All Chapters of PUCKING CAPTAIN NIKO : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

JEREMY’S P.O.V “Take that shit.” Fuck, and I was going to. I was going to take Axel’s monstrous veiny cock like a good little cunt, letting him feed me every inch. He bent me over, reaching for my hard cock, which was nothing as compared to his, giving my length a good, hard stroke. It was supposed to be painful but I was too bricked up, too turned on to feel the difference between the good sort of pain and the bad one. Axel twisted hard; he gripped harder, running his hand then stopping at my fat head, giving it a rough squeeze until my tip was just as red as his. The grip made an undignified sound slip out of my mouth, and I could feel Axel’s log of meat twitch inside my ass. “Clench down, Jer. Grip my shit.” I tried, but the dual sensation wouldn’t let me focus on which hole to clench and which hole—the slit on my tip— to stop leaking through. He shoved my shoulders down, letting go of my dick while grabbing both my arms, pinning them behind my back. I heard a bel

NIKO’S P.O.V. I was such a fucking idiot. There I was at three in the morning, groping my fucking cock myself in the dark because my brain refused to stop replaying the exact texture of Jeremy’s lips. They were soft—like, ridiculously soft—plump, moist, and well taken care of than most guys would ever bother with. Touching them with my thumb had been amazing, but what did I do next? I licked the sauce off that same thumb just to taste them off his lips. Fucking Desperate. I had already scolded myself a thousand times for obsessing over it, and even more for actually acting like a feral animal. I had been this close to taking things further. Jeremy. Jeremy fucking Jacobson. What the hell would have happened if I’d actually just kissed him? “Shit,” I muttered to the empty room. I was losing my mind, and it was getting weird. I shouldn’t have been dwelling on this for so long. It shouldn’t be making me get rigid boners, all bricked up in the middle of the fucking night.

NIKO’S P.O.V“Rory’s just messing around,” Toby muttered, shrugging it off.“Messing around?” I repeated.“Yeah. Don’t take it so seriously. That's how he is.”I glared at him, incredulous, before shifting my gaze back to Rory. He was still wearing that smug, insufferable grin. Meanwhile, Jeremy sat there, virtually frozen, his eyes glued to the floor as if wishing it would swallow him whole.“You actually find this funny?” I asked, my voice dangerously quiet.The guy beside me knitted his brows in annoyance. “What’s your problem, man?”“My problem,” I said, turning on him, “is that they’re all standing in a circle laughing at someone who clearly isn’t in the mood for their pathetic bullshit.”“Jesus, Niko. It’s just a joke.”“Then tell a fucking funny one,” I snapped, the anger finally boiling over. “All you ever do is talk shit, and honestly, it’s fucking exhausting.”My voice rang out, carrying much farther across the ice than I’d intended.Rory’s grin faltered. His eyes narrowed a

NIKO’S P.O.VOf course. Jer had already packed up and moved out. But if he wasn’t at my place, where was he?Sunday’s barbecue flashed through my mind. Lauren had brought it up back then, too. She was complaining about how difficult Jeremy was being because of the move. I recalled the way she had sighed, exhausted by the whole situation, before asking if Jer had agreed to move in with me yet.“He just needs time,” I’d reassured her. “Let’s not pressure him. If he’s not ready, he’s not ready. He knows my door is always open whenever he needs a place to stay.”Lauren had looked at me with immense gratitude after that, and she’d even leaned in and pressed a quick, affectionate kiss to my cheek.“Thank you, Niko. You have no idea how much that means to me.”At the time, I thought I was simply offering some comfort. I never imagined Jeremy would actually pack up his entire life and vanish before I even had the chance to talk to him about it properly.But his apartment was practicall

NIKO’S P.O.VThe first few minutes of the drive passed in silence. I was anxiously waiting for River. She had said she wanted to talk, so why weren’t we talking? On top of that, she hadn't given me a single clue about the topic. I really shouldn’t be this nervous about having a casual conversation with Jeremy’s best friend.To be fair, River was cool. She had been great company at the bar and easily won over the guys. Honestly, I was surprised she didn’t already know them through Jeremy. Then again, I was equally surprised that Derek, Toby, and Kevin knew so little about Jeremy's life. Jeremy had done an incredible job of making sure his life on the ice and his life outside it never crossed paths.River sat in the passenger seat, staring out the window. I kept my eyes fixed on the road, only catching glimpses of her from the corner of my eye.“So,” I finally broke the silence, “what was it you wanted to discuss?”River turned towards me, the passing streetlights catching the pale brow