Vehn (Exotic Ink Book 1)

by LS Anders

  Not bad at all! Spidey definitely had it going on, Callie mused, biting her lower lip.

  The deep rich smoothness of his voice made her insides go all warm and tingly and reminded her so much of Vehn’s voice that she had lusted over during his charity speech.

  Now she was just being ridiculous!

  She needed to stop pining for a man she was never going to meet—much less, ever date. Vehn never in a million years would be interested in her and she needed to enjoy the real man standing in fucking front of her.

  She had given up on any hopes that Tegan would be interested in her after the first day, and once he’d laid eyes on Rayna, there wasn’t another woman that existed on the planet to him.

  Mentally slapping herself across the face, she refocused on Lee. He had given up drinking through a straw under his mask and had raised the lower half of it revealing a very strong square jawline and well-defined firm lips that she most definitely approved of.

  Dayum, if the rest of his face looked as good as the lower half, he was sure to be a knockout.

  She couldn't help but drink in what little skin he was teasing her with and wondered what it would be like to kiss him, what his body would feel like against hers. Her palms itched to feel all that hard muscle.

  She was surprised at herself by how attracted to him she was despite the fact she had never laid eyes on him. It was like being on a blind date and she was still on the blind part, but the mystery of not seeing his entire face seemed to make flirting with him a little more risqué, a little more dangerous, a little more erotic.

  She could tell he was attracted to her, too, by his mannerisms, always touching her hair or a little caress on her arm when they talked. And she couldn’t seem to stop touching him, finding any reason to give his arm a gentle squeeze or touch his hand like she needed to make sure he knew she was talking to him.

  She was already half in love with his tremendous personality and especially liked that he got her sense of humor and they could make each other laugh.

  Callie allowed herself to be led over to the mostly hidden alcove away from the party by a guy she didn’t know... who was wearing a mask. She knew he was going to kiss her, and that was all she had planned on allowing to happen.

  And why the hell not? Callie argued with herself.

  It had been forever since she'd had any action, and what was one kiss going to hurt? Plus, she was planning on ripping that mask off his face as soon they got situated in the privacy of that alcove. He just didn’t know it yet.

  Once they were seated, Callie raised her hand to the bottom edge of his mask, ready to take it the rest of way off, but he grabbed her hand before she could finish the reveal and placed a soft kiss on the back of it, causing her breath to hitch.

  “So, what do you look like under there?” She was surprised to hear how breathless her voice had become.

  “Don't you think it's more exciting to not know?”

  “So, now that you have me in this dark corner, what are you planning to d—”

  Before she could finish her sentence or even her thought, Lee had cradled the back of her neck with one hand and tilted her chin up with the other, capturing her lips with his, consuming her completely. She clutched his biceps, pulling him closer. It didn’t matter that she hadn’t seen his face or that he was practically a stranger, or that they were in a public place or even that he was Tegan’s roommate. All that mattered was not letting the kiss come to an end.

  She was grateful that he'd at least had enough sense to pull the curtain closed when his hands began to roam everywhere at once, touching, stroking, cupping, squeezing. She moved against him, wanting more, her hands going on a quest of their own, touching the hard muscle beneath his costume that she longed to see. That spandex did nothing but accentuate every sculpted plane, pronouncing the definition of his rock-hard body.

  Never slowing or breaking the kiss, he pulled her beneath him, her legs wrapping around his hips on their own. One of his hands moved down to grip her ass while he ground his solid erection against her pussy, getting her wetter by the second. She moved with him, keeping in time with the rhythm he had set, and damn, the man could roll his hips!

  His other hand continued its thorough exploration of her curves, which she had no intentions of stopping, because once that level of lust is reached, it superseded all higher reasoning. The only thing that matters at that point is not letting the feeling of ecstasy end while trying to reach that plateau where all the feeling you have in your body is honed in on that little nub nestled inside your most intimate flesh. It’s the place where you war with yourself over extending that feeling or reaching that end goal of a handful of seconds of extreme bliss.

