His Undercover Virgin

by Never, M.

  Slow down. I breathe collectively as she slides her panties down to her ankles and kicks them away. My body is pulsating from the inside out. I need to touch her. More forceful than I intend, I yank Manda to me, crushing my starving mouth against hers. Her lips are my nourishment and the feel of her tongue my fortification. I break the kiss as a sudden realization hits. Taking her face in my hands, I tilt her chin up so she is looking at me square in the eyes. “What’s your real name?” I ask directly. “When I say your name, I want to know it’s the right one.”

  The woman who is handing herself over to me so readily bats her long, wispy eyelashes and smiles. My spine tingles from end to end. “It’s Ash. Everyone calls me Ash.”

  “Ash?” I test the name on the tip of my tongue. “That’s sexy as fuck.”

  “Glad you like it,” she teases.

  “I do.” I push her down onto the bed. There’s no more need for waiting, or stalling. I know her name; now I want to know how she tastes, and I want to taste her right fucking now.

  “Put your hands up.” I guide her arms over her head. “Leave them there and relax. I want you spread, and open, and completely visible.” I trail my palms down her naked form, cupping her perky breasts as I go, teasing her tight nipples, passing over her smooth, flat abdomen, coming to rest on the inside of both her thighs. I am fucking melting from the sight of her. From her innocence, her purity, and her strength. From the sheer beauty that’s beneath me.

  I want so much in this moment, I want to linger, I want to appreciate, but I also want to devour. There’s a war waging inside me, an invasion of my desire bloodying the battlefield.

  Urging her legs wide, I expose the little pink piece of flesh at the apex of her thighs. I salivate at the sight. Sucking my index finger into my mouth, I wet it thoroughly before caressing her clit. Ash shivers from the intimate contact. I watch her every reaction as I begin to circle my finger around the sensitive bud. Her chest rises and falls rapidly as I continuously trace the tip of my finger. She’s so soft and dewy, and the sounds of her small whimpers sound like a melodic composition.

  “You like that?” My voice is husky.

  “Yes,” she mewls softly.

  “Do you want more?” I taunt her.

  There’s a slight pause on her part, so I increase the pressure, and a second later she’s moaning, “Yes.”

  “You need to tell me,” I lean down and suck one of her nipples into my mouth. Nipping at the little point, I tug it between my teeth. “I want to know what feels good and what doesn’t.” I move my face up, hovering my lips an inch away from her. My finger never leaves her clit as I go, continually massaging as I stare into her eyes.

  “I will,” she promises, breathlessly.

  “Good,” I sink my finger into her wet entrance and watch the pleasure take hold.

  “Mmm.” She closes her eyes as her body tenses.

  “You’re wet for me,” I share, pleased.

  “Your hand feels good.”

  I smile. “Oh, baby, this is only the tip of the iceberg.” I kiss her forcefully, thrusting my tongue into her mouth, the same way my finger is thrusting into her pussy. I overtake her, assaulting all of her senses. “Moan, moan so I know.” I leave her with that order as I kiss my way down her bare body. I’m so hungry, so desperate. I need her taste. I need her come.

  I place my mouth over her slit and suck, making sure to keep a steady rhythm with my hand. She crunches up as soon as the sensations take hold.

  “Oh god.” Her initial reaction makes my blood boil. She’s so receptive, and willing, and I am a giving man.

  “That’s it,” I coax her between licks. “Tell me what you like.” I move fast then slow, interpreting her body language as she squirms on the bed, noting when her body bows, and limbs shake.

  “That, I like that.” Ash moans, pressing her pelvis into my face.

  Slow and languid. That’s what she likes. So that’s what I do, stroke my tongue painstaking slow as I alternate sliding one, and then two, fingers inside and out.

  “Oh shit.” She arches her back as her breathing becomes choppy. “Eli.” My name escapes from her lips and it drives me fucking insane.

