Vehn (Exotic Ink Book 1)

by LS Anders

  As for her panty-changing rating system? Well he had surpassed that. Once he’d planted that beautiful mouth of his over hers and began that delicious roll of his hips, there was nothing left to change.

  Why? Because, they had melted right the fuck off her body! As in complete and utter disintegration. As in nothing left to change. Gone! Turned to molten liquid.

  Then she had cum so hard she wouldn’t be surprised if her uterus had been turned inside out. She couldn’t even begin to imagine the orgasm she would have had if it had been around his cock.

  Just thinking about how he felt on top of her and the size of his erection was making her rub her thighs together. She was already hot and wet again. Guess she was going to have to take care of business before she could get any sleep.

  Her hand slowly found its way to her stomach, but stopped, unsure she should go lower. She felt utterly ridiculous. The feeling so foreign, it was absurd. She’d never had trouble touching herself before. What was she doing, saving herself for Lee?

  “Sheesh, Callie, it's not like this is the first time. Like he’s going to care if I rub one out,” she chided herself.

  Sighing in defeat, she slipped her hand inside her panties and touched the soft lips of her sex. She felt her moisture already beginning to leak out and slipped a finger inside. She arched up off the bed from the contact, a vivid image of Lee firmly in place.

  She closed her eyes, remembering his scent, the taste of his lips, the feel of his hard body against hers, his roaming hands cupping her breasts, squeezing her ass. She imagined she had removed his mask, but still couldn’t make out his facial features. Then their costumes vanished and they were both naked, with him buried deep inside her as they thrust against each other.

  Her finger wasn’t enough, so she slipped a second inside and pumped herself faster. She was so close, but her fingers were only fueling her need to have more inside her. She wanted that feeling of fullness, of being stretch tight the way she knew Lee would fill her.

  Disengaging, she threw back the covers and raced to her walk-in closet where she had stashed a 10-inch extra thick dildo she had received as a gag gift from her BFF, Dylan.

  Thank you, Dylan!

  Not able to wait, so hot and needy, she assumed a wide stance and slid the toy in easily on a moan. Penetrating herself over and over with deep, smooth thrusts, she tried to replicate the exquisite roll of Lee’s hips.

  Oh. Fuck. Yes!

  This was exactly what she needed, this thickness that filled her up and stretched her, this length that touched her deep inside. It didn’t take long before she was cuming hard, her hips jerking forward as she clenched around the skin-like silicone.

  Her upper body cut through the rows of clothes as she threw a hand out to steady herself against the wall. She could feel her release running down the insides of her thighs as she continued to pump the dildo in and out.

  Backing up until she felt the wall behind her, she attached the toy to it using the suction cup on the end. Bending over at the waist, she rolled her hips working the thing in and out of her pussy. With the silicone extremely slippery from how horny the thoughts of Lee were making her, and at this angle, she could push the toy in deeper. The feeling was so good her knees began to buckle.

  She dropped lower, reattaching the toy, so she was doggie style. On all fours, she backed up slowly until the realistic looking head touched her slick opening, the silicone warm from being inside her body. She slowly eased the head inside until she felt the hard ridge, then pulled away wondering how long she could hold out teasing herself.

  Once more and… she slammed backed against the huge toy, taking it as deep as her body would allow. It stung as it hit bottom, but she didn’t care. It felt too damn good to stop as she impaled herself over and over again until she was moaning and panting out another orgasm.

  Why had she been hiding this wonderful plaything in her closet all this time?

  She wasn’t sure how many times she had made herself cum in every position she imagined Lee would fuck her in, but by the time she had worn herself out, clothes were strewn all over the closet floor, some still hanging lopsided on the hangers.

  Lying on her back with one foot propped up on the doorjamb and the other outstretched to the side, she tried to catch her breath. The dildo had slipped free and every muscle in her body was relaxed. She couldn’t remember a time when she had worn her pussy out like she had that night.

