How I Became Lotus Raine...the Porn Star (28 page)

“WHAT’D YOU DECIDE?” Shepard asks with a smug smile. He knows damn well what I decided, but he likes to hear it. I think he’s enjoying hearing about his sister. He obviously knows the type of person she is. I’m sure he’s getting a kick out of seeing what I’ve slowly been putting her through.

“I turned back around, pressing my ass up against Brent and started dancing like no one was around. I didn’t give a fuck who saw me and it felt good. Me letting go wasn’t just beneficial for the purpose of Rachel seeing. It was beneficial for me. I needed that. More than I had even realized. But I’m not going to lie, when I saw her watching us with her hateful stare, I gave her a wicked smile as I worked my hips even more. She wouldn’t stop watching.”

“Kind of creepy,” Shepard says.

“Uh, yeah. So, to rub it in even more, I slowly drifted my hands up my sides. I slightly lifted my top as I did and Brent took it as an invitation to replace the vacant clothing with his hands. I bit my lip, holding her gaze. I was so turned on in that moment, and I was smearing her nose all in it. I lifted my hands above my head and acted like I was going to let them drop behind me. But instead, I crossed my hands at my wrists and let them slowly fall back down to the beat of the music. I aimed them right at her and gave her the biggest ‘FUCK YOU’ I could. Then blew her a kiss for added effect.”

“You’re evil,” Shepard laughs. I don’t get defensive because I know he’s only teasing…kind of.

“I know. And it felt good.”

“Any more run-ins with Rachel or eventful events take place that night?”

“Umm, besides Brent conspicuously fingering me in the crowded elevator on our way back to the apartment? No. Wait. That’s a lie. We did see Rachel again that night. You’re going to love this one.”

A KNOCK AT the door pulled us apart and I got up to see who it was. Rachel paid no mind to me as she pushed her way past, making a bee line for where Brent was sitting.

“Hope I’m not interrupting,” she lied with a fake smile as she took a seat next to Brent. She was more than happy to be interrupting. He scooted over a bit, placing space between them and I saw a flash of disappointment cross her face before she fixed her gaze on me. “Carl, I mean Mr. Callahan, sent me here. Since this is the last night, he figured I needed to be here to make myself acquainted with Brent,” she looked back over at him, puckering her already more than revealing tits his way, “before tomorrow’s taping.” She eased back into the couch with a look of victory plastered on her face which confused me even further.

“So, explain to me why you need to be here then? You haven’t been here once the past week and all of a sudden the night before your presence has to be made.” I propped my hands on my hips feeling jealousy and every bad feeling I’ve ever felt towards that woman taking over.

She pushed herself off the couch and took a few steps my way, standing in front of me then popped her hip out. “Well, it looks like Miss Roxy isn’t going to be able to film tomorrow.” Rachel said with a sad expression blaring with sarcasm. “Gonorrhea or the flu.” She waved a hand. “It being last minute and all, they finally came to a decision earlier today who’d be the perfect replacement to film with Cruz tomorrow.” She tapped her hot pink manicured nail against her lip. “And looks like I’ll be the lucky woman.” She gave me an evil smile before looking over her shoulder, winking at Brent.

“Are you fucking serious?” I asked, shocking myself along as Brent with my tone and choice of added word. I couldn’t help it. I was beyond pissed right then. She always went after what I wanted. The moment I said he wasn’t gay; it was game on for her. “How much dick did you have to suck to get your way?”

“Oh, hunny,” she laughed, waving a hand at me. “All that matters is the dick I’ll be sucking tomorrow.” She licked her lips before shrugging and making her way to the kitchen. I watched as she opened the fridge and pulled out a chilled bottle of wine, pouring herself a glass like she was at home—like she belonged there.

“Hey. You okay?” I felt Brent standing behind me, but he didn’t touch me. It was probably safer that way. Safer for me. It all ended the next day anyways. Might as well end it then.

I didn’t look back. I didn’t want him to see what I was feeling. That it wasn’t just her that had me upset. It was whatever we had become coming to an end that had shifted my mood.

“Yeah, I’m fine. I just hate her. It’s all fucked, but it’s been fucked from the get go
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I started to walk off, but he grabbed my arm, holding it behind me as his mouth brushed across my ear.

“The only thing that’s fucked is you. Bathroom. Now. Go,” he demanded as he released my arm, almost pushing me into moving. His words stunned me, but that push encouraged me. I sauntered past the kitchen, trying to hold my smirk back. Rachel already accomplished what she wanted, and there was nothing I could do about the end result. But what I could do was refuse to pass the baton over before it was time. I wasn’t going to let her come in and ruin the last moments that I had with Brent.

Without warning, the door swung open and quickly shut. Brent was behind me, arms holding me tightly against him.

“You’re jealous,” he stated the obvious. Then with his lips pressed against my neck, he murmured, “And it’s fucking hot.” I let my head fall back against his chest, granting him better access to whatever he wanted. His words only continued to turn me on, turning my anger into raw need—desperate desire. “You have nothing to be jealous of, baby. I only get paid to fuck chicks like her. But that’s not the type I’m attracted to.”