  If she could bottle that shit she’d make a fortune!

  She smoothed her hands down his back and around to the front of his hips, finding the ridge of his erection, stroking it through the spandex. Oh fuck, his cock was thick!

  Her hands traveled back to grip his ass, her nails digging in spurring him on. They fell into a punishing rhythm rocking against each other, the kiss growing frantic, licking, sucking, tasting, devouring. It felt so good to have the hard length of him rubbing her in just the right spot. They were making out like two rabid teenagers, but she had never cum from kissing and rubbing.

  Her orgasm slammed into her so hard and unexpected, she nearly bucked him off when her hips uncontrollably thrust against him. She had reached the point where nothing else existed except for the pulsating explosion of pure unadulterated pleasure.

  Once her explosive moment began to dissipate and she slowly descended back into her body where time became relevant again, where awareness of her surroundings slowly started to come back online, she became aware of the air temperature in the room, the sounds of the party around her, the feel of the couch beneath her body and the man above her. And she realized something…

  She'd just had an orgasm in a public place, with a total fucking stranger wearing a mask. So, she did the only thing she could think of in that moment of clarity… she shoved him away and ran away as fast as she could.

  Vehn had just meant to kiss her, but once his lips touched hers, all higher reasoning was immediately replaced with white hot blinding lust. Thankfully, he had dropped the curtain in place before all that happened.

  He couldn’t have been happier when she had clung to him with a desperation he could feel, her greedy hands roaming all over every part of him within her reach, ramping up his desire beyond anything he had ever felt.

  Before he even realized it was happening, he had pulled her luscious body beneath his, spreading her thighs with his own and was grinding his cock against her fevered flesh where he wanted so desperately to be buried. She was right there with him, wrapping her legs around his hips, rocking in time with him.

  Her sexy little moans caused his head to swim and his cock to throb painfully. She was so responsive and sweet, and her body felt so damn good against his, especially the ultra-soft parts of her exposed skin.

  She had somehow managed to work her hand in between their bodies and began to stroke him through his costume causing his breathing to become erratic. He never wanted this to end, but he was already so close to cuming.

  When the sting of her fingernails drilled into the flesh of his ass, what little bit of self-control he had been clinging to evaporated, causing him to thrust against her faster and harder, their kisses turning frantic.

  He knew the exact moment when she came because he felt the moisture of her orgasm through her clothing, and he was right behind her, ejaculating in his pants like a fucking teenager. There was just no way of stopping it.

  Then he was being pushed away. He watched dumbfounded as she disappeared through the curtain, leaving him wondering what the hell had just happened. Once some of his brain cells came back online… the ones in his big head… he pushed the curtain back, scanning the lounge for her. No Callie.

  Where the hell had she gone?

  Vehn straightened his
costume as best he could before heading to the little boys' room to clean up. He hoped Callie had just disappeared into the ladies to do the same thing.

  Snagging a handful of paper towels before he locked himself in the first stall he came to, he watched, momentarily confused, as scraps of cocktail napkins fluttered to the floor as he pulled down his costume. He had completely forgotten about his stash of cell numbers he had shoved down there earlier for safe keeping. They didn’t matter now. He was going to wad them up and toss them in the trash on his way out anyway. Callie was the only girl he was interested in, and he was going to make her his whether she knew it yet or not.

  He smiled to himself as he wiped up his mess noticing the ringing in his ears. It had to be from that epic orgasm. That hadn’t happened since the first time he had rubbed one out during his early post-pubescent days.

  Finished mopping up his teenage mishap, he made his way back to the lounge tossing the soiled towels along with the numbers in the trash on his way out the door.

  Panic nailed him in the gut when Tegan and his group weren’t at the bar where he had left them. Shit! Had everybody left? Scanning around, he was relieved when he spotted them in one of the larger alcoves, but still no Callie.

