Vehn (Exotic Ink Book 1)

by LS Anders

  Ok, this was moving way faster and way beyond what he had meant to happen. He wondered if it would always be like this with her, always completely out of control.

  He slipped another finger inside her without breaking his rhythm. Her hot juices were wetting his palm, and her pussy was making the most wonderful messy sound as he pumped his fingers in and out of her.

  She was now almost fully on her back in the corner of the loveseat, having slid down as she spread her legs farther apart to give him better access. He increased his rhythm to match the one she had found on his cock. He hadn’t touched her clit yet, only dipping his fingers into her wetness and then withdrawing almost fully before plunging back inside her heat as she curled her hips tight on every inward stroke. She seemed to be getting wetter, and her feminine scent was growing stronger by the second.

  Their tongues were sliding against one another, doing a wicked dance of their own. He loved the way she tasted, the way her lips felt, the smoothness of the inside of her mouth. Her moans and gasps of pleasure were driving him over the fucking edge of sanity. He needed to be inside her. Now!

  “Oh God, Callie, I want to fuck you so bad.” Apparently, his cock now had a voice of its own, because he had really not meant to say that out loud.

  “Please,” she answered him, raising her knees higher and to the side to accommodate him.

  Unbuckling his belt and popping the top button, she pushed his pants and briefs down farther, freeing his cock.

  All other thoughts lost, he shoved her dress to her waist, pulled her panties to the side and plunged inside her drenched pussy. Holy hell, she was so hot and slippery. His balls tightened immediately, but he was determined to stave off his orgasm for as long as he could. He wanted to go slow and savor her, but there would be none of that this time.

  Luckily, she was right there with him, her head thrown back, moaning out his name as he pumped into her. She gripped his ass with both hands, encouraging him to move harder, faster.

  In turn, he gripped her hip in one hand, elevating her slightly, and held himself above her with the other. The one foot he had planted firmly on the ground found purchase, and he dug in, hammering her hard, his balls slapping against her ass.

  There was no way he was going to last much longer. Releasing her hip, he touched his thumb to her clit, wanting her to explode around his cock. She came almost instantly. Her slick walls gripped his cock like a satin vise, his smooth, even strokes faltering as he came along with her.

  When he had moaned out those words, almost pleading, “Oh God, Callie, I want to fuck you so bad,” her resolve to wait to have sex completely dissolved. Her good intentions melted away leaving her bare to an all-consuming need to have him buried deep.

  She couldn’t get his pants down fast enough, and when he entered her for the first time on one smooth stroke she wouldn’t have cared if the whole damn world was watching. He felt beyond good as he stretched and filled her, his cock ramming her hard, hitting all her most sensitive spots, a sensation beyond anything she could have imagined.

  Not even the extra-large dildo had come close to doing what this man’s cock was capable of. She felt like she couldn’t get her legs spread far enough apart and would have been mortified at the sloshy sounds her pussy was making if she wasn’t so turned on.

  She dug her nails into his ass so she could meet his thrusts; she wanted him deeper, harder. She was reaching for that peak of eruption, but at the same time wanted to stay in this blissful erotic dance with him for as long as possible. She lost that battle when he rubbed his thumb across her clit and her pussy exploded around him.

  Vehn half-collapsed on top of her, pulling her with him so they were lying on their sides, drawing her leg up around his waist. He pulled the blanket that had fallen to the side up to her shoulders and placed a gentle kiss on her forehead. They lay in each other’s arms gently kissing and enjoying their post-orgasmic bliss.

  Callie felt him still buried inside of her, the previous urgency replaced with utter contentment. Closing her eyes, she nuzzled his neck inhaling his clean spicy scent deep into her lungs.

  * * *

  Much later, she came awake slowly when a sexy male voice whispered her name. A delicious fullness was nestled inside her, causing her to leisurely grind her hips against the warm hard body pressed against her.

  “Damn, girl, if you keep doing that, I’ll pay to spend the night out here. We fell asleep,” Vehn was saying. “I guess we'd better straighten ourselves up before we head down to the car.”

