The Captain’s Girl Pt. 01

The Captain's Girl part I

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

Thanks for reading!

XOXO,

Tails

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. He's been the captain of the 99ers since his second season. Katie was picked up by the 99ers, and has helped them win their past two seasons.

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Katie bent over on the bench and began to untie her skates. The game had been tough, but they had prevailed. She pulled at the tongues and freed her sore feet. Katie set them against her bag and started gingerly tugging off her chest pad. Eyes closed, she recalled the game winner.

She had won the race to a loose puck and played it forward to Ben. She hadn't seen the goal, though, since one of their opponents had taken the chance to lay a bone jarring hit on her. The refs didn't usually allow those, but seeing as it was close to midnight and the game was over, there were no repercussions.

Ben had scored, apparently beating the goaltender above his glove. They'd be hearing the story for weeks. Ben loved to gloat, but he wasn't an asshole like some of the others. It was technically a co-ed league, but there were very few women. As a result, Katie tended to get treated differently. Sometimes it was targeted hits, sometimes it was snarky comments from her own team. Never from Ben, though, and she had learned to appreciate that.

Free from her pads, Katie hobbled over to the shower room in the compression shirt and shorts pants that she wore beneath her gear. Being in a league where girls were a rarity meant that the women's locker room was undermaintained. This year, it meant that the showers took several minutes to warm up. So, she made a routine of switching them on, packing her pads, undressing, and then showering.

The squeaky knob turned and... nothing. A horrifyingly frustrating creak echoed through the pipes, but no water.

"Fuck me," Katie muttered, sulking back to the bench and her bag. She pounded the locker in frustration. She sat down hard, rattling the bench. If she wanted a shower, she'd have to wait for the men's locker room to open up.

"Fine," Katie said to herself. "I'm not going home like this."

She shoved her feet into her crocs and laid back on the bench, ready to wait for everyone to leave. Hopefully, she thought, they would leave quickly so she wouldn't have to hurry.

Twenty-five minutes later, she heard the last of them leave. Katie waited a minute before grabbing her bag, tossing her blonde braid over her shoulder, and strolling out of one locker room and into the other. She walked with purpose, like she belonged there. The smell hit her harder than the check earlier had. It was musty, like a whole team had left heavily used pads and socks hanging around.

Katie dropped her bag near the back of the locker room, the closest row to the showers, and turned the water on. Hot water blasted out instantly.

"Nice," she mused, holding a hand under the jet.

It took all of two minutes for her to peel the rest of her clothes off and get in the shower. The hot water felt like a massage on her bare back. She stood under the aggressive stream of water, and closed her eyes, relaxing under the jet. Katie could feel her muscles relax as the sweat and grime from the night washed down the drain.

Finally, although begrudgingly, she shut the water off Katie waddled back to her bag, towel wrapped around her torso, the wet sound of her feet smacking against the tiled floor echoing around the room.

"Hey, Kat," a voice teased from a few rows over. Katie shrieked, instinctively covering her chest and groin, despite the towel that already covered both. There he stood, wearing a grey sweat suit, light hair still damp from a shower.

"What the fuck, Ben?" Katie spoke in a hushed, angry voice. How dare he? How dare he... what? Come into his locker room? She was the trespasser. "What are you doing here? I thought everyone left!"

Ben waved his phone. "Forgot this. Did you enjoy your shower?"

Katie blushed, but refused to be rattled any further. "The pressure is nice. Women's shower wouldn't turn on."

"Interesting. Glad you found a solution," he went on, leaning against a row of lockers. Katie's temper flared as she clocked Ben's eyes wandering down her body, lingering on exposed skin.

"Stop looking at me like that," she scolded. Katie stood tall, almost five-foot-nine, but still had to look up at Ben, who was probably six-two.

"Like what," Ben prodded, his voice dropping. Katie widened her eyes and made an exaggerated point of ogling every inch of Ben's build. Her eyes caught on his ...

"Oh my god, Ben!" He was hard. It was plain as day, his boner creating an obvious tent in his sweats. "Put that away. Let me get dressed."

"I'm not stopping you," he clarified. "In fact, you could just walk back behind the lockers where I assume your bag is."

He was right, of course, but... Katie's eyes dropped again to the significant tent that was fully popped. She swallowed. No. She shouldn't.

"I'll be gone, all you have to do is give the word," he promised. Katie held her tongue, and a smile spread on Ben's face. "That's what I thought."

Ben advanced on Katie, who did not back down. Standing proudly, dripping wet from her shower, and nearly naked, she let Ben advance until she could feel his hot breath on her forehead.

"Is that left over from retelling your goal story?" Katie blew a strand of hair from her face as she taunted her teammate.

"Oh yes," he purred. "It's a glorious story, including a very smooth assist from my teammate."

Katie snorted. "I'm sure you include that in all of your retellings."