  “Come.” A monster emerges inside of me. “Come, come for me now.” I lick and suck and ravish her emphatically, until my cock is throbbing as hard as her pussy.

  “Fuck!” She writhes on the bed as she comes exactly where I wanted her to, on my fingers and my face. It’s a sweet, sticky release that seems to go on and on. Which is just fine with me, since I can’t seem to get enough. I immerse myself in every syrupy drop, sucking until the decadent taste of her climax tapers off.

  But I want more. So much fucking more, it’s as if I’ve become an instant addict. Hooked on the virginal goddess named Ash.

  Our laborious pants add fuel to my burning fire. I need to come, and I need to come right fucking now.

  “Up.” I pull her off the pillow. “Take my clothes off,” I urge her. Starry eyed, Ash undresses me, my dress shirt falling away and my pants lowering. “You showed me what you like, now it’s my turn.” I release my pounding erection from the confines of my boxer briefs. Ash takes it in her hands and jerks, sending sensations palpitating all over my body.

  “Shit.” I grab her hands. “That feels good, but this is what I want.” I swipe the pad of my thumb across her lower lip. She understands what I’m communicating. “I want to watch you.” I help her reposition herself. Sliding off the bed, I stand at the edge of the mattress with Ash kneeling right in front of me. I’m so tuned up, I have to remind myself to breathe and not explode the second her mouth connects with my cock.

  She takes a provisional taste, gilding her tongue over the head of my erection. I can’t even contain my reaction. I moan freely, as the feel of her drives me wild.

  “More, god, please, more.”

  With a little more boldness she sucks the tip into her mouth and I shudder. I’m not going to last long, but I have a feeling this climax is going pale in comparison to any other.

  “Swallow it, baby, please.” I jut my hips out. I’m so fucking needy I barely recognize myself. Ash widens her jaw and takes as much of me in as she can. My eyes roll into the back of my head as the warm, wet heat of her mouth engulfs me.

  “That’s it.” I groan upwards, allowing myself to get lost in the feel of her. My tendons tighten and my muscles tense as she works me up, sucking and swallowing my straining shaft over and over, her suction becoming more constricting with every bob of her head.

  I groan and grumble incoherently, gripping her neck as my orgasm manifests to life. There’s no turning back now as the craving commands me.

  “Jerk me off.” I want her hand to follow the path of her mouth, accelerating the stimulation. She does just what I request, sending me into orbit. I arch my back as my balls tighten and tailbone tingles.

  “Shit, I’m gonna come.” I pump my hips and fuck her mouth until I black out. Until there’s nothing but sensation setting my entire existence on fire. “Fuck.” I roar as I come right down Ash’s throat, imprisoned by an orgasm of epic proportions.

  I sway on my feet as the fog lifts, catching my breath, petting Ash’s face reverently.

  This woman, god, this fucking woman.

  When I finally remember my own name, I pull Ash up and deliver a kiss I didn’t think I was capable of.

  “God, you...” I run my fingers through her hair, brushing my tongue and lips against hers over and over. I’m officially obsessed. One almighty orgasm was all it took.

  “What about me?”

  I halt all movement, gazing into her big, beautiful eyes. “Just, you.” I smile. “How do you feel?”

  “Hungry,” she responds point blank.

  “For pancakes?”

  She shakes her head.

  “Omelets?” I try again.

 
“Nope.” Ash bats her long thick eyelashes seductively.

  “Oh, a second helping of that?” My smile broadens, and my dick stirs.

  She nods, a bit bashfully and a bit boldly.

  “I can definitely serve that up.” I climb on top of her heated body. “With a cherry on top.”

  Chapter Two

  “Oh, oh, oh fuck, oh fuck!” Ash comes gloriously right in the center of the kitchen island. Who knew what a simple stack of pancakes could lead to. We haven’t been able to keep our hands off each other since last night. We may be still be strangers, but our bodies are already well acquainted.