  His words, “pay to spend the night”, shocked her into remembering where she was and whom she was with, and how she had acted like a complete slut.

  OMG! She'd had sex with Vehn!

  On the rooftop, where anyone with a camera and a zoom lens could see, with wait staff from the restaurant within hearing range, on their first date and then, she had promptly fallen asleep!

  He must think she was a total whore!

  When she jerked and made a move to get up, he held her tightly.

  “No running away from me this time.” When she kept her eyes tightly shut, he gently brushed her hair away from her face, playfully kissing the tip of her nose. “Open your eyes and look at me, sweetheart.”

  She turned her head toward the cushion, trying to hide from him. There was no way in hell she could make eye contact with him right now.

  “Callie,” he said gently, but allowed her to hide her face. “It was my fault, not yours. I hope you don’t regret what we did, because I don’t. And I don’t think badly of you.”

  She was beginning to feel a little less embarrassed. Her heart skipped a beat as she opened her eyes to gaze into the tenderness she found in his green gaze. His hair was in disarray around his head, the rumpled look making him appear younger, and that boyish grin he was sporting was melting her damn heart.

  That innocent grin turned naughty as she felt his cock begin to thicken inside her. She was unable to stifle a moan, and her hips rolled of their own accord.

  “We can’t do this again out here, Vehn.” Her pussy clenched his hardening cock in protest to her words, making him grind himself deeper into her.

  “You’re right.” He withdrew almost completely before slowly pushing his way back inside her welcoming warmth. She felt every solid inch of him. Her good intentions disappeared as he slowly re-sheathed himself.

  “We should leave now and go back to your place and finish this in a real bed, where I can get you completely naked and spread your thighs wider. Would you like that, my beautiful Callie?” He thrust hard into her.

  “Would you like me to spread your thighs wide and fuck your wet little pussy hard until you cum all over me again and again?”

  Her voice was lost to her at the heady sensation he was slowly rekindling back to feverish life. Oh God, she felt a rush of fresh wetness flood around his cock at his unexpected dirty pillow talk. Apparently, he felt it, too.

  “Oh yeah, that’s my girl. I can feel your hot juices dripping down my balls.” He captured her mouth with his as he began pounding into her, setting a punishing rhythm.

  She knew this was what she had missed out on at the Halloween party. He was rolling his hips exactly the same as he had when they had made out in the alcove at the club.

  He broke the kiss and sat back on his knees, pulling her tightly to him. She held onto his broad shoulders as she sat astride his lap.

  He gripped the fleshiest part of her ass with both hands, helping her grind hard against him. They moved together, seeking that explosive bliss once more. Their lips and tongues entwined in a slippery dance, sucking, licking, and nipping as they found a rhythm that would take them over the edge.

  The blanket had fallen away, leaving them exposed, but she didn’t give a shit. All she wanted was to enjoy this extraordinary feeling only he could make her feel for as long as it would last. Which, given how sexually attracted to him she was, wouldn’t be for too much longer.

  She had never gotten this wor
ked up over wanting a man inside her before; it was as if she was in heat. She was sloshy wet, her thighs drenched in her lust for him.

  It wasn’t just his cock that turned her on, it was everything about him. His scent, his deep resonating voice, the way his body felt against hers. And every time she met his thrust, her clit would drag across his lower abs. She wanted to watch those muscles flex while he was fucking her.

  She growled out her frustration as she tried to no avail to undo the buttons on his shirt. Giving her what she wanted, he paused just long enough to force the two halves of his shirt apart, buttons flying in all directions.

  She held tight to the nape of his neck, looking down at where their bodies were joined, watching his abs flex as his huge cock was being lathered up as he repeatedly penetrated her.

  She ran her hand over the ridges of his chiseled belly, getting even more turned on as his muscles flexed under her palm making her pussy send out a new surge of fluid. She had to be soaking his pants, but he really didn’t seem to care and even groaned approvingly at the added lubricant her body cascaded out.

