How I Became Lotus Raine...the Porn Star (10 page)

He silently stared at me once he stood up, using his thumbs to wipe underneath my eyes. I needed to break the silence, but again, I was at a loss of what the proper lingo was to follow that up with. So, I said what I was feeling.

“Thanks,” I smiled shyly.

He smiled back, holding back a small laugh. “You don’t have to thank me every time I make you come.”

His words made me blush and his thumbs moved to my cheeks, brushing across the redness. “I’m always thankful for things I’m appreciative of,” I said, almost feeling dumb over my choice of words. His eyes turned thoughtful as he took in my reply. Then he reached around me, and held out an apple in front of my face.

“In case you’re still needing that late night snack,” he snickered, causing me to blush even further. I took the apple and held his stare as I bite into it, licking my lips before I began chewing. He gulped hard and I swore I saw his cock twitch when I did a quick glance down his body. Knowing that he evidently still wanted me, but was going to leave it where he ended it, made me somewhat confused. I didn’t understand why he didn’t want to get his as well. But I appreciated that he was so giving and unselfish to please me without expecting anything in return. My ex’s would be appalled. They were the opposite in the bedroom department. If I didn’t get off by time they did, then it was my loss. I became accustomed to losing every single time.

Brent adjusted himself as I took another bite and then he turned, walking toward his room. That was such a beautiful sight to witness as his sweats hung low around his hips. Watching as his back muscles moved with each step and his tattoos moved along with them, was a hypnotic experience; as was him walking in general. Right there, in that moment, I knew I was done for. The decision had been made. I was going to do the interview to the best of my ability, and do my interviewee as well.

I took one last bite before tossing the apple. I didn’t want to miss my window of opportunity. I quietly made my way to his half-closed door, praying that I was doing the right thing and wouldn’t be committing career suicide. I could only see a portion of his body as he stood near his bed. I knocked, and the door pushed open as I did, exposing his fully naked body to me. And what a glorious sight that was. Butterflies swarmed all around inside me, filling me with desire. I wanted him badly. Especially when he smirked as I walked inside his room. He faced me with no shame, knowing just how sexy he was. Brent was still hard, and it reassured me that I made the right decision. But first, before I took anything further, I had to ask a question that had been nagging at me since finding out his occupation.

“Have you been intimate with anyone since me?”

He crossed his arms, looking somewhat offended. “No. I haven’t. Have you?” He shot back.

I crossed my arms feeling equally offended that he’d even have to ask. “No. I was just making sure that what we did isn’t like an everyday thing.”

“I could inquire the same about you.” That made me feel somewhat shitty. I never told him that night was my first time having a one-night stand. So, he could easily assume that I was a total slut as well.

“I haven’t been touched since two nights ago. I haven’t been touched the way you touched me in all my life. And let’s not even talk about my sex life.” I felt embarrassed admitting to that, but I didn’t want him thinking that I just gave out my goods to anyone. I wanted him to feel somewhat special. Even though that’s only something females tend to feel and I wasn’t sure how special I felt sleeping with a porn star, knowing that I was probably now a number he lost track of long ago.

“I know what you’re thinking.” I looked up as he took a step closer to me. His defensive stance was gone. But his hard-on was still up and at em’. “You hear porn star and think I must fuck every woman I see on and off the job. You hear porn star and think I’m some sort of sex addict who always wants to fuck.”

He takes a step with each sentence, getting closer and closer to me. “You hear porn star and instantly think what happened between us in that bathroom was a typical Friday night for me and I would’ve taken care of any random, sexy woman the way I did you. But that’s where you’re wrong.”

He took a piece of my hair and twirled it around his finger. I could see so much in his eyes—the misunderstandings and labels he’s had to deal with—everyone just assuming he is his career. “Yes, I like to fuck. I wouldn’t have a job doing it if I didn’t. It’s good, easy money. But it’s not who I am. It doesn’t define me. I’m not Brent Nichols, the porn star. I’m Brent Nichols the artist, son, brother, friend, whatever the hell I want to be, and then porn star. It’s just something I do…not who I am.”

