The Captain’s Girl

The Captain's Girl part II

Author's Note: Welcome to the second entry to The Captain's Girl trilogy.

Thanks for reading!

XOXO,

Tails

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Katie Thompson grew up playing ice hockey, so it was a no-brainer to join the beer league team when she moved two years ago. Ben Hughes was the star forward for a smaller collegiate program. The team is on a road trip for a seasonal tournament when the consequences of their post-game hookup finally catch up to them.

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Katie was fuming. Two weeks. That's how long Ben had gone on like everything was normal. That's how long it had been since her captain had claimed her in the locker room. 'You're special,' he had said, just before draining his balls onto her bare chest. She hadn't been able to get the image of Ben out of her head since then, nor the feeling of his seed from her memory. She had taken a second shower afterwards and left the facility hoping to find Ben in his car, to talk about what happened, but the captain was gone.

Even more infuriating to Katie was just how good Ben had fucked her. He had brought her to a peak of pleasure that she hadn't experienced from any man before. Even worse? Katie couldn't replicate the feeling with her array of toys, and it wasn't for lack of effort. Nothing had been able to compete with her captain's cock. Her body's longing was nothing short of a betrayal.

Across two games, and the 6-hour drive they'd just finished, Ben had managed to utter only a single word to her: "Hello." Where he got the gall to ignore her was beyond Katie. Well, if he wanted to ignore her, that was fine. She would make him pay attention.

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It was tradition for the 99ers to have a team dinner and drinks the night before a tournament, and this was no exception. The team would be meeting in the lobby in a half hour, leaving Katie little time to finish dressing.

She stood in front of the mirror, considering her plan. It was a terrible idea, born of desperation and jealousy. Katie sighed, looking at herself in the mirror. Her fair skin was marked with bruises on her legs and scars from various occasions. Katie's chest was contained by an intricate violet bra, its lacy cups managing to give her a respectable amount of cleavage. A matching thong covered her slit. Katie sighed, beginning to reconsider her plot, as her phone buzzed.

Ben Hughes, to the team chat. "Car Assignments."

Ben had assigned them to different cars again. The captain couldn't bear to share a car with her. That pushed Kaite fully into her scheme. She swiped the messenger app closed, as well as the camera and camera roll. They had served their purpose over the last hour.

She pulled on a plain pair of black leggings and the off-white sweater that she had tossed to the bed earlier. "Puck off" was written in a curvy script across the chest. Thirty minutes later, she was on her way to dinner.

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Katie made sure that she had been sitting next to Pat in the car. The six-and-a-half foot defenseman towered over her, and looked downright silly sitting in the back seat of a sedan. They shared a car with three others, meaning one of them would need to sit in what the guys liked to call "Bitch Seat." Normally Katie would protest, but she volunteered to take the middle seat.

"It just makes sense," she conceded, feigning defeat, "I mean, I AM smaller than all of you."

It was true. Even among the other ladies, she was the smallest. Pat, on the other hand, was the largest on the team. Ironically, that didn't translate to skill. Katie was among the more skilled forwards, while Pat's biggest skill was his size. Well, that, and that he was Ben's best friend.

"Cozy," Katie remarked sarcastically as she struggled to find enough space between Pat and Josie, another forward.

"You're a better person than me, girl," Josie mused. "I would have fought tooth and nail to sit anywhere else."

Katie shrugged. "It's no big deal to me."

Pat grunted towards Katie. "Can you move over?"

This earned an eyebrow raise from Josie. "To where?"

Katie shifted, intentionally leaning towards Pat. "Sorry, Pat. At least it's a short ride."

"Hmph." Pat grumbled, returning his attention to his phone.

The seven minute car ride seemed to take forever. Five of six traffic lights were red, but it gave Katie more time to work. She made sure her leg was contacting Pat's the whole way. Whenever they turned, Katie made a point of 'falling' into Pat.

"Sorry," Katie said, "Nothing to hold on to here."

Pat barely acknowledged her, but that didn't matter. As they neared the diner, Katie rested a hand on Pat's thigh. He jumped like someone had shocked him.

"Whatcha watching?" Katie asked the defenseman, letting her hand linger for a moment longer than necessary.

"Oh, uhh, hockey," Pat angled the screen towards Katie. The man was indeed watching hockey. Some twenty-year-old influencer was demonstrating trick shots.

"Beers on me if you pull one of those off tomorrow," Katie laughed. That earned a smile from a normally stoic Pat.

