Virgin's Dirty Boss

by Nicole Elliot

  Pulling him as close to me as I can get him, I can feel his cock straining against the towel. He works his way back to my mouth, kissing me with such intensity my whole body is ablaze. I reach down and yank the towel loose. He’s naked once again, just the way I want him.

  I pull him back down, kissing him again. The thin fabric of my panties is the only thing between us. He smiles, kissing me deeply, and pulls away. He then begins kissing and licking down my trembling body.

  I groan again when he reaches my stomach. “So beautiful, so soft,” he muses as he reaches the waistband of my panties. He gets up on his knees and begins working the lace down my long legs, leaning over and licking my thigh.

  “Fuck, I’ve waited so long for this.”

  He moves lower on the bed and spreads my legs, exposing my core. His mouth hovers above it and I can feel his warm breath on my clit. He takes his long finger and rubs up and down my slit. A loud groan escapes my lips as he flicks my clit. He slowly inserts a finger and moves it around with a circular motion.

  As he plunges his fingers deeper into me, he begins licking my clit in the same rhythm of his finger, and everything begins to clear. I begin to feel a sensation like nothing I've felt before. As the intensity builds, he stops. I'm about to protest when his tongue takes the place of his fingers. “Oh my God!” I moan, as he licks slowly up and down my slit, focusing on my clit.

  With each caress of his tongue, I'm losing control. My hips begin to buck against his mouth and his sucking increases. I scream out his name as my whole body convulses in pleasure. He looks up at me from between my legs and smiles. I sigh heavily as he climbs on top of me, kissing me deeply.

  “Damn,” he says, pulling back. “I’ve been waiting to taste that pussy for years.”

  I lay my head back, laughing. “I’ve been waiting for an orgasm like that for years.”

  “Oh don’t you worry, sweetheart, it’s not over yet.” He takes his cock and lightly rubs it across my clit. I'm immediately drenched in wetness. He grins, feeling the warmth. He rubs up and down my slit, spreading the warmth. I feel him at my entrance and my body tenses up.

  “I'll be gentle, this time.” As he pushes himself into me. I feel the burn as I stretch to accommodate him. “Oh baby, you’re so tight,” he says as he pushes slowly until I'm completely filled by him. The burning has lessened as he pulls back and pumps back into me a little faster. The pain is replaced by pleasure as he continues to plunge himself deeper. I moan and his speed increases.

  He stops suddenly and flips me over onto my stomach, grabbing my thighs and roughly yanking my naked lower half over the edge of the bed towards where he's now standing between my legs. The sheets have already come loose from the mattress, but I claw at fistfuls of the fabric anyway. I'm going to need something to hang on to, if this is any indication of what's to come. He runs his hands over the curve of my ass, smacking it firmly before sinking his thick cock into me again.

  The heat and fullness as he slides inside makes me gasp and I dig my fingernails into the sheet. He's lucky that he's not beneath me right now or I'd be covering him with scratches. He pulls out almost completely then slowly pushes back into me. He continues his slow rhythm until I simply can't take anymore. “Faster,” I moan into the pillow as he kisses the back of my neck. I wince in pleasure and try to focus on taking in as much air as possible, since every hard slap of his body against mine actually wrenches the breath from my lungs.

  The intensity is frightening and incredible at the same time. “Oh God!” I whimper as the movement of his body forces mine to inch up the mattress. It feels so fucking good, and I'm not sure how much longer I can keep from crying out.

  “Give me your wrists,” he whispers, pulling my hands from their grip on the sheet and pinning them down at my sides. I feel his full weight come to rest against the length of my back. He covers my body with his, and leans in to nip at my neck. His cool breath puffing across my damp, sweaty skin sends a shiver right through me, right down to where my clit throbs, aching for attention. He moans into the sensitive skin of my neck. His thrusts no longer shake the whole bed but instead begin to pulse deep inside of me, causing my legs to tremor uncontrollably beneath his.

  He's so heavy that I can't move at all except to wiggle my fingers and curl my toes, which heightens just how hot the sex is. A loud whimper escapes my lips.

