How I Became Lotus Raine...the Porn Star (18 page)

“It’d all be lies anyways. No guy would ever put his true penis size down. Except Jamie Dominic. That guy. Mmm mmm. There are just no words, girl,” Reggie started crooning.

“Who?” I asked as I continued my search to see if Brent’s penis credentials were made available to the public.

“Just Google him. You won’t regret it,” Reggie promised before hanging up. And she was right. I didn’t regret it.

I stayed seated on those steps with determination, as I continued my stalkerish search. How could I have missed that he went by a different name? That’s something I should have caught. But he introduced himself to me using his real one, so the idea never crossed my mind. It made me happy for some reason that even that co-star of his didn’t seem to know his real name. At least I had that going for me. I tried to stay positive for some reason, knowing the tango wasn’t going to end on a positive note.

I cupped my phone as I perved out in front of the public library, scrolling through all the images of Cruz Storm. It was all sorts of wrong making me all sorts of wet. My phone buzzed and I damn near dropped my collection of nakedness onto the hard concrete.

UNKNOWN:
She’s gone.

I knew who it was without asking, but I still liked the idea of messing with him.

Me:
Where’d you dump the body?

I giggled as I hit send and hoped the FBI wasn’t tapping my phone.

Brent:
Umm?

Me:
Oh, man. Wrong number. Disregard that text.

I giggled some more. People walking by probably thought I was a head case. A few minutes passed, and I had started to worry. Then he replied.

Brent:
Nice try.

I could sense his cockiness through the text. I couldn’t give in that easily. I was having too much fun. Acting like a criminal and all.

Me:
I’m serious. It was an accident. I was totally kiddin’ about dumping a body. I mean, what body?

I hoped I was entertaining him as much as I was myself. I had no clue where the shit was coming from, but I thought I was a hoot.

Brent:
Well, that’s too bad. I was going to say that when you get here I’m going to eat that sweet pussy of yours. And plunge my tongue in as deep as possible as you ride my face. But since I’ve got the wrong number…

I moaned out loud at the sight of his words. Damn, did he have a way with them. No matter how he shared them, they always came across loud and clear.

Me:
Fine. You got me.

Brent:
Is that all you got?

He was going to taunt me for teasing him.

Me:
Thank you.

Then I quickly sent two more back to back.

Me:
Can’t wait.

Me:
On my way.

My phone beeped as I stood. I smiled as I debated on sprinting back after seeing his last text.

Brent:
Better.

But sprinting is a form of running. And I hated running.

The whole time I walked, I had this inner dialogue conversation going through my head. I was over the moon about him wanting to eat me out. But the truth of the matter was the simple little fact that I still hadn’t showered. No way was I going to be comfortable spread eagle in front of his face knowing that sweat had collected there.

But how would I deflect him and take a shower? Seriously, what was a girl to do? Did I walk in and say
‘I’m really excited about riding your face, but give me a minute so I can clean my sweat ridden pussy’?
I was sure guys respected a woman who was keen on hygiene. I knew it wouldn’t be as spontaneous as me storming through the front door and us ripping each other’s clothes off. But it had to be done. There would be no way I would possibly enjoy it as I laid back and hoped he didn’t gag the whole time.

I had come to the conclusion that I’d be straight up with him.

When I walked in, Brent stood near the couch with his towel still wrapped around him.

“Come on,” he said, holding a hand out for me to take. “I got the shower going for us.”

Damn him. He was a porn star, Casanova and a mind reader.

We both stepped beneath the hot splay of the shower and I had the urge to continue teasing him some.

“Smart move.” He eyed me as he stood with his head under the water, facing me. “The shower.” I bit my lip and inched closer, pressing my body to his. “You know. Getting rid of the evidence and all.” I slightly smiled and he laughed, shaking his head.

“Can’t have anything incriminating us.”

“Us?” I questioned, wrapping my arms around him.

“If I go down, you’re doing down with me, baby.”

He grabbed the body wash, and slowly and teasingly washed my body. I washed his body as well, knowing it didn’t need it, but any Roxy germs that could be on him, I wanted off. We rinsed off and didn’t even bother grabbing a towel as we kissed our way back into his room.

Brent sat on the edge of his bed and pulled me onto his lap. I felt his hard cock pressing between us as he held me tightly while our tongues explored each other’s mouths. His hands roamed up and down my back, never loosening their grip. I loved how close he kept me. He didn’t try to turn what we were doing into just fucking. Even though that’s really all it was, he showed me how good it should be. I started rubbing myself against his hardness, needing it in me. I wanted to lift myself up and slide down it in a hurry. I imagined the feeling you feel in the bottoms of your feet when you slide down a pole and the force of the ground shoots tingles into your soles, sometimes shooting up your shins. I wanted to feel that tingle—but deep within my core.

I moved one of my hands between us best I could, and gripped his dick as I eased my body up. I wanted to slide down his pole.

The kissing between us stopped, and Brent’s breathing did as well, momentarily. His hand moved up to my hair, tangling its way through it.

“Not yet,” he let out a strangled moan. “I told you I wanted you to ride my face. You can ride my cock after.”

He laid back, and I inched my body up him as he did.

