Captain
A/N: I am not apologizing. Enjoy (and please let me know what you think)! Also, I recognize that I’ve been writing a lot of smut recently. It’s just cause they’re quick to churn out for me. BUT, I have some other projects I’ve been working on that have more plot and some fluffiness. Promise! :-)
Word Count: 1.8k
Warnings: Smut, choking, mention of weed
Part One // Masterlist
Nolan wasn’t talking to you and it was your fault.
If you let your friends run their mouths without letting it get to you, you wouldn’t be in this situation, but you were just trying to get them off your back. They were all suspicious of you and Nolan, having noticed how close the two of you seemed to have gotten after your move to Philly, and they wanted to get the details out of you desperately.
“You two should just kiss already.”
The suggestion floored you, but Nolan took it in stride, looking up at you with a smile while watching you squirm.
“Us? Kiss? I could never kiss him.” Nolan’s eyebrows rose. “Never ever.”
The emphasis on the word ‘never’ was unnecessary, you realized that now, but you couldn’t take it back, not when all your friends were giggling like it was all in good fun and Nolan was storming off to the next room. So, now he wasn’t talking to you and you were left entertaining yourself without him by your side which meant you ended up in the pantry for a snack a little before midnight.
Everyone was in the living room playing a drinking game when you slipped away, so when the door to the pantry opened, you glanced over to greet whoever it might be, only to see Nolan stepping inside. You smiled at him, but it wasn’t returned and he curled his body around your instead, hand pressed flat against your stomach as he pulled your ass against him.
“Come with me,” he whispered. He watched the goosebumps appear on your arms and smiled to himself for the first time in hours. “Docks.”
“Now?”
He stepped away with a quick nod and slipped out the backdoor without checking to see that you follow. He didn’t need to. He knew you’d be hot on his heels and that was confirmed when your fingers laced with his halfway down to the boats.
“Pat?” Rather than answer, he raised an eyebrow in your direction. “Are you mad at me?”
“I’m fine.”
He pulled his hand away to climb over the side of the boat at the end of the dock, turning to help you over it before walking to sit in the captain’s seat. He sat, legs spread, and stared at you.
“Get undressed.”
His voice was dark, eyes hooded as they drank you in. You could feel your pussy getting wetter, the butterflies in your stomach losing it at the sight of him. But, always cautious, your eyes flickered back to the house before landing back on him, arms crossing over your chest.
“Nolan, anyone can come out here.”
“No one is coming out here,” he spoke. He leaned forward, one long arm grabbing your wrist to pull you between his thighs. He placed his bottle down on the table beside him and curled his hands around both your hips before sliding them beneath your shirt and pulling the fabric over your head.
He began leaving open mouth kisses along the skin of your breasts as his hand snaked around to your back to unclasp your bra and toss it to the floor. His lips found your nipple moments later, sucking and nipping at the sensitive spot, filling the air with your tiny gasps of pleasure. Nolan’s hands made quick work of your jeans as he left kisses along your breasts, and soon you were standing completely naked in front of him.
“That’s better,” he noted, leaning back to stare at you. His hands made their way back to your waist and he guided you to straddle his lap. “Ride me.”
“You’ve been giving me the silent treatment all night and now you want me to ride you?” you asked, brow raised in a challenge. His hand brushed over your cheek and down to your throat where his fingers curled around the base of it.
“Don’t you think I deserve it after what you said tonight?”
“Nolan, you know I didn’t mean it like that,” you whined with a pout. His expression was unreadable, but you leaned in to kiss him hoping that it would get him to cheer up a bit. Instead, his grip tightened around your throat just enough to momentarily cut off your air supply. He could feel you swallow thickly beneath his palm and felt his cock straining against his jeans at the power he held over you.
“You don’t get to kiss me tonight,” he spoke tersely. You moaned as best you could beneath his grip. And then he dropped his hand from your throat and grabbed the captain’s hat from the table beside him and put it on his head. “Now, ride me.”
Your fingers danced along his belt buckle and then the zipper of his jeans and he watched you hungrily, bringing the beer to his lips every few moments for a sip. You freed his cock, shuffling his jeans down just enough to pull it out, and he sighed softly as your fingers curled around it.
You aligned yourself with him, teasing your entrance gently with the tip of his cock as he watched, bottom lip between his teeth. When you sunk down on his length, your head fell back with a moan.
