by LS Anders
Just as soon as Vehn handed the guy his fare, the cab started to move away. Zeroing in on the entrance that would take him to Callie, he barely registered the squeal of the tires as the guy pulled back onto the street as if he was glad to be rid of him.
Vehn bent forward at the waist, his arm outstretched as far as he could reach to push the intercom call button before the rest of his body even had a chance to catch up. He must have looked ridiculous, but he really didn’t care.
He had been everywhere that morning, shooting panoramic views of the Manhattan skyline for his first paying photography gig. That was just about the only thing that had kept him from showing up extremely early for his lunch date with Callie. He wondered if she was as eager to see him as he was to see her.
“Hey, Vehn. Come on up.”
He opted to take the stairs and not wait on the elevator this time, really not caring whether he appeared impatient to see her. It had been 48 long fucking hours with minimal texting, and he was desperate.
So desperate, in fact, that when she answered the intercom, he swore she sounded out of breath, as if she had been out jogging. Maybe she had been, and he was early. He checked his watch as he pushed through the door from the stairwell into the hall on her floor. Nope, he was right on time.
Before he could knock, her door swung open. She grabbed a handful of his coat, dragged him inside her condo and slammed shut the door.
She was a beautiful mess. Her glorious auburn hair was wild around her face and shoulders. The huge natural curls were a little fuzzy, as if she had just gotten out of bed. She was barely wearing any clothes; her short silk robe had been hastily tied and hung off kilter. The thigh-high socks she was wearing were all twisted around her legs. She was breathing heavily, her cheeks a little ruddy.
“Are you al—”
Before he could finish, she slammed her mouth over his, greedily kissing him and clawing at his clothes. The buttons on his coat were torn free, bouncing on the wood floor in all directions. The time to go slow had just came to a screeching halt!
Her desperation seeped into him, quickly matching hers. Breaking the kiss, he grabbed her by the ass, hauling her up. She instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist.
He needed to be inside her! The console table in the foyer was as far as his patience allowed him to go. Setting her down on the narrow top, he was elated to see she was already panty-less, and by the look of her swollen lips and glistening entrance, she had been working herself out long before he had ever made it to her door.
She made quick work of unbuckling his belt and began tearing at the zipper on his jeans. Once there, he yanked everything down his thighs. They both groaned from the contact when Callie grabbed hold, taking ownership of his cock.
Removing her legs from around his waist, he gripped one ankle, drawing her leg out straight and above his shoulder. The other, he palmed behind her knee, pushing her thighs wide apart and pinning her to the table, her back against the wall.
He salivated and swallowed hard as he took a moment to admire the view of her spread out before him. She was panting. Her glazed eyes were saturated with lust. Her dewy flesh was swollen with need and completely exposed to him. Her feminine arousal hung heavy in the air. One of her breasts was uncovered, the pink tip tightly puckered and begging for his attention. She was the most erotic thing he had ever seen. Beyond beautiful in her heightened state of desire.
That cocksucker ex of hers had claimed she was fat when she was anything but! She was extremely curvy, with large, full teardrop-shaped breasts tipped with the most perfect rosebud nipples he had ever laid eyes on. Her waist was so small one of his hands could span the width of it. Her tummy was taut, giving way to the outrageous flare of her voluptuous hips and the swell of her perfect ass.
Vehn warred with himself; he wanted to do everything at once, from burying his face between her creamy thighs and devouring her until she came all over his face to sucking the hard peak of her nipple into his mouth while sinking his fingers deep inside her wetness just to feel the satiny softness of her inner walls before he flipped her over to drive his rock-hard length into her from behind. Her perfectly rounded ass high up in the air was one of his favorite views.
Fisting his cock, she began pumping him, drawing out a bead of pre-cum that made her moan and wet her lips at the sight.
“Please, Vehn,” she pleaded, biting down on her bottom lip as a large drop of her feminine moisture escaped her engorged lips to drip down the crevice of her curvy ass cheek.
She glided the plump head of his cock over her glistening entrance, gently tugging as she tried in vain to get him to push inside and fill her. “I love the feel of you against me, but it’s not enough. I need you to fuck me, and I want you to fuck me hard!”
Her confession shattered any self-control he might have had left, making him slam roughly into her. She was already beyond primed for him, her pussy making that deliciously erotic slushy sound, when he pulled back and plunged himself inside.
A guttural moan erupted from her slightly parted lips as he set a brutal pace, giving her hungry pussy the pounding it needed. The camera bag he’d strapped across his chest hung free at his waist, bumping in time against his butt as he drilled into her.
He had almost forgotten how good she felt, how wet she always was for him, and that amazing sound her soaking wet sex made when he drove into her nearly sent him over the edge. He loved that sound. He loved the dripping wetness that ran down his balls from her responsive little pussy.
The hem of his shirt was already saturated from it, clinging to his stomach when he flipped her over and bent her at the waist towards the table. She placed her palms on the top like he knew she would, and he nudged her feet wide apart, making her moan in approval. He shoved her short silk robe up around her waist and exposed her gorgeous ass, then teased her with the head of his cock, slapping it against her slit.
