Vehn (Exotic Ink Book 1)

by LS Anders

  If she hadn’t cried out his name, he would have known the moment of her orgasm because it was dripping off his chin as he kept tonguing her deep.

  “Vehn, please…” she begged again. Her entire body had gone rag-doll limp. “I can’t take anymore.”

  Slowly licking his way over her clit, he paused to suck the little nub in between his lips, causing her limp body to stiffen and arch.

  “Mmm…” he groaned, lapping at her, “you taste delicious. Mmmm, Callie-licious.”

  Focusing all his attention on her hardened clit, he was determined to make her cum again. He could tell by her breathing when she was getting close to unraveling for a second time, but he cruelly pulled away, leaving her wanting.

  “Not yet, sexy Callie,” he teased. Laying her hips on the bed, he spread her thighs in a wide sprawl. “I want you wrapped around my cock next time I make you cum.”

  Determined to go slow this time, he entered her one inch at a time, until his balls were pushed tight up against her gorgeous ass. He held himself above her and ground into her heat. He managed a few more steady stokes, but it was so agonizingly sweet he didn’t think he could keep up the leisurely pace. She seemed to agree and dug her little nails into his ass to get him moving.

  When he started to pump harder into her, she moaned out his name with every slam home. His strokes were more controlled and a slightly slower speed than they had been before, but the hits nonetheless brutal.

  He brought them both close to orgasm, but then pulled out abruptly. She made a sobbing sound of protest and then yelped when he flipped her over onto her stomach, grabbing her hips and bringing her up on her knees. “Hell, yes. Let’s see that beautiful ass of yours, Callie-licious.”

  He rubbed the head of his cock against her glistening lips. Frustrated with his teasing, she began to push back and rock against him. He held himself still and let her take him deep into her hot little pussy, allowing her to take control. Looking down, he watched his cock slide in and out of her slippery depths. She rolled her hips, slamming back against him, setting her own punishing rhythm.

  “Oh, yeah! Fuck me, Callie. Use my cock to make your sweet pussy cum.”

  The more he talked, the wetter she got, and she was currently slathering up his cock quite nicely. He loved the sounds of her sloppy sex as she soaked him, and her lusty moans as she moved against him.

  He had been surprised at the filth that had dribbled out of his own mouth the first time they’d had sex, and thankfully, she hadn’t asked him to stop. Never had he talked dirty to anyone before then. He just couldn’t stop; it was like his mouth went on autopilot when his cock was buried inside of her.

  Destination? Smutville.

  Her back arched up like that of a cat ready to be petted as she came on a moan, her slick walls gripping his cock greedily. The flood from her orgasm flowed out from around his cock and ran down his balls in hot rivulets. At that point, he took control, digging his fingers into the fleshiest part of her hips and pounding into her over and over until he brought them both to that ragged edge again, riding out more euphoric waves of pleasure.

  Vehn collapsed next to her on the bed, gathering her close. Callie snuggled into him burying her face in his neck. She fit him perfectly, better than he could have ever imagined a woman could suit him.

  “I meant to smear that chocolate mousse on you and lick it off, but I got carried away and forgot,” she said, kissing his neck and breathing in his scent.

  “You’re forgiven.” Vehn kissed the top of her head, smiling into her hair.

  “So, what do you want to do now?”

  “Give me ten minutes and we can do all that over again.”

  “Sheesh, that looooooong! Really?”

  Vehn playfully swatted her on the butt and rolled her over, pinning her hands above her head.

  “You are an insolent little minx,” he played, nuzzling her neck and placing a sloppy wet kiss there.

  “Ewwwww,” Callie squealed.

  “Did you just ewwwww my kiss?” Callie was laughing too hard to answer him. “You know, I distinctly remember you being extremely ticklish.”

  “Nooooo, Vehn! Please don’t. I’ve had too much to eat. I swear I will throw up all over you.”

