Novel & Cerita Pucking Around With The Captain

When the ref drops the puck, the game officially turns into a battle between our speed and their experience. Every time I try to sprint past a defender, hulk-guy who I'm finding out is their captain is already there. It’s frustrating. I’m skating as hard as I can, my heart thumping against my ribs, but the alumni move the puck in perfect circles. They don't even look winded.

"I’m just not in the mood for the theatrics tonight. Leave it." "I can't just 'leave it,'" she countered, stepping closer, her scent—sweet, too much and cloying filling my senses. It was a suffocating smell. "We aren't the only ones playing, and if we sit this out, people will talk. Do you have any idea how embarrassing it would be if the captain and the dean's daughter lost their spot because you decided to have a tantrum? Just play the part, Knox. You’ve done it a thousand times before."

"Not our problem to worry about. Winning is. Let's try focusing on that." I hate myself for the brown-nose strategy I just bullshitted to the other players. This is what the team captain title does to you. For the next two hours the guys grumble and let off steam. Their comments make me laugh at times and grumble along with them at others. The word "pussy" comes up more than once and I don't like where it takes my mind. To admit I have the hots for another player is just wrong, and somehow I need to get the thought of our new kicker's pussy out of my head entirely. We'll see if she makes it past day one. I can always approach her when she's no longer on the roster.

When Jack touched the wound with his thumb, Heitor let out a groan of pain and yanked his hand away sharply. The captain froze, staring at his own hand as if it had betrayed him. "I’m a man who only feels desire for women," he said, almost to himself. His voice came out low, heavy with confusion and anger. "What is it about you, lad, that affects me so much?" Heitor remained silent and lowered his gaze. Before Jack could continue, the door burst open violently. Rotten Smile entered, breathless. "Captain! A nasty fight broke out on deck. We can’t break it up."

Yet a spark of uncertainty flickered within her; she had to prove herself as a captain now more than ever. A young merchant gripped his wagon’s rail, eyes narrowing as he studied her with a smirk that twisted across his features. His posture was casual, but a taunting edge laced his words as he leaned forward, hands on his hips. “Where’s your shadow, Captain? With no first mate at your side, are you still fit to lead?” The derision dripped from his tongue, echoing through the crowd with an insistent challenge.

Even in the nick of time, the captain can be insulting. “Then why are you even here? Taking the Gori-gori with the only four of you—no, the three of you—” the captain pointed at them except Rina. “—and you who are not even a Bronze level pathfinder… Useless!! You’re just going to screw us and we’ll have to deal with your dead body later. Go home, kids.” The captain finally said. Then he turned around to leave again, but Jai held him firm. “Let us help you.” Jai said.

"Um...that, I'm waiting for an invitation. Am I disturbing you?" "Fine, it's up to you!" He said as he stepped towards the dispenser while carrying his cup. This quiet atmosphere feels even more awkward when you're alone with someone like Gavin, who is known to be very difficult to approach. "I heard that the captain has been a thug for years and even became the leader of the thugs on the outskirts of town. Many have claimed to be victims of the robberies that he and his men did, until finally the captain and his group got into trouble with the famous mafia in this city. Captain assaulted that mob boss nearly to death, because of which he was jailed for several years."

“You make a sound and they all see their rookie getting bred by the captain.” The risk made everything hotter. I pushed my ass back, meeting every thrust. His cock dragged perfect over my prostate. Water ran down our bodies, mixing with fresh sweat. He fucked me harder, hips snapping, still keeping the rhythm controlled so the curtain would not move too much. One of the guys laughed loud a few stalls over. “Reed, you coming to poker night?” Captain Reed answered without missing a stroke. “Maybe. Busy right now.” His voice stayed steady, but his cock slammed deeper into me on the last word.

"I'm sorry if I'm interrupting." "No, you're not," Noa replied politely. "I just wanted to wish you luck tomorrow." "Oh thanks." The young man hesitated. Then he smiled again. "And... if you don't mind," He rubbed the back of his neck. "I'd like to get your number after the match. You seem like a cool guy." Several teammates let out teasing whistles. "Ooooooh!" "Our captain is popular!" Jerry slapped the table dramatically. "I can't even finish one meal without someone stealing my captain!"

He sucks my nipples, his beard rubbing against my skin makes me more excited, I pull him by the beard so he kisses my mouth, but before I look at him and say: — Is this your way of convincing me to go to the finals, Captain? — He smiles and responds. — I can be more convincing than that if you want. Do you want? — Of course I do, Captain! Ever since Raúl took on the captaincy of the team, I love to tease him, because I know that calling him that makes him very excited. The result is harder thrusts , light nips he takes on my nipples, and his desperate moans of pleasure as I scratch his back.