by LS Anders
“You’re so quiet. Is there anything wrong?” In the days that had passed since his unmasking, Vehn couldn’t help but notice she had been acting differently towards him.
Although, she didn’t seem to have trouble chatting him up over the phone and texts. Sometimes, she would even slip up and call him Lee. But in person she was more subdued, her personality more diluted than it had been at the Halloween party. He hoped this wasn't going to be the norm. Her vibrancy was one of the things he most liked about her. To be fair to her, this was only the second time since the party that they'd met in person so, naturally, she would be a little nervous. He just prayed it was new-relationship nerves and not the star-struck kind.
“Sorry, but you kind of make me nervous.”
“You kind of make me nervous, too.” He gave her a lopsided grin. “Did I tell you how beautiful you look?”
“You did, several times, and I can't help but blush every time you say it.” Placing her hands on her cheeks, she shook her head. “See, there I go again.”
“Well, you do. I like your hair up, and that dress looks phenomenal on you...” Vehn's voice trailed off as he took in her expression. “Do compliments always make you sad or is it just when I do it?”
“Sorry, I just...” Callie frowned, looking away.
“What? Callie, talk to me. What is it?” he asked, reaching across the table.
“I had help getting ready. E did my hair and make-up, and Avie found me this incredible dress. If it wasn’t for them, I wouldn’t look nearly this cute.”
He chuckled at her admission.
“I don't care if you had help with your hair or didn't pick out your dress. You look amazing. Besides, that's what friends are for, right?”
“Would you mind if I moved over there with you? The table seems so much bigger now that we’ve sat down.”
“Yes, please do.” Vehn moved to stand up, waving off the staff that had been alerted into action at their movements, and rearranged her chair and place setting next to his. “You can have my seat next to the window. It’s already warmed up.”
Callie took his seat and gave him a sheepish look as he sat down next to her.
“I need to talk to you.” Her look had turned serious.
Wanting to lighten her mood, he lifted her chin and kissed both sides of her mouth. She pulled away, taking his hand away from her chin but caressing his fingers as she held it in her lap.
“You’re so distracting. I don't… I don't know how to date you.” At his confusion, she added, “I can't afford to dress like this every time we go out.”
His look turned to one of understanding. “I don't care what you wear swee—”
Interrupting him, she vehemently added, “Well, the public will! I don't want to be criticized because I wore something off the rack.”
“Hey, hey, hey,” he said, trying to calm her, “you shouldn't care what anybody else thinks.”
Funny how his girlfriend situation had changed from a chick that only wanted to be seen with him to one that wanted nothing more than to not be seen together.
“Well that's easy for you to say. You can afford expensive shit to wear. Sorry, I'm being such a bitch,” she said, ducking her head. “And the white-glove service also kind of makes me uncomfortable.”
He leaned in, whispering, “It kind of does me, too. I've never really felt comfortable with another dude’s hand that close to my crotch, even if it is just to lay a napkin there.”
She slapped a hand over her mouth to contain her laughter.
Vehn was glad to see her smile again and wished he hadn’t gone so overboard with planning their first date, but he really did just want to impress her. After his unmasking, he knew she might struggle with his celebrity. Hell, he could see it on her face right now.
“Look, Callie,” he began, assuming an authoritative tone, “I'm going to continue to see you, and I do get your concerns. To be honest, I was worried about dating you in public, and not because I was afraid of your wardrobe selection, but because I don't want to share you with anyone else. I just want a romance that isn’t plastered all over the place the day after. I want my private life to stay private. So, for our second date, you should come to my house where I can cook you dinner. That way we can have complete privacy, and you can wear whatever the hell you want... or, just come naked.”
“Does that line usually work on other women, Mr. Mathieu?”
“I don't know. It's the first time I've ever used it. I'll let you know at the end of our second date. So, will you go out with me again?” he asked, threading their fingers together and holding their joined hands firmly in her lap.
She assumed a bored expression, rolling her eyes to the ceiling. “I suppose.”
Vehn squeezed her hand, shaking his head at her teasing. “I foresee a spanking in your future, insolent little girl,” he threatened, before signaling the waiter.
“You think so, huh? Don't make promises unless you plan on keeping them,” Callie returned his threat.
Now, this was more like it! This was the flirty Callie he had fallen so hard for at the Halloween party and through all the air waves they had shared. The fortification she'd built around herself was beginning to crumble.
Once they placed their drink orders with the waiter, Callie took one look at the menu and tasked Vehn with placing their orders. He had eaten there several times before, so he knew the food was not only ornate but exceptional. Unable to decide on one dish, he'd ended up ordering the chef’s tasting menu for both of them. He decided to play it safe since he didn't know her well enough yet to make a decision for her, and this would give her lots of options.
“So, I’ve been meaning to ask you where the name Vehn came from.”
“It’s my mother’s maiden name. They wanted a girl and hadn’t picked out any boy names, so I got stuck with her maiden name, and my father’s first name as my middle,” Vehn explained.
“Why didn’t they just make you a Jr?”
“Because they were afraid people would call me that,” he laughed.
