Virgin's Dirty Boss

by Nicole Elliot

  “Mmmm, so sweet,” I say, kissing along her neck to the hollow spot at the shoulder.

  My lips never leave hers while I slide into her. Slow inch by slow, agonizing inch. She stretches around me, her sweet juices coating me, making it easier for me fit within her tight pussy. Her legs wrap around my waist, crossing my back, pulling me farther inside. I can't wait another second.

  I pull out until just the head is resting right inside of her, and then taking a breath, I slam into her… hard. She cries out. Not in pain, but in ecstasy, pure fucking ecstasy. Her nails scrape at my back as I pull in and out, slamming into her over and over. I feel her getting closer. She tightens around me, pulling me into her, demanding that I give her all of me, like I have a fucking choice. She is my master, and I, her willing servant.

  “Yes. Yes. Yes.” Her cries fill the room, and then she shatters around me, pulling me over the edge with her.

  “Oh fuck,” I grind out as my seed fills her, shooting into the deepest, darkest crevices of her womb. I fall over on top of her, spent.

  “Jett, hell man, wake up!”

  I jostle awake, realizing that once again, it was just a dream. A fucking good one, but it was fantasy. She’s not here. She shouldn’t be.

  I’m in hell.

  “What?! Man, I was just dozing.”

  “Sure you were, dreaming of that sweet ass again. What’s her name?”

  I sit up on my cot as my dusty boots hit the hard ground. “None of your damn business. Now what the hell do you want? I’m not on duty for another hour.”

  “Captain says we need to check out an abandoned building with the platoon. They think some assholes are hiding there. Gear up.”

  I rub my eyes again. There are no nights here, no days either. Just death. If the bodies don’t give you nightmares, nothing will. So instead, I look at my picture of Cami every time, right before I shut my eyes. That way, at least some of the time I can trick my body into seeing her, thinking about those round breasts and that perfectly shaped ass.

  But she’s gone now. Just like everything else in my life. I let it all go to enlist. To get revenge for my brother.

  Jackson died in the field, torn to pieces by one of those damn makeshift bombs. I’ll kill every last one of them. I have to.

  2

  Cami

  Jett and I have one thing in common: loss. It’s the worst thing to have in common, really, and I’m not surprised when he decides to enlist. Jett’s always been brave, and I understand his need for revenge for his brother. He has to try to get back some of what he lost. I feel that way about Tommy all the time. But it’s been six months and I don’t know that Jett’s ever coming back.

  Ty, with his crew cut hair and dark eyes sits down across from me in the diner. “Long line at the bathroom. What’s the deal with this place, anyway? We always come here.”

  He’s right, we do. It’s because it’s Jett’s favorite diner, and he’d always complain about how long the line for the men’s room was. It’s pretty much a trucker stop, kind of light on the women. It always made me laugh when he would have to wait to use the restroom, since that’s usually a girl thing. So once a week, I make Ty bring me here for pie or ice cream, and we sit and talk and act like Jett’s gone.

  Ty and Jett never met. Jett and I were in high school together, and Ty and I didn’t meet until after Jett had left. That was probably for the best. At first, Jett wrote me all the time, but when he left, we agreed to see other people. It broke my heart to do it, but I know it was the right call. Otherwise I’d be even more miserable.

  I’m no good at waiting.

  But Ty isn’t really “other people.” Mostly, I see him as a friend, but lately, I can tell that he’s ready to move on to something more. He wants something deeper. I just don’t know that I can give it to him.

  “Because I like the cherry pie. I tell you that every time we come here.” I’m not telling him about Jett. I can’t.

  “Is that what you ordered?”

  I nod. “With ice cream. So anyway, what’s your big news?”

  He folds his hands on the table. “I’m leaving.”

  “Because of the cherry pie?”

  “No. I’m leaving this good for nothing small town life and moving to Memphis. And I want you to come with me.”

  “Memphis. Why?”

