The Virginity Mission

by Cate Ellink

  “Guess you found me.” My lips feel like they’re going to split my face. I’ve never smiled so hard but there’s a little part of me that’s a tiny bit worried. “Who’s ‘we’?”

  Tim nods his head in a direction behind me and I turn to where he indicates. Neil is at the back of the second vehicle. I look further. Jason is walking out of the bush. He wasn’t there a few minutes ago when I turned the car around.

  My feet sprout wings. Before I can think, I race to Jason.

  His arms catch me as I fly at him. His mouth claims my lips in one quick swoop. Our kiss ignites in nanoseconds. I wrap my body as closely to his as I can. Our mouths are open, tongues greeting again. His taste fills me, envelopes me. I writhe against him. It’s been so long.

  After long minutes, our kiss tempers to something akin to simmering. It’s difficult to sustain that intensity. The need to breathe is a pest at times. Our lips break apart but our heads remain close together.

  “You found me.” I press my lips to his chin. The feel of his beard stubble arouses me further. There’s something so virile about beard stubble.

  “I tried the phone book but there’s only one MacIntosh and it wasn’t you. Before I could do anything else, we were sent bush again, but then you came looking for me.” Jason’s teeth gleam as he smiles. “You caused…much amusement.” His lips twist to a wry grin and I laugh, pulling back from him and catching his hands in mine. He tried to find me. My heart finds cloud nine.

  “I can imagine.” I roll my eyes as I think of how crazy I must have sounded. “I had no idea how to find you.” I swing our hands before stepping back against his body. His arms wrap around me. I look up and our mouths meet. Our kiss is steaming. His taste fills me with memories and need. I writhe hard against him, sex being the only thought I have.

  We’re interrupted by slow clapping, wolf whistles, and loud voices. Tim and Neil breaking up our reunion.

  “That’s enough you two.”

  “Get a room!”

  I grin, reluctantly pulling away from Jason.

  “Do you have a room?” he asks in a devilish tone.

  I nod quickly, flicking an eyebrow to question him. He reads my question perfectly.

  “Lead on.” His breathless answer tells me he’s thinking exactly my thoughts.

  We walk back to the vehicles. My hand curls into Jason’s. I can’t believe I’ve found him.

  Tim claps my shoulder. “Thank goodness you found work up here, Mac.” I flash a grin at Tim, look back to Jason and catch him casting Tim a dark look.

  I feel even better about my decision after Tim’s comment, even if Jason doesn’t want him saying anything. I know Tim’s saying Jason missed me. Or I hope that’s what he’s saying. I look at Tim and he winks. Yep, he’s saying that.

  When we get to the vehicles, Jason turns to Tim and Neil.

  “I’ll go with Mac. I’ll see you later.”

  Tim winks and mouths “have fun” before he and Neil leave. Tim drives away tooting madly and Neil waves. I’m alone with Jason. I don’t know if I can drive. Every cell in my body wants to be with him now. I need to be closer to him than you can be in car seats when driving. The drive is going to last an eternity. I hope my auto-pilot is good enough to get me home.

  My heart is pounding so loudly I don’t hear the engine start when I turn the ignition. I crank it over a second, needless time. My hands are shaking as I place them on the wheel.

  “You okay to drive?” Jason grins. I poke my tongue out at him, trying to lighten my mood with humour. I don’t know that I am okay to drive but I have to be. We can’t have sex in the car. My car is way too small.

  I make it home.

  At the front door, my hands are shaking and sweaty and I can’t insert the front door key. I wipe my hand down my jeans, take a deep breath and try it again.

  “Having trouble?” Jason’s voice is rough with need and laughter.

  “Not now.” Triumphant, I turn the key and we’re inside. Jason wastes no time in following me and closing the door. By the time I drop my bag and kick off my shoes, I’m in his arms. It’s heaven.

  His hands slide beneath my shirt as his mouth touches mine. His kiss is light. His lips graze over mine. A shudder courses through me. I open my mouth to demand more but he closes his mouth over my bottom lip. I arch against him. My body’s pressed to him. My breasts and groin are plastered against him and it’s still not enough. He’s touching my stomach and it’s driving me insane. I want his hands everywhere, not just there. I moan my protest. His hand slips across my stomach before his lips suck, tug and nip on my lower lip.

