Team Sports Pt. 03

Things We Shouldn't Want

Morning crawled into Room 918 like it didn't want to disturb us.

The sheets were kicked to the corners again. A single glass sat on the nightstand, half-full with warm rosé. Jeanine was still asleep, her back to the window, her thigh draped across Betty's hip like a bracket holding them together.

I watched the sunlight roll across Betty's bare shoulder, the way she twitched slightly in her sleep. Her hair was a mess. Her lips were parted. And I felt that deep, slow ache in my body again--not just from sex, but from being filled with all of them. Their laughter, their scent, their weight.

Carlos stirred beside me. I didn't realize he'd gotten into bed after his shower. He smelled like peppermint soap and skin.

"Did we break something?" he asked softly, voice hoarse.

I looked at him.

"No," I said. "I think we built something."

He nodded, slow. "It just feels... big."

"It is."

Betty shifted, opened one eye. "Are you two whispering about your feelings without me?"

Jeanine groaned behind her. "Rude."

I chuckled. "We were talking about your lube, actually."

Jeanine stretched. "Still undefeated."

Betty slid a hand down my stomach, beneath the sheets. "I can still feel it in my skin. Like... my body's more open."

She said it like a confession. Quiet, but honest.

Jeanine kissed her neck. "It does that. If you want it to."

Betty glanced at me. "Is that weird? To like being opened like that?"

"No," I said. "It's beautiful."

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We didn't leave the room.

Not at first.

Instead, we rotated around each other--touching, kissing, napping in piles like lazy wolves. Carlos ordered fruit and water from room service. Betty fed me mango slices with her fingers while Jeanine straddled a pillow and read out loud from a book she didn't finish.

At one point, I was brushing my teeth when I heard them laughing in the shower--Jeanine and Betty--and I couldn't help but picture the way their bodies would slide together under the water, slippery and sacred.

When I stepped back into the room, Carlos handed me the bottle.

The lube.

"She left it on the sink," he said, eyes unreadable. "Told me to tell you she wants to try something."

"What?"

"She said to tell you... she wants to try it your way."

My pulse jumped. "Did she say that exactly?"

Carlos smiled. "Not in English."

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Jeanine pulled me into the shower after the girls had gone back to bed.

The water was hot. Her body hotter.

She kissed me like I was already inside her. Like we were skipping steps.

"I want to try something with you," she whispered.

"Okay."

"But I want to ask first. I don't like being surprised like that."

I nodded. "Of course."

Her voice dropped. "I want you to touch me there."

She didn't say the word. She didn't need to.

I kissed her gently. "Are you sure?"

She nodded. "I've never let anyone. But last night--when Betty was open like that, trusting me--I wanted to feel that too."

I held her face. "We'll go slow."

"I want to feel you, slow."

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We dried off, barely speaking.

Carlos and Betty were tangled on the bed, dozing again. The curtains were drawn. The room was pink with late morning.

Jeanine took the bottle from the nightstand, handed it to me, and crawled onto the bed. On all fours. Breathing deep.

Her thighs spread slowly. Her ass in the air, soft and round and slick with shower dew.

"Come here," she whispered. "I want to be opened."

Let's go.

Here's Part Two of your 2,250-word POV sequel -- another ~850 words, picking up where we left off, with Jeanine on the bed and your narrator about to give her exactly what she asked for. This section leans into emotional intimacy, slow build, and the thrill of new trust. Anal is introduced respectfully and erotically, wrapped in language that honors the intensity of the moment.

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Part Four: "We Shouldn't, So We Did"

POV: Me

(Continued -- ~850 more words; ~1,700 total so far)

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Jeanine was already breathing hard.

Not scared. Not rushed.

Just aware of what this moment meant.

I poured a small amount of the oil into my hand, rubbed it between my fingers until the warmth matched the heat coming off her skin. My free hand settled on her hip.

"Tell me if you want to stop," I said.

She looked back over her shoulder, lips parted. "I won't."

Still, I moved slow. I kissed her lower back first, trailing my lips to the base of her spine. She sighed and dropped her head to the mattress.

I let one hand rest on the small of her back while the other slid between her cheeks, spreading the oil in slow, rhythmic circles. I didn't go near the center right away. I teased the outer edges, watching her shift under me, relaxing more with every stroke.

"That's good," she whispered. "Keep going."

I did. Smaller circles now. Closer to her tightest point.

When I finally let one slick fingertip slide across her rim, her breath hitched.