  “There’s a job for me there. We’ve been out of high school for over six months, Cami. We’ve got to move on. And what are you doing here? Waiting for your parents to lose their minds officially? Or get a divorce? There’s nothing for either of us here.”

  But in the back of my mind, Jett is still here. All of our memories and our past are still in this tiny little town. Even if he’s not. But Ty is right, my parents are just getting worse. I don’t know how much more I can take. Maybe this is the chance I’m looking for.

  “Fine.” I sigh. “When do we leave?”

  He claps his hands together and a smile beams across his face. “This weekend! I’ve got us a nice little apartment, and it shouldn’t be hard to find you a job in a big city like that.” He reaches across and takes my hands in his. “This could be a new start for us, Cami, a good one.”

  “A good one,” I echo back at him, trying to hide the pain hidden below the surface.

  3

  Jett

  Basic training is over, and finally, I’m home on leave. I set my bag down outside of my childhood home just like they do in the movies. Mostly for nostalgic purposes, not because it’s actually something you want to do, though putting that bag down feels like I drop hundred pounds. I have a lot of weight on my shoulders.

  My whole division, plus Jackson.

  I watch as the screen door opens and my mother pops her head out, waving at me wildly. “George, come quick! Jett’s home!”

  She tears down the sidewalk faster than I think I can ever remember her running, and she’s in my arms. She smells like home. She steps back. “Let me get a look at you! Gosh, you’re so much stronger, just the way…”

  I finish the sentence for her. “Jackson was? It’s okay, Mom, you can talk about him. I’m not going to freak out.”

  She nods, tears welling up in her eyes. I see my father standing in the doorway with a smile on his face. “Well, come in! Your mother’s been cooking for two days, there’s no way I can eat all this food.”

  I carry my bag into the house and drop it by the door. Jackson’s army uniform is still hanging on a hook. I put my camouflage next to it. It’s probably the closest we’ll ever be again.

  The three of us sit at the table and my mother fawns all over me as she feeds me heaps of mashed potatoes and meatloaf with chocolate cake as a side dish instead of a dessert. She’s sweet, but I know what they really want to know, so finally, I ask her to sit down.

  The worry is written all over her face. “I found out what happened to Jackson. I think you deserve to know.”

  My father reaches behind him to grab a box of tissues off the counter—he knows where this is going. My mother will be a blubbering mess within minutes. But she deserves to know, they both do. It’s why I went overseas, to fight for my country and to find out what happened my big brother.

  “He was helping a civilian, a woman and her child. They were in an area that his unit was going to go through to pull some men out that they needed to question. But this woman—she was the sister of well, one of the bad guys, but she was good. And she and her child were stuck in the middle of what was about to be a complete nightmare. Jackson knew that if they stayed, they would die, so he went in first. He went to pull them out, to get them to safety, and they didn’t make it. The woman and the kid were actually being held hostage. Neither of them ever had a chance. When Jackson went in, the enemy took him out.”

  I hold my breath for a second. I’ve been told the story three times since I’ve been in the Army, but I hadn’t needed to repeat it until now. Now, it was part of my story. How my brother’s heroic gesture got him killed.

  My mother
’s crying silently, and my father’s lower lip is quivering, but he doesn’t break. He knows he has to be strong for my mother.

  “Did they get them? Did they get those guys?” he says, his voice gravelly and just above a whisper.

  “Yeah, Dad, they got them. Every last one.”

  “Good,” he says, “good for them.”

  4

  Cami

  “Cami? Cami! There’s someone at the door for you.” I toss another shirt into my duffel bag before walking down the hall. When I turn the corner to face the front door, I can’t believe my eyes.

  “Jett? Oh my God, what are you doing here?”

  He’s here! He’s here and he’s whole and he’s alive and I can’t believe any of it is happening. I wrap my arms around him and he squeezes my waist. It feels like no time has passed, like he hasn’t been gone for months.

  “I had some leave time so I came home to see my folks. And to see you.” His eyes bore into my soul. He’s been gone so long. “I thought I could take you out, maybe buy you some dinner?”