  I’m aching. I want more than two points of contact. I squirm against his hand, stretching on my tiptoes to push his hand down further. It doesn’t work. He pulls back from my mouth and chuckles. “Greedy girl.”

  My hands glide up his shirt and around his neck. I pull his face to mine but he hovers out of reach of my lips.

  “Slowly,” he says in a voice that makes me anything but slow.

  I shake my head. “I can’t do slow.”

  He grabs the end of my shirt and peels it up. I duck down so it comes off even more quickly. I unzip my jeans and let them pool at my feet. My fingers grab the top of my underpants and I slide them off. I unhook my bra and drag that from my body. It’s fast. A quick shucking of clothes because I’m desperate to feel him inside me. When I finish, he’s standing staring at me.

  “What’s wrong?”

  His gaze rakes up and down my body, lingering over parts, burning me with the intensity. I feel every bone protruding from my skinny form. Suddenly conscious of my nakedness and his clothed state, I try to cover my breasts with my hands. How ridiculous. He’s seen me before.

  CHAPTER 11

  “Not one thing.” His look is hungry as it skims over me. His tongue moistens his lips. “You’re beautiful.”

  “What?”

  Jason picks up my hands and holds them outstretched so I am on complete display for him. “I’ve never seen you in the light. You’re better than I imagined.”

  “You’re crazy.” I’m all lines and angles, no curves or muscles or lushness. Definitely not beautiful but there’s something in his gaze that makes me feel beautiful. Beautiful and special.

  His head bends then he nuzzles the side of my neck. A shiver of goose bumps races up my leg. Heat flares from his lips outwards. His hands skim across my ribs, over my waist and settle on my hips. Fingertips slide across my buttocks. His lips course downwards from my neck, across my breast until his tongue flicks over my nipple and I leap. His hands hold me while his lips close over my throbbing pebbled peak. He sucks, rolls it between his lips then draws backwards holding my nipple tightly between his lips.

  “Jason!” My voice is a warning, an explosion of pleasure and a plea all rolled into one word. I’m not sure I can stand if he does any more of that.

  His head rises. “Too much?”

  I nod then shake my head. I’m not sure.

  “It might be easier if you’re lying down.”

  “It’d be easier if you just took me.”

  Jason laughs and that wickedly sexy grin lingers on his face. “Not today. Today I’m going to enjoy every delectable inch of you while there’s light.”

  A shudder rumbles through me. His voice is as sexy as his grin. I’m mush. Incapable of words or thought. I take his hand and lead him to my bedroom. The queen size bed needs christening.

  I stop inside the bedroom door and turn. My eyes must give me away because he gently takes my jaw in his hands and kisses me with the softest, most gentle kiss. “I promise you’ll enjoy it.”

  I nod. I’m sure of that. The thing I’m not sure of is getting him undressed. He has clothes on and I’m at a disadvantage. I’m not sure how to change that.

  He walks me backwards until my legs touch the side of the bed. With a feather light push on my shoulder he topples me and follows me down, supporting himself over me. I’m dying to see his arms again. The muscle
s must be bunched up hard. I lean up and nibble against his lips while my fingers stroke across the corded strength of his biceps.

  “I need to see you. All of you.”

  Raising one eyebrow, he quirks his lip before kissing the tip of my nose. He stands, and as if my request is a command, begins to unbutton his shirt. After the third button, there’s no moisture left in my mouth because it’s all pooled between my legs. I haven’t seen anything yet. The tension’s gotten to me and breathing is difficult. His eyes haven’t left mine. He knows what he’s doing to me and he’s enjoying it.

  Thank heavens those buttons are now undone.

  He teases the shirt from his trousers, pulling the ends so they hang loose. For a moment I think he isn’t going to take it off. My heart seizes. Then he slides it over his shoulders and I’m mesmerised. His chest is magnificent. My dreams of what he looks like weren’t half as good as this—and my dreams were hot, fuelled by my touch. His narrow hips leading to wide shoulders are as I imagined but the musculature is so much better. Muscles stretch from the middle of his stomach outwards, flexing with his every breath. Huge pecs are finely dusted with dark hair surrounding tight dark nipples. Collarbones form a stunning upper body frame.