The food arrived, and even though he had not actually prepared it himself, the look of adoration she bestowed on him swelled his chest. He had definitely chosen the perfect restaurant. He made a mental note that she was taking a special interest in the white tuna. As for him, all his focus remained solely on her, so he might as well have been eating cardboard for all it mattered.
As they chatted more over dinner, he was falling helplessly in love with her. Her interest in his past and wanting to get to know him was making him want to carve out a place in his own heart just for her to occupy.
Once the dishes were cleared away and before she realized his intentions, he'd cupped her face in both his hands and kissed her soundly. Her lips parted for him on a moan, and he did not waste the opportunity to plunge his tongue inside, tasting her. The red wine they were sharing tasted even better on her lips than it did in his glass.
Not caring if the wait staff would see them, he placed his hands around her small waist, drawing her closer to him. He felt her fingers delve into his hair, kneading it in great handfuls as if she'd been waiting forever to touch it and then couldn’t get enough. Once they separated, her lips still followed him like a magnet.
“What was that for?” she breathed against his lips.
“Just had the urge.”
“Well, I like your urges.”
The waiter discretely announced that dessert was ready whenever they were.
“Great! Thanks, we'll head up now.”
Callie looked at him strangely. “Up?”
“Come with me, beautiful.” Grabbing her hand, he led her over to an elevator in the back of the restaurant. She looked at him quizzically the entire trip up, but he just smiled at her and tucked her closer to his side.
Once the car stopped, the doors opened to reveal a small room decorated much the same as the restaurant’s sophisticated yet romantic setting. The waiter stood next to the only other door, smiled and ope
ned the way out onto the roof as they stepped forward.
“Wow!” Callie’s eyes were huge as she took in the pergola embellished with a thousand tiny twinkling lights and draped with flowing sheer curtains.
As they followed the path lined with illuminated paper lanterns, the seating arrangement came into view. It was exactly what he imagined it would look like.
There was a curved overstuffed loveseat with a leather upholstered coffee table-sized ottoman. Over to the right were a bistro table and chairs with the same linen set up as the restaurant below. Faux flickering candles were strategically placed on the table and ottoman, all against the backdrop of an incredible view of the city.
As they stepped inside the pergola, they were greeted with warmth from forced air that was being delivered through unseen piping.
“They set this up for special occasions,” Vehn explained when she didn’t comment further. “Why don’t we take the loveseat until dessert comes?”
The waiter handed Vehn the dessert menus and a thin square pager that could be used when they were ready to order or needed anything, otherwise they would have complete privacy. They settled into the incredibly romantic setting. Vehn pulled out a plush throw from a basket next to the loveseat and spread it over their laps, handing Callie a menu.
“Are you warm enough?”
“Yes, thanks.”
That awestruck look was slowly creeping back onto Callie's face. He really had overdone this date. Not that she wasn't worth every extravagance his mind could conjure, because he would lay the whole damn world at her feet if he could. He just knew she was more down to earth and would have appreciated a less complex date.
Trying to bring her back into the moment with him, he asked, “So, what looks good to you?”
He'd meant the menu, but the wicked grin she laid on him suggested she wasn’t thinking about dessert. Well, she was, but just not in the food sort of way. Her eyes had locked onto his broad shoulders and were currently roaming over his lap, taking in his long, outstretched legs. His body instantly tensed and his cock simultaneously hardened. She was sizing him up to be devoured.
Now all he could think about was finding out what she was wearing underneath that dress and what it would feel like to press her back into the loveseat with the weight of his body. He needed a distraction fast before his fantasy became reality. He didn’t want her to think he had brought her up here for that reason, even though that seemed to be where her mind had wandered off to, as well.
Remembering he was still holding onto the menu, he sidled up closer to her and circled his arm loosely around her shoulders, opening it so they could both look at it together.
“Everything I’ve tried so far has been really good, so I don’t think you’ll go wrong with whatever you decide.”
Moving closer to her was definitely not a good move if he planned on keeping this date chaste. Being closer, he was able to inhale more of Callie's delicious fragrance that he had gotten a whiff of while they were having dinner. Her scent was delicate, not an overpowering one. Some women made the mistake of using too much perfume, but not her. Whatever she was wearing, it was like an aphrodisiac to his entire being.
His eyes shifted from the menu to the neckline of her dress. It was a little low, but not slutty. She had such fabulously lush cleavage he was having a difficult time holding back his groan of approval, and the garment was just provocative enough to make him want to growl at her like an animal.
What he really wanted to do was bury his nose in her neck and inhale her rich auburn curls while he buried his hardened flesh deep inside her. His cock twitched its approval at that idea. He was going to have to discreetly make an adjustment soon, before his briefs completely cut off the circulation in his favorite appendage.
“We should have dessert at the table; it would easier over there.” Yeah, easier on his dick. Pushing the pager to alert the waiter, he pulled the ends on his jacket together before standing, making sure his hardened member stayed hidden from view.
“Um, ok,” she said, sounding a little confused at his abrupt change of seating arrangements.