  I know that I need to pack, because Ty and I are leaving, but I grab my jacket off the hook and wave goodbye to my mother instead. Packing can wait—Jett is more important right now.

  “So tell me about base?” I ask, resting my head on my fist. The waitress stops by, dropping off two waters and smiling at us adoringly.

  “There’s not really much to tell you. I get up, I make my bed, I eat breakfast, and then I run. Sometimes I get screamed at by my drill sergeant, but mostly I run. It’s really not that exciting.”

  “And Jackson? Did you get the answers you were looking for?” I know that’s why he really went. He needed answers. I can understand that; I still think about Tommy all the time. That if there was a cure, it would have saved him. I know that Jett wonders if he was with Jackson in Afghanistan, would he have been able to save him too. Would he have lived. Now he can finally know.

  “I got the answers I needed to,” he says curtly, and I know that I’m not going to press any further. It’s been too long and we’re not as close as we once were, but that doesn’t mean that his smile doesn’t make my heart melt. And seeing him in his camouflage, it’s hard to take my eyes off of him.

  “So what will you have?” The waitress comes back and questions us.

  “Cherry pie,” I offer.

  “With ice cream,” he adds. Just like old times. So much has changed about him, and then not so much at all.

  She winks at us, and then within just a couple minutes, brings back plates with cherry pie and vanilla ice cream and two forks. Jett dips his finger in the whipped cream and offers it to me. I chew on my lower lip for a moment—I’m leaving for Memphis tomorrow with Ty. But we’re just friends. I know where this leads with Jett. Where a night of dessert at the diner used to lead. Where I hope it still does. I push my face towards him and I wrap my lips around his finger, sucking the whipped cream off.

  “You haven’t changed a bit, Cami.”

  “And you’ve only changed for the better.”

  “I’ve been waiting to get those clothes off of you since the minute I laid eyes on you,” he whispers. “Let’s eat this pie and get out of here. I’m only on leave for a couple days, and I want to make the most of them.”

  I’m not going to tell him I’m leaving. We’re both on limited time, and he’s right—we should just make the most of it. No strings attached, just one last night of fun together before we both go our separate ways. It’s the perfect closure, the thing I’ve been waiting for most.

  To fall back into Jett’s arms.

  We decide to go to a motel that's just a couple minutes away from the diner. I’ve never seen a man eat so quickly as Jett scarfs down his dessert.

  I watch his lips in anticipation. I want them on my body again. I remember what sex with Jett was like, perfect in every sense of the word. His strong, muscular body cradling mine, our flesh burning up the sheets.

  He gets the key and leads me into the room. There's a dark navy bedspread, and he pulls the blinds closed, even though it's dark outside and no one could see us if they wanted to. As soon as he turns around, he reaches for me, tugging my shirt off above my head and throwing it to the side. I can barely breathe, it’s all so immediate and fast. He leans down, his lips brushing the top of my breasts, which are spilling out over my bra.

  Pushing me back, he forces me onto the bed. He's tearing at my bra, pulling it down and exposing my nipples—they’re already hard. He flicks one with his tongue while he uses his hands to remove his camo. It feels so good, like the release I’ve needed ever since he left. As he throws his jacket to the side, all that he has underneath is a tight green tank top. I can see his rippling muscles in his arms as he reaches out and unbuttons my jeans, yanking them down onto the floor.

  "I missed those tits," he says in a gravelly voice. "I've been dreaming about them ever since I left." He kisses the insides of my thighs and moves up to my underwear. He latches his teeth around the top and uses his hands underneath my ass to pull them down. I’m naked already. Exposed to him again. I can fell the bedspread on my skin—it’s scratchy as I move beneath him. He removes his tank top and my eyes roll back as his kisses turn into him licking my clit. It's pure ecstasy.

