Hollywood Bad Boys Club: Book 1: Drake (12 page)

W
ell
,
that
was unexpected. Actually, “unexpected” doesn’t really capture it, it was bizarre, irritating, and embarrassing. I never come quickly, ever. So what went wrong this time? Maybe it was the fact that we were in the Colosseum, or that I’d seen Siena’s nearly naked body so many times this week after refusing her advances. Or maybe it was just that I’ve been lusting hard after Allie for a couple of weeks and her pussy felt so incredibly soft and warm and wet around me.

Regardless of the reason, I was shocked when I felt my orgasm approaching that quickly, then mortified when I realized I wasn’t going to be able to hold off. I damn near came inside of her. What should have been an intense moment became a humiliating one, and I knew immediately that my only hope at redemption is to take Allie back to the suite and fuck the holy hell out of her for an hour or two, break for dinner, then do it again.

So that’s exactly what I do. I hurry her back to the limo and tell the driver to take us to the hotel. We’re only twenty minutes away, but it feels like the longest twenty minutes of my life. I lead her by the hand through the lobby and into the elevator. As soon as the doors shut I need to see those tits. I quickly unbutton her sweater and she barely protests when I slide it off her arms. Allie resists when I start to unclasp her bra, but I have it off of her before she can say anything. We’re already at the top floor and there are only three other suites there, so we have a good chance at privacy in the hallway.

When the doors open I escort her to my room. Since I’m still holding her clothes, she makes an adorable, futile attempt to cover those big beautiful tits as we walk down the hallway. We get inside undetected and I drop everything and literally sweep her off her feet to carry her to the bedroom, setting her forcefully on the mattress and yanking her skirt up to her waist. She leans back on the bed and gives me a filthy look, as if she approves of what I’m doing. Her exposed pussy glistens with wetness and I quickly peel my clothes off, my cock already hard, and climb above her, spreading her legs and moving into place between them. Normally I’d insist on using a condom, but it just doesn’t seem right with Allie, and besides we’ve already fucked that up. She must be thinking the same thing because she spreads her legs wider as I push my way into that warm pussy, not stopping until I completely bottom out.

That orgasm in the colosseum settled me down and this time I’m in complete control, fucking her slowly while I stare down at her. Allie’s eyes don’t have the usual look of awe or admiration, but something entirely different, somehow deeper, more meaningful. Whatever it is, it makes me uncomfortable so I grab the back of her neck with one hand and fuck her more intensely. I want this to be physical, not emotional. Allie responds and moves her hips to meet my thrusts as I begin plunging into her even harder.

“You like that?” I ask. She nods and closes her eyes.

Before long her ragged breathing signals that she’s getting close to coming, but I sense she’s having trouble getting there.

“How do you want it? Tell me.” I know I can’t hold back forever and I want to make this woman come before I do again.

Her eyes open again and she looks at me fiercely. Beads of sweat dot her forehead. “From behind. Doggy,” she says, her voice raspy with need.

I love a woman who knows exactly what she wants in bed and isn’t afraid to tell me. I pull out unceremoniously and roll her over, then grab her hips and yank them upward till she’s on her knees and bent forward. I push into her again hard and hold those hips as I start fucking her. She feels amazing, her tight pussy clenching me with every thrust.

“Like this?” I ask. It’s less a question and more a declaration of malicious intent.

“Harder,” she manages between heavy breaths. I grin behind her back. Allie likes it rough – this is too good to be true. I reach forward and grab a fistful of her hair and jerk back as I start pounding her. She moans and pushes her hips back, forcing me in further. I reach around her and grab a tit, squeezing her nipple between my fingers as a gasp escapes her lips. Her moans increase and at just the right moment, I bring both of my hands forward and clasp them over her mouth, keeping her head pulled back while I jackhammer my cock in and out of her. I feel her pussy spasm on me as she gives in to the orgasm, moaning hard into my hand and her body rocking against me. I don’t let up, holding her in that position as she continues to thrash in ecstasy. I keep hammering away at her pussy until I finally feel her go limp.

When I pull out, Allie slowly sinks to the bed. I look down at her ass am instantly overcome by the desire to slide my cock into it, to know what she feels like in that way. I run a finger from the small of her back slowly downward until it grazes her opening, but she thwarts me by rolling over on her back to face me. Strands of hair are matted against her forehead and her body is shiny with sweat. Mine is, too, I realize as she reaches out to take my hard-on in her hand.

“Not a bad first attempt,” she says. Her fingers look tiny wrapped around my rigid cock.

“Second attempt,” I say. Her expression tells me she doesn’t get it. “Earlier? The Colosseum?”

She smiles and says, “Oh, that. I thought that was foreplay.” At that moment, I realize how much I adore this woman. Allie is definitely different from all the others.

A second later, I watch still kneeling on the bed as she rises up and tenderly licks my balls, never taking her hand off my rock-hard shaft. One at a time, she gently takes them into her mouth and caresses them with her tongue. It’s moments like this that I’m glad I keep myself hairless down there. Allie works her way upward, then descends on my cock, taking it into her mouth inch by inch. I brush her hair back with one hand so I can watch her go to work on me, and I’m not disappointed. She sucks me ravenously; not that fake slutty stuff you see in porn, but a more honest sort of slutty blowjob, as if she truly can’t get enough of me. I’ve had my share of head, and while I may have been serviced by more expert women, Allie’s combination of skill and enthusiasm is as close to perfect as I can imagine.

