The Princess and the Porn Star (15 page)

I forced myself to break the kiss. “Get on your back.”

“On my back?” Rachel pushed herself up on her arms and rolled her hips
just
like that. “You want me to stop?”

“No, I don’t. But I want—” I pulled in a sharp breath. “God, baby…” I put my hands on her waist and pulled her back down, holding her against me. She tried to move, which felt fucking amazing, but I didn’t let her go. I swept my tongue across my lips. “I want to make you come.”

She shivered. “Oh God…”

“Get on your back,” I said again, with more force this time, and I swore she melted in my hands. “Get on your back, and I promise I’ll make it worth stopping.”

Rachel leaned down to kiss me. Then I loosened my grasp on her, and she raised her hips. We both gasped as my cock slipped out of her, and when our eyes met, I thought for a moment she might come back down and fuck me again. And I wouldn’t have protested, because I needed to be back inside her pussy.

But she moved off me and got on her back. I quickly kicked off the last of my clothes, which wasn’t easy when I kept looking her up and down, taking in her smooth, sexy curves. Part of me wanted to start at her lips and kiss my way all the way down, teasing every inch of her beautiful body until I made it to her pussy. But I knew damn well if I started kissing her again, if I was on top of her, if my cock was anywhere near her, I’d give in and fuck her instead, and if I fucked her, I would come. This time, I wasn’t coming until she did.

I hooked my fingers around her panties. She lifted her hips, and I drew the panties over her legs.

She bit her lip, squirming beneath me, and my heart pounded in anticipation of fucking this woman again.

Soon,
I reminded myself.
But first…

I settled between her legs, wrapped one arm around each thigh and went down on her.

The instant my tongue met her hot, wet pussy, Rachel released a soft cry, and I couldn’t help groaning myself. The faint bitterness from the condom didn’t even begin to take away from her dizzying, intoxicating sweetness, and the more I explored and teased and tasted her, the more I wanted and fucking
needed
to be inside her again.

But I wanted this to last. I’d wanted her too long to hurry, and it had been too long since I’d had
any
woman this way. No cameras, no rush, no one watching, no one waiting. Just Rachel, me and all night long to taste her and drive her insane without giving a damn about anything else.

I made rapid, gentle circles around her clit with the tip of my tongue. Rachel’s spine arched off the bed, and her hips tried to lift too, but I held them down.

“Oh my God,” she moaned. “Jesus, Lee…” She grasped my hair, and the sting of her nails in my scalp only made my head spin faster.

I shifted my weight a little and drew back one hand. When my fingertips teased her pussy lips, Rachel whimpered and squirmed against the arm that still held her steady. I slipped two fingers inside her, closing my eyes and groaning against her clit as she tightened around my fingers. God, I wanted to fuck her; my fingers could barely move inside her, could barely crook just right to tease her G-spot, and just the thought of fucking her made me as dizzy as her intoxicating sweet taste did.

Her whole body tensed. Again. She didn’t make a sound. Didn’t breathe. With every second, the rising tension in her body was more and more palpable, the energy of an orgasm building so quickly and so strongly it may as well have been my orgasm instead of hers.

And then, with a helpless cry that almost sent me over the edge, Rachel came. Her whole body shook. Her nails dug into the back of my head as she pressed her pussy against my tongue. The whole room seemed to shake from the force of her release, and just when I didn’t think I could take any more, she nearly sobbed: “Fuck me. Please, please, please…”

I let go of her hips and pushed myself up. I reached between us to guide myself to her, but then she grabbed my neck and the back of my head, and she kissed me hungrily, throwing me off balance. I didn’t think it was possible to be any more turned on than I already was, but Rachel’s kiss was unrelenting, like she needed to taste every hint of herself on my tongue, and I couldn’t take another second of it without—

I was inside her again. Deep inside her. One of us had moved, maybe both, and now I was where I needed to be, and I was in motion—we were in motion—and there was no stopping. No stopping for anything. Holy fuck, but she was tight. Tight, and wet, and rocking her hips just right. Her nails burned long rows into my back, and her lips and tongue fought mine for control.

