by LS Anders
He wanted so badly to jump back in where they had left off. He’d give anything to feel secure about their relationship, but he was terrified she wouldn’t be able to handle the media and the bullshit lies they dished out to make money at other people’s expense.
He had never really had any major trouble with the paparazzi other than this latest Regina-induced bullshit. Other than that, it had been silly speculation with a photo or two of him with a date or some random girl they tried to exploit as a new love interest.
Even though he was going to be officially retired at the first of the year, he was still planning to participate in charity events. Which meant he would still be seen with other women, aka other models that would take part in whatever money-raising cause.
There would be a good possibility that a snapshot of him with someone other than Callie would eventually end up front page in a grocery store check-out line. And then what? Would Callie trust him or would she freak out again? He didn’t blame her for her insecurities, but with fame came the paparazzi. It was a package deal, and if this was going to work out between them, she was going to have to learn to trust him.
Squashing his own uncertainties, he cleared his throat, bringing them both out of their ruminating. He wondered where her mind had wandered off to. He hoped it was someplace good and not on some doubt-infested meandering where his had just gone.
“So, um, should we order dinner now or do you want to wait a little while?”
“No, we can order now if you want.” Callie visibly shook herself and pulled a stack of menus out of a drawer, spreading them out on the counter. “I have tons of choices, so whatever you’re in the mood for is good with me.”
What he was in the mood for had nothing to do with anything that could be ordered off one of those menus. But he kept that shit to himself.
It was getting hotter than seventeen-thousand hells inside Callie's kitchen. Vehn hoped she was feeling the same blistering sexual tension in the air between them that had set him on fire.
He hadn’t touched her in forever and all he could think of doing was pulling her in close for a kiss so he could run his hands all over her black leggings just before he ripped them off, to lift her up onto the counter so he could spread those perfectly voluptuous thighs of hers wide open and push his entire rigid length into her wetness, leaving not a hair’s width of space between their flushed bodies.
Whew! He was really going to have to put a stop to his rampant thoughts.
Thank fuck he was wearing an oversized Henley and the hem covered the majority of what was now tenting his pajama bottoms. If he stood just right and leaned a little to the left, it was hardly noticeable, or that’s what he was hoping for anyway.
He was beyond thrilled to be here with her, but this was going to be one long fucking night if he was going to stick with the plan of taking it slow and keeping his hands to himself.
Once they choose a restaurant, cracked open the bottle of red, and were settled on the couch waiting for their food to arrive… he was still hard as a damn rock. It was becoming more painful by the second, so he tried to rearrange himself without being too obvious.
So far, she seemed not to notice as she flipped through the pay-per-view movies. The thing had taken on its own pulse, throbbing in time with his increasing heartbeat. He was surprised she couldn’t hear the blood pumping through the main vein of the thing.
Whoosh.
Whoosh.
Whoosh.
Even though he purposely sat away from her, he could still feel the heat radiating off her body. Her feminine scent had magnified, settling inside his nasal cavities like it had at the restaurant just before he'd touched her and discovered she was sopping wet.
Lust slammed him hard. Just knowing how wet her pussy could get and how close he was to her made his cock weep, and there was no help for the lust-filled fantasy that slammed into his frontal lobe.
She was already beneath him, and he was pressing his hardness into one of her thighs while he worked her pussy out with his fingers. She was drenched, making that delicious slushy sound that sent his libido into outer space. She was about to cum; he could tell by the way her breathing hitched and how her slippery walls were beginning to tighten around his probing fingers...
“I’ll be right back.” Vehn popped up off the couch, making a mad dash for the half bath off the living room. That sizzling daydream had him ready to cum right there on the couch, in front of her.
Was he really going to jerk off in her half bath? Yes! He absolutely was!
Deciding there was no turning back, he whipped off his shirt and yanked his pants to his knees. Bracing one hand against the wall, he gripped his throbbing cock with the other and began a steady stroke, rewinding back to where he'd left off in his couch fantasy.
He was now pulling his fingers free of her sweet pussy and plunging his cock deep inside. She came on the first stroke, but he continued to pump himself into her hard and fast.
His hand had matched his fantasy strokes and he could already feel his orgasm building in his balls. This wouldn’t take long.
Cum shot out so hard he had to bury his face inside the crook of his arm to keep from shouting out his release.
Taking a moment to catch his breath, he turned on the water as cold as he could make it. He splashed his face off and made sure there wasn’t any evidence of what he had just done to himself left behind. Pulling his shirt back on over his head, he took one last look in the mirror, deciding he didn't look like he had just used his body as a plaything.
Just as he was leaving, Callie was coming out of her bedroom wearing a fresh full-body flush. If he wasn’t mistaken, that was the attribute she always sported right after she came.
Callie grinned up at him, crossing back over to the couch, and resumed flipping through the pay-per-view selection like nothing was amiss. The twinge of guilt he felt over rubbing one out in her guest bath quickly dissipated with the knowledge that he hadn’t been the only one in need of relief.