  “Stay just like that.” I grab my cock and yank, the throbbing sensation of an orgasm and the taste of Ash’s climax on my tongue has me unhinged. I jerk off, right there in the middle of the kitchen, with Ash’s naked body splayed out right in front of me. I explode within several seconds, coming all over her chest and stomach. It’s a magnificent sight, me, marked all over her. There’s nothing hotter than a claimed woman.

  Not that Ash is mine to claim, but in the heated moment, I can pretend. Even if it’s dangerous, and treacherous and deadly to my career. Not to mention my emotions. Our emotions.

  I shake the foreboding thought off.

  “Are you okay?” She places a soft touch on my cheek.

  “Never more perfect.” I cover my hand with hers and kiss her palm. When I’m with her, I’ve never felt more perfect. “You’re just wearing me out.” I spin the climate of the conversation.

  “Oh, am I?” Her angelic face lights up. “If I recall you were the one who sat me on the counter.” She puts a finger to her mouth contemplatively. “And you were the one who hand fed me pancakes. Then started kissing me, then undressing me, then finished your breakfast between my legs.” She recounts every illicit detail.

  “It was an awesome breakfast.” I beam.

  “I didn’t hate it.” Ash drops her forehead to mine and smiles. “You can make some killer pancakes.”

  “Is that all I do that’s killer?” I fish.

  “There may be a few other things.” She hisses, and I want to attack her all over again. Jesus, my adolescent hormones are returning with a vengeance.

  “When can I see you again?” I blurt the question out, no holds barred.

  “When do you want to see me again?”

  “Tonight?” No time like the present. Especially under the circumstances. The clock is ticking. I need information and I need Ash. I’m so royally screwed. I have never been so reckless before, but she just does something to me. Makes me feel like a different man. It’s like she’s the part that was missing. The puzzle piece I never really searched for but can’t live without now that I found it. Or maybe it found me?

  “I can’t tonight.” She frowns. “I have to work.”

  “And work is doing what exactly?” We are slowly but surely getting to know each other, uncovering little details about each other as we go.

  “Banquet server. Whenever I’m running low on cash I pick up an odd or end shift.”

  “Low on cash? Shouldn’t you be okay on that front?” I hint. I mean, I did just pay a small fortune for your virginity.

  “I’m not keeping any of that money.”

  That information makes me suspicious. “None? Then why do it?” A million different reasons run through my head, none of which I can voice.

  “It’s personal.” She shrugs.

  That’s it? It’s personal.

  “Ash, are you in trouble?” I can’t stop the question.

  “No.” Her answer is confident.

  “Then why sell your virginity if you don’t get any of the profit? Did someone force you?”

  “No, it’s nothing like that. But I can’t discuss the details. It was my choice, Eli. And I don’t regret it.” There is so much encoded in that statement. First and foremost, that she doesn’t regret me. My heart hammers. Every moment that passes, the more tangled the web of deception becomes. And the more enthralled I become with her.

  “I want you to know, you can trust me. You can come to me with anything, no matter what. No matter what conspires between us. I’ll be here for you.” I pledge to her right here and right now. I want her to know she’s safe with me. “I know you barely know me, and the situation that brought us together is unique, but I mean it when I say you can trust me.”

  “Strangely, I do.” She searches my eyes profoundly. All she’ll ever find is sincerity.

  “Good.” I drop a binding kiss on her lips.

  “I need to clean up.” She shivers a bit.

  “Cold?”

  “And sticky.”

  “How about a hot shower before you leave me.”

  “That sounds nice.” I help her off the counter. I don’t want her to go, but how desperate would I look if I tried to persuade her to stay? “I can come over after my shift, if you don’t mind the late-night company?” she says as I turn the shower on.

  “I don’t mind. Not at all.”

  Chapter Three

  I sit across the kitchen table, staring at the woman who has demanded my full attention since the moment I laid eyes on her. As promised, Ash showed up for her late-night visit, with gourmet leftovers no less. We feasted on each other and then a decadent two AM snack of filet mignon and mashed truffle potatoes.