With a gasp, Rachel broke the kiss. Her head fell back onto the pillow, and when her spine arched beneath us, her nipples pressed against my chest and her hips rolled just right to draw me all the way into her pussy. Her nails dug in harder. I fucked her harder. As hard as I could. My muscles ached and I couldn’t even begin to catch my breath, but none of that mattered.

She’d been so flawlessly put together all evening, and I couldn’t breathe as I watched her come apart. Strands falling free from her perfectly arranged hair. A tear drawing a faintly muddy line through her makeup.

Her eyes flew open. Her lips parted to release a breath, maybe even a cry, but nothing at all came out, and then she was so tight I could barely move, and I forced myself into her as she shuddered and her eyes rolled back and her whole body shook beneath mine.

I couldn’t take any more. Couldn’t hold back anymore. I roared and trembled and didn’t stop fucking her, just kept thrusting as deep and hard as I could until I couldn’t move anymore at all. Then I shuddered one last time, swore quietly and slumped over her.

“Holy fuck.” I touched my forehead to hers. “You’re…incredible.”

“Why, thank you.” Still panting, she kissed me. “I was going to say the same about you.”

I laughed softly and kissed her again. Then I sucked in a breath through my teeth as I pulled out. Rachel whimpered softly and held on to me tighter, so I didn’t get up just yet. We kissed lazily for a long moment before my trembling shoulders demanded a different position.

“Be right back.” I kissed her once more before I got up and got rid of the condom. Then I joined her in bed again. We were both still hot, but that didn’t stop us from getting close together. We threw off the blanket and just pulled the sheet up over us.

After a while, we pulled apart enough to look at each other. Her hand rested on my shoulder. I draped my arm loosely over her waist.

“Is it weird,” she slurred, “that when you fuck me, I forget what you do for a living?”

I grinned. “Baby, when I’m fucking you,
I
forget what I do for a living.”

“Hmm, I think I’ll take that as a compliment.” Her fingertip drew a light, lazy path up the center of my back.

“As well you should.” I kissed her one more time. “Think anyone knows where we are?”

“Probably not. Well, Quinn knows.”

“Does he?”

She nodded. “I can’t get anything past him, so I don’t even try. But he’s probably busy hooking up with one of the bartenders, so I doubt he cares one way or another.”

I laughed. “Long as the people who count don’t know. I don’t imagine they’d approve.”

“Probably not,” she said. “But I told them I was turning in early so I can be at the airport on time.”

Something sank in my chest. “The airport?”

“Yeah.” Rachel sighed. “I’m flying out again tomorrow.”

“Damn.” I brushed a few strands of dark hair out of her face. “Guess you won’t be in town much for a while.”

“Unfortunately, no.” She ran her fingers down the center of my chest. “But I’m here now.”

I smiled. “Yes, you are.”

“Question is,” she said, raising her eyebrows, “when I’m back in town…” Her eyebrows rose a little bit higher.

“If you’re going to ask if I want to do this again, the answer is definitely yes.”

Rachel laughed, and I couldn’t help thinking she sounded relieved.

“Did you really think I’d say no?” I smoothed her hair. “To sex like that?”

“Well, I—” She cut herself off. Color flooded her cheeks, and she bit her lip and avoided my eyes.

“Rachel?”

She took a breath and looked at me. “Well, I can’t commit to much. I’m going to be touring for a while, and the label is breathing down my neck to keep my image as clean as possible.” She drew back slightly, almost cringing. “But I’d still like to see you again. We’d just have to keep this on the down-low.”

I nodded. “I know. I understand, believe me.”

“You do?”

“Ooh, yeah.” I kissed her gently. “And besides, with you touring, and with…what I do, there isn’t much room for a relationship, which leaves…”

“Just sex.”

“Just sex,” I said with a slight nod. “Which I don’t think you want to announce to the media.”

Rachel grimaced. “No. But I don’t want you thinking I’m embarrassed of you, either.”