"Hell yeah, I'll go in on that!" Josie cheered from my right.

"Let's shake on it, then," Katie insisted, offering her hand to Pat. The big defenseman shook her hand firmly. His grip was too tight, perhaps not used to handling something as tiny as Katie's fragile hand.

"Hope you're ready, girls," Pat taunted, "You're going to be buying beers all night."

Josie and Katie laughed, earning another smile from Pat.

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Katie's car arrived at the diner a couple minutes before the other cars. Once they were shown to their table, Katie made sure she was sitting across from Pat at the end of one of the tables, and watched for Ben to walk in. The captain sauntered into the diner with the remainder of the team shortly after. He claimed the seat right next to the defenseman. One of the team's couples, Wren and Gordon, sat to Katie's left. 'Good,' she thought. They'd be too busy with each other to notice her shenanigans.

The team engaged in the typical pre-tournament conversations, discussing opponents and making friendly bets. Katie did her best to contribute, but her mind was elsewhere. Ben, sitting five feet away from her, had once again failed to acknowledge her. Hand under the table, Katie sent a text that had been queued since the hotel. She heard the buzzzzzz of Pat's phone vibrating on the table.

Pat turned his phone over, glanced at her name on the screen, and met Katie's eyes curiously. Katie met his gaze and winked. Pat's face reddened as he opened her text under the table and viewed the selfie she had sent. The image started at her exposed neck, ending just above her navel. Katie had taken the hem of her sweater in her teeth, holding it high enough to display the violet undergarment that proudly supported her chest.

"You good," Ben scanned Pat's face. Pat nodded, hastily hiding his phone under his leg. Katie suppressed a smirk as she sent the next one: a shot of her cupping a breast in one hand. Violet lace peeked between her fingers.

"What's your favorite color?" Katie addressed Pat innocently, as her teammate dared to glance at his phone again.

"Oh, uhh, purple," he stammered. Ben turned, confused.

"I thought it was green?" Ben asked, the closest thing to a response she had gotten from him.

"I guess I don't really have one," Pat said nonchalantly, daring to glance down at his phone as it buzzed again.

No sweater this time, bra tugged down to expose her nipples. Pat shifted in his seat.

"Excuse me," the defenseman pardoned himself, "Gotta go to the bathroom."

Katie took the opportunity to fire off the next few pictures, a series of mirror selfies. Her phone in front of her face, Katie stood in front of the oversized bathroom mirror wearing nothing but her thong. One shot simply showed her standing before the mirror. Another had Katie's hip turned to exhibit the curve of her backside. The next was a selfie. Katie sat on the counter, her back to the mirror and her feet on the cold countertop. Her legs were spread and her free hand dipped just underneath the lacy waist of her thong.

Pat returned a minute later, still looking flustered.

Dinner went on without excitement. Katie would take a moment to send another tease to Pat, who would continue to sneak peeks at his phone. It was difficult for Katie to read Pat's face. Obviously he was intrigued, why else would he continue to glance at his screen every time it buzzed?

By the time they were ready to leave, Katie had sent a dozen surprises and caught Pat eyeing her with a strange look in his sharp blue eyes.

On the way to the car, Katie felt him slide into step next to her. He leaned down to whisper in her ear.

"Careful, girlie," Pat warned. His voice was a low rumble, like the clap of thunder before a storm. It was powerful, yet not threatening. Katie side-eyed Ben's best friend.

"I know what I'm doing," she promised, her voice a smooth and practiced song. It left an unspoken question hanging between the pair.

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The bar across from the hotel was too loud for conversation in groups larger than two or three, so they ended up in several small clusters. After two drinks, Katie ran back into Pat at the bar.

"Hey," she called over the din. "I think that's one of the other teams."

Pat followed Katie's gaze towards the back of the bar where several billiards tables were surrounded by a group of guys guffawing at one another.

"Oh, damn," Pat swore. "I hoped they wouldn't be here. Can't stand them."

Katie couldn't agree more. She was about to start ranting about them when a familiar brown braid caught her eye.

"That's Josie!" Katie exclaimed, pointing at her friend who was sitting on the lap of a player near the pool game. Pat chuckled.

"Good for her," he mused. "I bet she didn't have to send him raunchy texts over dinner, though."

Before Katie could respond, Pat had set his drink down and turned away.

