All Chapters of Puck Me, Sweet Captain: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Kai’s POVI return home but can’t sleep, my heart thump as if my chest is going to burst open. I walk to my refrigerator, pouring out my favorite alcoholic wine, Chardonnay into a glass. From here to whiskey, I take shots after shots, hoping to slip off the frustration cruising my heart. Still doesn’t change. I think of Cerise, I place a call, thinking probably because I’m drunk, I’d enjoy my time with her. She arrives, I’m seated on the couch, upon having a sweet, scented bath, she strides towards me sexily. Biting her lower lips, curling her tongue over and giving me that sexy, mischievous wink. I look away, shaking my head. So sexy, so seductive. I press in my breath. She climbs on top of my laps, swaying and dancing with her ass bumping against me. Her hands cradle over my neck, her lips come closer. I shut my eyes slightly, pushing my wolf up, trying to force my desires. Still nothing. I grab her waist, beating her ass against me, sitting straight, looking up straight at he

Kai’s POV The room splashes with deep blue light, dim and refreshing, a perfect fit for the scenario tonight. Slowly my hands turn Mr. Stripper over to me, sizing him before he points to the bedside meters away. A piece of paper with some printed text and a pen by the side. “What's that?” I ask and walk towards it with curious eyes. He follows. “You're new here, sir. That's how we do.” He says. “We sign a Non-disclosure Agreement to protect the identity of the client and the stripper.” “Ohhh.” I scan through the paper, a contract agreement. Exactly what he explains. Then there's space to fill our names. Then our signatures. But one clause attracts. I read more carefully in case it concerns. “The stripper, on the occasion of refusing the client after he has been auctioned is compelled to pay thrice the amount the client bid him with.” Then I calculate the amount I paid for him. Thirteen thousand dollars times three. Thirty-nine thousand dollars. Such a huge amount. He can neve

Kai’s POV“A lot of clients come here because of ED, I realized today. So this has been an ancient custom. Massage with herbs.”I hum. His palms rub with friction, descending on my cock. I cradle my hands over my head, relaxing while he does what he knows best to me. “This done everyday with the person you get wet to touching you cures your condition faster than any drug or therapy would. Likewise having regular sex with the person you like.” My eyes go pale. “I've got no one I really like except…..” He doesn't let me finish. “Someone else.” He snap. I press down a big lump down my throat. My body relaxes, blood gathers as he gropes and twitches his fingers over my cock, scratching the balls, inciting ripples, gliding down my scrotum. “All these send the veins drifting in with blood.” He explains. “As you can see, they are beginning to form.” Truly it is. I rise up with an enticing grin but he flips me back down with a finger. “Not yet done with you.” My eyelids start to g

Kai's POV“I'm going to need you to relax your body, and not interrupt me under any circumstances, lay on your stomach” Liam directs and I nod, breathing heavily.My heart is pumping like I just ran a marathon, just the thought of his hands on my body has me all excited.His hands move down my back in practiced motions, my dick jumps, this little contact has my mouth watering for more.His hands settle on my waist, massaging.“To even get in the mood, you have to be relaxed, you have a lot of knots, tension from hockey, pack business, it's all in your body, like here” He applies pressure at a point between my shoulder blades, and a grunt leaves my lips as the knot unravels. “Your hands are magic” I say, closing my eyes and letting his hands roam free.He chuckles, “Thank you, I try. Roll over”My heart is thumping, now I am lying on my back, our eyes lock and he gulps.I lick my lips, he really is a delicious looking man.“This is a form of physical therapy, nothing else.” He states

Liam's POV“Fuck!” I wake up with a start.When did I fall asleep? I must have been exhausted after the incident at Kai's residence, because not only did I fall asleep at my desk, I was riddled with some sort of nightmare.I groan, rubbing my eyes and stretching. I really need to get it together, as a doctor I was very familiar with exhaustion, but when it becomes too much, that's dangerous territory.My throat is parched, I grab a glass and stand from my chair. There should be some water in the other room.I walk into the inner room, it's a little compartment space before my office that I use as a resting space sometimes.I walk right into a body and almost tumble, stopping myself from letting out a yelp.“Who- WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING HERE?” Not only was Kai Anderson in my inner office, he was slouched against the sofa like his knees couldn't hold him up.My doctor instincts kicked in.“What's wrong with you? Hey, sit down. What are you doing here?” I ask.He stumbled, like he