“Don’t worry about it.” I smiled. “I understand, and your secret’s safe with me.” I ran a finger around her nipple. “Can’t say the same about your clothes, but…”

“I’ll take my chances.” Her lips pulled into a devilish grin. “You know, I was pissed when my manager said we were bringing in a porn star for the video.” She slid a little closer to me. “But now I’m thinking it was a good move.”

“Well, I’m just glad I didn’t turn down the role.”

“Me too.” She raised her head and kissed me lightly.

She started to draw back, but I followed her and kissed her again. Wrapping her arms around me, Rachel rolled onto her back, and I was against her, on top of her, tangled in her, as she sank onto the pillow. Her kiss was gentle, languid, but spine-tingling and sexy. As she wriggled closer to me, there was no hiding the fact that I was getting turned on again. Judging by the way she pressed her hips against my hardening cock, she wasn’t interested in hiding her own arousal.

Barely breaking the kiss, I murmured, “When does your flight leave?”

“Tomorrow.” The sole of her foot slid up the back of my leg, and her inner thighs warmed my hips. “Midafternoon.”

“You have anywhere to be tonight?”

“I’m already there.”

“Thank God for that,” I said, and reached for the condoms.

Chapter Nine

Rachel

SKANKY SETBACK TARNISHES POP STAR’S COMEBACK—Taylor Album Expected to go Platinum in Record Time, but Controversial New Video with Porn Star is a Step in the Wrong Direction

While sales of
Battle Cry
, the comeback album for one-time pop princess Olivia Taylor, 26, soar past predicted numbers, her latest music video is expected to hurt ticket sales for the
Battle Cry
tour. Tickets go on sale next week, coinciding with the expected release of Taylor’s second
Battle Cry
video for the single “Back At You”.

The “You Ain’t Even Kissed Me Yet” video presents a barely leather-clad Taylor singing while dancing provocatively with porn icon, Buck Harder, 29, also dressed in minimal skintight leather.

Critics have slammed the new music video as “skanky” and “another horrifying black mark on any tarnished respectability Taylor hoped to resurrect.”
Jams Weekly
crucifies the pop star’s “whorish turn,” calls the presence of Buck Harder “gratuitous sleaze insultingly added to scandalize and appeal to those whose tastes are governed by their baser instincts,” and condemns the video for “irreparably ruining a song that otherwise wasn’t half bad.”

Producer J. Klein slams Taylor as “another pop star taking the lazy route of sex, shock value and sluttiness. A route appropriately reserved for the hopelessly talentless.”

“Well, I suppose it’s not a surprise,” says gossip blogger Sally Kate. “Probably a prelude to another Olivia Taylor downward spiral. I give it six months before a sex tape starts making the rounds.” She and numerous other bloggers and columnists suggested that, judging by the onscreen chemistry between the two, a sex tape might involve her adult film co-star, and Kate adds, “Expect her sex tape to be a professionally produced one, wink wink.”

It is unclear if Harder returns in the upcoming video for
“Back At You,” as no information about the video’s expected content has been released yet. Representatives for Risen Star Records, Taylor and Harder did not return e-mails or phone calls.

Craig Borden, the vice president of Risen Star, thumped his knuckle on the polished conference room table. “All right, folks. Damage control. What are we doing to address this situation?”

“How about not casting a porn star, for starters,” said Darryl, the exec who’d turned up his nose at Quinn at the launch party.

“It was supposed to be edgy and hot,” Craig said. “A little shocking, too, keeping up with the Lady Gagas and Katy Perrys and Ke$has.” He shook his head. “It went too far in that direction, though, so we need to rein it back into something more appealing to Olivia’s fan base.”

“What did you expect?” Darryl snorted. “You pair her up with a porn star, she looks like a whore. That’s
never
been Olivia’s image. Do they want a slutty Lady Gaga? Sure. Slutty Katy Perry or Ke$ha? Absolutely. But a slutty Olivia Taylor?” He made a sharp gesture with one hand. “No. Obviously not.”