Novel & Cerita Pucking Around With The Captain

“I had orgasms reading some parts yesterday.” “Give it back.” I tried to take it again, but he raised his hand, outside my reach. “He slammed the puck into the net like he owned the ice, like the MVP he is. I wonder if he'd use his stick on me the same way—hard, fast, unrelenting—until I begged him to stop and meant none of it. My…” I kicked him hard; he stumbled, didn't fall, but that shut him up.

When I finished what I was doing, I was about to go out when suddenly someone spoke up again. "He is the captain of seniors, right? That former class A. I really wonder why he shifted his section,” I heard a caterpillar say. Captain of seniors? There is no doubt that they are referring to my boyfriend. "It's good to shoot a ball," "Really? Maybe he's good at shooting in bed too." The heck! Hello! Girlfriend is here. There is little consideration there. "Taste it later," D*mn! Be ready for me because my blood is heating up in your flirts.

Annika promised the skipper. Annika was thrilled to be sitting by his side; she was curious about what was on his computer, so the captain opened the albums on his computer and showed her some images. "This is me when I was a baby," Captain said, displaying his cutest baby photographs. He was a small fat baby with the grayest eyes and red lips pink infant you'll ever see. "I seem like a little piggy here, don't I?" the skipper jokes about his newborn photographs. Annika's response: "I want a kid like that!" laughing! "Oh, be cautious what you say, ha! ha! ha!" the captain says in response to her jokes.

SAGE MONTERO. @puckmedaddy: ‘Gah, I understand why he’s the captain; he looks like he handles a puck the same way he does a woman. Rough.’ Yeah, until he chokes you to death. @rookslapmepls: ‘I volunteer. I volunteer. I volunteer as tribute…sorry I meant puck.’ If desperate had a label, it’d be you, sweetheart. @rookmehard: ‘I know they call him the Angel cause he’s a devil in the sheets. Argue with the wall, everyone.’

I groaned, pinching the bridge of my nose, “If you say this outside, you are going to get into trouble, Captain Myers.” He laughed, it was a deep, rich sound. It was no mystery why the ladies were swooning over him. In the next moment, I saw a strange expression flash across his face, and he looked at me intently. “You should stop working here.” I scoffed, “And let my mother die on the sickbed? That's a fat no.” Before he could reply, laughter erupted from the door of the club. It was so familiar that it made me turn. Damn it. What were these guys doing here?

“Ethan, you absolute menace.” Ethan just floated on his back, innocent as anything, and his voice calm as ever like he didn't just wreak havoc in the pool with such a dramatic entrance. “I was just getting in the pool. Very Legal. Very cool.” I glared as the corners of his mouth twitched, obviously, he was trying to hold back a smile. Liar! I thought to myself. However, I didn't dwell on that for long. Using the distraction, I scrambled onto the unicorn’s back, knees on either side of the horn. “I am the captain now!”

“I was shooting from the side like they told me. If you didn’t want to look bad maybe don’t lean into every hit like you’re trying to break the boards.” He stepped closer, eyes narrowing. God, he smelled like sweet sweat and something expensive, and it made my stomach flip even while I wanted to smack him. “You think this is a joke? This team’s got eyes on us. Sponsors. Scouts. I need to look like a captain, not some sloppy asshole in bad lighting. Redo the set or pack your shit.” “I’m not redoing anything until you stop acting like a diva,” I shot back, chin up even though my voice wobbled a little. “I know what I’m doing. Maybe try not glaring at the camera next time and you won’t look lik

The crowds sighed as Adira tantrums like a kid. “You’re too slow!” “I told you to kick it!” “You wasted my voice!” I pursed my lips and shake my head. My eyes widened when I saw Captain already kicking the ball. I gasps couldn’t believe he had snatched the ball from the opponent. Our group roared and each of them shouted his name. “The ruthless captain was now advancing the ball!” the announcer’s voice echoed in the stadium. How come he got it that fast?! “Speed,” Caius whistled.

“You might want to consider adding a 'please' to that request.” The captain tried to push my boot away. I let him, then took my foot off his chest and stepped back two paces so he could stand up. As he came up in a rush, I raised my hands and let him grab my wrist, although his grip was clumsy from anger. Rolling my arm forward, I broke free from his hold and tapped his shoulder with my knuckles, making him flinch. I then reached past his guard and flicked his ear. It was a small, child’s taunt that made the line snickered.