“Shut up,” I tell him because I can’t think of anything more sufficient. “Make me, Captain,” he challenges, bracing his tongue on the sharp tine of his incisor. “I can think of one very fun way for you to shut me up.” “Bloody hell.” I grip my drink harder. I’m shocked the clay hasn’t cracked. “I’m talking about blow jobs, Captain.” “Yes, I know.”
Oh… holy……