"You doubt me, Kat," Ben asked incredulously. He took a half step forward. Katie matched his step. She could feel the warmth of Ben's body radiating from him as they stared into each other's eyes, neither willing to be the first to break. The moment took a heartbeat, but felt like an eternity. Finally, Ben broke the silence.

"Well?" He raised a dark eyebrow.

"Well what?" Katie retorted, matching the cocky eyebrow raise.

"Don't you have something you need to do?" Ben wouldn't back down.

"Sure. Don't you have somewhere to be?" Katie was just as stubborn.

"I have time," he assured, taking one final step forward. Katie felt the tent brush against her bare leg and realized that she was far wetter than her shower had left her. She was grateful that Ben couldn't see the slickness he'd caused. Fine, she thought, she'd make him lose. Loosening her grip, Katie allowed the towel to slip enough to tease one of her breasts.

Ben broke, glancing past her face to catch a glimpse of the round bit of flesh that Katie had exposed, and the darker peek of the edge of her areola. Katie hmphed in victory, turning to get dressed, knowing that the image would be burned into Ben's brain for a long time. She was beginning to wonder if Ben would be jacking himself to her when he got home, when she felt a firm hand on her shoulder.

"Kat," Ben breathed, low and primal. She turned back to him, a victorious smirk already spreading over her face. Before her shoulders had squared to him, Ben put his other hand on her shoulder and pushed her back against the wall of lockers. Katie stood her ground, as much as she could. He was inches away from her towel-covered body, a proximity that short circuited her brain. She couldn't remember the last time a man had been this close. She could feel the heat radiating from his body.

"Do you want someth..." Katie was cut off as Ben lowered his head into a kiss. He stopped after a moment, and looked at Katie as if expecting to get shut down. She did no such thing. "Keep going."

Katie put her arms around Ben's neck and kissed him back. She found herself lifting her legs around his waist as he scooped her off of the ground. The lockers were cold on the exposed part of her back, but she had other things on her mind. Ben's stick was prodding her from below, and her towel was beginning to slip, threatening to fully expose her breast.

Their passionate make-out went on for minutes, their tongues dancing, and Ben's firm hands squeezing Katie's muscular thighs. Katie's scrambled mind raced. How did this happen, and more importantly why had it taken them so long? Another sweep of Ben's tongue cleared her thoughts once more as she moaned into him.

"Kat," Ben said again. "You have no idea how long I've wanted this."

Katie looked into his eyes and figured he could use a little humbling. Allowing a light laugh, she answered.

"Ben, your jaw was on the ice the first time you saw me," she reminded him, though the jab lacked her usual punch. "You practically broadcast to the whole team that I was yours."

"Maybe," Ben said between kisses, "I was just impressed by your skating."

"Maybe," Katie retorted, "you were just curious about my stickhandling."

Katie wiggled her ass for good measure. She felt herself graze his tent, and felt the effect of it in his hands. They tightened beneath her bare thighs, Ben's fingers digging into the soft skin. She needed to feel him, and hoped that her retort had been enough. Heat gathered in her core as Katie allowed her imagination to explore the potential that was prodding her from below. Ben let a deep hum escape his chest, drawing her attention back to reality.

"You want stickhandling?" Ben set her down with a smack as Katie's feet hit the ground. He spun her around and ripped the towel away, casting it to the side like a broken stick.

Katie's ass was spectacular, and she knew it. She swayed it side to side for him. Years of training had paid off in more ways than one. Hands against the bay of lockers, she wiggled that ass in anticipation, goading her captain. Ben's pants crumpled to the ground and his stick slapped against her ass with an impressive clap. A firm hand grabbed her blonde braid and pulled back. "Nothing to say now?"

"I'm not impressed yet," Katie taunted, the bite completely vanishing from her voice. She'd bitten back the moan that nearly escaped when Ben had pulled her hair, but she couldn't keep the need from her tone.

"Fine," Ben said. Katie heard a spit, and felt Ben's shaft slide into her slick core. She bit her lip to suppress a grunt of surprise. Of course it was what she wanted, she just hadn't expected him so soon. Dozens of scenarios raced through her mind, all replays of ones she'd fantasized about. Her captain, claiming her.

Ben moved tantalizingly slow, another inch disappearing inside of Katie. She felt Ben relax and realized that he had been tense. Nervous, even. The thought evaporated as a sharp clap echoed through the empty locker room.

Katie couldn't hold her shriek back this time, as Ben's hand came down on her ass. Palms flat against the lockers, Katie pushed backwards, taking Ben's cock deeper. He exhaled, his hand still resting on her backside. Katie could feel a stinging heat that told her he'd left his mark.

"Fuck, Ben," Katie breathed. The captain stood behind her and began slowly pumping his manhood into her. She matched her breathing to his steady pace, angling her hips to provide him better access. It was a familiar motion, one she'd made nightly when she pleasured herself on one of the many toys she owned.