  Tegan was seated on the outside edge of the wrap-around sofa, so Vehn squeezed in beside him and wondered why he wasn’t sitting with Rayna, who had taken up residence next to Evana on the opposite side of the coffee table. Something seemed to have changed between the two, and Tegan did not look to be in a chatty mood.

  “I made out with Callie,” he whispered close to Tegan’s ear.

  “Congratulations.” Tegan threw him a sour look.

  “No, you don’t understand. She thinks I’m Spiderman.”

  “I seriously doubt that, man. Callie isn’t stupid.” Tegan smirked, sipping his drink.

  “No, I mean she doesn’t know who I really am. I never took off my mask and she thinks I’m Lee.”

  “That’s not a bad thing. I already told you about her, man.”

  “But, she likes me and she doesn't actually know who I am. So, that's a good thing, right?” Vehn hoped he sounded convincing.

  “An alcohol-induced make-out session doesn't make the situation any better.”

  “We weren’t drunk. I want to see her again as myself.”

  “Are you fucking delusional?” Tegan exclaimed a little too loudly, drawing the attention of the others.

  Next thing he knew, Evana was headed his way, her purple eyes narrowing on him as if she was going to kick his ass while wearing that purple harem girl costume.

  “Hi, Lee. You wouldn't by chance know why Callie left, would you?” Evana questioned, her tone turning edgy.

  “No! Did she really leave? Do you know where she went?”

  His obvious concern dulled the razor-sharp daggers she was shooting his way. “She texted saying she took a cab home, that she wasn't feeling well.”

  “Can you ask her to text you when she's there safe?” Vehn rushed on to ask.

  “I already did.” Evana smiled, lowering her hackles.

  “I didn't get her number; would you mind if I got it from you?”

  Evana had a moment of pause before rambling off the number to him. Thanking her profusely, he wasted no time begging Tegan for his cell phone and putting it to good use.

  Callie: sry e not feel well. took cab home.

  Evana: hope u better soon :( u need anything?

  Callie: no. just sleep.

  Evana: ok call if u need me.

  Callie: thx, luv u.

  Evana: u 2 ;) text me when you get home safe plz.

  Callie decided this cab smelled just about as nasty as the last one she was in, but at least this driver was keeping his eyes on the road and not on her.

  She had just finished texting Evana and was glad for the woman’s discretion. She had never felt more embarrassed in her whole life!

  Wrapping her arms around her waist, she scooted down in the seat willing herself to shrink small enough so she could crawl underneath it. On second thought, the smell in there was a sure sign that the floor was probably nastier than what she was sitting on, so that wasn’t an option.

  Maybe she could hide under the damn bed when she got home. But hiding from her embarrassment sure as hell wasn’t going to make it go away.

  Touching her cheeks, she could feel the heat radiating off them, leaving no doubt they were a bright red. Sheesh, this was either her first time experiencing a pre-menopausal hot flash or it was an entire lifetime of mortification blasting its way throughout her entire body.

  Her anxiety grew worse the more she replayed that moment over and over again in her head. She started to overanalyze it, trying to look for other aspects of the event that didn’t seem so embarrassing. It wasn’t working!

  She had scrambled out from under Lee, threw back the curtain, and bolted out the first exit door she came to, which luckily happened to be right next to the alcove they were in.

  She cringed, squeezing her eyes shut. There was nothing she could do to change what had occurred. She could only relive it, and trying out different endings as if she could have a do-over hadn’t accomplished anything except make her feel even more foolish. There were no do-overs in real life. What had happened had happened and that was it.

  Maybe she could make herself invisible instead. She opened her eyes and looked down. Nope! It hadn’t worked; she could still see herself.

  She really hoped no one from the studio had witnessed her hasty retreat out the emergency exit, and she was especially thankful that the thing didn’t have an alarm attached to it. If no one else saw, then maybe she could pretend it had never happened, but Lee knew so that wasn’t going to work, either.

  She had texted Evana because she knew the woman wouldn’t question her further and she wasn’t going to be in the mood any time soon to discuss the particulars of what had happened.

