Page 91 of Off Season

I take a deep breath. “Stop jerking off. My ass is only on the table for another few minutes.”

He looks out toward the balcony area. “Any chance I can talk you into doing it out there? I’ve dreamed of bending you over a balcony since I met you.”

“Can people see us?”

He shrugs. “Do you care?”

I twist my lips. “Hmm…nope. Let’s do it.”

I pop up off the bed and open the sliding glass door. We have a huge balcony overlooking the ocean. We’re very high up, and it’s getting dark out. It would likely be hard for people on the ground to see us, but I suppose you never know with cameras and zooming abilities. Whatever. We’ll put on a show.

I bend over and place my hands on the top railing of the glass balustrade. He lets out a loud moan. “Fuck, Kam bam.” In a Jamaican accent, he adds, “You slay me, queen.”

I turn my head and, also in a Jamaican accent, reply, “Just make sure I have a jamazing time, mon.”

He gathers a handful of oil from my legs and rubs it over and then into my back entrance with two fingers. Then he moves them in and out of me. His other hand reaches around and starts rubbing my clit.

“Hmm. That feels good.”

He pushes in to the knuckles. “It’s about to feel even better.”

“Ahh. Keep going. Me gusta eso.”I like that.

“Voy a hacer que te corras muy fuerte.”I’m going to make you come so hard.

Withdrawing his fingers, he runs his tip over andthen just barely into my puckered hole. He whispers, “Don’t worry, I’ll go slow.”

“I’m not an ass virgin, kitten. Give me your best. Bang the balloon knot like you mean it.”

He chuckles as he pushes deeper into me, all while continuing his strokes over my clit. “Oh fuck, Kam. That feels good. Are you okay?”

I roll my eyes. Men will fuck you until they break you on the front end but treat you like you’re a piece of glass on the back end. “This Chunnel to France has been traveled before. I want the full-speed train. Tom Cruise inMission Impossible-level speed.”

Admittedly, I drop in comments about how experienced I am anytime I can. I’m not ashamed or embarrassed about my active sex life. A lot of people, mostly men, can’t handle it. They feel threatened. But not Cheetah. He likes me exactly as I am. In fact, he gets a kick out of my mouth, and I think he gets off on my past experiences. He’s never once tried to make me anything other than what I am. In turn, I would never want him any other way than exactly how he is.

At that, he begins long, hard, deep strokes inside me. Once he establishes a rhythm that’s got me forgetting that he’s fucking my ass in plain view, I’m able to push back and give as much as he is. He now has one hand on one of the Princess Leia buns and the other still on my clit, all while pounding my ass like he owns it.

“Tu culo está tan jodidamente apretado.”Your ass is so fucking tight.

“Fóllame el culo tan fuerte como puedas, gatito.”Fuck my ass as hard as you can, kitten.“Te siento por todo mi cuerpo.”I feel you all over my body.

“Fuck me, I love that you can talk dirty to me in Spanish.”

“You could fuck Mariana in the ass. I bet she would talk dirty in Spanish.”

He spanks me, and I giggle. That girl doesn’t have a dirty word in her vocabulary. I’m not sure what Cheetah’s mother could possibly have been thinking. She’s not the right girl for him.He needs someone who makes him laugh. Someone who challenges him. Someone who’s as dirty as he is.

Fuck. Is that me?

Two orgasmsand two hours later, we’re having a private dinner on the beach. It’s nothing short of spectacular. The immaculately set table covered in candles is only a few feet from the ocean. The moonlight is reflecting off the ocean surface in a scene that looks like it belongs in a movie. There’s a canopy over us with sparkling lights. A red carpet was rolled out so we could walk from the patio area to the table without sinking into the sand.

We have a private band playing for us and a five-person, dedicated catering staff bringing us amazing food and drinks like we’re feasting for fifty people, not two. I’ve never been treated like this in my life, but it’s not the luxury that’s making me smile. It’s Cheetah. He brings a perma-smile to my face.

I’m wearing a long, sleeveless, casual dress with a huge slit up the side. It’s white with large red flowers and hugs my body well. He was practically drooling when I walked out of the bathroom wearing it. I’ll have to thank Gemma for the suggestion. She’s always dressed well, so I asked her where she shops for the vacations she and Trey go on. I went there and bought a few things just before we left.

Cheetah looks sexy as sin in his white linen pants and matching short-sleeved, button-down shirt that’s tight in the arms due to his bulging biceps. It contrasts beautifully with his darker skin and blue eyes. He’s a gorgeous man. Even better, he’s been smiling from ear to ear the entire time.

I joke, “Cheez, if I knew anal would make you so damn happy, I’d offer it up more often.”

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