I took a step closer, wanting to show him that it all made sense—that in that moment, I got it. “I’m sorry for assuming.” I shook my head, “This is all so new to me. I don’t normally do any of the things we have so far and it scares me.” He grabbed my face, eyes full of concern. “But at the same time it’s exhilarating.” That turned his concern into a smile. “I don’t know if it’s the fact that you’re so much more sexually experienced than I am, or just you in general, but either way I’m pulled to you. The idea of experiencing things I never have with you excites me. And the best part is, I know you won’t make me feel dumb for my lack of skill or skills.”

He rubbed his thumbs along my cheeks, reassuring me with his touch and smile which I was starting to fully enjoy. “In all honesty, knowing that you’re nothing like the norm I’m used to, makes me that much more attracted to you.”

A smile tugged at the corners of my lips hearing him say he was attracted to me. I knew he had to be by the way he showed it, but sometimes we just need to hear it in order to kick our self-doubt to the curb. His words also encouraged me, making me eager for what I had gone into his room to do in the first place.

To return the favor.

I mimicked what he did to me in the kitchen, placing soft kisses along his neck and slowly working my way down his chest, barely allowing my lips to touch his defined, bare skin. I could hear his breathing deepen and felt his dick twitching against me as I inched my way closer. I honestly had no clue what I was doing, but I just let myself go with it instead of over analyzing it and thinking that I was going to do something wrong. I mean surely I couldn’t mess up a blowjob. I knew the basic concept of how it worked and the rule of being careful with your teeth. Not to mention how many times I’ve heard Reggie describe them to me and what she’s found out most guys seem to like. I knew that information would wind up being valuable one day.

I slowly eased my way down to my knees, and heard his breath hitch as he realized what I was about to do. That slight suckage of air he pulled in, made me eager—eager to please. The thought that he was caught off guard and anticipating what was to come, sent pure excitement and adrenaline through me. I was no longer nervous as I wrapped my hand around his dick, and licked my lips. I looked up, giving him one wicked smile.

The whole time my mouth, tongue and hands got him off, was played out slowly. I didn’t want it to be sloppy and fast or any gagging involved. I wanted to slowly fuck his dick with my mouth, taking my time just like he had done with me. I wanted to learn what I could handle and what he liked. I didn’t focus on bobbing my head up and down his cock. Instead, I took in as much as I was comfortable with and began swirling my tongue all around his smooth hardness.

As a woman, I had never understood the appeal of sucking dick—not until that very moment. Looking up from where I was perched on the ground with a mouthful of Brent, was the sexiest sight I had ever witnessed. He stared down at me with glazed eyes that energized my movements. His breathing became ragged, and untamed. He was no longer in control of himself—I was. That sight alone, without knowing how good it actually felt for him, was enough on its own to make me want to give him head every single day for the rest of my life.

His body slightly arched back, pressing more of his dick in my mouth. I allowed it as I continued tonguing his cock while my hand firmly stroked what my mouth wasn’t able to accommodate.

“That mouth…that tongue,” he trailed off, getting lost in the sensations I was causing. “Fuck!” he loudly moaned, causing me to moan around his dick. I watched in delight as he held his eyes shut, shaking his head back and forth before his eyes shot open and he looked down, holding my gaze. “I’m gonna come, Lucy.”

Those words only encouraged me even more, making me eager for what was to come—literally.

I quickened my tongue as well as the motion of my hand, having the strangest urge to drain his cum into my mouth. I wanted to get him off…and I wanted to taste him just as he had me. I’d heard the stories. I knew it wasn’t an appetizing taste, but I had also heard that if it’s with the right person and your sole purpose is on making them feel ecstasy, that taste wouldn’t even affect you. And it didn’t. As it spurted, and at times slowly dripped into my mouth, I continued lapping my tongue around his dick, making sure to claim everything he had to give.

Once his hands released their hold on my head, and he stopped pulsating in my mouth, I licked my tongue around him one final time before pulling away. I was beyond proud of my first blowjob. I couldn’t hold back the smile or the thought that I had let my first one be with a living, breathing sex god instead of the post puberty boys I dated in high school. Brent has probably received more blowjobs throughout his lifetime than haircuts. And the fact that he didn’t have to instruct me on what to do, had me second guessing my career field.

I stood up, knowing that I was smirking at him as I swiped the side of my hand across my mouth, wiping away the saliva at the corners of my lips. I gripped my hands around his biceps as I pushed up on my toes, placing my lips almost against his ear.