"Careful what you wish for," Ben growled. He grabbed her hips and pulled her body against his. Katie's hands slid down the cold metal of the lockers as her hips were lifted and her muff fucked. She stood on her toes, legs straight and spread wide allowing Ben a little room to work. The force of his thrusts was enough to lift her toes from the floor. Ben grunted with each mighty thrust, and Katie could hear the need in each primal noise.

Katie's shrieks evolved into moans of pleasure as her captain claimed her. Her back arched further as he snatched her braid again, yanking her head back. Katie tried to hold on, her fingers digging into the metal of the lockers looking for any purchase to support her. Nothing. All she could do was give herself completely to Ben. She was at his glorious mercy and he knew it.

Ben spanked her again, hitting the same spot as he maneuvered his shaft free of her slippery hold. Katie was able to turn around again, her breath returning to her lungs. She had never been fucked like that, she'd never known that she needed to be taken like that. In the moment, thoughts returned to her head of Ben taking her roughly over the bench, in the shower, the penalty box. Everywhere. Her braid was a frizzy mess, her backside red from the beating, and her pussy? Drenched. Puffy, a little sore. But mostly, empty. She felt empty, his stick had filled her so perfectly and brought her irritatingly close to the edge before stopping, that she felt like his shape was missing from within her.

"Finish me off, Ben," Katie begged. "On the bench, against the lockers, I don't care. Just do it."

It was the first time she could remember showing vulnerability in front of him. Now, she stood before him, naked and begging for his cock. Nothing else mattered to her now, only the man standing before her.

"As you wish, Kat," he obliged. "Right against the lockers."

Ben scooped her up as he had done when they kissed. Katie practically threw her legs around his torso and slid back down onto his mighty shaft. Her back, completely bare this time, met the cool metal of the lockers and held her in place. Ben put only one hand beneath her for support. The other found her jaw and angled her head up for a sloppy kiss.

Their tongues fought, lips parted, breaths escaped them. She kissed him like she was hungry for it. He kissed her as though she was the last woman in the world. Desperate moans escaped Katie as she slid to his base and felt Ben lift her again. He thrust upwards, grunting with each effort, then withdrawing and letting her slide onto him again.

"My god, Ben, you're fucking incredible," Katie managed, moaning into his ear.

"Yes I am," he said smugly, emphasizing each syllable with a thrust of his hips. Katie's core tightened around Ben's shaft as he drove her over the edge.

Katie felt her body give in. The exhaustion of the game had caught up to her at the same time as the wave of pure pleasure. She sank onto his cock and dug into Ben's muscular back as she convulsed. His hips moved with a smooth rhythm through her orgasm, his cock stroking her insides, finally satisfying her desire. She closed her eyes and saw white, felt the release of months of desire flowing out of her in waves that left her weak.

"Impressed now?" Ben held Katie against the lockers, her body nearly limp as she clung to him.

Katie snorted out a weak laugh, only remembering that Ben was still inside of her when she felt his reaction.

"Okay, stud," Katie teased and pointed to the bench. "Put me down."

As Ben helped her down, she watched his length withdraw from her and spring back up. It was slick with her sweetness, and twitching as Ben pumped it in his hand slowly. She'd let him take care of that on his own. Katie straddled the bench, one hand planted in front of her to maintain balance. Arching her back, she presented her chest for Ben, who seemed to get the clue.

He tightened his fist around his slick cock and pumped faster. His eyes were unmoving, locked onto her chest, which jiggled as she waved her shoulders.

"Do you fuck yourself often while you think about me?" Katie jabbed, a teasing tone to her voice. "I bet you'll be thinking about me every night from now on."

Ben grunted his agreement as he continued to stroke himself.

"Of course I do," he conceded, voice strained. "You're special."

He took an awkward step forward and aimed for her chest as his cock exploded. Thick ropes of white shot out, splattering across Katie's chest, her chin, the floor. She opened her mouth to comment about his poor accuracy, but Ben wasn't done yet.

Another jet of hot cum shot from him, this one landing around her mouth. She licked up as much as she could as the rest of his essence dripped off of her chest and rolled down her body.

"You look good like that, Kat," Ben taunted, his breathing labored.

"Bite me," Katie shot, although there was no bite to her voice. She wiped the remainder of Ben's potency into her mouth, locking eyes with the team captain as she swallowed it.

"Next time," Ben winked. She didn't know what to say to her captain as his eyes raked over her cum-covered body. She was completely speechless when he picked up her towel and tossed it to her. "Better get dressed, we'll be getting kicked out soon."

Ben pulled his sweats back on and strode out of the locker room without another word, leaving Katie to clean herself up. How dare he just walk away like nothing had happened? She slouched back on the bench, his seed painted across her chest, and the memory of his stick racing through her mind.

"Ben!" She shouted angrily. "What the fuck!"

She got no response. FIne, if he was going to ignore her, she could live with that. No, she couldn't, she decided immediately. He was hers, and she was his, that's the way it was now. Especially after the way he'd taken her against the lockers. Katie would make him come back to her, and she knew exactly how she would do it.