How I Became Lotus Raine...the Porn Star (11 page)

“Baby,” he moaned. “Tell me what I need to do to get you off,” he panted. “I’m not sure how much longer I can hold on.” I placed my hands over his, sliding them back down my slick body. I positioned them on my hips, and started sliding my body back and forth against his instead of up and down.

“Damn, Lucy,” he moaned and I wished I could jar up the sweet sound of him moaning my name and keep it forever. “I’m not a pro, my ass.” He threw my words back at me and if I wouldn’t have been so close to coming, I would have laughed. His fingertips dug into my skin, as I pushed more onto him while my body slid on top of his. My breath caught and body tensed as I felt it about to hit me. Brent felt it too and took control of the rhythm knowing I was about to lose myself. The wave of pleasure that coursed through me had my body involuntarily bucking with its intensity. I had only heard of intense orgasms, I had never experienced one before. I wrapped my arms around his neck and bit down on his shoulder. He then wrapped his arms around me, holding me against him as both our bodies buzzed with pleasure.

Once the glorious storm within me ceased, I eased my way off of him. I was absolutely worn out. It all made sense- people saying that sex was a work out. I had just never been with the proper trainer, apparently. I had been missing out.

“Where you going?” Brent rolled over asking as I swung my legs over the edge of his bed.

“To my bed,” I replied, bending over to find at least an article of my clothing.

“Why can’t you just sleep in mine?” he asked with a hopeful tone as he started trailing the tips of his fingers down my back, causing me to sit up as my spine straightened on its own accord.

“Umm, because that’d be another first for me.” I looked over my shoulder and watched him lying on his side with his head propped on his hand. He thought about my answer for a moment and a look of disbelief covered his face.

“You’ve never slept with a guy before?”

I bit my lip and shook my head.

“Well, let me claim one of your firsts.” He wrapped an arm around my waist, pulling me back down against him. I couldn’t deny how comfortable it felt there, in his arms.

“You’ve already claimed about three. Maybe you should stop while you’re ahead,” I laughed.

“I don’t want to stop until I’ve claimed them all.” He placed a kiss on my shoulder and I smiled as I remained facing away from him. “Or at least as many as I can for the week we have here together.”

I let that last sentence of his play over and over. Clarification I wasn’t aware I needed hit me. He didn’t plan on whatever we were doing to continue once the interview was wrapped up. Knowing that allowed me to accept the situation even more so. It also made me more determined to get all I could out of him before my time there ended.

“So,” Brent whispered near my ear. “Are you going to tell me the ones I’ve already conquered and the ones left for me to claim victory over?” I felt him smile against my still tingly skin as I debated on cluing him in.

“That’d be too easy.” I yawned, settling into him.

“SO, HOW WAS sleeping with him, or anyone for that matter, for the first time? Was it awkward waking up in his bed?”

“Not at all! It was incredible.”

THE NEXT MORNING, I woke up to the best wakeup call of my life. It consisted of Brent’s head between my thighs and his tongue against my bare skin. I originally thought I was having a wet dream and the overwhelming urge to please myself took over. My hand trailed down my naked chest as my back arched on its own accord at the pleasure shooting within me. I pushed my hand down further, unable to resist the urge, and came in contact with a mountain of hair waking me right up screaming,
“Holy fuck,”
as Brent’s tongue dove and twisted within me. I shocked myself allowing such praise to race its way through my lips. But what he was doing to me and the shear thrill of it had me not even second guessing it.

Who needed Folgers when you could wake up screaming with Brent between your legs? I would have gladly traded out my caffeine addiction for the one he had begun to stir within me. It seemed like a fair trade.

As Brent continued going ninety to nothing with my pussy, I realized that the hot shit I read in my
“trashy novels,”
as Reggie used to tease, wasn’t just fiction paralleling some non-existent storyline. That the sex, endless orgasms, and running into a man who makes it his personal damn mission to keep your body floating to new heights, was a possibility…because right then and there and for the next week, it was my reality.