  This morning, I whipped up some French toast and fresh fruit. I usually do smoothies for breakfast, but when Ash is here, I have a compulsion to cook. I have a compulsion to watch her eat. Watch her plump mouth work the food I made for her.

  “Ashley Mercedes Roe,” she answers yet another one of my probing questions. I’ve been peppering her all morning, gaining any and all the information I can about her.

  “And you like being called Ash? Or do you prefer Ashley?”

  “Ash, most definitely. I cringe when someone calls me Ashley; it reminds me too much of my mother scolding me.” She crinkles her nose adorably. “Ashley,” she crows, shivering from the memory.

  “Okay.” I chuckle. “No Ashley.”

  “No.” She shakes her head and takes another perfectly constructed bite of her French toast, meticulously forking a piece of cut strawberry, bread, and a dip of syrup.

  “What about you? Full name?”

  “Eli Dexter Livingston. I was named after my grandfather.” It isn’t a total lie. Livingston isn’t my real last name, but Eli Dexter is. I never met the man whose name I bear, but he was apparently beloved by all. At least, that’s what my father tells me.

  “So...” I wave my fork around, with a piece of French toast stabbed through the prongs. “I know you don’t like to be called Ashley, you’re a banquet server when need be, and you’re studying business. What else? What other secrets does Ash Mercedes Roe have?”

  Ash pulls her legs up into the seat, sitting Indian style. “I’m a gymnast.”

  “Oh really?” This intrigues me. It also explains how she can freaking control her body the way she does.

  “Yes. I’m on the school gymnastics team. I’ve been competing since I was six.”

  “That’s very impressive.”

  “I enjoy it. But since I’m a senior, this will be my last competitive year.” She pushes her food around her plate sadly.

  “All good things must come to an end, huh?”

  “I guess.”

  “Don’t worry, you’ll close one book and open another. That’s how life works. Sometimes it sucks, sometimes it doesn’t.”

  “Speaking from experience?”

  “Something like that.”

  “I’ll remember your advice.” In goes another perfectly perfected bite. I stare at her mouth while she chews, not even trying to hide the fact that I am.

  “See something you like?” Ash flirts.

  “I see a whole lot of somethings I like.”

 
Her cheeks redden as she smirks. “Okay so what about you? Any hobbies I should know about?”

  “Mmmm?” I pretend to rack my brain. “I like to shoot.”

  “Shoot, like guns?”

  “Yup. I try to get to the shooting range at least once a week.” It’s not a complete lie, I’ve been shooting since I was a kid. Growing up in rural Virginia, guns were part of everyday life. Now, I carry one for a living.

  “That’s dedication.”

  “It’s more like a de-stressor.”

  “You must be a good shot.”

  “I’m okay.” I feign humility.

  “Would you teach me?” Ash asks, fiddling nervously with her fork. How cute.

  “Anytime. I would love to see you with a .22 in your hand. Can I watch you compete sometime?” It’s my turn to sit in the hot seat.

  Ash considers before answering. I’m sure inviting the man who bought her virginity to a public outing is a tad taboo.

  “I think... I might like that.” She bites her lip, her eyes wide and sparkly.

  “It’s a date then. Two dates, actually.” The notion makes me excited. I’ll take any excuse to spend time with Ash.

  “This was delicious.” She pushes her plate away politely. “But I have to get going. I have homework and practice tonight.”

  The thought of her leaving has me crashing down from a high.

  “When can I see you again?” I stand with her a little too eagerly. Jesus, down boy. You’re acting like a clingy puppy.

  “Um.” Ash suppresses a laugh. She definitely noticed my jumpy reaction. Idiot. “Thursday? That’s my next free day.”

  “What about the night?”

  “Yes, I’m free that night as well.”

  “Good. You’re all mine then. All day, and all night,” I stipulate, cozying up next to her and snaking my arm around her waist. I really don’t want her to go.