  He had relentlessly abused her newly found ticklish spot on Sunday, and she had taken it like a trooper, but after she'd explained how bad she really did hate it, he swore never to do it again. He always kept his promises, but he was still naughty enough to tease her, giving her just enough wiggle room so she could scramble out from under him and off the bed.

  “Come back here, girlie. I won’t tickle you,” he promised, crooking a finger at her.

  She took a step towards him and he faked a lunge while holding up his crossed fingers he had hidden behind his back. Vehn bellowed out a laugh at the surprised look on her face just before she jumped out of his reach.

  “I’m sorry, Callie,” he apologized, still laughing. He held up both hands and kneed his way to the foot of the bed. “I promise I won’t tickle you. I know how much you hate it. I just couldn’t resist teasing you.”

  Callie backed away from him until she hit the wall with an audible, “Oof”.

  Vehn popped off the bed and stalked towards her until they were toe to toe. He cupped her face in both his big warm palms, lightly kissing her.

  “You promise?”

  “Yes. I promise,” he swore, raining kisses all over her face.

  Resting his forehead against hers, he caressed her cheek beneath his fingertips before recapturing her mouth with his. Finishing the kiss, he brushed his lips across hers in a whisper almost too soft to feel, but enough to make her shiver.

  “Are you cold?” he asked, his tongue darting out to trace her bottom lip, causing her to shiver once more.

  “No,” she replied, sucking in her bottom lip as if to capture the taste of him.

  Vehn pulled back just enough so they could look at each other without going cross-eyed, tracing her features with his eyes. She was such a beautiful girl and so fucking sweet.

  She was the one.

  The ache that squeezed his soul and radiated out into his extremities was all the confirmation he needed. He was in love, and the intensity of it was almost to the point of being painfully uncomfortable.

  He had been in love one other time in his life, but that teenage puppy love was nothing like this. This was full-on, all-encompassing, soul deep and down to the marrow, life altering, never to be the same again kind of love. He would swear the same was reflected in her own eyes, but he was too damn afraid to look too closely.

  Instead, he pulled her to him, wrapping her in his arms. He wanted desperately to tell her how he felt, but was terrified to hear his feelings vocalized. Afraid that he was mistaken about what he saw in her eyes or maybe that she wasn’t as into him as he was with her.

  She had been a diluted version of herself since his unmasking. He kept waiting, hoping she would shift back into the charismatic, over the top chatter bug he had fallen for at the Halloween party. He was beginning to see glimpses of that girl the longer they were around each other, and it was only a matter of time before she completely demolished the wall she had built up around herself.

  “So, I gotta see this jam-packed closet of yours. It can’t be worse than mine.”

  Pulling back, he gave her a crooked grin, glad she had lightened the mood. “Oh, it is.” He took her hand and led her over to the first set of doors that slid open to his wall-o-closet, and had to chuckle at her gasp. “Told ya. Brace yourself, it gets worse from here.”

  Vehn continued down, opening the various doors and drawers that made up the built-in closet that lined the entire hallway wall leading into his bedroom, revealing every piece of a gentleman’s attire known to man, from suits to shorts and sweaters to shoes.

  “I never took you for a clothes whore.”

  Callie’s eyes were huge as she took in the massive selection of men’s wear. She would randomly touch the sleeve of
a hanging shirt or something folded that had caught her eye as she made her way down to him. Her large breasts swayed as she walked... which he really liked.

  “In my own defense, most of these clothes were given to me by the designer I modeled for. Mostly D&G, so this is not entirely my fault.”

  “Wow, they just give you clothes?” Callie looked at him incredulously.

  “Sometimes. It’s free advertising for them, especially if a photo of me wearing their brand gets snapped in public.”

  “Huh, I never thought of that. Makes sense. I have no room to judge. You haven’t seen the room with my shoe collection.”

  He grinned at her. “We were a little preoccupied with each other to take a tour of your condo. Will you show me next time we’re at your place?”

