The captain's angel

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Cursing the innocent blonde inside, he rubbed his neck to ease the tension that was slowly creeping there. She kept rubbing it, hoping Iker would return soon. Someone had to distract her, right? And the blonde was strong enough to do that ...

- Hey Carmen stop rubbing, the rope on your back is loosening, here, let me tie it again for you ...

Smiling like a child with ice cream, Marcos made the move to reach for her and tie her up. Carmen braced herself, ready to look at him and hit him, even if he touched her without her permission

Then he backed away, turning to give Manuel a strange look. Then her brown eyes lit up, and she settled back in her seat, an even wider smile on her beautiful face.

- OK, that's fine. Why didn't you say it, man? The ... overprotective captain manages to tie the rope, okay, I get it.

Then, before she could turn her head to see what Marcos was talking about, she felt a finger on the back of her neck. She inhaled a sigh. He trembled slightly, as the ropes creaked, like his fingers, two now, silently tied them in place. She imagined his mouth there, bringing the chills to a higher degree.

She wanted to lean on him and moan, she wanted him to keep going and crawl his way until...

His fingers went off, he finished with the task.

He didn't know whether to cry in relief or scream in frustration. She chose to move uncomfortably in her sitting position, fully aware of every inch of her body beside her.

No no no! You have to stop doing this, you are being an i***t!

- Thank you, Manuel- she managed to say, desperately trying to control himself.

- No problem- he intoned, his voice casual.

You see it! This does not affect you! So you better stop this and act normally ... Such thoughts are not allowed!

A loud voice, don't wait, two loud voices, came from behind and this time she almost screamed in relief at how familiar they were.

- i***t, you left me there and dragged Carmen like a madman! And to think that he was trying to connect her with

- Oh come on, Vero, stop yelling in my ear! I didn't mean to do that, I forgot you!

- How the hell could any normal person forget me?

- Stop pulling my ear, I'm going to spill the drinks ...

And spilling the drinks, it did. Right in the direction of Carmen. Startled, she moved to the side, as if on instinct. But Iker was tripping and Veronica was next, they both tripped over her and in turn, she was pushed even further to the side. He was going to fall off the bench if he didn't prepare. Quickly, she allowed herself to grasp what needed to be grasped to keep her balance. He managed to get it right, because he wasn't falling and Iker was almost pressing against his back, with a scream from Veronica in front of him.

As much as for a fun night.

However, she was relieved, because at least she didn't fall in such an undignified way. Phew. Sighing in annoyance, she finally allowed herself to see who or what had saved her, promising to let Iker take the beating this time. Now he deserved it, the i***t.

She froze.

It was Manuel, and he was looking at her with wide eyes in an expression that she could not understand. She looked down.

One of his hands rested on a man's muscular thigh. The other, which he was grasping more firmly, was on something near his thigh, through his pants. Something long, hot, hard, excited ...

Her eyes widened.

A normal person would have already withdrawn his hand.

Wait, no, a normal person would have pulled their hand away five seconds ago. Even earlier, considering how awkward this was getting and how crowded the place they were starting to get was.

But oh no, his hand was still there, frozen in place. Just like her, as she gazed at her lap with wide eyes.

He should be amused. Funny, because it looked like he was about to freak out at any moment. Funny, because she was speechless and was about to stutter again, a trait she found attractive, one she didn't know she possessed. 

Funny, because this accidental situation was hilarious, considering that once again, Iker had made a mess of things that were supposed to be simple.

But he wasn't ... This wasn't funny ... Instead, he was tough as hell.

So aroused was he that at that moment, all he wanted to do was put his hand over hers and put those immobile fingers in a nice, steady rhythm. Better yet, he wanted to take her away, just grab her out of that bar, from all these people and put her against some alley wall, or an empty table, or some other available bed.

And then have your sweet and wonderful encounter with her.

I really should have worn a belt tonight.

It was unfair because this was once again her ex-student, and he shouldn't be thinking of her that way. s**t, how many times did he have to get that into his stupid head? Should it be struck with a hammer and killed?

The problem was, it wasn't their brains that were working at the time. It was something else. And that other thing was getting very difficult to control tonight.

Yesterday...

A week ago...

And the images in his mind, fantasies about her and what those delicate hands could do.

Stupid mind, you are not helping at all right now!

Manuel almost felt their eyes meet when she moved said hand, moving over his length in an innocent caress. An innocent one, because she knew she wasn't serious, she couldn't have been serious. His lump grew even more.

He stared at her, she looked back at him.

Then, as if realizing the delicacy of the situation they were in, she gave a little squeak, resembling a mouse. He took her hand and jumped back.

And it proceeded to be like an overripe tomato.

A nice… very nice view.

Taking his eyes off her, he saw that Iker and Veronica were still arguing, and he had been quite ignorant of what had happened. He looked back at Carmen and saw that she was looking anywhere but at him and that her fingers were going to the back of her neck to rub again, probably out of nervousness or embarrassment. Then to his ear, to move it. He imagined himself licking that ear, making her tremble deliciously in his mouth. He imagined himself untying that back rope and putting his lips there on that creamy skin. Soft, wet kisses that would make her moan long, hard and arch her back.

He gritted his teeth, shaking brutally from such thoughts.

I must stop ... Now.