"Hey!" She yelled after him. Pat kept trudging through the crowd, so Katie followed. They slowly weaved through the sea of bodies, avoiding drinks and expressive hands. In the packed room, Katie managed to lose the defenseman.

"Shit," she swore. She'd have to weave her way back towards the door on the other side of the bar.

Katie was preparing herself for the trek when a strong pair of hands grabbed her shoulders and yanked her towards the wall. The grip was too tight, so Katie allowed herself to be pulled. She glanced over her shoulder and quickly recognized the back of Pat's jacket. Before she knew it, her back was against the wall.

Pat's hand thudded into the wall near her head as he leaned down and said something that she couldn't make out. He was positioned so that she couldn't move without brushing against Pat's muscular form. Thankfully, he was also protecting her from the bustle of bar-goers.

"What?" Katie asked, voice raised. Pat furrowed his brow and repeated himself. Again, Katie couldn't make it out. Pat seemed to realize this and, not wanting to make the conversation public, looked to his side towards a door. The restroom door.

As swiftly as if he was on ice, Pat pulled Katie into the restroom and closed the door.

The room was compact, to say the least. A urinal clung to the tiled wall opposite of a sink and hand dryer. The single stall was empty, thankfully, because Pat had failed to knock before pulling the two of them into the room. Katie was grateful that the room was clean, at least.

An incandescent light flickered overhead as Pat pushed her against the wall. His hand thudded against the tile as it impacted next to Katie's head. Pat leaned down towards Katie so she could hear him clearly.

"I know what you're doing," Pat growled.

"I don't know what you mean." Katie swallowed, her lips suddenly feeling dry. The smell of bleach filled her nose, but the bathroom scene was the least of her concerns. Pat's proximity set off something in Katie that she hoped to ignore.

"Cut the shit, Katie," Pat demanded, dark eyes glaring down at her. "Ben told me what happened in the lockers."

Katie stood her ground, angling her head up to meet Pat's glare. "This has nothing to do..."

"Bullshit," Pat said flatly. Of course he saw right through her. "You're playing a dangerous game. Better watch your step."

"Don't threaten me," Katie bristled defensively. What had she been thinking? Ben was not worth the trouble she had gone through, nor the past weeks of brainspace he had occupied.

"It's not a threat, girlie." Pat grumbled deeply. Had he gotten closer? Katie was suddenly all-too-aware of her racing heart, and the heat that rose to her face. "I don't want to be used to get to Ben."

"Then why don't you leave," Katie huffed, standing tall. Their faces were inches apart, neither daring to break the contest.

"Why don't you?" Pat retorted. Katie found herself wondering that very thing as she registered the warmth of Pat's body nearly touching her own.

"You're the one that doesn't want to be here," Katie reminded him pointedly. Arms crossed and one eyebrow raised, she dared the defenseman to push on.

"You're in the men's room," Pat diverted. "I'm not the one out of place."

"Well, what are you going to do about it?" Katie held her breath, the challenge laid between them.

"Wouldn't you like to know." Pat met Katie's challenge, taking his free hand and pressing her shoulder back against the tiled wall. Katie could practically feel the touch of his lips on her hot skin. It would be firm, unyielding, she thought. Not loving, but not without passion. Her hands rose to rest on Pat's muscular chest as the defenseman leaned in. A calloused thumb stroked the exposed skin above her collarbone. Hot breath met her cheek, shocks of electricity shot through her body, a welcome slickening in her pants...

The bathroom door flew open as a drunken bar patron stumbled into the room. The pair froze, but the drunk seemed oblivious as he staggered towards the ice-filled urinal. Pat's eye's shot back to Katie, and the two evacuated the restroom as swiftly as they had entered.

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Katie had lost Pat in the traffic of the bar, which was probably for the best. She couldn't keep her mind from the feeling that had grown inside of her at Pat's presence. She had to get back to her room.

By the time the elevator arrived, Katie had given up on calming her mind. She had come too close to making another mistake. Things with Ben had fallen apart, and giving herself to Pat in a bar restroom would only have made things worse. As the elevator doors slid shut, Katie caught a glimpse of Josie, hurriedly following a guy down the hallway. They briefly locked eyes and Josie flashed a grin and a wink. 'At least one of us will be satisfied tonight,' Katie thought to herself.