When you started to ride him, you braced your hands against his shoulders. One of his rested on your waist while the other held his beer bottle. He wasn’t doing a thing, making you do all the work, and you hated to admit how hot it was to be under his watchful eye.
He couldn’t tear his eyes off your body if he wanted to. Your nipples were hard from the nip in the summer breeze and your pussy was wet and warm and he kept watching his cock disappear into it, smirking to himself each time you moaned louder when he filled you up. You were taking your time, moving with the ripple of the water beneath the boat.
“You can go faster than this, angel.”
“I can’t go faster, I’ll cum too soon.”
“No,” he barked. “You’ll cum when I say you can cum.”
“Fuck,” you whispered, shocked by his dominant side. Throughout the past few months, you’d seen a bit of it, but this was a whole different type of dominant. You did as he requested and began riding him faster. He hummed happily, relaxing back into the seat before lifting his beer back to his lips for another sip.
You watched his lips curl around the mouth and shuddered, yearning to feel his lips on yours. You whimpered causing him to raise an eyebrow in question. When he pulled the bottle away from his lips, you could see the remnants of beer on his lips. You wanted to lean in and lick the beer from it before slipping your tongue into his mouth. You’d never wanted to kiss him as bad as you did in that moment.
“Nols, can I please kiss you?”
“No.”
“Nolan, please,” you whined. “I need it.”
You saw the hesitation in his face. He wanted to do it just as badly, you could tell by the way his eyes kept flickering to your lips. He wet his own lips and, for just a moment, you thought you were going to get what you want. He leaned in, inches from you, but instead of placing a peck to your lips, he repeated your words from earlier, “Never, ever.”
When he leaned back this time, both hands landed on your hips and he began to roll his hips up to meet yours, cock hitting even deeper than it had been before. With each thrust, you moaned louder, toes curling at the sensation. Your breathing faltered as you spoke his name, collapsing against his chest with one of your hands in his hair. The other snaked down between your bodies as you rode him to stimulate your clit.
“Patty?” a voice called from the back door of the house. You stilled, eyes wild and frantic as they found Nolan’s easy gaze. “Yo! Are you out there?”
“Yeah, bud!” he yelled back, thrusting up into you. “I’ll be inside in a bit.” His voice dropped to a whisper as his hands guided you to continue riding him, “Come on, baby, you’re so close.”
“Nolan, he’s going to see us,” you whispered back.
“We’re fine,” he grunted. “Don’t you want to cum?”
“Please,” you begged. “So badly.”
“Then keep going.”
You could hear the back door of the house slide open again and the sound of hushed voices. Your hips slowed again, but Nolan’s hands were on them immediately to keep you going. He rolled your hips faster and fucked up into you desperately as the sound of the voices started to get closer.
“Fuck, Nolan, I can’t. I need to cum, please.”
“You think you deserve it?”
“Yes, please, I’ve been so good,” you begged. “I haven’t even tried to kiss you.”
He held you in place as your body shook and he thrust up into you slowly, still hitting deep within you. You shut your eyes tight, trying to stave off your orgasm as much as possible, palms braced against his chest.
He smiled at you, looking like a mess on top of him, and finally commanded, “Cum for me.”
You dropped your face into the crook of his neck and bit down on his skin, desperate to keep your screams from falling on the ears of your friends who were on their way down to the boat. He continued fucking you, chasing his own orgasm and, just as it began, he turned his face and pressed his lips to yours in an open-mouthed kiss that was all tongue and teeth and moans.
He came inside you, thrusting up twice more after finishing to make sure you were full of him. When you pulled yourself off, he stared at the cum dripping down your thighs with a smile.
You scrambled for your clothes as you heard the group reach the end of the dock. Nolan fastened the belt on his jeans as you dressed yourself before dropping onto the seats behind him.
“What are you guys doing out here?” one of the boys asked upon reaching the boat. Nolan reached into his pocket and grabbed a lighter, then reached into the pocket on his hoodie and pulled out a bag of weed. “And no invites? You two suck.”
“Didn’t think you’d wanna join us this time,” Nolan mumbled.
They all piled onto the boat, some going as far as to hang their arms over your shoulders as they settled onto the seats. Nolan glanced at you sidelong as he rolled this joint with a cocky smirk on his lips and your entire body felt like it was on fire.