“I dreamt about this all night. The way my tongue slides effortlessly along your smooth, wet skin. The lingering taste your pussy leaves behind, keeping me craving more.” He flashed a devilish smile. “Then I rolled over and realized it didn’t have to be a dream. You were in my bed. And I had to taste you again.” He lifted my legs, draping them over his shoulders as he stayed lying between them. “You know the routine. I’m not done until you’re coming. Since you’re awake now, the choice of how that happens is yours.”

“What you were doing down there is just fine,” I managed to say.

“Lucy, you can do better than that.” His hot breathe rushed across my aching clit.

I let out an exaggerated sigh. He was going to make me say what I really wanted him to do, again. Damn him.

“I want you to keep eating my pussy. Your tongue inside, all around, just feels too good.”

“Your wish is my comma—” He started as his head began to dip back down. I grabbed him by his hair lifting his head back up.

“I want your tongue now, but it’s not what I want to make me come. I want your cock in me.” He raised a brow at me, so I continued. “From behind. I want it hard and deep. I want you pushing me into the bed with your hand at the small of my back. I want you grabbing my hair as you pound me from behind. I want you in me as deep as possible. I want to feel every inch of you.” Then I pushed his head back down, smiling as a cocky smirk took over his face.

Once our morning rendezvous was over, I managed to untangle our bodies so I could get the day started. I did have a job to do. As much as I didn’t want to wash the smell of him off of me, I took my time in the shower cleaning every inch of my body Brent had consumed, knowing there wasn’t a single part he hadn’t. I half expected and hoped he’d surprise me in the shower, but he didn’t. I made my way to my room and quickly got dressed before pulling out the papers Mr. Callahan had given me the day before. I knew that today I needed to be productive with more than just Brent’s dick.

In the short time we had known each other, I had more than figured out just how much he really enjoyed having sex and just how good he was at it. I also knew there was more to come in regards to all the ways he could indeed make me come. I wanted to put all my
“trashy novels”
to the test. I wanted to test out all the scenes that made me blush—all I had secretly craved to one day experience—all the positions and sexcapades that had found their way on my lovely list.

I rolled my eyes as I read over the questions that they wanted me to ask him. They were typical and lame and would only reach skin deep. They weren’t about depth or getting to know the man behind the legend…so to speak. I didn’t need questions to get to experience Brent on a deeper level. Just being around him and experiencing every single thing he had to offer, showed me who he was more than any stupid interview could.

“YOU HAD MENTIONED that before Brent, you were pretty modest and kept to yourself and Reggie even teased you about being a prude. Do you think this one-eighty you seemed to have spun the night of your first encounter with Brent is believable?” Shepard holds his pen tightly above his paper ready to take notes of my answer.

“Honestly,” I lean up, propping my elbows on my knees. Shepard’s eyes wander down to my perched breast before quickly returning to my face. I don’t blame him for looking. Women don’t dress like I am to not have people look. I don’t dress like this typically anyways, but for today, I had an image to uphold…and to rub into some faces while I was at it. “I can’t explain it, Shepard. I never expected it either. I was content with how my life was going and being single aka sexless. I don’t think it was me giving in to Brent that first night that had clicked something within me and turned me into some sort of sex goddess. I know for a fact that it was just all him and maybe because he saw through me. If me ‘changing,’” I do the whole air quotes as I roll my eyes, “for a man, isn’t believable to the readers, than they can suck it for all I care. I used to care what others thought about me, but I no longer do. So, if how I became who I am today is a far fetch for some to grasp, I could care less. I strongly believe that it’s possible for anyone to experience this.” I sit back and cross my legs. “Even you, Shepard.”

He nods. I’m sure he’s one of those that found my transformation somewhat unbelievable. There really is no way to explain it. How do you explain something you can’t fully grasp yourself? As long as the result makes you happy, that’s all that matters.

“SO, DID YOU ever tell him the three firsts he had claimed and the ones he had left to claim?”

“I eventually did.” I smile. “But I didn’t want him to be privy to such valuable information right off the bat.” Shepard nods again and rests back in his chair allowing me to continue with the story. I like that about him. There are things he wants to know, and a list I’m sure he’s even supposed to follow, but for the most part, he just sits and listens, allowing me to tell him the step-by-step instances that led me here today.