  “Yes,” Jett moans, angling himself differently so he can finish me off. I'm losing control and it's what he wants.

  “Oh God, you're going to make me scream!”

  “Good.” He pants into my ear, his breath falling hot against my neck. “You'd better.” I lift my chin to the side a little to allow him access to my lips. He covers my mouth with a burning kiss just as he knees one of my legs up onto the bed, the inside of my thigh now pressed flat to the edge of the mattress. It creates a teasing bit of friction between my throbbing clit and the damp spot on the sheets beneath us, which hurls my body straight towards the brink of pleasure. “Oh!” I groan loudly into his mouth, shuddering beneath him just as everything else is reduced to white noise. “I want to feel you come on my cock,” he whispers breathlessly. I gasp, but my climax cuts me off. I stretch out my fingers, gripping his strong forearms as an intense orgasm floods my body and leaves me reeling. I actually go numb with pleasure.

  Jett then gently flips me back over onto my back. He stands over me, just staring.

  “What are you doing?” I ask.

  “I wanna see your face,” he says. I raise my eyebrows at him. He lowers himself between my legs again and plunges hard into me once more and I groan loudly at the force. The heat building within me spreads throughout my body, and a wave of ecstasy unlike anything I've ever felt takes over. I claw at his back, pulling him deeper into me as the sensation intensifies. He jerks as my orgasm pushes him over the edge. A guttural groan passes his lips as he crashes down on me.

  28

  Cami

  The day flies by and before I know it, it's time to go home. After leaving work, I go by the grocery store and grab some food and head to our place. Jett promised he’d pick up Ella from preschool. I know he wants more time with her. Time he feels the need to make up. Time he feels was lost.

  I'm sitting on the couch when a thud on the door startles me. I go to check and there's nothing there. Pulling out my phone to call Jett, I hear his truck outside. Drawing in a huge sigh of relief, I open the door to meet him, but it's not Jett. It's Ty.

  “Well hello, Cami,” he says with a cruel smile. “I came here to see that asshole who stole you from me, but this is so much better!” he says, backing me into a corner. “You’re alone.”

  “Ty, you need to leave. You are not welcome here. And just so you know, I didn't leave you because of anyone. You are the one who is at fault. I loved you, I did. I would still be with you if you hadn't decided it would be a good idea to screw around with my cousin! Oh, and don't even get me started about this!” I say, pointing to the scar running down my face.

  “Oh so little girl is a bad ass now?” he asks, his voice dripping with anger.

  I stand up a little taller and talk to him to distract him, so I can get the 9mm still occupying my waistband. “You know, Ty, you're weak. I know what you are! A predator. Preying on young girls like me so you can overpower them, break them. Well, I'm not fucking broken anymore and I'm not about to let you intimidate me again!” I growl.

  Without warning, he swings at me. His hand makes contact with my face and I'm pushed against the wall. “I like this feisty bitch side of you, Cami. I bet you're a beast in the sack with this kind of fire in you!” he says, grabbing my breasts.

  “Fuck you, Ty!” I say as adrenaline rushes through me. I push him back and pull out the gun, aiming at his heart.

  “Oh, big bad Cami has a gun. So fucking shoot me!” he screams, putting the barrel between his eyes. I stand there trembling with anger, not fear. He holds the barrel up to his face. “Do it, Cami. Show me how bad you are now.”
r />   I lower the gun. I’m not going to kill him. He takes this as a sign of weakness. “I knew you didn't have it in you to shoot me,” he says, coming in closer.

  Quickly, I shove him. Aiming down, I squeeze the trigger and shoot him in the knee. “Fucking bitch, you… fucking… bitch! You fucking shot me!” he screams between gasps. He’s hurting bad. Good, I think to myself.

  I reach in my back pocket for my phone and call 911, never taking my eyes of him as he writhes in pain on the floor. The police get there only moments before Jett.

  “Cami! What the hell happened?” he asks, looking me over.

  “I’m ok,” I insist. “My face is red and swollen where he hit me, but I shot him in the knee,” I say, trembling. “I'm shaken up and a little dizzy, but I'm ok. Ella locked herself in your bedroom.”