“Vehn,” she breathed.
“You’ve been a dirty girl today,” he teased, plunging two fingers inside and pumping her hard and fast before abruptly leaving her. “Have you been masturbating all morning?”
He playfully slapped her on one perfect ass cheek when she didn’t answer right away, leaving behind some of the wetness that had collected on his fingers.
“Answer me, dirty girl, and I’ll give you more of what you want.”
He continued to tease her by lightly touching her outer lips with the tips of his fingers. Her hips flexed and she pushed back towards him, wanting more.
“Yes.”
“Why? What were you thinking about?” Vehn’s hot breath stirred the unruly curls hanging in her face as he spoke close to her ear, his balls brushing softly against her thigh. “Be honest with your answer and I’ll taste that delectable pussy of yours.”
“Yes,” she moaned out. “I had a dream about you, and I woke up so horny I couldn’t stop touching myself.”
Good fucking answer!
Dropping to his knees behind her, he spread her cheeks wide, attacking her flesh with his lips and tongue. Latching onto her clit with his teeth, he suckled the sensitive bud, driving two fingers in deep and finding a rhythm he knew was sure to make her climax. The mewling noises coming from her throat let him know he was doing it right, and just as her slick walls began to contract, he abruptly withdrew.
“No, don’t stop,” she whimpered.
“Sorry, sweetheart, but when I make you cum, it will be all over my dick.” He gripped his cock in one hand. She was impossibly wet when he slid just the head inside her, pushing it in and popping it back out until he couldn’t take his own teasing any longer.
“Hang on, sexy Callie, this is gonna be a rough ride.” Grabbing hold of the fleshiest part of her hips, he impaled her over and over again, lifting her feet off the floor with each forward thrust.
Callie gripped the edges of the table, holding herself up as his balls slapped hard against her clit.
Throwing her head back, she screamed out his name
. Her back arched dramatically as her slick walls clamped down so tight around him with her explosive orgasm that he wondered if she was cutting off his circulation. But he was right there with her, his abs clenching up tight, his knees nearly buckling with his own release.
He was reluctant to leave her warmth but was badly in need of a bed before he fell to the floor. That orgasm had zapped every ounce of energy he had in his entire body.
“Let’s go crash in your room for a little bit before we head out.” Jacking up his pants, Vehn gathered her up in his arms and carried her to the bed she had trashed trying to satisfy herself.
She created some sort of order out of the mess while he stripped out of his clothes. She looked as wiped out as he felt. Climbing in first, she held open the blanket when he slid in next to her, then covered them both. Vehn pulled her on top of him, and they both fell into a heavy sleep.
They stayed like that, unmoving, for a few hours, until Vehn’s insatiable cock woke them both. Spreading her thighs over his hips, he slipped easily inside her. Even in sleep, her pussy was wet for him.
Who needed foreplay when your woman’s pussy was its own personal lube factory?
He let her set the rhythm, and she rode him slow and deep. Her eyes would briefly close on the downward slide, then she’d rock against his pelvis before she lifted herself up again. It turned him on like nothing else watching how much she enjoyed having him inside her.
Fucking her always brought out his dirty talking side, but this was not the time for that. The soulful look in her eyes as she watched him was all about lovemaking, like she was giving a piece of herself over to him. Sealing them together as one. A union of the souls.
She came first, breathing harshly through the spasms, her hips convulsing in waves.
He came on a groan, trying hard not to break eye contact with her. His wasn’t an explosive orgasm like earlier, but it was nonetheless powerful.
“I love you.”
Vehn wasn’t sure who had said it first, but they had said it together. To each other. Those three little words had been the most powerful thing on Earth, for him anyway.
He was currently in the middle of one of the last shoots he would ever do in his modeling career, but that wasn’t what all the inner sun-beaming was all about. Callie had said she loved him and nothing else on the planet could compare to the unbelievable swell of happiness those three little words had made him feel.
The three models in the shoot with him kept commenting on how happy he looked, and the bossy one was even narcissistic enough to think that it was because he was shooting with her.
Let her think it. What did he care anyway? He couldn’t even remember her damn name and didn’t care to know it. His modeling career was coming to an end, his photography career was beginning to bud even though he was still in school, and the woman he loved, loved him back.
He couldn’t be happier, except for maybe his mom, who was probably still jumping up and down from when he had broken the news to her that he had finally found the one. His ear was still ringing from her squealing into the phone over the news.
His dad had to still be nursing the heart attack she no doubt had given him with her over enthusiastic response to him having finally found a real girlfriend. Then, she damn near hyperventilated when he told her to get out the family albums, especially the ones of him as a Cub Scout, because he was bringing Callie home for a short visit to meet his family and show her around his hometown.
He had managed to talk Callie into taking a few days off. She didn’t want to leave Exotic Ink shorthanded, but Evana had convinced her to go since the new artist, Gabriel, had already started and was settling in as if the studio were his second home. Plus, he had used the excuse that they both needed a break away from the city and the media frenzy that seemed to have multiplied overnight.