  “That’s my girl. Cum all over me,” he breathed as the slick walls of her pussy began clenching tightly around his shaft.

  Callie buried her face in the crook of his neck as her orgasm crashed over her in waves. She felt him grip her ass tighter and shorten his strokes as he emptied himself inside her. He didn’t seem ready to let her go as he held her tightly to him while they floated down from their mutual high.

  “Aren’t those the same damn clothes you had on when you left here Saturday night?” Tegan sneered at Vehn the moment he walked through the door Sunday evening.

  After the weekend he had spent with his Callie, there was nothing that could bring Vehn's head down from the clouds. Not even Tegan's noxious mood.

  “You’re so observant, T. You know, standing that close to the TV is gonna hurt your eyes.” Vehn gave him a cheeky grin.

  The man had some serious pent-up frustration that assuredly had to do with a certain blonde-headed tattoo artist. Poor Tegan. Vehn had thought for sure they were really going to hit it off.

  “I’m gonna take a shower and then we’re gonna have drinks on the terrace, so go turn on the outdoor heater.”

  Tegan turned away from where he was standing, about a foot away from the television. His hair was mussed, he had a beer in one hand, and he was watching an MMA fight.

  “Good, because you smell like pussy,” Tegan snapped. “Are we celebrating you finally getting laid?”

  “You’re such an asshole, dude.” Vehn laughed, bounding down the stairs to his room.

  “Don’t call me dude, dick!” Tegan shouted after him.

  Vehn was still chuckling over Tegan’s retort when he reached his room. He quickly stripped out of his wrinkled attire, smiling to himself as he recounted his overnight stay with Callie. He noticed absently his pants had so much of her on them, they had taken on an overly starched appearance.

  Damn, that girl was insatiable, and that was not in any way, shape, or form a complaint.

  After the restaurant, they had returned to her place. He had stayed with her Saturday night and most of that day. They had talked, laughed, kissed, fucked, and occasionally they would stop to eat or get a drink, and then they were back at it all over again. He had been really impressed with his own ability to perform as much as he had during their marathon-o-sex.

  Sleep had not been on the agenda. He should have been exhausted, but he wasn't. He was still cresting on an adrenaline high from the wave of excitement over the newness of their relationship and knew, once he came down, he would sleep like the dead.

  He had been well used, his lower back slightly stiff. His muscles and tendons were all loose as hell. His balls were a little sore from the multitude of squeeze-and-releases, but other than that, he felt fan-fucking-tastic.

  Amazingly, he was sporting a semi-erection just from her scent on his clothes. Picturing her lush body and the way she sounded moaning out his name when she came for him was making his cock twitch back to life.

  He could still feel how perfectly her silky sex hugged his shaft. She would get so wet and deliciously slippery, lathering up his cock and thighs like nobody else ever had. She was the most responsive girl he had ever been with.

  But even better, she was the most real. He couldn’t wait to introduce her to his parents. His mom was gonna love her!

  Crossing the room to his private bath, he caught a whiff of her scent again. Wow, Tegan was right; he really did smell like pussy. Very sweet pussy. He decided on a really cold shower to dissuade his cock from needing any more attention.

  They had showered together at her place, but the soap and rinse routine had evolved into something more erotic very quickly. He had tasted her before he left, making her cum all over his face. He was sure her juices were in his hair, because he could still smell her feminine fragrance as if she were right there with him. He hated to wash it off, but his cock really needed a break and he wasn’t about to jerk off.

  Stepping into the shower, he sucked in a harsh breath as the frigid water hit his skin like a thousand icy needles, deflating his erection instantly. Forcing himself to endure the cold, he quickly worked his hair into a thick lather, gritting his teeth against the sting from the fingernail marks she had left on his ass and back of his thighs as the suds slid lazily down his backside.

  Yet again, not a complaint.

  He had a photoshoot tomorrow, so the make-up artist was going to have her work cut out for her with the cover-up. Oops! His bad.