  “Fuck!” He immediately begins dialing on his phone. “He came here, where were you? Shit! Fine. No, I’ll handle it.” He pauses, hangs up the call and looks back at me. “You should have shot his sorry ass in the balls.”

  “What?”

  “The balls. You should have shot him there.”

  “Jett…”

  He stops me with a kiss. “I'm sorry I wasn't here! I'm so damn sorry,” he repeats, hugging me to him. “Everything is going to be ok now.” I nod and kiss him.

  About that time, an officer clears his throat. “Miss Garrett, we need to take your statement,” he says, clearly uncomfortable at breaking up our moment.

  “Yes sir. I'll be right back, will you go comfort Ella?” I squeeze Jett's hand.

  After the police are done with me, I go back to where Jett is, Ella clinging to him tightly. “Well, it looks like Ty will be going away for a while and no amount of money can get him out,” I say with a smile.

  “What happened,” Jett asks, walking us towards his car.

  “Let's just say everything finally caught up with him,” I reply, sliding Ella into the backseat. I walk around to the passenger side and get in. He laughs, gets in the driver's side, and cranks up the car.

  “So I guess we’re going to your place,” he says.

  I nod. “First I need to go pick up Ella’s belongings from Aunt Suzanne.”

  The car ride is strangely awkward as everything plays over and over in my mind. “That could have been tragic,” I whisper, breaking the silence.

  Jett just looks over at me, the look on his face strained. “But it wasn't. You did what you had to do to protect yourself and Ella. You're a lot stronger than you give yourself credit for.”

  “I know what you're saying, but in my head, I keep replaying what happened.” He nods and sighs deeply, reaching over to take my hand.

  “Ella? You ok back there? I don't think I've ever known you to be so quiet.” Ella smiles a half smile at Jett and nods her head.

  “Mama, why is my daddy such a bad man?”

  “Sweetheart, Ty is not a bad man. He just has made seriously bad decisions.”

  “But I think he's bad. He tried to hurt us again. Last time he did hurt you. I don't want him to be my daddy.”

  “Ella, that’s something I’ll need to talk to you about later, ok, baby? But for now there isn't anything we can do to change that.”

  “Yes there is, you can marry Jett and he can be my daddy. Jett? Will you be my daddy?”

  “Ella, I would love to be your daddy, but you have to talk to Mama about that. In the meantime, you can call me Daddy, if you'd like.”

  “See Mama, I told you.”

  I can't help but smile knowing that Jett is Ella’s father and now she wants to call him dad.

  Aunt Suzanne rushes at us as we pull up. “Oh my God… oh my God… y’all are ok.” She pulls me into her embrace and her tear-soaked cheek nuzzles against mine. “Ella,” she says, pulling her in as well.

  “We're ok, Aunt Suzanne. We're ok.”

  I know we are, the three of us. We will be.

  29

  Came

  “Are you ready for this?” Jett asks as he walks into the room, his face full of concern and worry. “I could still have the club take care of this. Our way. The right way.”

  I know he wants to kill him, can’t say I blame him either. But we need this legal, and I don’t want Ty’s blood on Jett’s hands. That’s not the way to start our new life together. “I'll be fine. If it means getting rid of him for good, it'll be worth it.”

  “But his attorney is going to be ruthless…”

  “I know, but so am I.” He smiles slightly, pulling me into his arms.

  After a few moments, I sigh, pulling away from him to go check over my reflection. I walk over to the kitchen, preparing myself a cup of coffee to calm my nerves. I hadn't realized how badly I’m shaking until Aunt Suzanne comes over and places her hand over mine.

  “I hate you have to do this, dear.”

  “I know, Aunt Suzanne. I know.” She sighs slightly and kisses my temple before walking off to check on Ella. Putting my empty cup in the sink, I smooth down my hair and wrap my hand firmly in Jett's. I hope I’m ready for this.

  Walking into the courtroom makes my skin crawl. Taking my seat on the right hand side of the gallery, I notice the three ladies sitting with my attorney eerily favor me. All three are roughly the same height and build as me as well as the same shade of brunette.