  I toss my head back just as he slips in a finger. I'm moaning so loud I wonder if the people in the next room can hear me. I put my hand on his head, rubbing back and forth on the crewcut softness. Just as I'm about to come, the release I’ve been waiting for, he removes his fingers and stops pumping. He lifts his hand up and shoves them in my mouth, and I know that I'm sucking on my own juices. I don’t even try to resist. I don’t want to.

  He removes his fingers and sticks them in his own mouth, sucking off my saliva before removing his boots and his pants. He has on tight boxer briefs and I can see that his cock is already hard and ready for me. I move back to the edge of the bed and spread my legs as I remove its fabric cage. I slide his cock in my mouth and wrap my tongue around it while I pull his boxers all the way down. But as he steps out of them, he gives me instructions. I don't dare not follow them. "Turn around, I want to see that ass."

  I move my body on the bed so that my knees are at the edge and spread my legs. He sticks his cock in and pulls my arm back behind me, pushing himself inch by inch until I'm totally filled. He’s so much stronger than he was before, more confident and determined. He wraps his thick hands around my waist and pulls me back into him, slamming his cock into me again and again. Occasionally, he reaches down and flicks one of my nipples, but he's focused on his own pleasure, and I'm focused on serving him. I’m breathing so heavily I wonder if I'm getting any oxygen. I'm so close to the edge. So. Close.

  Suddenly, he pulls out and flops down next to me. "Get on." I swing my leg over his strong body. I keep my right leg at an angle as I lower myself down onto him. With each bounce, he hits my G-spot again and again. I look down into his beautiful hazel eyes and promise myself I'll never forget them. If he never comes back from the war, this will be my last memory of us. And I'll make it perfect. I moan louder and louder as my breasts bounce, and I reach down to touch myself. His hands are wrapped around my waist and he lifts me up and down. His grunts grow louder and I know we’re both close. I rub my clit harder and harder until I feel the waves of the orgasm start to crash over me. He fills me with his seed, the warm come filling me completely.

  I collapse down on top of him and he rubs my back softly.

  "This was everything I needed. Everything I could've asked for," he says, looking into my eyes. "I hope next time I'm in town we can do this again, Cami, otherwise I don't know what I have to look forward to."

  I lay a kiss on his lips, but I don't respond. I'm not telling him I'm leaving, not like this. Maybe not ever. One final night with Jett—I'm not going to ruin it for either of us.

  5

  Cami

  Months pass in Memphis, and things continue to progress between Ty and me. He’s loving at first, kind and sweet,
and helps me navigate my way through Memphis. But his job isn’t as good as he thought it would be. He was supposed to be a foreman, running construction jobs, or at least that’s what he tells me. But as a recent high school grad? I don’t buy it. It doesn’t surprise me when he starts getting laid off regularly. I waitress at a local diner and I’m taking night classes but things are harder than I thought they would be.

  But I don’t miss home. Never. I try not to even think about it.

  Our friendship has quickly progressed into something more, just as Ty wanted. Sometimes I think it’s because here, we only have each other. It’s not deep, or whole. It’s just on the surface, and I know it. It’s nothing like it was with Jett. I still write him occasionally, but he doesn’t write back. I can’t blame him. I’ve mentioned Ty in the letters, and I know that he understands that I’ve moved on. Even if our relationship is superficial at best.

  But once Ty’s job really starts to fall apart, so does he. He spends most of his evenings out drinking with guys that he’s met on the job, who are also disillusioned with their employer. He comes home ranting and raving about how he can find something better, how we can be better. I don’t know what to do. I feel like I’ve walked out of one messy life into another one. One that’s just as easily falling apart. But somewhere, there’s a glimmer of hope. I’ve made friends in Memphis. People who really care about me. And I’m not about to let those friendships fall apart while Ty is having his issues.

  “So what’s your plan this weekend?” Maia says as she walks into the room with a hot cup of tea.

  “I don’t really know,” I say, taking the mug from her. “I think Ty is working most of the weekend? I’m not really sure. We haven’t really spoken very much this week.”