  I’m so busy cataloguing every feature of his chest I don’t notice him undoing his trousers until he pushes them from his hips. Then he’s naked. Totally naked. Gulping air is all I am capable of doing. My eyes are probably bulging. To say I’m overawed is a master understatement.

  His cock grabs my attention first. It’s huge. Staring at me. Glistening. Bobbing with a slight bend to the left. Ready. Pinpricks dart across my body. Is it fear, anticipation, arousal or all three?

  He steps closer and my eyes are drawn to the hip bones framing his cock. They’re like his collarbones—highlighting, framing, and drawing my attention. His thighs are rounded with superb muscle, like his shoulders. Dear lord. I can’t get enough of looking at him.

  He moves another step closer.

  My brain begins to function. My body throbs with need. I roll towards him and reach forwards with my fingertips to stroke his cock. It bobs beneath my touch. Smiling, feeling more confident, I close my fingers around the tip and squeeze lightly. Solid muscle strengthens beneath. I press harder. Jason groans and I look up. His eyes are closed, his head pushed back, mouth open. Delicious power surges through me. I move further forward, up on my knees, sliding my fingers down the rock hard length. I slip my tongue between my lips and lap against the head of his cock.

  “Fuck, yes.”

  Jason’s reaction is instantaneous. Surprised, my mouth opens. His hand closes on my head and he holds my hair. I presume it’s an invitation. He’s not pressuring me but I think he’s encouraging. I close my lips around the head of his cock and I know it’s what he wants. The whoosh of air he expels and the moan that follows is music for my soul. I’m not sure I know what I’m doing but he’s enjoying my exploration.

  Closing my hand around the base of his cock I take him further into my mouth before sliding my lips back to the head. I lick across the tip and around, swirling my tongue as if I’m licking an ice cream and making sure I lose no drips. I lick down the length and back up. Closing my lips over him I suck his cock further into my mouth. He holds my head there for a few seconds before releasing the pressure. I take the hint.

  I make my movements slower. Drawing his cock into my mouth more slowly, holding my mouth firm and sucking when I can take him no deeper, before slowly sliding back to the tip. His breaths come short and sharp. His whispered words of encouragement are all I need to keep going, take him deeper, and hold him for longer. It’s exhilarating. I hold him at my mercy and I love the feeling of power.

  Saliva pools against my fingers and I slide my hand to meet my mouth. The rhythmic movement ensures his cock is either all covered or all open to the air. His thighs tense. I watch the skin pull tightly across the muscles. I squirm forwards until my other hand strokes his thigh, inside his leg, the back of his thigh. I sweep my hand between his legs as I suck his cock deep into my mouth. I close my hand over his balls, not hard, just weighing them against my palm.

  His body freezes. A strangled gasp escapes. I’m not sure what I’ve done wrong. My hand slips back to the bed. I draw my mouth from his cock.

  “Did I hurt you?”

  He sucks in a deep breath before his hands cup my face. He bends close to me and captures my mouth in a kiss so exquisite I almost cry.

  “No, you didn’t hurt me. It was fantastic.”

  “So what happened?”

  A chuckle rumbles from deep in his chest. His look catches mine and I watch as his eyes glisten and dance. “You caught me by surprise.” My frown must tell him I don’t understand. “I…umm…” A bloom of red steals across his face as he struggles for words. And then I work it out.

  “Oh my God, are you serious? I nearly made you come? Damn it, why did I stop?”

  His leering grin is gorgeous. Laughing, he rolls over the top of me and lands beside me. His hand strokes from my jaw down my throat, across my left breast, across my stomach, to lie teasingly against my thigh. “You stopped so I could continue exploring you.”

  Although my body tingles and I want him to explore, I want something else first. “I don’t want to wait. Please, can’t we do slow later?” His hard cock throbs in the cocoon of my hand. I squeeze and stroke before sliding my leg up over his hip, straddling him. I’m hoping his cock will feel the soaking heat of my cunt and he’ll want me, fast.