I spun around in his arms, looking up wanting to see his eyes fixed on me. His eyes always told me everything I needed to know.

“What type are you attracted to then?” I gripped his shirt in my fists, wishing I was strong enough to rip it to shreds.

“Whatever type you are.” His hands gripped my ass pulling me tight against his erection. I threw my arms around his neck and he lifted me up, hooking my legs around his waist and pinning me to the back of the door. “But I have a feeling you’re one of a kind,” he said before claiming my lips in pure lustful need. His tongue circled mine in a race for the finish line. A race that would end in a tie; no one coming out more on top than the other. Just how we both would end up after tomorrow. I believed he got just as much from me, as I did him.

His jean covered hardness thrusting up against my thin cotton covered wetness had me throwing my head back, moaning. His hand flew over my mouth and the urge to moan louder coursed within me. I’ve never been constricted before and for some reason it was making me want him even more. I rotated my hips, meeting his thrusts.

“I need you now,” he said as his free hand went between my legs, dipping into my pussy. “So wet.” He brings his finger to his mouth, licking my juices off. “Mmm. And so tasty. So fucking tasty.” His words alone had me on the verge of an orgasmic combustion.

I couldn’t talk. His hand still kept my moans and words under lockdown. I wanted to tell him to fuck me. To fuck me hard. Harder than he’d ever done before. He’d always been so gentle with me, teaching me, exposing me, opening my mind and body to new sensations and positions. In that moment, I just needed him—hard and ramming deep within in me. I tried to convey that by recklessly moving against him. I trailed my hand down his face, letting my thumb glide across his bottom lip. He twisted his tongue around it, sucking it into his mouth before biting it.

He felt it too. The desperate need to just fuck and connect in one of the best ways we knew how. Brent undid his pants, freeing his cock not even bothering to push them down. He teased the outside of my shorts with the head, making me use body language to beg.

Using the tip of his cock, he pushed over the dainty fabric between us and without warning, pushed hard and deep in one quick thrust. I screamed out into his hand. His thrusts were deep. So deep. It was a quick and hard fuck, cementing the connection we had. Boy was he cementing it.

I wanted to cry out. Yell. Scream. Tell him not to stop. To never stop. To go deeper or even harder. I wanted to slide my body against the door up and down on his cock. But he didn’t even give me the option. It was all him. Drilling not only his dick, but himself into me.

It was all too much. I was going to come. He was going to come. I could feel it in the intensity and grunts he allowed to escape. I started to scream out, a muffled sound at first, but a full blown bout of pleasure as he removed his hand just in time. The sound echoed around us and within us as his pace turned excruciatingly slow as he rolled his hips tightly into me two more times, coming inside me. That thought alone, pushed me even further over the ledge.

Keeping his cock inside me, he leaned against me letting his head fall into the crook of my neck. I rubbed his back as I fully took in this closeness as we stood there as one.

“I’m going to miss this,” I whispered.

“It doesn’t have to end,” he said, keeping his head tucked against my neck. He dropped a few kisses against my skin, eliciting more shivers to scatter across my body.

“Yeah, it does,” I faintly replied. He stood back, slowly pulling out of me, before allowing my feet to return to the ground. He took the hand towel and swiped between my legs, cleaning me off before doing the same to himself. Once we were presentable, I put on a smile and opened the door. “But it doesn’t have to end until tomorrow.” I grabbed his hand and made our way down the hall.

Rachel was sitting on the couch, wine glass in hand with an annoyed expression. My full blown smile as I strolled in with Brent hand in hand only caused her to roll her eyes before she jumped into her plan B for the night.

“So, I was thinking. Since there are only two bedrooms here…” I knew the direction she was headed.

I stuck out my hand to shut her up. “No worries, Rachel.” My voice laced with sugar. “You can have my bed. I’m sleeping with Brent.”

I turned my head slightly, batting my eyes at him. “Are you ready for bed, baby?” I added baby for effect. She may have been getting him the next day, but dammit I was having him until then.

“More than ready.” He smacked my ass, causing me to yelp.

“Goodnight, Rach.” I’ve heard her bitch before about people shortening her name without permission. I’m on a roll tonight.

“That’s not my name,” she yelled after us as we all but ran to Brent’s room, slamming the door behind us.

“I CAN’T EVEN begin to fathom how you were feeling that morning,” Shepard says, dropping his pen, fully leaning back into his chair.

“Yeah. It fucking sucked. I literally felt sick about the whole thing.” I turned sideways in the chair, letting my legs drape over the arm as I rested my head against the other. I should have sat this way the whole time—like I was visiting a shrink.

I WOKE UP snuggled against Brent. I deeply inhaled all of him, taking him in one last time. I peeked up to catch him staring at me. I buried my face into his chest, feeling silly that I had been caught.

“You know, Lucy. None of this happened by chance. I chose you. I saw you sitting in your office, headphones on, head bopping and I knew then I wanted you to be the one I spent the week with. I didn’t want it to be with that bimbo sitting out there.”