Pucking Around With The Captain Novels & Stories

He stood, looking down at her. “But as long as you’ve got that fine mouth open, let’s put it to good use.” Lucy clamped her mouth shut and watched in horror as Blackie undid his flies, reaching in and pulling out his cock. He spit in his hand and stroked himself for a moment. Lucy watched in amazement as his cock grew, getting longer and harder as he pulled at it. “What are you going to do?” Lucy looked up at him. “Oh, she speaks, does she? Glad to know your tongue still works. The Captain’s a fine one for having a conversation now and then. And there’s other uses for that tongue.”

"We're out here representing the Frostbite Wolves. Remember team honor. Don’t wander off without telling someone. Don’t drink too much. Don’t do anything that’ll make Coach kill me tomorrow. We have a long bus ride back, and I refuse to spend it cleaning up after anyone who gets sick. My arm already gives me enough problems.” The team immediately started teasing him. Big Mike grinned. “Damn, Cap. You sound more like Coach than Coach does.” Lee laughed. “Relax, man. We’re not kids.” Kowalski added, “Yeah, live a little. You act like you’re forty instead of twenty-something.” Marcus was the worst. He saluted dramatically. “Aye aye, Captain! We’ll be on our best behavior… probably.” Liam sighed

The rubric section that had stalled us clicked into place and for a moment, the old enmity felt like ancient history. “Wanna step out for a break?” My question hung in the air as Zach shot a glance up at me, his eyes scanning me as if I had just laid out plans to kill him. “Since when was that a thing we did?” “We take breaks every time,” I said with a shrug. “Yeah, inside your apartment.” “Just thought this place would be suffocating for you. Sue me for caring.” “You’re acting weird, stop it,” he teased and I rolled my eyes, already rising from my stool.

The captain eyes him and then huffed, throwing him like he was a stick. “Thank you captain. Thank you.” He jumped into the rider’s seat on the carriage, preparing to enter. The Captain hovered around our carriage while we waited for the giant palace gates to open. He reared up behind me and stopped next to me. Chris made to flip the reins but he stopped him immediately. “Captain is here a problem?” he hopped down, walking up to my side too. The captain was looking at me, looking underneath my hood. “Show tour face she-lycan. Now!” he barked.

“What an interesting choice.” The captain was taken aback by the comment, and floundered a response. “I, er, was I mistaken?” he stammered. “I apologize… I, uh, what should I call you?” “Whatever suits you,” Lucifer said, and waved off the question dismissively. The mercenary captain looked around nervously at his officers in search of answers, but none of them had one for him. Instead, the captain cleared his throat and adjusted his stance. “I… look, I understand that you love to play games,” said the captain, “but now isn’t the time. Our fleet’s taking a serious beating. If this keeps up, we’re gonna lose our charge, and our contract’s gonna get voided. We can’t afford that.”

“Arhhh!!!” The slim criminal’s piercing voice filled the dark room as Captain Marco pulled on his short nipples with the tips of a Plier. Good thing it wasn’t a cutter or that nipple would have fallen off by now. “Stop it you deadbeat, let him go!!” the tough one yelled. Marco smiled and let go. “You two are really starting to get on my nerves, we have been at this for a few minutes now and you are all forming tough to break, don’t force me to go too far or you would be leaving here as a corpse.” He spat.

Skates, ice, a puck, and eleven other men who trusted me to lead them through a game of sixty minutes of simplicity. "You good, Captain?" Marsh, my line member, wandered into the stall next to me, assessing me more than I liked to be assessed at a time like this. "I'm good." "You've been a ghost for the last month." "Family matters. This is the last weekend I was gone." I thumped him on the shoulder, cutting off whatever else he wanted to say on the matter. "Let's just win tonight."

It was still there, simmering under the surface, possessive and controlled and entirely too intense. “Marcus,” Ward called without looking away from me, “leave.” Marcus looked between us, smirking despite his obvious pain. “Well, I’m your best friend, so I don’t see why I have to miss the reunion scene.” “Marcus.” Ward’s tone dropped lower, colder, carrying that command I had only heard in fragments before. Not the hockey captain. Not the man from our past. This was the businessman who could make rooms fall silent with a single word. I exhaled and rubbed my temple. The emotional whiplash of the day was beginning to catch up with me.

I ate it just to spite him. We were sitting on a bench, me trying not to shiver, him scrolling through comments on the post like it was the morning paper. “‘They look so happy’,” he read aloud, smirking. “‘Captain finally bagged a baddie.’ ‘He’s way out of her eague.’ That one actually was not my favorite. I rolled my eyes. “You’re enjoying this too much.” “It’s kinda fun.” He bumps my shoulder. “Admit it. You’re having fun too.”

Of course it’s Cole. “Go bother someone else,” I mutter without looking up. He smirks and steps inside anyway. “Marco’s busy trying to beat a twelve-year-old online in that Diablo game and Zack’s currently screwing a puck bunny, so that leaves only you.” “Lucky me.” He takes one look at my face and exhales. “Wow. You look like someone just got hit by a bus emotionally.” “Go away.” “Nope. House policy. When the captain looks like he just detonated his own life, someone intervenes.”