Page 114 of Off Season

The problem is, I’m afraid of the answer.

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

CHEETAH

It turns out that I can’t get through dance classes with Kamryn without massive boners taking form. Wearing sweatpants for the first lesson was a colossal and embarrassing mistake. I’ve worn tight jeans since, which hold him at bay but happen to be incredibly painful for me.

Kam, on the other hand, is wildly amused by it and finds subtle ways to touch him when the teacher isn’t looking or does other things she knows will drive me crazy. She wears spandex shorts, tight midriff-baring tank tops, and high heels. Her shapely legs look a mile long. How is a man expected to function with Miss Sex on a Stick grinding up against him for an hour? The struggle is real.

That being said, we’ve been having an absolute blast. In addition to our normal dose of laughs, we basically rub up against each other for an hour and then hurry out to head to my place for more amazing sex. We’re both so worked up by the time we finish the lesson that we barely make it through the front door. Poor Evan has seen more than hebargained for. And our instructor is undoubtedly scarred for life.

Kam doesn’t care though. She never does. Fuck, I love that about her.

She’s getting good at dancing. She’s a natural athlete with a great work ethic. I know she’s practicing in between sessions. It shows. While the ballroom dances are fun, it’s the Latin dances we love. I can’t wait to do one in front of our entire stadium this summer. Their minds will be blown. We decided to wait until mid-summer, just ahead of her season. It will be good PR for the Anacondas.

Our instructor, Ms. Rylee, claps her hands at us. “Focus, you two. We’re almost done. Then you can do…whatever it is you two do when you leave here. Hold your posture, Kamryn.” Kam immediately straightens her back. “Step back with your right foot for the salsa, but then only shift your weight to your left, don’t step.” Kam has been messing that up all night. It’s very unlike her.

I whisper, “Is something wrong?”

She shakes her head. “No, my dad is in the air on the way here right now. You know how much I hate airplanes. I’m nervous. I’ll feel better when he lands.”

“He’s fine, babe. I forgot he was coming tonight.” I look down at my cock straining against my jeans. I guess he isn’t getting taken care of after this session.

As if reading my mind, her lips curl in amusement. “Don’t worry. I have time to take care of that before he arrives. Bailey is picking him up at the airport.”

I let out a groan. “Thank god.”

“She put me in charge of dinner.”

I raise an eyebrow. I wouldn’t trust Kam to make a piece of toast, let alone an entire dinner.

She smiles. “I already ordered Chinese food to be delivered at the time they’re expected home. It gives us alittle under an hour for you to make me come at least twice.”

I salute her. “Yes, ma’am. Ladies first. Always.”

She whispers in my ear. “By the way, I’m wearing a butt plug right now.”

My eyes widen as I look behind her back as if I could see it. I run my hand down the middle of her ass. Sure enough, there’s something hard there.

I breathe, “Holy shit.”

She nods and whispers, “I only wore it to fuck with you, but it’s making my clit throb. I need you to place your thigh between my legs. I’m so worked up. I might be able to come from it.”

The problem is that the salsa doesn’t call for that. It’s a sensual dance, but not the most sensual one we’ve done.

“Focus, Kamryn.” We snap our heads to Ms. Rylee as she barks out the order. “We’re almost done.” She’s very clearly at her wit’s end with us tonight.

I can’t worry about her though. I’ve got an erection that feels like the product of the Luminous Lagoon.

I swallow, willing my dick not to break through my jeans. I turn to the instructor and give her my often panty-melting smile. “Ms. Rylee, can we return to last week's Bachata? I think that’s our favorite dance, and we want to perfect it.”

She narrows her eyes at me, and I can feel Kam silently laugh. The Bachata is the most sensual dance and calls for my thigh to be between her legs at times.

Ms. Rylee taps her lip. “Very well. If that’s what you want.”

When she turns to change the music, I grab Kam into the Bachata frame and push my leg between her thighs. She lets out a small moan as her eyes flutter.

She breathes, “Yes, that could do it for me. Just rub a little.”

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