  His lips meet mine in a kiss that ignites passion. One moment we’re chuckling, the next I’m panting with need. My mouth can’t get enough of his. My hand tries to draw his cock inside me but his hips rock away. I stroke until his cock’s straining against my hand.

  “Condom,” he groans and tries to move.

  “Here.” I grab one from the new supply on the bedside table. He takes the condom from my fingers before I can even suggest I do it for him. He sheaths himself quickly. For a second I gloat. He wants me as much as I do him.

  His hands grasp my hips as he sits me above his cock. “Take me.”

  I can’t think of anything more decadent. Holding his cock in my fist I lower myself down, at my pace, feeling his cock stretch and impale me. Bliss.

  All thoughts are wiped away. There are only our bodies, joined, merged as one. My hips thrust down sending his cock deeper inside me. I still can’t get enough. Wrapping my feet around his hips I ride him, pressing deeply until I’ve attached myself as closely as I can. I move on him. His cock plunges inside me, at my rhythm, my pace. I’m pulled higher and higher on the rollercoaster. I arch while he thrusts. Leaning over him my breasts hang near his face and the warm humid air darts across them. His lips close on my left nipple. His tongue laps as he thrusts and then he bites, his teeth holding tight as I pull backwards. A screaming release is torn from me. My hips buck onto him, my heels pressing into his flanks. My hips rock into his, once, twice, three times before I feel him tense, thrust deeply and his hips pulse. He’s with me. Flying. Soaring. High above the world. Nothing can touch us. We hover for long moments of bliss. Then the silence hangs. We fall and lie, shattered, against each other.

  A long time later when words wind their way into my shell-shocked brain, I trail my fingertips across Jason’s shoulder and down his arm.

  “Do you mind that I moved here?”

  “Of course not.” Jason remains sprawled beneath me, his hand resting flat against my buttock.

  I don’t know what answer I wanted but this isn’t it. I roll to the side. What more do I need? I have Jason beside me. We still have mind blowing sex. I have a job I enjoy—or I hope to. I’m away from Melbourne. There’s something missing but I can’t identify it.

  “I never thought you’d do that,” he says.

  “Do what?” Didn’t he like what I did to him? Was my first attempt at giving head so bad? Maybe that’s what’s missing. Knowing I did well.

  “Move.”

  M
ove? Move what? Then my mind clears. Physical location, you idiot. Not sex.

  He turns towards me giving me one of his intensely dark chocolate stares. “I wanted you to find me. I just didn’t believe you would.” The stare gets darker, deeper. I’m drowning in chocolate. There’s something more intense than lust in this gaze. I can’t break it.

  “Someone told me I have to seize life.”

  “Did they?” His words are a whisper.

  The intensity eases. A dancing gleam glows. That wickedly sexy grin I’ll never get tired of seeing eases across his face. “So my Chicken Shit’s gone. Instead I have a girl determined to seize life.”

  “Scary isn’t it?” I grin with self-confidence.

  “Not scary at all. I love it.” Jason stops sharply. His nose brushes against mine. “I can’t believe you moved.”

  My breath catches in my throat. “Have I pushed this too quickly?”

  My ear tingles as his breath drifts across. I shudder with pleasure. He sucks my earlobe into his mouth painting it with his tongue. When he drags his mouth away I’m clinging to him, like a liana vine.

  “I think we’re moving along perfectly. We’ll take our time, explore, see where we end up. That suit you?”

  Opening my mouth, a burst of air is released and my lungs stop burning. I can’t help my huge grin. “Perfectly.” Everything is perfect. Jason wants me here.

  I roll against him and slide my fingertips straight down the midline of his body until they slide over his cock. Closing my hand around and squeezing softly, I nuzzle against him. “So this kind of exploring is okay with you?”

  Jason chuckles before one finger slides down my spine. At the dip near my hips, tiny shudders go through me. By the time his finger is lingering at the base of my spine, I’m a mass of goose bumps, with full shudders making my whole body tremble.

  “Willow, beautiful, responsive Willow.”

  For the first time, I love the sound of my name. It’s breathy, melodic and dances across my eardrums in a motion like the sea.