Vehn offered her his hand, escorting her over to the intimate bistro set. Smiling down at her as he pushed in her chair, he noticed that her eyes had taken on a glassy sheen and her lips were slightly parted, as if she were just as turned on by him as he was by her.
The waiter was at Vehn’s elbow before he could even blink. Since neither one of them had actually taken the time to look over the menu, they decided on another tasting menu and cappuccinos.
Enjoying the view of the city, they were seemingly making idle conversation while they waited, but the air between them had taken on a heady sexual thickness. He would swear her scent had changed, too, becoming a little more feminine. He couldn’t help but wonder if that meant she was getting as wet as the growing spot of pre-cum on his briefs.
His cock had become a living thing with a mind all its own and made sure to pulse in time with his heartbeat so it wouldn’t be ignored. The way her eyes kept roaming over him and lingered on his lap was making him wonder if she knew how turned on he was right now.
Dessert arrived, and they were blessedly alone again, only now he had toppings for her lips that he could lick off.
Only kissing. Only kissing. Only kissing, Vehn silently reminded himself. Every time he repeated this inside his brain, his balls would tighten in protest and his cock would leak a little bead of pre-cum.
“Wow, this looks amazing!” Again, her lingering gaze fell to his lap.
If she didn’t stop her staring soon, he was going to show her just how amazing it was!
Ok...Vehn! Get control of your cock’s thoughts, he internally chided himself.
“Yes, it does,” he said, his eyes settling on her gorgeous cleavage. Was it his imagination or did she just lean forward to give him a better view?
Dessert, Vehn, focus on getting through dessert.
Dragging his eyes away from her amazing voluminous flesh, he chose to dip his finger in what he had to assume was chocolate mousse. He didn’t want to spoil the sexually infused moment between them by using utensils.
Bringing his finger to her lips, he locked eyes with hers. The heat he saw there made his heart stop and his hips roll involuntarily.
His cock went on high alert, jumping in his pants. If the damn thing had hands and a mouth, it would be holding one up, shouting, “Me next! Me next!”
His hand shook a little as he watched her part her delectable lips and take what he offered between them. She made a little moan as her tongue swirled around and suckled his finger before he slowly withdrew, pressing down on her full lower lip as he went.
She smiled at him, and he watched in rapt fascination as the tip of her little pink tongue traced the fullness of her lips, sucking the lower one inside, dragging her teeth across the fleshiest part.
“Did you like it?” came his deep, throaty inquiry.
Was that his voice or had he just made another trip through puberty?
“Yes, I did,” she answered, dipping her finger in the same dessert he had. “Now it’s your turn.”
Her eyes seemed more luminous now than they had been earlier. He hoped that was a sign she wanted him as much as he wanted her.
He closed his mouth around her slim finger and held her hand lightly, so she wouldn’t pull away before he was done toying with her. He alternated between swirling his tongue around the perimeter and cupping it, gently sucking.
He noted her breathing had become more erratic, or was that just his? After he pulled her finger free, she reached up with her other hand and traced the outline of his lips. She seemed to be fixated on his mouth, and he was totally good with that.
Deciding it was time for a different kind of dessert, he rose to his feet and led her back over to the loveseat. Sitting down, he pulled the throw over their legs again and moved in closer, crowding her in the corner. He wanted to go slow with her, but this all-consuming need to get close to her and
taste her lips won out.
He kissed her lightly at first, testing to see how far she would let him go. Technically, they were alone, but they were still in a public place. Of course, sex was on his brain front and center, but he would rather wait until they were in a bed so he could properly explore her. However, heavy petting wasn’t out of the question.
His hand found its own way under the hem of her dress, caressing the outside of her thigh. She tangled her hands in his hair as if she couldn’t wait to dig her fingers into the stuff, then she smoothed her hand over his jaw and ran her fingers along the corner of his mouth, feeling where their lips were joined.
“Mmmmmm, your skin is so smooth,” she moaned.
“Freshly shaven just a little while ago. Mmmmmmm, your skin is smooth, too,” he groaned, his hand making another trip higher up on her thigh to her hip. His fingers grazed over the thin silken string on her panties.
“Freshly shaven just a little while ago.” She grinned against his lips and moved her legs wider apart.
He took that as an open invitation to move his hand to the inside of her thigh and farther up to cup her pussy. The silk of her panties was already soaked through with her wetness.
“You’re so wet,” he groaned against her lips.
“It’s all your fault,” she accused, grinding her pussy into his hand.
“I have no problem taking the blame.”
They both moaned from the contact as he pushed her panties aside and slipped a finger inside her moist heat.
“Am I going too fast?” God, he hoped not! He had never wanted any other woman like he did Callie right the fuck now. He could only imagine how good her slippery channel would feel wrapped tightly around his throbbing cock.
“No, don’t stop.” She placed her hand over his, trapping it there.
When he began to move his hand again, she let her thighs fall open and her hands roam, exploring him everywhere within her reach. He sucked in a harsh breath when she gave his cock a gentle squeeze, stroking him on the outside of his pants before she unzipped and reached inside, seeking out his rock-hard flesh. He moaned as she found him and began working him, her palm becoming slippery with his pre-cum.