The Team's Slut Chapter 10: Honeymoon Bonus – Captain’s Cheerleader

Everyone in this story is 18+

The glass was warm against my ass cheeks, sun-soaked from the afternoon heat. Below us, the ocean glittered in every shade of blue. The breeze rustled palm leaves. Somewhere on the resort’s private beach, guests laughed over drinks, too far away to notice what was happening twelve floors up.

Or maybe not.

Chase had me pinned to the floor-to-ceiling balcony window, arms hooked under my knees, holding me off the ground like I weighed nothing.

His cock was buried deep inside me. Again.

I wasn’t sure how long we’d been at it—twenty minutes? An hour? We’d been naked since room service delivered breakfast, and now the tray was cold, the food untouched, and I had cum drying on my stomach while Chase chased his second orgasm with slow, punishing thrusts.

The glass rattled with every push. My back arched. My moans fogged the window.

“Jesus,” I gasped, legs shaking. “You’re gonna break the view.”

Chase just grinned, sweat beading at his temples. “We are the view.”

Then he pulled almost all the way out, and slammed back in—deep. I choked on a moan so loud I was sure it echoed off the water.

Below us, a group of people passed the pool area. Chase tilted his head just enough to glance down, still pounding into me with smooth, easy force.

“Think anyone can see?” he said, voice smug. “You’re leaving ass-prints all over the window.”

I could barely answer. My whole body was trembling, every thrust hitting the exact spot that made me fall apart.

He leaned in, kissed the side of my neck, then whispered, “Hey. It’s a five-star ass, baby. For a five-star hotel.”

I groaned. “You’re such a—”

Whatever insult I had died on my tongue as he shifted his angle, lifting me just a little higher—and I came hard, untouched, shooting across my stomach again.

Chase didn’t stop. Just groaned low, cock twitching inside me, and finally—

“F-fuck, Darren—I’m gonna—”

He buried himself deep, hips locking, and came with a low grunt that vibrated through both of us. He flooded inside me as he held me there, body shaking, panting against my neck.

When he finally lowered me, both of us were boneless. Sweaty. Wrecked.

I rested against the glass, breathing hard. My skin was covered in slick and sun and sex.

“Did we seriously just—” I started.

“Yup,” Chase said, smug as hell, pulling back and watching his cum drip out of me, slicking down the inside of my thigh.

Then he slapped my ass lightly. “Gotta leave a review for the cleaning staff. Five stars. Would fuck against again.”

I turned and shoved him, laughing as we collapsed onto the sun-warmed tile, tangled in limbs and ocean air and the unmistakable feeling that whatever this was—we weren’t done with it yet.

Not even close.

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Dinner was at a quiet, open-air restaurant tucked along the cliffside, the kind of place that didn’t even bother listing prices on the menu. White tablecloths, real candles, soft instrumental music floating through the humid air. Ocean crashing below like punctuation between courses.

Chase looked too good in the low light. Hair still damp from the shower, skin warm from the sun. His shirt open one button too far, just enough to distract me every time I tried to finish a sentence.

But when I looked at him now, really looked — calm, full, settled — I couldn’t not ask.

I set down my wine glass and leaned forward. “Are you happy?”

He blinked, taken off guard by the question. Then he smiled. “Yeah,” he said. “I’m really fucking happy.”

The answer landed in my chest like a warm weight.

I nodded, let the silence sit for a beat, then asked, “Do you think Amanda knew?”

His face softened a little, and he looked out at the water.

“I don’t think so,” he said. “I never cheated. Not until…” He trailed off, smiled ruefully. “Well, the bachelor party. But by then, I think we were both just trying to convince ourselves it still made sense.”

He looked at me again. “It didn’t. Not with her.”

I nodded slowly. Let it sink in. “Do you think you’ll ever be ready again? I mean… to try it. Marriage.”

Chase smiled, eyes crinkling. “You’re playing coy now?”

I shrugged, grinning over my wine. “Just curious.”

He reached across the table and took my hand.

“It kinda feels like you’ve been the one since senior year,” he said.
“So yeah. I think I will be.
Actually—screw that.
I want to marry you someday.”

My throat caught.

He leaned back, still holding my hand, still smiling.

“And hey… we’re already here on a honeymoon. Let’s make this our first one.”
“Later,” he added, “we’ll take a real one. To somewhere you and me pick together.”

I stared at him for a second. Heart pounding.

Then I grinned, tilted my head. “You sure you want to marry the team’s slut?”

Chase laughed, leaning in.

“Only if you’re ready to be the captain’s-for-now-on slut.”

I raised a brow, biting back a smirk. “How about the captain’s cheerleader?”

His eyebrows lifted, amused. “You brought the skirt?”

I nodded. “Packed it right next to the lube and the SPF 50.”

He let out a low groan, already pushing his chair back.

“And that’s how you get the captain hard again.”

I stood too, tossing a napkin on the table, already pulling him by the hand toward the exit.

“Let’s skip dessert,” I said. “I’ll put the skirt on upstairs.”

He kissed me under the archway, deep and breathless.

“Only if I can do you on the balcony again.”

“Deal.”