Pucking Around With The Captain Novels & Stories

“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?”

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

Guess I'm running mad to even imagine dirty stuff about him, as much as I know he's still a minor. "Your eyes are revealing too much, Felisha-" he chuckled. I had to bite my lip to stop it from cussing him out loud. I etched closer to his chest but almost regretted it when his sweet cologne swooned across my senses. My lips produced a groaning sound and I forced myself to break the contact. "Didn't know your obsession towards football was this much" For a moment he stared at me, his dreamy eyes digging into my soul. I managed an uptight face and a smile broke out of his lips, "I am the football captain afterall" he sniggered and I felt the need to roll my eyes.

Instead I felt like shit, like a total failure. “It’s okay guys, you don’t need to do this” I said. “Do what?” Xyla replied, pretending like she knew nothing of what I was talking about. Just at that time, the teacher walked in and classes began, I couldn’t stop glancing over at Emory, he had his head down and barely paid attention to the class. Ofcourse no one bothered him, he was the captain of the hockey team and his grades were just enough to keep him in the team.

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?

I shifted, trying not to draw attention, but my eyes kept scanning. Near the stage, the debate team captain, usually so polished in his suits, was on his knees between two members of the swim team. Their speedos were still on under open tux jackets, but their cocks were out, heavy and wet, slapping against his cheeks as he tried to take both heads at once. His lips stretched obscenely wide, tongue flicking desperately between them while they gripped his hair and laughed. Cum from an earlier load already painted his forehead like a crown. One of the swimmers reached down and shoved two fingers into the captain’s ass without warning, making him choke and push back like a slut in heat.

Captain has got to know this. What is it? , I asked again. But he didn't reply me, instead, he walked out of my face and went down to the store where Captain was, but in his way there, two pirates crossed his was with their legs not allowing him to pass. They were actually catching fun doing that but they met him in a bad mood. He was getting frustrated as they kept laughing at him as he started showing an anger face at them. He brought out his sword and attempted to wound them on the legs but they pulled it off, he attempted to wound them anywhere with the sword but they ran away.

“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?”