After resuming his seat a few inches away from Callie’s perfectly delicious body, his eye caught a fuck load of magazine covers he couldn’t help but recognize. It would seem the periodicals had been the brunt of some sort of trauma, having been unceremoniously stuffed back inside a large basket with little to no care whatsoever.
Callie stopped flipping when she noticed the focus of his attention.
“I was pretty upset that day,” she said.
“Maybe I should be glad you didn’t open the door.”
“Anyway, we’re starting over fresh, right?” She hesitantly looked up at him for confirmation.
“Right! If you ever want to know anything, all you have to do is ask, Callie. I will always tell you the truth,” he reassured her. “Look, Callie, I’m so sorry that happened. I do realize how embarrassed you were when that photo of us aired. I know I damn near died when my mom called afterwards.”
“Oh my God, Vehn! Your mother saw it!”
He took hold of her wrists, dragging her hands away from where they were covering her face. He turned her towards him on the couch, so she'd have no choice but to look at him.
“Well, she didn’t exactly say she saw it, but she led me to believe that she had. She’s really sweet to stay out of my business unless I ask for her advice specifically. Early in my career, she'd call whenever tabloids hit the shelves with something about me on the cover. She'd never ask me questions outright, but I could tell she worried about me a lot. She’d always just remind me that she was there for me if I needed her. Over the years, she’s figured out that the stories were all a bunch of crap and she didn't worry as much. That is, until this latest incident.”
“My mom was like that, too. Not about tabloid articles, of course, but the minding her own business part. I loved her for treating me like an adult and not a little kid. I miss her.” Callie quickly brushed away a tear. “I wish she could have met you.”
“Me too,” Vehn said, resting his forehead against hers.
“Please, don’t cry.”
Scanning the room for a box of tissues and finding none, he used the hem of his shirt to wipe her tears away. Kissing the tip of her nose, he suggested, “You know what? We should watch a comedy. With everything we’ve been through just in the last few weeks, I think we’re due for some laughs.”
The intercom let out a buzz and Callie handed the remote over to him. “That should be dinner. Find us something funny.”
They chatted their way through two healthy-sized Philly cheese steaks and fries. He couldn't decide whether the food was just that good or because sharing it with Callie made it wonderful.
Vehn reluctantly left about an hour after the movie was over. He was going to stay true to his conviction of being a good boy and keeping his hands to himself. After all, this was their first date, take two.
The evening of their second chance first date had Callie more nervous than she had been over their actual first date.
She had wanted nothing more than to pick up where they had left off before the shit with Regina had gone down, but she had been willing to try it his way and start over at a slower pace.
She had rearranged and fluffed her couch cushions four hundred times before he'd gotten there. The result had been exactly the same every time she'd done it, but it had kept her hands busy so they wouldn’t shake so much. Sheesh! She had acted like they were going out on another mega romantic dinner date instead of staying at her place to watch a movie and order take-out.
When the buzzer on the intercom had sounded, she'd yelped and jumped back, nearly toppling over the coffee table. She had even tried to practice looking nonchalant as she made her way over to the intercom to buzz him up.
But who had she been kidding? She had been a nervous fucking wreck and no one was there to watch her, so she'd jumped up and down on the balls of her feet like a boxer waiting in the corner for the match to start, trying to burn up some of her nervous energy before she’d pushed the answer button.
“Ma’am, I was wondering if you wanted to buy any Boy Scout popcorn.”
The laugh that had come out of her was almost hysterical sounding, because she had been so keyed up. She’d hoped that was not what it had sounded like to him.
Once the expected knock came, she’d felt like she'd been waiting for hours, holding her breath. She'd counted to three before she’d opened the door, and her shy smile had widened into a huge grin as she’d taken in his attire.
She couldn't help but ogle him, from his Scooby Doo slippers to his perfectly messy man bun as she’d stepped to the side to let him in. She’d had no idea how the man could pull off sexy and adorable all at the same time, and all she’d wanted to do was rip his clothes off and kiss him stupid for it.
Slowing down their romance was definitely going to be a lot harder than she’d thought once his perfectly delicious adorable self was standing inside her living room and her traitorous pussy hadn’t wanted to keep its distance—it had wanted to get closer.
Her condo had always felt spacious, but once Vehn had arrived, she had been reminded of how he could dominate the space around him. His presence had always been something that could not be ignored.
She had been taken aback when he'd handed her the bag full of goodies and had damned near melted her heart with the sincerity she had seen reflected in his eyes when he'd compared her to the flowers he'd brought. That was one thing she really liked about him. He always said what he felt.
She'd felt his eyes moving over her body as she’d made her way to the kitchen. When she'd looked back to play with him about the popcorn, the lust she saw there had floored her. All the nervous butterflies had melted away with the liquid heat that had shot straight to her pussy.
Between the compliments and his lusty gaze, he had melted her from the inside out. She could tell he had been embarrassed at being caught ogling her ass, but that had done nothing to deter him from continuing his heated stare. She'd had to clench her thighs tightly together to keep the flood of wetness from soaking through her clothes.