“Turn around. I don’t want you facing the wall.” I turned around, hovering my body over his face. “I want you to see what your pussy does to me.” His hands clamped over my thighs and he pulled me down onto his face. He didn’t waste a damn second as he drove his tongue straight into me. His fingers dug into my skin, mimicking the intensity of his tongue. His right hand left my thigh and I watched its decent down his firm, rigid body. I watched as his cock throbbed with anticipation of what was to come. Brent tightly grabbed his dick and began to slowly stoke it as his tongue worked laps on me. Watching him touch himself charged me. It intensified the desire burning inside me. Even though it was the fucking hottest thing in the world, I wanted to be the one doing it. I wanted to make him feel as good as he made me feel.

I started to lean over, and Brent quickly brought his other hand up, putting it back on my thigh in an attempt to keep me from moving. But I wouldn’t allow for that. I didn’t move myself from his face. I just bent my body over his enough where my hand could replace where his had been. Then I wiggled myself just a little bit further so my mouth could assist my hand.

He began sucking at my clit, and I did the same with the tip of his cock while my hand continued to stroke it up and down. Then in one slow stride, he licked me from front to back. So, I did the same to him—as best I could in the position I was in. I licked from top to bottom of his dick. I never stopped my hand gliding up and down him as I teased him in places I’d never explored before. He allowed me to explore all of him with my hand as he continued to plunge his tongue deep inside me. I knew I was on the verge. I was so fucking worked up beforehand, then adding in the rest, amped me even further. I took him in my mouth as much I could as my free hand teased and massaged the space between his balls and asshole. I’d heard it was a touch and go spot. Some guys enjoyed it, and some guys freaked as soon as someone got to close to their backdoor. But Brent didn’t move, so I continued.

In fact, I think he more than enjoyed it. My thighs stung where his fingers gripped them, holding me tightly against his face. His hips began to thrust, pushing himself deeper and faster in my mouth. I liked pushing him and finding out what felt good to him. That experience was the first time I ever really got the chance. Every other time had been finding out what I liked.

“Fuck, Lucy.” He pushed me off of him to the side and practically flew on top of me. He sank the tip of his dick into me, not pushing himself fully in. His hands swallowed my knees as he pushed my legs up into my body, looking down at where we both so desperately wanted to be fully connected. “I need to feel all of you. I won’t come in you. I want to, but I won’t—not until you tell me to. But dammit, I need to feel your skin against mine.”

There weren’t any words or verbal affirmation needed on my part. I needed to feel him, too. I placed my hands on each side of his hips, and slowly pulled him into me as we kept our eyes focused on one another. The sensation was intense. Experiencing it with Brent was hypnotic.

I didn’t tell him to come in me that night, even though I wanted him too, desperately.

“DID YOU END up ditching Reggie that night?”

“What are you talking about?” I ask with slight irritation at his implication as he scans up the notes he just wrote down.

“Earlier that day you had mentioned to her she should come over.” He glances down then back up. “That you’d text her the directions.”

I wave him off. “Of course I did.”

“And what about Roxy? Was anything else mentioned of her? I get that you say since you two weren’t in a relationship, that it wasn’t your business. But I don’t believe that’s how you really felt.”

I roll my eyes. “You’re right. I couldn’t shake it. Not that I had anything to be mad about or a say so, but I just had to know more. I wasn’t going to act like some jealous girlfriend, because that wasn’t my place. But I couldn’t act like I didn’t care and continue to play it off as a joke.”

“WOW, SO THIS is porn star living,” Reggie states while slowly twirling around checking out the place.

“This isn’t his actual apartment,” I said in a hushed tone.

“Please tell me this place has a red room. It has to be some sort of a porn star requirement.”

I shook my head. “Sorry to burst your filthy bubble. But there is no such room here.”

“At least a red drawer of pain and lots of pleasure?” Reggie stopped spinning and looked at me with a hopeful look of glee.

“A red what?” I heard Brent as he walked up behind me.

“Oh nothing,” I gave him a slightly nervous smile.

“Like hell it’s nothing,” Reggie shrieks. I cut my eyes at her as I silently told her to shut up even though I knew her all too well. She doesn’t shut up…especially when she knew you wanted her to. Once you let it be known, it’s like fuel to her bonfire of uncomfortableness. She was the type who believed if I was yanked into enough uncomfortable situations, that it’d break my exterior. Not that her theory wasn’t a good one, it was just one that’d never worked on me.

“It’s from this series that we read.” I turned and walked toward the kitchen, allowing her to think she could school a porn star. If she was willing to embarrass herself, I going to let her do the same to me.

“Hey, Lucy. Was butt plug on your list?” Reggie yelled to me and I spat my drink out. “Because if not, we somehow overlooked that one.”

“I’m not a tub, Reggie. My butt doesn’t need any plugging.”

“Don’t knock it till you try it,” she shrugged.

“List?” Brent questioned and I attempted to play it off.

“Oh, it’s nothing.”

Reggie let out an exaggerated fake cough with a ‘yeah right’ mixed in. Surprisingly, that’s all she said. I was so thankful in that moment. Yeah, I planned on telling him anyways, but I wanted to choose when. And, preferably while we were alone.

They made their way to the bar in the kitchen and Reggie took a seat in one of the stools. I slid Reggie her glass of wine, then passed Brent his beer.

She took a long sip from her cup before pushing her caramel locks over her shoulder.