  He briskly toweled off after his extremely swift, artic shower, and although he knew he shouldn’t, that it was kind of pathetic and needy, he decided to send Callie a text. His hand hovered just above his phone where it lay on the bed. Abruptly drawing his hand away, he paused for a moment, reconsidering.

  Wasn’t there a rule of thumb, like a requisite amount of time you were supposed to wait before making contact after a first date? But was it still considered the first date since he had stayed overnight?

  Throwing on pajama bottoms and a t-shirt, he rushed back over to the bed and snatched up the cell. He had come to the conclusion that any waiting period was null and void due to the overnight stay, because technically the time he had spent with her that day counted as the second date. He hurriedly typed out a text before he could change his own mind.

  Vehn: what r u doin?

  Callie: thinking about u ;)

  Vehn: really? was it dirty?

  Callie: maybe :)

  Vehn: i miss u already :( is that lame?

  Vehn rubbed the center of his chest. Sitting on the edge of the bed, he stared hard at the screen, willing her answer to appear. Fuck me! He was already falling in love with this girl in just over a week. Was that even possible?

  He was beginning to worry that she hadn't texted back yet. His knee bounced up and down—his body's way of purging the anxiety over what her answer would be once she did answer. If she answered!

  For the most part, he felt good about their new-found romance, but was still a little concerned over a conversation they’d had over the lack of condom use. They hadn't used any that first time.

  She must have been mulling it over in the car on the way to her place, because she reluctantly broached the subject once they'd arrived. She had apologized to him for not having him use one, and then went on to reassure him that she was clean.

  She’d said she had been tested negative for everything under the sun after her last boyfriend, and there was no way she could get pregnant since she had an IUD.

  He had felt like a complete ass that he hadn't been prepared and was shocked she had apologized to him for not having one handy when that special moment had happened. He should have been the one to apologize to her! He felt it should have been his responsibility, but at the time it was all happening, a condom was the farthest thing from his mind.

  She had to have been worried about his recent break-up with Regina. He had been,
too; that was why he had hightailed it to the doctor soon after to make sure the wretched little lesbian hadn't left him with a nasty parting gift.

  Fuck! He wished he could unsend that text. Why wasn’t there an unsend button? Now she was going to think he was a clingy needy freak. And what if, now that she was alone and had had time to think it all through, she was mad at him because he had potentially put her at risk for contracting an STD?

  Ok, there's the bubble. She's answering! Vehn silently celebrated.

  Suspense became a living thing crawling annoyingly over every single inch of his skin. He jumped up, pacing around the room, wondering what her answer would be. Abruptly, the bubble stopped and… nothing!

  Fuuuuuck!

  “Heater’s on. Waitin’ on you, bro!” Tegan yelled down from the top step.

  “Be right there! Keep your panties on, duuuuude,” Vehn yelled back, intentionally over-enunciating the name Tegan despised, his own edginess making him want to share his anxiety with an already twitchy Tegan.

  “I told you to stop calling me dude!”

  Vehn yelped and whirled around, expecting him to answer from the top step, not from inside his room. Before he could react, Tegan flew at him, tackling him to the ground. His cell skittered across the hard wood floor, binging out a text as it hit. No doubt it was the text he had been painfully waiting for.

  Tegan had him in a hold he had never been able to get out of before, but getting to that phone gave him an extra boost of adrenaline.

  The guy was obviously feeling squirrely that night, but Vehn had sheer determination on his side, and he knew from past experience when Tegan was in a funky mood, he wouldn't let up. So Vehn would be stuck there for a while unless he could get himself free.

  Pulling from some inner reserve of strength he didn’t know he had until now, he twisted his body around and broke Tegan’s usually unbreakable hold.

  “I’m impressed,” Tegan said, smacking him on the head. “Now get your ass up here. I’m impressed by that damn heater, too. Didn’t think it would work like you said now that it’s colder, but it’s actually fucking awesome…”