  As the first begins to tell her story, I find my blood running cold. The details, the actions, the same sweet gestures. I blink to fight the tears and suddenly, I feel guilty. It's my fault these girls were subjected to such violence. Had I only stayed, they wouldn't be testifying right now. The next thought hits me even harder. If I had stayed, I might not be sitting here right now. I might be buried right next to Tommy or Jackson. A shiver hits me, and Jett grasps my hand tighter, slowly tracing his thumb in the space between my thumb and index finger. “Baby, are you ok?”

  “No. It's my fault, all my fault.”

  “No, it’s not. He's the one who hurt you and them. Never blame yourself.”

  “I could have stopped it.”

  “How? Staying and being his personal punching bag?” All I can do is shake my head. “Cami, look at me. It’s all on him. Let this unnecessary guilt go and tell your story. If they don't see him as the monster he is, then I'll have to take care of him myself.”

  “Jett,” I start, and he places his finger to his lips and averts his eyes towards the judge. He is staring at us with a hard look on his face. “Is there something you would like to say, Miss Garrett?”

  “No, sir.”

  He looks over to the girl on the witness stand. “You may continue.”

  As her story unfolds, I realize that they were the lucky ones. The ones without scars—only pictures are their reminders. I couldn’t have saved them. No one could.

  “We now call to the witness stand Miss Camryn Garrett.”

  I’m still shaking like mad as I step up to the witness stand, realizing that at this moment in time, I probably look like a scared child. The judge bows his head slightly in my direction, giving me the smallest amount of comfort. I placed my unsteady hands on the edge of my seat and draw in several deep breaths. As the questions begin, my head is spinning. The very thought of him being only a few feet from me makes me sweat.

  “She says she was abused, but we have no proof. Where are the photos showing off Miss Garrett’s bruises and scars?” That statement sets off a rage in me I can't control.

  “You want proof?! I can give you fucking proof,” I scream as tears begin to fill my eyes.

  “Miss Garrett, please control yourself. I realize that this may be painful for you, but I will not hesitate to place you in contempt.”

  “Yes, your honor,” I croak between the sobs. My attorney, Whitley Blake, shoots me a soft glare before turning to the judge.

  “Your honor, permission to show proof?” He nods curtly, and the defense attorney glares at me. Whitley leans over to me and calmly says, “Would you be up for showing the people in the courtroom your scars?” I nod lightly and
pull my hair back, revealing the pink scar running down my jawline to my neck. Murmurs among the jury escalate for a moment and suddenly stop as I turn around. I slowly lift my shirt up and gasps run through the room as they see the scarred mess that runs from my back to my side… but the one that really stands out is that of one of the other girls. I hear a door slam somewhere in the room, and I blink back the hot tears that are continuing to pool. Lowering my shirt, I slowly turn around, dreading the looks of pity on their faces. Even Ty looks lost for words through sober eyes, though he quickly recovers his composure.

  “I think we've heard enough from Miss Garrett now. Thank you.” I nod at the judge and leave the stand, running from the room and straight into the arms of an awaiting Jett. Nuzzling my head into his chest, I let the tears fall as I shake and sob. He strokes my hair, his face buried into it. When I finish, he lifts my face up to look at him and gently strokes away my tears.

  “Do you want to watch the rest of the trial? Or do you want to go home?”

  “I want to watch him go down. I need closure.” He nods silently, and we walk back into the courtroom, hand in hand. Gripping my hand in his own, Jett gives me a smile that says, ‘If I'd known…’ and I nod to let him know I understand. Just as I begin to control myself and my emotions, the judge utters the words I honestly don't want to hear, as I am brought face-to-face with the reason for my demons once more.

  “We now call to the stand Mr. Ty Callahan.”

  As he walks to the stand, my heart stops… His eyes are cold, a small smirk on his face like he knows he’s going to get away with it. My hands are shaking and it takes every part of me not to run up to him and wipe the arrogant look off his face. As the questioning begins, I feel myself calm down, seeing the jury's reaction. His tone and demeanor speak volumes. The members of the jury seem to feel as I do. They all have disapproving and disgusted looks on their faces, like they’ve already reached a verdict, and my hope returns.