  “You want to come back?” she asked, more a shocked statement than a question.

  “Of course. Why wouldn’t I? Unless you don’t want me to.”

  “No. I do want you to. It just… you know. My place is so blah, and your place is so wow.”

  “There is absolutely nothing wrong with your condo, Callie,” he said, giving her a stern look before wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her in for a hug. “Stop being so critical of yourself, I like everything about you.”

  “Ok,” she breathed, looking up at him through her lashes.

  Hugging him closer, she laid the side of her face against his chest. Resting his cheek on the top of her head, he noted how nice it was that she was so tall that he didn’t have to crane his neck down to reach her. And how good her little waist felt underneath his palm where it rested on the small of her back. And how wonderful her voluminous breasts felt pressed just under his pecs. And the way her body responded to his whenever he…

  OK, enough of that! Clearly his other brain was trying to take charge again.

  Besides all the physical attraction, he did crave her company like he had no other woman. She had captured and held his attention with her vibrant personality the moment they'd met.

  The walls of her insecurity she had built around herself were crumbling the more time they spent together, revealing the Callie he had met at the Halloween party. He was going to be patient with her, no matter how long it took for her to feel safe enough around him to show her complete self.

  He knew there would still be a bit of awkwardness between them for a while when they first saw each other, because new love was like that. They were still in the very early stages of their new romance, and even he wasn't entirely comfortable around her yet.

  He was still hypersensitive to every nuance of her. He'd lain awake many nights with a goofy grin on his face, hitting the rewind button of their latest encounter over and over again, reliving every aspect as if it were the most important event to ever take place on the freaking planet. Well, that was what it was like for him, and he hoped she shared that. Hoped that it wasn’t just lust-driven on her end.

  She seemed to be genuinely interested in him, which was one thing he had been looking for in a woman, but Regina had been that way, too, at first. However, his new relationship with Callie didn’t feel the same as when he’d first met Regina. Callie was more genuine, while Regina had always had an aura of falsity around her. A real gem versus a cubic zirconia. There was no comparison.

  He needed to just set that shit aside; Callie was not Regina. She wasn’t fame-driven and trying to get her picture on a magazine cover. Callie was quite the opposite. She wanted to avoid the paparazzi meat grinder as much as he wanted her to, knowing those vultures were capable of breaking her.

  “Oh, look. Here’s your Spiderman costume,” she commented, fingering the mask, then drawing it out from where it lay on the body of the costume.

  He looked over, turning his face towards the closet and resting his other cheek on her silky hair.

  “You know what would be fun?” She lifted her head, smiling wickedly up at him. “You could wear this mask while we have sex and pretend we’re back at the Halloween party in the alcove.”

  Her words hit him like a dose of Viagra. His length brushed against her leg as it instantly hardened.

  “Mmmmm… does that mean you agree?” Callie held the mask out for him to take.

  He didn’t answer. Instead, he turned them both around, trapping her body between the wall and his own. He took the mask from her hand, shoved his hair behind his ears, and pulled it down over his face. She lifted the bottom edge, the same as he had that night, pulling him down for a kiss. He hooked one leg then the other under her knees, lifting her up.

  He wasn’t aware of ever having a homing device implanted in the head of his cock, but it found its way to her entrance as soon as she was hovering above it. He slid into her already slick center in one smooth stroke, never breaking their kiss. Her orgasm was almost immediate. Her slick walls gripped him tight after two strokes, milking out his orgasm.

  “I think you might have a thing for masks. A fetish perhaps? What other superheroes do you like?” he inquired through his post orgasm panting.

  “Just you. You're the only superhero I want.”

  Fuck! Talk about having his head swell and his heart stop all the same damn time.

  “Callie, you are the sweetest woman on the freaking planet. Even your pussy is sweet.”

  Laughing at her shocked gasp, he carried her over to the bed with his cock still nestled happily inside of her. He was reluctant to disengage, so he opted to remain buried inside her warmth. He settled her astride his lap as he sat down.

