Body Checked By My Straight Captain Chapter 07

Body Checked By My Straight Captain Chapter 07

Another soft knock. I hold my breath.

“Blaine.”

The voice is muffled by the still-running engine and the thin door. Low. Rough. My stomach drops.

Connor.

Of course he stayed back. He’s the Captain; he always makes sure everyone is okay. That’s all it is.

“I told you I needed a minute.”

Silence.

Then, his voice is a low growl through the door…

“Doesn’t sound like you’re calming down.”

Heat floods my face. I look at myself in the mirror.

My pupils are blown wide. My chest is still rising too fast.

“Go away.”

A quiet laugh.

“You don’t mean that.”

My hands tighten around the edge of the sink, and I clench my jaw. He’s right. That’s the worst part.

“Tell me something.”

I don’t answer him, but that doesn’t stop him.

“Still thinking about what happened back there?”

My eyes close. Instant mistake.

Connor’s fingers digging into my waist.

His mouth burning against my neck.

His body hard beneath mine.

“Yes,” I whisper.

“Thought so.”

A rough breath comes through the door. Then another.

He sounds almost as worked up as I am.

Heat churns through me.

“Touch yourself.”

I open my eyes, shocked by his words. “What?”

“You heard me.” His voice drops even lower. “Unless you want me to come in there and do it for you.”

Fuck. My hand slips down before I’ve even decided to move.

I bite my lip hard.

“That’s it.”

How does he know I’m doing what he told me to?

A muffled groan comes through the door.

My stomach clenches. He’s touching himself too.

The thought makes me stroke faster.

“Keep going.”

I do.

His breathing gets heavier through the door, and mine matches it.

“Were you thinking about this when you were making all those little sounds earlier?”

“Yes.”

“Say it louder.”

“Yes.”

Heat coils tighter and tighter until I’m barely holding myself up.

“Good boy.”

Those two words destroy me.

I clamp a hand over my mouth as pleasure tears through me, my knees nearly giving out.

For several seconds I can’t breathe. Silence outside.

Then, softly…

“Knew you’d sound pretty when you came, Prince.” 

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