How I Became Lotus Raine...the Porn Star (9 page)

I was starving, but didn’t want to come across as a glutton the first time I ate in front of him. But I wasn’t going to pull the typical
‘I only eat salads’
card either. I like to eat and I’m not ashamed of it. So, I played it safe by ordering a shrimp trio with a side of steamed broccoli.

“How long have you worked for M.P.?” Brent asked as he unraveled his silverware.

I twisted the the cloth napkin around my finger. A large glass of wine sounded more than appealing, but I wanted to keep all my senses focused. I didn’t want to chance blurring them with alcohol once again. I grabbed my Dr. Pepper and took a long sip.

“Umm, about three years.”

“Are you from here?”

“No.” I knew what he was doing and I didn’t like it. “We should just keep all questions focused on you. That is why I’m here.”

“So I’m not allowed to get to know you?” Brent leaned onto the table. He almost looked offended.

“What’s the point?” I leaned in, mimicking his stance.

“None. I guess.” He sat back and pulled out his phone, obviously done with me for the moment.

As we sat and waited for our meals to be served, I spotted a table with two females who kept looking over at us. I knew they had to have known who he was, but I wasn’t sure if porn stars were treated like celebrities. It wouldn’t be like walking up to your favorite movie star and raving about how amazing their latest movie was. I mean, what would you say to a porn star? ‘The way you went down on that chick and fucked her into oblivion was so hot. I came twice. TWICE.’

Yeah right. But as soon as that thought had left, I saw one of the girls walking our way from the direction of the bathroom. I wondered if she had gone and washed her hands before walking to our table to formally introduce herself with a handshake.

Then she did something that made me lose all respect possible for her. She pulled out a pair of panties and asked Brent to sign them. I mean seriously, can you believe someone would have the nerve to do that in a public restaurant?

I couldn’t believe it. I wanted to ask her if she had any self-respect at all, but even if my mouth would have allowed me to form words, I knew better.

“Sure.” He told her as he gave her his apparent panty-dropping smile. I saw the moment on her face when her heart skipped a beat and her panties dropped—if she would’ve been wearing them. She was thrilled and who was I to blame her. If I had to admit it to anyone, including myself, I knew I was quite smitten with the man, too.

The ‘fan’ damn near orgasmed as she intently watched him sign her cotton material.

Right after she left with my appetite, our food showed up. I couldn’t eat, not after what I had just witnessed. It was nasty, immature, kind of hot, and made me wish it were my panties he’d just touched and overall annoyed me.

“Not hungry?” he asked as he cut his steak.

“Just lost my appetite,” I mumbled, forking at my meal.

“Oh that’s a shame.” He smirked making me think he cared. “Can I have your shrimp then?” I rolled my eyes and pushed my plate close to his.

I sat back into the cushioned bench, trying to process what I’d just witnessed.

“So…I take it that signing panties is a normal thing?” He nodded in reply. “Why is that?”

He shrugged and looked up, tightly holding my gaze. “Because that’s what people assume porn stars want.”

“SO DO YOU personally think there’s a misconception when it comes to how people perceive porn stars? And were you in fact, one of those people that judged blindly?”

“I think there’s a huge misconception. But I don’t think it’s just with porn stars. It’s with any career that deals with using your body for money. I personally had this delusion since I was younger that people did it for the wrong reasons and had looked down on anyone who did. But with that being said, I had my reasons to believe that and I now know that not to put everyone in the same bubble.”

AFTER DINNER, WE quickly made our way back to the apartment. The ride back wasn’t as thrilling and I knew it had to do with Brent being off. His mood seemed to turn after I basically denied him access of getting to know me. I honestly didn’t know what the point would be. I was there to do an interview on him and what his life entailed. If I allowed him to get to know me as well, things would happen such as feelings coming into play and people getting attached. Now if it all stayed strictly sexual between us that might work.

I was nervous as we waited for the elevator. It was empty and I was surprised.

“Looks like you’re in luck,” Brent said holding his arm out for me to go first. He seemed annoyed with me. And I didn’t like it.

Our fingers brushed together as we both went to push the seven button at the same time. I missed the contact as soon as we both pulled our arms back. I missed all the people that crowded us together earlier. I wanted to be close to him again, but couldn’t get myself to do it. I needed the missing ten people in here to do it for me.

Riding the elevator with Brent was going to be the death of me. No matter the distance between us, my body still craved him. I self-diagnosed what his presence did to me.

I liked to call it sexual anxiety.

It wasn’t sexual frustration because I had a feeling he’d always deliver.

But being around him just the short time I had, heightened my senses and made me eager for what was to come.

Me.

Then the elevator dinged, returning me to reality. We walked in the apartment and Brent walked to the fridge, grabbed a water and then headed towards his room.

“Make yourself comfortable.” He finally stopped and turned around. “I’m going to bed.” I was slightly disappointed. Okay, greatly disappointed. I at least wanted the option of fighting off his advances and instead I somehow felt denied.

I glanced over to the clock on the wall then back at him. “At eight o’clock?” I asked incredulously.

“Well, after my body’s able to wind down.”

I nodded. There wasn’t anything I could say. I tried going to sleep; it was dumb to even try. My mind was wide-awake. I turned the TV on in my room, hoping the noise would drown my thoughts out. My mind was yapping and I just wanted to mute it. Nothing worked so I grabbed my book. Maybe I could fully engross myself into it, allowing the characters to take over my mind and take it elsewhere. But it didn’t work either.