  “We almost forgot about dessert,” he said, handing her a dish and keeping one for himself.

  Neither one of them felt like making the short journey to the kitchen to retrieve the spoons they had forgotten. Plus, Vehn had heard Tegan moving around upstairs, and going up naked—albeit funny—he was certain his roommate wouldn’t appreciate the view. So they decided to improvise and finger-paint each other with the concoction, which led to a great deal of licking. Which led to another round of mutual oral gratification. Which led to changing the sheets and a tandem shower. He never knew chocolate mousse could be so much fun.

  Callie sighed, nuzzling his neck. She had fallen asleep almost as soon as she had laid her head down. She fit so perfectly cuddled up in the crook of his arm.

  The warmth of her steady even breathing brushing across his neck should have lulled him to sleep, but his brain was having none of that. The way she'd acted when they'd first arrived was still freaking him out. She did seem to have recovered from her moment of anxiety, but he could still see the uncertainty in her eyes.

  He had laid his whole heart on the chopping block and hoped the chance he had taken with her wasn’t going to kill him.

  The camera lens winked in the lights thrown from the surrounding apartments as Freda waited from her rooftop perch on the building across the courtyard for any more activity in Vehn’s penthouse. Although she was hidden in shadow and was certain no one could see her, she still felt the need to squat down as close to the roof as possible while trying to become one with the HVAC unit she was huddled against.

  Glancing down at the glow-in-the dark hands on her watch, she decided to give it ten more minutes before calling it a night. Her breath floated around her in cloudy white puffs as she tugged the knit cap farther down over her ears. Shivering, she gnashed her teeth together against the icy chill of the stiff November breeze that cut across the roof like a frozen knife scoring everything in its path.

  Winter was in the air. She could smell it along with the cold hard cash she would soon be earning from the sale of those photos. She didn’t give two shits who the highest bidder was, but whoever forked out the most money was going to get an exclusive story, and with a heavy like Vehn Mathieu as the feature, she was sure to cash in. Plus, this would launch her photography career into outer space.

  Looking down at herself, she smirked at her attire. Talk about a burglar starter kit. She was sure to start a new trend in fall fashion sporting this solid black head-to-toe robber coutur
e.

  Shaking her head, she kept the chuckle to herself. How she had managed to allow herself to get mixed up in this mess with her new lover was anyone’s guess. No, she knew how she had wound up on a second stake-out, watching and photographing Vehn with his new girlfriend. It was a side effect from being pussy whipped. Yep! It was official. It could happen to women as well as men!

  It had come as quite a shock to them both when Vehn had unexpectedly stopped by Regina’s apartment to end their relationship. The sudden break-up was not in Regina’s well laid-out plans, so they had to come up with plan B on the fly. And plan B had involved Freda following around the supermodel hoping to discover any dirty little tidbit that could be amplified into a huge pile of shit for Regina to stand on in order to recapture the attention of the media and help put her career back on the fast track.

  Freda had taken along her camera to capture photographic evidence in order to help support the story they were going to manufacture from whatever she discovered. These photos were the last ingredient they needed to create the perfectly fabricated concoction they were planning to spoon feed to the media. They were positive every tiny morsel of this bullshit would be devoured and savored.

  What a story this was going to be! Shock waves from this titan of humility falling off his damn pedestal were going to be felt for fucking years.

  Vehn Mathieu was rocking the whole nice guy persona thing. The one you could bring home to meet the parents. Perfect husband material. The media had always portrayed him as the good-natured boy next door. The one man on the planet that any father would be happy to relinquish their daughter to after walking her down the aisle.

  She couldn’t recall ever reading anything bad about him, which was unusual for someone of his ginormous celebrity. The media had always showered him in compliments, whether it was singing his praises about his involvement in the latest charity event, commenting on how humble he was over his latest magazine cover or some other such goody-two-shoes horse shit.