  What must Lee think of her now after she bolted out of there like a crazy person?

  Her cell buzzed and she half expected it to be Evana texting to check on her, but the text was from an unknown number.

  Vehn: it's lee r u ok?

  Holy shit! She hadn’t expected to ever hear from him again, much less receive a text less than 10 minutes after making a spectacle out of herself, barreling out of there like a total freak. Callie wondered, too, who the traitor was that had given this man her number. Her response was slow in coming.

  Callie: yes.

  Vehn: i didn't mean to upset u.

  Annnnnnnnnd… her heart just back flipped off her rib cage.

  Callie: u didn't. i was embarrassed. don't do stuff like that with Guys i just meet.

  Vehn: me neither.

  Callie: so u don't usually do stuff with guys u just meet?

  Vehn: lol. r u mad at me? just wanted to kiss u. didn't mean 4 it to get out of hand.

  Callie: not mad ☺

  Vehn: will u be at work on tues? t wants me to take pics of e tatt.

  Callie: yep. i guess i get to finally see your face.

  Vehn: well i hope you like it ;)

  Callie: :))

  Vehn: can i call and text u until then?

  Callie: yes plz.

  She had to hold in the squeal that suddenly swelled inside of her. Her giddiness escalated, leaving no more room for the embarrassment she had been feeling. She couldn’t believe he still wanted to see her, and that had to mean he didn’t think she was a total weirdo!

  Vehn: :p

  Vehn: this is t’s cell so no nudes ;) i’ll text u my # 4 those.

  Callie: lol☺! i'm home.

  Vehn: u behind locked door?

  Callie: not yet.

  She quickly paid the cabby out of her little purse she had hidden inside her costume. Too excited to wait on the elevator, she raced up the stairs two at a time as if she was wearing tennis shoes instead of high-heeled black leather boots to her third-floor condo. Her hand shook from the rush of adrenaline that had propelled her up th
e stairs as she unlocked the door.

  Callie: ok. i’m locked in at home ;)

  Callie brought up Evana’s contact information, remembering to send her a text letting her know she was home safe. After Evana’s response, she switched back to Lee.

  Vehn: party not as much fun now u gone

  Callie: aww so sweet.

  Vehn: that’s me, sweet.

  Callie: yes i know, i tasted you ;)

  Vehn: anytime ;))

  Callie: no sharing! that sweet is mine.

  Vehn: claiming your territory?

  Callie: shall i pee on your leg?

  Callie laughed out loud, throwing herself on the bed, loving the flirty exchange.

  Vehn: lol sounds kinky. i promise no sharing i'm all yours

  Callie: good

  Callie let out a squeal, unable to hold it back this time. That new crush excitement was bubbling up inside of her, the thrill of it thrumming through her veins.

  Vehn: t ready to go. talk to u soon. g’night callie.

  Callie: g'night lee.

  Tuesday was a long, long way away, Callie thought as she began removing her costume.

  After taking a quick shower, she jumped into bed with a huge grin on her face. So much for sleep that night! She wasn't going to be able to shut off her brain from sending snapshots of fantasy men she thought Lee might look like.

  She was still a little embarrassed about acting like a straight-up whore. She had allowed a stranger in a freaking mask to shove his tongue down her throat and dry hump her until they both came. She groaned, pulling the covers up over her head as if that was going to somehow shield her from her own embarrassment.

  Sheesh! Was she so desperate for affection that she craved the touch of a complete stranger?

  She wasn’t sure what it was about him that had her crushing on him already.

  Thankfully, her subconscious saved her from taking their make-out session to the next level. She didn’t know what she would have allowed him to do if they were alone.

  No, that wasn't true. She knew exactly what she would have done. She would have had him hard and deep, and not given two shits about the consequences, especially after she had copped a feel of his gigantic cock. The damn thing was so freaking large she would swear she felt his pulse, and her clit was definitely not allergic!