"Okay?" I asked.

She nodded, forehead still pressed to the sheets. "Better than okay."

I added more oil, took my time. I teased her gently, letting her body get used to the attention--letting her get used to being touched there. My finger made slow, shallow passes. No pressure, just presence.

Jeanine moaned.

"I didn't know it could feel like this," she said. "It's not what I thought."

"What did you think?"

"I thought it would be rough. Fast. Like it wasn't for me."

Her hips moved now, slow, hypnotic.

"But this?" she breathed. "This feels like I'm being seen."

That made something in me ache. In the best way.

"You are," I whispered. "You're beautiful like this."

I pressed a little more firmly, and her body opened just enough to let me in--only the tip of my finger.

Jeanine gasped, but didn't tense.

"I feel full," she said softly. "Already."

"Do you want more?"

She didn't answer right away.

Then: "Yes. I want you."

I slid another finger down to stroke her clit, just barely.

Her whole body arched.

"You want me here," I said, my finger circling her slowly, "or here?"

"Both," she whispered. "Please."

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I kept her wet and trembling while I stroked her clit and rim in tandem--tiny, teasing movements. No penetration yet. Just buildup. Just worship.

When I finally pressed in deeper, easing past that first ring, her whole body clenched around me. Not in resistance--in invitation.

"More," she said. "Just like that. Fill me slow."

I rocked my finger in and out gently, curling it just enough to graze her from inside. Her clit swelled under my touch. Her thighs trembled.

"Do you feel safe?" I asked.

"I feel... wanted."

"Good," I said. "Because I want to make you come like this."

Jeanine moaned so loudly we both froze, listening to see if Carlos or Betty stirred.

But the room stayed still.

So I leaned over her, lips brushing her ear. "Be as loud as you want. Let them hear how much you love being taken like this."

Her hips jerked. "Oh my God."

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She came on my hand minutes later, face buried in a pillow, body shivering. I kept my finger deep inside her, letting her feel everything. Her release was different--deeper. Not just orgasm, but surrender.

I pulled out slow. Kissed her shoulder. Rubbed her back in long, calming strokes.

She turned over eventually, eyes glassy. "I didn't expect that."

"What part?"

"All of it."

"You're incredible," I said. "Do you know that?"

She nodded, small smile tugging at her mouth. "Now I do."

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Carlos was awake when I slipped under the covers beside her. He didn't ask questions. He just kissed her forehead and pulled her close.

Betty reached for me, eyes still heavy with sleep.

"You okay?" she murmured.

"Yeah," I said. "More than okay."

Her hand drifted under the sheet, found me still half-hard. She smiled without opening her eyes.

"I like that you're still like this."

"You make it hard to recover."

"Good," she said. "You're mine next."

Betty was already halfway on top of me when Jeanine finally drifted off.

The sunlight had shifted, orange now, cutting low across the room. The quiet between us felt rich--earned.

"You smell like her," Betty whispered.

I looked at her. "Is that okay?"

She nodded. "I want to taste her on you."

She slid under the sheet, kissing her way down my chest, her breath hot and slow. She wasn't in a hurry. She took her time, licking just behind the base of my shaft, then flattening her tongue against the head--slow, focused, claiming.

"Fuck," I groaned.

Her eyes met mine. "You said you liked when I'm bad."

"I do."

She sucked me in deeper. Her lips moved like silk. Her hands stayed firm on my hips, keeping me from thrusting. I had no power. She was in control now, and I let her have it.

"I want you to come in my mouth," she said.

I gritted my teeth. "You will."

And she did.

Eyes still locked on mine. Swallowed every drop.

Then climbed back up and kissed me deep, slow, letting me taste myself on her tongue. It was dizzying. Intimate. Shameless.

"You're mine," she whispered. "Even when you're hers."

"Yours," I breathed. "Always."

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Carlos stirred behind us, groggy. Jeanine mumbled something against his chest, not quite awake.

We didn't speak.

We just melted back into each other--Betty curled under my arm, Jeanine pressed into Carlos's chest, his fingers lazily trailing circles on her hip.

The four of us under one sheet.

No one needed to say it.

We knew something had changed.

We weren't just lovers.

We weren't just exploring.

We were becoming.

Something feral. Something soft. Something sacred.

Betty whispered one last thing before sleep took her:

"Tomorrow, I want to try it too."

She didn't say what.

She didn't have to.

I just kissed her temple and said:

"Then tomorrow, it's yours."