  Taking a deep breath, she decided to give herself another moment before she dragged her sorry ass to bed— gasping and sitting bolt upright, she was shocked out of her orgasmic stupor.

  Growling, she fisted the offending silk, tossing it aside, but ended up laughing at the ridiculous position she found herself in when the blouse dropped off its hanger onto her face.

  “You’re not going to tell me anything about him at all? C’mon, Tegan. Pleeeeeease!” Callie executed her best pouty look, even sticking out her bottom lip.

  “Nope. You’re gonna see him for yourself soon anyway. Why spoil the surprise?”

  “You totally suck, you know that?”

  Tegan shrugged and went back to setting up his equipment.

  “Hey, Tegan, your client’s here. You want me to send her on back?” Avie asked.

  Callie growled at Avie for saving him from her inquisition. In return, she got the most angelic look she had ever seen.

  “No, that’s ok. I’ll go up and get her. Thanks, Avie,” Tegan said, brushing past Callie where she stood in his doorway.

  She had been working on him for a good 30 minutes, but her inquiries had fallen on deaf ears. Just short of strapping him down to the break room table, using water torture and fear of drowning to get him to answer, she had gotten nowhere with her insistent questioning.

  Turning to leave, she stopped dead in her tracks, blinking hard against the blinding radiance that was being reflected off the rock on Avie’s finger by the overhead lights.

  Mouth working like a guppy's, she grabbed the hand with the ring and dragged it along with Avie next door to Cale’s room.

  “Are you responsible for this?” she asked, holding Avie’s hand out towards him.

  Cale gave Avie a look of uncertainty before nodding his head at Callie.

  Dropping Avie’s hand, Callie shook him by the shoulders, rattling his teeth. “You couldn’t call a bitch?”

  “You’ve been so caught up in mystery man, I didn’t think to tell you,” Cale explained.

  Callie pulled him into a tight hug. “Congratulations. I’m so happy for you guys.”

  Avie blinked back tears as emotion cracked Callie’s voice, while Cale just tried to breathe through the bone-crushing hug.

  Cale grabbed for the table, catching himself when Callie abruptly released him, high-tailing it to the break room. She wasn’t about to make a complete ass of herself by crying in front of him. No way was she going to give him any ammunition to make fun of her later. Callie knew he wouldn’t be cruel enough to tease her now, when the emotion was real. No, he would wait until later and tease her about it afterwards, because that’s how little brothers worked.

  Opening the break room door, she found Evana standing precariously on a step ladder, attaching white sheeting from the ceiling to use as a backdrop for the photographs Lee was going to take of her tattoo for Tegan’s debut artwork.

  Tegan had insisted on sharing the credit with Kyle, since they both had worked on the piece. He thought it would only be fair. Just another reason why Callie liked the guy.

  No one else had mentioned this, and she wasn’t about to, but he reminded her a little of Kyle with his long black hair and bad boy looks. Which made it even more surprising that Evana hadn’t made a play for him. Except for his first day of work when she had seen them googly eyeing each other in his work space, the lady seemed to be keeping her distance.

  Anyway, Callie had no doubt he would soon have several other pieces hanging in the shop. His work was amazing, and he had instantly integrated
into the shop, like he had always been there. No transition at all. He had just walked in, unpacked, and blended right in.

  Avie and Cale had already booked appointments with him, and Callie was going to jump on that band wagon once she decided exactly what she was going to get. She knew it would be a shoulder piece using one of several designs he had already drawn for her, but they were all so good, she was having a difficult time narrowing it down to just one.

  She had decided that, after a year of therapy, she wanted something to represent and remind her of how far she had come and how much she had grown into a stronger person since the end of her relationship with Ryder.

  She was surrounded by great tattooists, and it wasn’t that she thought the other artists wouldn’t be able to do a fabulous piece. Evana had already done a beautiful cover-up design over a tragic looking rendition of Wonder Woman she had inked back in her animated super hero days on the swell of her right hip and Rayna had tattooed the Asian inspired Mehndi-like designs she had on the top of each foot that extended up above and to the outside of her ankles. There was just something special about Tegan’s work that she wanted it permanently on her skin.

