Novel & Cerita Pucking Around With The Captain

he taunted. What the fuck is this guy’s problem ? “Don’t narrate your own pathetic story while taking my name, Mister. I can beat your cocky ass in the pool any time,” I smirked. “If you don’t know, I am the captain of this club and I don’t waste my time with noobs,” he replied back but there was still an amused grin on his face that said that he was just messing around with me and that he did not mean any of the things he was saying.

“Let it go, Madeleine. I don’t make the rules. No one will follow a female captain.” “What if I get my own crew of badass female criminals together?” I tease, but realise I went a step too far when he drops the fork and glares at me. “If you dare to-” “I’m joking, relax. I can’t even run my own life. How will I run a gang?” “Crew,” he corrects me and picks up his fork. “The men working under a captain are called a crew.” “Thanks for the lesson,” I say and fall back down on the couch. “Can you please go take a shower?”

Jake's eyes flew open just as the entire offensive line plus half the defense walked in, still in their practice gear, jerseys clinging to their broad chests, shorts stretched tight over powerful thighs. There he was. Cock out. Hand wrapped around his swollen, leaking dick. Pre-cum already dripping down his knuckles. Silence hit like a brick wall. Then someone laughed. Low and dirty. "Well, well, well," Captain Marcus said, his deep voice cutting through the sudden tension like a knife. Marcus was six-foot-four of pure muscle, dark skin gleaming with leftover sweat, a cocky smirk already spreading across his face. "Look what we got here. Our golden boy straight boy stroking his meat like a d

Her mouth actually fell open. Brad, to his credit, tried to play it cool. He smirked and gestured between us like we were old friends. “Stacey, this is Sebastian,” he said smoothly. “Sebastian, this is my girl, Stacey.” I gave her a small, polite nod. “Hey.” Her face was surprised with her mouth almost opening wide, like she had just discovered the juiciest piece of gossip in all of Hawthorne. The captain of Westfield suddenly living under the same roof as her boyfriend?

“Kian.” “No. I heard you.” He dropped his hand. He looked at the water instead of me. I wanted to take it back and I wanted him to stay shut and I wanted a third thing I did not have a name for. The radio on my belt crackled. Dispatch, then the dock, then a voice I had not heard in ten years and would have known in a hurricane. “Vance Maritime, this is Damian Ashcroft. I need your captain on this channel. Now.”

His chest rose, his brows drew together in a deep frown, and he ordered me with authority. "Down, Aurora." Obeying him, I dropped to my knees. My gaze landed on the obvious bulge straining against his pants, and I didn't hesitate to touch it. "My God! What's happening to you, Captain?" With a wicked smile, he tilted his head back and exhaled deeply. His voice trembled as he answered, "The same thing that's happening between your legs right now, so undo that knot before I throw you to Tiger." My touch drifted over his hard muscles again, disturbing everything inside him. I spoke gently while smiling.

“Heh heh… The captain gave a cold chuckle. “Stop trying to force yourself into the damn circle, kid. “You should know that pigs like you are nothing compared to the rest of the people here. “Why are you trying so hard just to blend in?”

"I heard you, loud and clear. I swear, Captain, I'm not trying to start any trouble!" The young man trembled under the captain's brashness like a child caught stealing.

The Captain laughed at his junior’s remarks. “You may be the Bossman here, but I am ultimately your Boss.” The Captain punched his shoulder in an attempt to lighten the atmosphere.

“That’s exactly why I didn’t push harder when you stonewalled the board. A kid willing to torch his own reputation to protect a teammate is exactly the kind of captain I want leading this team into a championship. I just wish you’d trusted me enough to let me help you do it smarter.” Luca didn’t know what to say to that. He looked back toward the boathouse instead, where a single light glowed through the window Isabella’s silhouette, still sitting close to Marco, patient and steady in a way that had nothing to do with contracts or cameras. “She’s not what I expected,” Harrelson said, following his gaze. “No,” Luca agreed quietly. “She’s not.” “You going to do something about that, or just ke