Luckily, the box of Boy Scout buttery deliciousness had clued her into what she needed to do to save herself from his penetrating gaze. The plan had been to take it slow, and she needed to get them back on track.
She'd also managed to redirect them by tasking him with ordering the food. Thank fuck he had, because at the time not one of her brain cells would have been able to focus on anything other than the massive hard-on he had been trying to hide.
Once she had noticed the massive bulge behind the hem of his Henley, all she had been able to think of was what he looked like naked, the smoothness of his skin, the velvety heat of his cock, and the way his large blunt head felt when it touched her outer lips just before plunging inside, filling her to the point of pain.
Goddamn, that had been the best feeling in the world, that first touch of his cock against her pussy! She wanted desperately to feel that again.
After sitting so close to him on her sofa, mere inches from his yummy body, and not touching, she had been soaking wet. She had felt the tension in his body and knew he had been wound as tightly as she was.
The moment he had excused himself, practically running to the bathroom, she had wasted no time stripping out of her leggings. She had plunged two fingers deep inside her needy pussy and had cum almost instantly from the contact. She had mopped up the rivulets of her hot juices from the inside of her thighs and had rushed to her bedroom to change before she got caught literally with her pants down.
Grabbing another pair of black leggings, she had listened for any sounds of Vehn coming from the other room. When she’d heard nothing, she’d rushed to her bathroom and had quietly closed the door.
Catching her reflection in the mirror, she had felt like an absolute fool for what she was about to do to herself again, but that awkward feeling hadn’t lasted long because an image of him with his head thrown back gripping his own cock had flashed through her brain.
The time they had spent apart had done nothing to cool down her craving for him, and all that one orgasm had done was fuel her own desire to a fevered pitched. Her nipples had ached and her pussy had throbbed in desperate need of more attention.
Her single-mindedness to cum again had her hopping up on the vanity, spreading her thighs as far as the cramped space would allow. The cold granite hadn’t even registered as she had begun to pump her fingers inside herself, working in a third as her juices had flowed down her ass and onto the counter.
Shoving her free hand under her shirt and inside her bra, she had kneaded her breast, pinching her nipple before rolling the hard pebble between her thumb and forefinger.
Sheesh, she had been so horny she hadn’t been able to get her legs spread far enough apart.
Bending one knee, she had planted one foot on the countertop and had placed the other on the lid of the toilet to give herself more access to her pussy, and another release had built up fast. She had wished more than anything that it had been Vehn pushing her legs wide apart, taking her roughly, but masturbating to his image was all she had at the time.
When she had gotten unbearably close to another sweet shattering release, she had increased her rhythm, pressing down hard on her clit with her thumb, which sent her over the edge into her own personal ecstasy that she had wished could have been shared with Vehn. Every muscle in her body had gone rigid as she had climaxed hard.
She had floated away in her blissful moment, pausing to lazily caress her sopping wet channel until the spasms had stopped. She had been half tempted to go for round three, but decided against it, afraid she would be missed.
They had chatted together over dinner, and it had been amazing. Even though she had wanted more than anything to have him wrapped around her in bed all night, it was really nice to sit and watch a movie together, just holding hands.
Besides, she would have traded all the orgasms in the world for learning more about him and his family or the way he had comforted her when she had gotten upset over missing her m
om.
“Please don’t cry.” Vehn had whispered those words so sweetly as he had wiped away her tears.
Avie’s lilting voice jerked her back to the present. “Callie, your client is here.”
Callie had to blink a few times in order to remember where she was. Turning from where she had completely zoned out reminiscing over last night’s movie date with Vehn, she met the quizzical look of the studio’s adorable receptionist.
Sheesh! She remembered pulling open the console drawer where she kept her various tattoo machines and had frozen, reliving last night as if she had traveled back in time.
“Callie?” Avie stepped farther into the room. “Are you all right?”
“Oh, yeah. I’m fine,” Callie said. “I’ll be right there. Thanks, Avie.”
“That must have been one hell of a date,” Avie commented, her electric blue locks catching the light as she turned to go.
Callie paused to take in the desolate beach scene and wondered if it was too soon to replace it with the picture that used to hang there. On second thought, she wanted to keep something of him to herself. Now that she had intimate knowledge of him and she knew he wasn’t really into the whole modeling thing, she figured she'd keep just that one thing for herself. She had shared him enough.
They had their second date planned for the next day at lunch, and she was really looking forward to seeing him again. They had been going light on the texting and phone calls. She was having a difficult time refraining from blowing up his phone and wondered if he was having the same trouble.
Callie wanted to believe everything happened for a reason. Sometimes that reason wasn’t always forthcoming and took a while to manifest itself. Like her mom dying—she still had no clue as to why that shit had happened. But this second chance with Vehn? It seemed the reason was for them to go slower so she could get to know more about him, and the more she learned, the deeper her love for him became.
Vehn tried hard to keep the smile off his face, but the closer he got to Callie’s condo the more permanent his grin became. The cabby kept glancing up at him in the rear-view mirror, no doubt worried he had some kind of psycho freak, Joker wannabe in the backseat, ready to knife him in the jugular.