  Callie rushed over to the ladder before Evana tipped herself over as she extended her reach way past the safe zone.

  “Thanks, girlie,” Evana said before noticing her unshed tears. “Are you ok?”

  “Yes. Those two brats didn’t tell me they had gotten engaged.”

  “He dropped to one knee and proposed at the Halloween party. Sorry you missed it,” Evana said, frowning.

  “Yeah, me too. That sucks. I missed out on a perfectly good Kodak moment of Cale on his knees.”

  She did regret leaving so abruptly instead of getting to know Lee better, especially now that she knew he didn’t think she was a psycho for running out on him. But, to make up for it, they had spent a great deal of time in the interim texting and talking. No pics though. She couldn’t seem to talk him into sending her one. He kept saying he wanted it to be a surprise when they saw each other, “unmasked.”

  She had enjoyed their phone calls and flirty texts immensely. She couldn’t wait to finally put a face to the man she had been masturbating to for the last couple of days. She had put that poor dildo through its paces. It was a wonder she hadn’t broken the damn thing.

  “So, you must be excited to meet Lee face to face.”

  “I’m glad I get to meet with him again in person before our date Saturday, so I won’t be so nervous. And that tight-lipped bastard, Tegan, won’t tell me anything about him!” Callie bitched.

  Evana laughed, climbing down off the ladder.

  “So, what’s the deal with you and Tegan?” Callie questioned.

  “No deal. There is no me and Tegan.”

  “I’m surprised the two of you didn’t hit it off. I thought I saw a little something between you two the first day.”

  “Well, firstly, I’m his boss, and that in itself should be reason enough. And, you must have misinterpreted whatever it was you thought you saw on that first day,” Evana said, spreading out the backdrop.

  “So, no ‘zing’?”

  “Nope. Nada. I won’t be changing my panties, either. He’s a great looking guy and really nice, but he just doesn’t do it for me. Grab that end for me, would you?”

  The pair spread out the backdrop that Tegan had brought with him, provided by Lee for the photos.

  “I suppose it’s a good thing I’m not interested in him, since he can’t keep his eyes off Rayna,” Evana mentioned.

  “Yeah, I’m surprised that girl isn’t already pregnant with all the eye-fucking Tegan’s been doing,” Callie said, snickering.

  “I’m under the impression that she wants to take it slowly if she decides to jump into another relationship, especially after Brent.”

  Callie’s interest peaked at this new bit of information. Tegan wasn’t the only one who was being tight lipped. Cale and Avie had been about their engagement, and now Evana.

  What gives?

  She seemed to be the only one left in the dark. Her attention so consumed with thoughts of Lee, she must have developed a few blind spots. She usually tweaked to what was going on around her, missing nothing.

  “Really? And was this impression told to you by a certain long-legged blonde with big dove-grey eyes? Because I have personally seen this girl undress Tegan multiple times with her eyes when she thinks no one is looking, so I’m not buying the whole, ‘she may not be interested' bullshit.”

  “I didn’t say she wasn’t interested,” Evana hedged. “But, let’s just say, I know what she’s going through just losing a spouse. And trying to get back in the dating game is not always that easy.”

  “Um, pardon me, Evana, but your fairytale marriage is in no way comparable to her nightmarish one. As far as I’m concerned, no one would blame her if she hooked up with Tegan. I mean, damn, come on, he’s smoking hot. He can’t keep his eyes off her. She can’t stop staring at him, and her dead husband was a two-timing piece of shit that didn’t want to have sex with his own wife. I think they should fuck each other’s brains out and live happily ever after, but that’s just my opinion.”