“You’re welcome,” I breathed before placing a light kiss on his neck and allowing my feet to flatten back against the floor. He had the cutest expression on his face. It was mixed with desire, satisfaction, curiosity, amazement and a hint of confusion. I released his arms and turned away, knowing that I could now sleep well.

“Thanks,” he murmured as his arms clamped around me from behind, pulling me tightly into his body. “But where the fuck do you think you’re going…” he hissed against my neck before kissing, licking and nipping his way down to my shoulder, “…without allowing me to show you my appreciation?”

I couldn’t form a reply. I was left utterly speechless without any available words to use. But it didn’t matter because in that moment any words that did come from our mouths would’ve been coherent anyways. As I stood facing away from him, he grabbed the hem at the bottom of my tank and hoisted it above my head, tossing it across the room. I was going to let him control what took place. I liked the idea of him teaching me. I didn’t turn to face him until he spun me around claiming my lips with an aggressiveness I was yet to experience. He was over with the slow and methodical.

Walking us backwards to his bed, he let go of me as he laid on his back, pushing his way up to rest his head on his pillows.

He grabbed his cock and began stroking it, getting it ready for me. “Touch yourself,” he demanded in a low, raspy voice.

I didn’t do as he said right away. His command had me feeling extremely self-conscious. “Lucy,” he pleaded. “Touch yourself. I wanna know if that sweet pussy of yours is wet for me.” Those words turned me on and I knew I didn’t need to touch myself to know I was more than wet, but I did. I let my index finger glide between my lips, dipping inside me. When I pulled it out, the tip of my finger lightly grazed my clit and sent a shiver throughout me.

“It’s wet for you,” I whispered.

“What’s wet for me?” he pried, attempting to pull me out of non-dirty talking ways. I let him, knowing there was no one else I’d rather let do it.

And without hesitation or any sort of reservation. I said it…and it felt good. “My pussy. My pussy is wet for you.”

“Fuck, Lucy,” he hissed, stroking his cock a little faster. “Touch yourself again.” That time I did as he said as soon as he said it, dipping my finger in a little further and working it in and out a few times before pulling it back out. “So fuckin’ hot,” he murmured. “Now, I want you to taste it, babe. See how fuckin’ good you taste.” I swirled my tongue around my finger just like I had done with Brent’s dick only moments before. I moaned around my finger as my free hand slid down my chest, rubbing against my hardened nipples.

“God. Yes,” he praised. Then out of nowhere Brent said, “Enough.” I dropped my hands, feeling like I wasn’t doing it sexy enough for him. But then, he bent over and pulled a condom out of his nightstand, silently telling me the real reason he was wanting me to stop. “I need you to hurry and bring that sweet ass over here and ride my cock, Lucy. I need that pussy now.”

I inched my way up his body until I was straddled, hovering over his cock.

“I’m not really a pro at this,” I admitted before I gave him the chance to figure it out.

He trailed his fingers down my arm, “Quit overthinking everything. And never compare yourself to the women in my career field. Just do what makes you feel good.” His words were right on the money. I mean, even a way more experienced chick would second-guess everything they think they knew while hooking up with a porn star.

“But what if it doesn’t feel good to you?”

“As long as my dick is buried in your pussy, it’ll feel good. I can guarantee you that.” He firmly held himself as I eased my way down, taking him as deep as my body allowed. He filled me to the brim causing my cup to runneth over. And boy did I want to scream
Hallelujah
. Brent allowed me to figure out what I liked best as he held my hips, inspiring me along the way. Every now and then, I’d bend over him, laying against him chest to chest as he held me still and pounded into me from underneath. Him doing that was becoming one of my favorites. That along with when I’d sit straight up and ride him, rotating my clit against him as I did.

I grabbed his hands, and led them up my body, placing them on my breasts. With his hands possessively pressed against my chest, and the sensation building between each up and down motion I made as his cock hit all the right places, on top of my clit rubbing against him, I threw my head back and continued riding him, seeking my next orgasm. He told me to do what felt good. He also told me that it’d feel good to him no matter what. By the shortness of breath, and moans escaping his lips, I could tell it felt equally as good…and he was also equally as close to getting off as I was.