I glanced over at the nightstand and smiled seeing a big bag of Starburst minis.

My stomach groaned reminding me that I still hadn’t eaten. It was pissed that I let something as trivial as panty signing put a damper on eating. It was telling me all about it as it yelled for me to get up. Even though my candy sounded good, I knew I needed something with a bit more substance.

I groaned and pushed myself off my bed. I wasn’t sure what awaited me on the other side of my door or in the cabinets or fridge for that matter. I very well could have screwed over my pissed off stomach. There might have been nothing in the apartment to eat. It’s not like I went grocery shopping. I seriously doubt the porn star on the other end had and who knows if the people who put the whole thing together bothered to.

I slowly pulled my door open, sticking my head out to check my surroundings before barreling out in my pj’s. It was dark, quiet, and I was safe to raid the fridge. Or so I thought.

I heard him, sensed him, smelled him, or all of the above before I actually felt his body brush passed mind.

I shivered, knowing it wasn’t caused by the coolness of the fridge. “Don’t mind me. I’m just getting a late night snack.” I tried acting nonchalant, like his nearness had no effect on me. I shut the fridge door empty handed, then went to open a cabinet.

“Me too.” He walked up behind me, pinning me against the counter. He pressed himself up against my ass and I could feel what he was hungry for.

“We can’t do this,” I breathed, but heard the indecision in my voice.

“Who said?” He pulled my hair away from my shoulder, letting his finger slide under the strap of my tank top. “You know it felt good.” He breathed against my ear and I moaned, pressing myself into him. He trailed his nose down my neck, causing my knees to weaken.

“Honestly, I can’t remember,” I said breathlessly as I lied, licking my lips.

“Let me refresh your memory.” He turned me around and tightly gripped my hips. I loved the way his fingers dug into my sides as he placed light kisses along my neck, moving achingly slow across the exposed skin above my tank top. My nipples hardened against the cotton material as he let his hot breath trail across them. I wanted him to pull my tank top down, exposing them before taking each one in his mouth, but he didn’t. He continued teasing me as he ventured downward.

“I just want to taste you again,” he said with his forehead pressed against my stomach as his fingers worked their way under the waistband of my shorts. “That night I was only given a glimpse. The taste of you left on my fingers wasn’t enough. I’ve been craving your flavor ever since.” With the fingertips of each hand inside the top of my waistband, he fell to his knees and drifted his thumbs back and forth over the spot his hot breath kept hitting. Brent wasn’t even applying pressure or hitting my clit, but damn, what he was doing felt so good. I had never been so turned on with my clothes fully intact and my pussy not being touched.

Then what he was wanting to taste hit me and that idea had me nervous. “Wait. You want to do what?” I squeezed my legs tightly together.

He looked up at me as he started inching my shorts down. A comforting, super turned on sense replaced the nervousness and I relaxed my legs.

“I want to taste you and not on my fingers this time. I want to fuck your pussy with my tongue. And I won’t stop until you’re coming in my mouth. Is that a problem?” His brows rose in question, all playfulness gone.

“No…n-n-not at all,” I stuttered as his mouth landed between my legs. I peeked down every now and then watching as he did exactly what he said he was going to do—fucked my pussy with his tongue. His head between my legs was the sexiest sight I had ever seen. Hell, Brent on his knees before me had me wanting to come on command—well, if that shit was possible.

I had the urge to start rubbing my tits, pulling my nipples between my fingers and pinching them. But I refrained. When he spread my legs even further and dove two fingers into me, I thought I was a goner. But then my mind started going ninety to nothing thinking about anything and everything, distracting me from just letting go, fully giving in and getting off.

His tongue swirled my clit, before he stiffened it and flicked the sensitive bundle of nerves.

“Don’t hold back, Lucy,” he growled against my wet, sensitive skin. How he could read me, especially during sexually compromising situations, stumped me. I started to think it was something that must’ve been taught in Porn 101. I mean surely they get some kind of training before just being placed in a room with a naked stranger.

I didn’t want to hold back. God, how I didn’t want to. I wanted to come. I wanted him to lick every drop and then flip me over and claim me from behind, pounding hard into me. The idea of a guy pounding into me had never sounded so appealing. I wanted to feel him in me. I’ve been craving it for days. I’ve dreamt of him filling me completely to the brim, nailing me as deep as possible. I doubted his cock had limits, but if it did, I wanted to push them and make him bottom out inside of me.

He wrapped his arms around my legs and instructed, “Put your elbows on the counter.”

I didn’t know what he was going to do, but I listened anyhow. As soon as I did, he lifted my legs up in one swift move, draping them over his shoulders. And Oh My God, did it feel amazing. His tongue went deep inside me between licks up and down and his thumb worked magical circles against my clit. I was lost. I was gone. I had no control whatsoever. I couldn’t stop it even if I had wanted to. Which I never would have. I wanted to scream, but I didn’t. My legs tightened around his head as my whole body trembled and he kept his word licking up every last drop.

I felt drained as he placed each leg back on the floor. My elbows were shaky as I pried them off the counter and watched him as he pulled my panties up, followed by my shorts. Even though I had felt utterly spent, I was disappointed that it was over. Brent pulling my clothes up told me that we were done for the night, and I was bummed. I wanted to feel him again. Hell, I wanted to return the damn favor at least.