The mess Regina had created remained headline news in the entertainment industry. Vehn supposed the media didn’t have anything else to feed the public at that moment, so his story was it.
Plus, his upcoming retirement was to end with a huge new campaign for D&G. The latest swimwear designs would be launched in a couple of months for the upcoming summer. He would be long retired by the time the photos he was posing for right at this very moment would be featured in magazines all over the world.
“It’s really a shame you’re leaving the business. You won’t have another opportunity to shoot with me again.”
Was she fucking joking?
Taking a deep drink from the water bottle the assistant handed to him after the shoot was finally over gave him a moment to collect his thoughts before he opened his mouth and something rude flew out of it.
If there was ever still a question as to whether or not he should retire, this one girl standing right here in front of him with her snarky remarks and self-absorbed attitude would have been the deciding factor to definitely go ahead with his plans.
“Yeah, that’s a real shame, but I’m sure you’ll do just fine without me.”
His sarcasm was obviously lost on her, if the broad smile that stretched across her almost pretty face was any indication. He left her to boss around the other two girls while he made his way back to the changing room, anxious to pile on his winter garb. Her eye-fucking was beginning to make his skin crawl.
He left the dressing room, planning to chat with the photographer before he headed home, but the nasty little twit was lying in wait, leaning against the wall outside his door, seemingly scrolling through God only knew what on her phone. What she could possibly want? He hadn’t a clue, nor did he give a shit.
“I wanted to ask you something.”
Here we go!
“Yes?” At this point, he was doing his best to be nice to her and not roll his eyes.
“That girl, the one you were caught with on that rooftop? I know you told the press you were dating her and were never really engaged to Regina, but were you serious or were you just trying to not hurt her feelings? I mean, you’re such a nice guy and all.”
“What?” Vehn shook his head trying to make some kind of sense out of what this bitch was driving at.
“Well, you know.” She lifted her shoulder, flashing him a coy grin. “She’s not exactly your type.”
“And what type might that be?” Anger was beginning to boil just below the surface. What was it with these model types that made them think their shit didn’t stink?
“Well, you know… to be completely honest, she’s fat. I mean, Regina was a much better match for you than that fat redhead.”
Rage dropped like a transparent red film over his eyes. Luckily, the photographer happened to be headed his way and grabbed him around the waist, pulling him back just before he lunged towards her. Otherwise, he wasn’t sure what he would have done if he’d had gotten his hands around her damn throat.
“Now you listen here, you scrawny-assed bitch! Callie is nowhere near fat. She’s a thousand times more beautiful than the likes of you, and she has the soul to match.” Vehn was right in her face, having dragged the photographer along with him. “You will never make it in this industry. You wanna know why? You’re already developing a reputation for being difficult to work with. No. One. Will. Want. To. Hire. You. And you’re not pretty enough to get away with acting like a bitch! Feel fortunate you were able to land this gig. I have no doubt it will be one of your last.”
He had to get the hell out of there and get some air. Shaking off the photographer, Vehn straightened his coat. “Sorry, Jessie, I’ll have to call you later. Thanks for another great shoot, but I’m glad it’s my last.”
As he shook the photographer’s hand, his glare never wavered from the horrified model who had pressed her back as close to the wall as she could get. Gone was the self-absorbed brat. He would have felt sorry for her if she hadn’t earned every single word of the verbal beat-down he had just given her.
“If you ever see my Callie out, make sure you cross the street, and remember that you’re not good enough to even be
in her presence or even breathe the same air as her,” Vehn continued, never once stopping for breath. “The only reason you feel the need to boss other models around and verbally cut down my girlfriend is that you’re one of those people who has to stand on the backs of others to feel better about yourself, because you have such low self-esteem. Try being nice. It will get you a lot further!”
With that, he left the studio and hit the busy Manhattan sidewalk. Callie was still at work, but spending hours listening to that model with the superiority complex break down the other two girls and then decide she had the right to talk shit about his woman was enough to leave him feeling completely raw.
That girl reminded him so much of how Callie had described Ryder's treatment of her. Even though she hadn’t been there to witness the exchange, he just wanted to put his arms around her and kiss her just as a reminder that he loved her and was thinking about her. A text message just wasn’t going to cut it. He needed to make physical contact.
My Callie. That was what he’d said to that narcissistic twit. He’d always thought of Callie that way.
The cog wheels inside his brain turned, slowly clicking into place. It all became clear, as if he had been in a fog that now had been lifted. The way was perfectly clear to him now. She was his. The only thing left to do now was make it official.
Crossing the street at W Broadway, he made his way towards Exotic Ink. He was now on a mission. His long legs were eating up the distance when he abruptly stopped, people behind him nearly running into his back. Pedestrians shot him dirty looks as they had to sidestep around him.
The thing that had caught his attention winked at him again from the store window. Drawn towards the store front, he was now so close to the glass his breath left a foggy circle behind as he exhaled.
It was gorgeous!
It was freaking huge!