The room's door clicked shut behind Katie, who decided against swinging the lock shut just in case Josie showed up later. Katie sighed in frustration, plopping onto the bed with an angry bounce. With a couple deep breaths, Katie tried to calm herself. She reached for one of her suitcases, found a smaller bag within, and deposited it onto the bed. She opened the smaller bag and wrapped her hand around a familiar silicone form. Just as she was withdrawing her preferred entertainment, a sharp knock rang at her door.

"For fuck's sake," Katie murmered, hastily tucking the semi-transparent blue silicone back into the bag. She peered through the peephole and found Pat's neutral face glaring back. Without thinking, she opened the door a sliver. "What do you want?"

"We have unfinished business," Pat answered simply, firmly. He shoved through the door, letting it click shut behind him. Katie drew a breath to challenge the defenseman but the words were stifled as his hand wrapped firmly around her throat. Pat drove her back against the nearest wall and glared down into her eyes with a hunger that made her knees buckle.

"Oh," Katie managed through his grip. She lost the fight to keep a smile from cracking her face. Pat's firm grip unlocked a sensation in Katie that drove her crazy. She choked out her challenge. "Thought you wanted to... stay out of it..."

"Not what I said, girlie." Pat's hungry eyes were the only mark of emotion on his stoic face. He brushed her golden hair away from her face, his touch remarkably gentle in contrast to the controlling wrap he maintained around her neck. His kiss was hot, his tongue parting her willing lips with ease. Katie couldn't stop the moan from escaping her as the defenseman grabbed her ass, his fingers digging into the soft flesh and spreading her apart.

"I said," Pat growled, releasing Katie's throat, "I didn't want to be used."

"Yet here you are," Katie taunted, a manic smile on her red face. Pat gripped her jaw tightly in his hand, the one he had been choking her with, and tipped her chin up.

"I am not the one being used." Pat's voice seemed to drop an octave. The glint in his eyes was pure animal, and as he picked her up, Katie thought that maybe her plan had worked too well.

Pat carried her to the bed and tossed her to the mattress.

"Ah!" Katie squealed, surprised at Pat's force.

"What's this?" Pat's questioning tone drew Katie's attention to the small bag that had been knocked to the side. Blushing, she quickly tried to stop him from snooping.

"Pat, wait," Katie started.

"Hush," the defenseman ordered. He reached into the bag and removed one of its three occupants, a simple battery-operated vibrator. "That's cute."

"That's mine," Katie protested, as Pat examined the toy.

"No shit, girlie," Pat responded. He twisted the base, and pressed it to her leggings directly over her sex. "Hold that there."

Katie's body obeyed before her mind could pose a question. She held the vibrator against her rapidly dampening leggings while Pat removed the other items.

"I suppose these were for me?" Pat brandished the pack of condoms that Katie had stowed. Katie nodded, her eyes on the gold wrapper. Pat pulled the final item, her blue dildo, and set it next to Katie. "For later."

"Unnghhhhh..." Katie moaned, hips grinding ferociously against the vibrator. She was coming completely undone in front of the defenseman who was too casual in his movements. "Fuck me."

Pat looked down at the horny mess of a girl on the bed. "Is that how you got Ben?"

Katie moaned something unintelligible as Pat placed a firm hand on her hip, halting her motions.

"Don't move," Pat ordered. Again, Katie's body responded to the command, freezing. A smile cracked Pat's otherwise neutral face. "Good girl. Now, look at me. Just like that, girlie."

Katie looked up at Pat, her eyes full of a lust that threatened to overcome the modicum of control she maintained over her body. Pat's pants crumpled to the floor with a gentle thud, but Katie's gaze didn't avert.

"Show me," she requested softly.

"Say please." Pat's demands continued. As long as Katie kept folding, they would keep coming.

"Show me... Please..." Katie practically begged, which must have been what Pat was waiting for. He dropped his boxers to the ground, freeing his stick from its prison. Katie gasped at his girth. Before she had time to register her next thought, it came tumbling from her lips. "I need it..."

Pat padded to the end of the bed, pulling alongside Katie. His considerable shaft bounced with each step. She heard his low tone, "show me your tongue, girlie."

Katie obliged, her tongue rolling out of her open mouth, ready to accept his head.

"Oh that's my pretty girlie," Pat crooned. "Now keep that mouth open for me."

"Uh-huh," Katie managed with her tongue hanging out. She would happily blow the man if he could satisfy her needs. As Katie was preparing to suck Pat's stick, he pressed a large hand against the back of her head and entered her mouth. Katie couldn't help but gag.