  After working at Exotic Ink for over four years, Callie was sure Evana had gotten used to her bluntness by now. Apparently not, since Evana had to clear her throat before she could speak. “Well, I don’t know, Callie. I’m sure they will figure it out.”

  Wait just a damn minute! That was a slight blush creeping up her neck. Evana knew something and was holding out on her. She was sure of it.

  “What do you know that you’re not telling me?” Callie narrowed her eyes accusingly.

  “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

  “Yes, you do! I can see you blushing. Let’s hear it.” Callie starred hard at her boss hoping to catch another clue as to what she was being intentionally left out of.

  “You’re imagining things.” Evana dismissed her questioning with a wave of her elegant hand and continued to get the space ready for the shoot.

  “Am I? I don’t think so.”

  “So, where did you say Lee was taking you on your date?”

  “You’re deflecting,” Callie accused, but decided that maybe Rayna had told Evana something in confidence that she didn’t want repeated. Those two had been friends for a lot longer than she and Evana, and her boss could be trusted with secrets.

  She had always kept her mouth closed when Callie was going through her mess with Ryder, that apocalyptic douche bag, and she hadn’t heard a word about her early departure from the Halloween party. She knew she had Evana to thank for that. If that were the case, she could totally respect Evana for her discretion. So, she reluctantly dropped the subject.

  “I never said where he was taking me because I don’t even know. He did say it would be magical and a night I would not soon forget.” Callie touched the top of her head, twirling around like a ballerina.

  “Well, that certainly sounds exciting!” Evana giggled.

  “I know! I can’t wait until Saturday night! I have no doubt that the rest of this week is gonna drag by,” Callie said, checking her watch for the two-millionth time that day. “Ok, he should be here any minute, and I need to get my laundry folded and my room set up. Do you need help with anything else in here?”

  Evana looked around the break room. “Nope. I think we’re good to go.”

  Callie emptied out the dryer into her basket and carried the load back to her space. She had gone the extra mile with her room redesign and had special draping’s made from super soft spa-like material for her clients' comfort instead of the paper ones everybody else used.

  Occasionally, she would look up and admire her photo of Vehn while she folded. “Sorry, baby, but I might have to take you down if a serious relationship with this new guy works out. I wouldn’t want him to get jealous.”

  Sighing heavily, she returned to her task, when a familiar voice in more ways than one said, “How did you manage to get this? You wer
en’t the raffle winner. Like I said at the party, I would have remembered you.”

  Inside her brain, a collision between Lee’s voice that she recognized from the party and the multitude of phone calls and Vehn’s voice from the speech at the charity event hit head on!

  Snapshots of the last few days flashed through her brain making her dizzy: the make-out session at the party, all the text messages sent back and forth, all the phone calls that lasted late into the night. The whole time it had been Vehn? Her fantasy man made real? Shit like this did not happen to her. Ever. This had to be a mistake. Vehn Mathieu was not Lee. No freaking way!

  She turned slowly to find Vehn—or was it Lee—standing in her doorway. Nope, that was definitely Vehn.

  She had studied photographs of him long enough to know that face and that long chocolate brown hair anywhere. How had she missed the identical features between the unmasked portion of Lee’s face and the square jaw line and contour of Vehn’s lips? She had to be a complete idiot not to have recognized him after so many times of studying his face.

  Wow, and he was even better looking in 3 dimensions! She thought to herself.

  Callie vaguely registered Avie’s needling, “I never thought the words rendered speechless would ever be associated with Callie, but there you go. Hey, Vehn, do you think you could come around more often so we can get a break from her insistent chattering?”

  “I know this is a shock, Callie, and I should have told you who I really was before now. Please don’t be mad. I had my reasons…”

  Every muscle in her body became rigid from the realization that she had talked, flirted, kissed, and totally made out with Vehn Mathieu! Her knees locked and her vision began to fade. The white noise inside her ears increased to the point where the rest of what he was saying faded off into the background. The last thing she remembered thinking was how he could remain upright while the room was listing to the side.