Page 38 of Off Season

He wiggles his eyebrows up and down. “It makes you that much tighter, and now I can see your ass, tits, and face all at once.”

He spanks me with one hand and wraps the other around my neck. “I can spank you and choke you at the same time.”

I croak out, “Holy. Shit. You’re a genius. A pioneer. An innovator.”

He nods. “I really am. Now hold on tight. You’re about to come again.”

I shrug in an unaffected manner. “Best of luck venturing into unchartered waters.”

He narrows his eyes at me. “Christopher Columbus said the same thing before he discovered America.”

I shake my head. “Fun fact, he didn’t actually discover America first. It was the explorer—”

Before I can finish, he slams into me and steals my breath. I manage to mumble, “Oh shit, that’s good.”

Over the next I don’t know how long, it could be ten minutes, it could be an hour, Cheetah fucks the living daylights out of me. His nickname isn’t Cheetah because he comes quickly. It’s Cheetah because he’s able to piston into me at an inhuman pace for an inhuman length of time.

My waterbed is bouncing and sloshing in a way that I’m confident is against the manufacturer’s warranty. We’re both being thrown around a bit by the motion of the water. It’samazing. I feel my body opening up. I can’t believe it. I’m about to come while being on the bottom. This will be a first for me.

My body is metaphorically lifted and then physically lifted as the motion of the bed raises me a bit, like a wave cresting. At the exact same time the crest is about to fall over, Cheetah slams into me and…POP!

Holy. Shit.

My waterbed explodes. Water spurts up in the air like a geyser before beginning to flow out on the ground like the ocean coming into shore.

So. Much. Water.

Cheetah lets out a huge scream. He jumps off me and starts running around naked and waving his arms like a madman. All while still screaming like a little girl.

I can’t stop laughing. This is epic. His response is even more epic.

A few seconds later, he returns from my bathroom and starts throwing towels at the oozing water as if they’ll make a dent in the over-two-hundred gallons of water currently spilling from my bedroom.

He runs back and forth between my bathroom and bedroom, throwing towels. I simply sit there and watch with amusement. There’s nothing we can do to stop this, but he remains steadfast that the towels will get the job done.

Eventually, I nonchalantly walk out of my bedroom naked simply to continue to enjoy watching Cheetah act like a lunatic. My sister comes running out of her room. She gasps as she takes in the whole scene.

I straighten my shoulders and proudly announce, “He fucked me so hard that my waterbed burst. Damn, I was seconds away from another orgasm. Such a bummer.”

She grits out, “That’sthe bummer? That you didn’t haveanotherorgasm? Not the flood happening in our apartment or the one below?”

I can’t help but giggle. We both stand there and watchCheetah running around the apartment finding every towel in sight and throwing it at the Atlantic Ocean washing through our apartment. I half expect marine life to start tumbling through my bedroom door.

She looks at Cheetah closely and narrows her eyes. “Why are his balls absurdly large?”

Hmm. Maybe we can use them to plug the hole in my bed.

CHAPTER SEVEN

KAMRYN

“Katie, you promised me that my waterbed could withstand rough sex.”

I hear the saleswoman on the other end of the phone let out a long breath. “Kamryn, I’ve been doing this for over twenty years. Barring the use of something sharp penetrating the bed, I’ve never once heard of one popping from the simple act of sex. Are you certain there were no knives or other sharp objects involved?”

“I’m a freak in the sack but knife play isn’t my thing. I’m telling you; he was fucking me hard and the damn thing popped.”

I hear her talking to someone, but I can’t make out exactly what she’s saying. She’s clearly covering the phone.

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