It doesn’t take long before I get that feeling in my balls, that familiar signal that an orgasm is imminent. I try to postpone it as long as possible, not wanting this amazing blowjob to end. It’s useless, though, because Allie’s mouth and lips and tongue are working against me.

“I’m gonna come,” I warn her. There’s no reply, and she’s so entranced in what she’s doing that I can’t be sure she even heard me.

“Allie, I’m about to come,” I moan loudly. She responds this time, not verbally, but by doubling down on her efforts. Her hand starts pumping my cock as she positions her mouth at the end, her lips and tongue covering the last inch of so by the head. That’s more than I can stand and with a loud groan I erupt, unloading inside her mouth. She keeps stroking and sucking and I continue to pour myself into her until I have nothing left to give. Sliding her tongue off of me, she swallows as she continues to stroke me. When another few beads of cum appear, she looks up and smiles, her hair a beautiful mess from the physicality of our sex, then leans down and gently licks the head of my cock to clean it up.

Like I said, this girl is special.

O
kay
, here’s the thing: I love giving head. There’s something about having a man’s erection in my mouth that gives me a feeling of power over him. As a woman, the world is set up to make me feel at every turn like my gender is the lesser of the two, and that feeling is reinforced day in and day out in a myriad of ways, big and small. It is at times infuriating and disheartening. All that changes, though, when I have a cock in my mouth, because I know that cock’s owner is absolutely helpless for those few moments. The things I know I can do will reduce him to a moaning puppet in my hands (and lips).

It was no different with Drake Manning and his beautiful hard cock, at least not on his end. I skillfully coaxed him to orgasm and happily swallowed every bit of the evidence. What
is
different is the surprising way I felt while doing it.

Manning had just brought me to the most intense orgasm I’ve had in months, fucking me very roughly from behind, which is my favorite way to fuck. I don’t always come that way, but it was actually pretty easy this time, since I’ve been thinking about doing just that for the last two weeks. Having his thick hard-on inside of me was amazing, and I was exhausted by the time he finished with me, my walls spasming as his cock slid out of me. When his hands released my mouth, I sank down to the bed to catch my breath. I felt his fingers on my back, gently moving toward my butt. It was amazing when he touched my opening, but I wasn’t ready for that and decided to re-route things and suck him off instead.

Once I felt him in my mouth, though, I became intent on giving him the best blowjob he’s ever had, regardless of how many women had performed that act on him before. Sure, I’m a writer and not a model or actress or NFL cheerleader, but I know what I’m doing and Manning seemed to respond to my efforts.

Now that I’ve finished, I eagerly lap up the remnants of cum trickling out of him, then pull him down to the bed with me. He wraps his arms around me and we just lie there, both sweaty and panting like dogs.

Eventually I break the silence. “Okay, so you’ve had me now. Should I fly back home?” Although I say it half-jokingly, I’m wondering if Manning will lose interest in me now, if I’ll become just another woman he’s conquered. I try to smile so he won’t see the insecurity behind my comment.

Instead of joking, though, he gently kisses my sweaty forehead.

“No, you’re staying here with me for a while,” he says softly. A few blissful seconds tick by before he adds, “I’m not done fucking you yet. Not even close.”

Although I’ve just orgasmed a few minutes before, my body reacts to his statement with renewed wetness and my mind reels at the possibilities that this bed holds for us. More importantly, as Drake wordlessly reaches for my hand and takes it in his, my chest feels suddenly warm and I realize how utterly happy I am.

We lie like that for a while, hand in hand. I ask him about the shoot and in particularly about his beautiful co-star. He tells me they’re getting along well and that the chemistry seems to be amazing on set.

“Have you slept with her?” I ask. I try to make it sound casual, but it probably comes off as pathetic and jealous. Regardless, I need to know.

“No,” he says. “Not yet.”

I freeze and turn to look into his eyes, barely a foot away from my own. When I see the smile and realize he’s joking about the latter part, I breathe a small sigh of relief.

Drake rolls over on his side, facing me. As we talk, he stares at my breasts, then at my entire body, inspecting me, taking it all in. For my part, I sneak glances at his chiseled abs, his muscular thighs. But they’re just that – glances – while he shameless looks me over as if I’m a new car he’s deciding whether to purchase. I suddenly feel inadequate when I remember the thin, beautiful women in that photo on the website, then ones he had sex with at the Chateau Marmont the night before I met him. Them and all the other perfect-bodied women he’s bedded in the last decade – they all make me question my own less-than-perfect body.

As an overwhelming cloud of self-doubt begins to descend on me, Drake says quietly, “You have an amazing body, Allie.”

I resist the urge to make a joke, to brush off the compliment that doesn’t seem right, considering. He truly sounds sincere, though.

“I’m glad you like it,” is all I can manage, and I feel stupid afterward. Then his free hand finds my breast and gently caresses it. My nipple stiffens at his touch, and when he takes it between his thumb and forefinger and softly pinches it, I feel it in my pussy.

“Your tits are gorgeous,” Drake says. “I want you on top of me, so I can play with them while I’m inside of you. Think you can come that way?”

I’m actually surprised at his concern for my orgasm. Is he really this way with all the women he sleeps with?

“I would love to try,” I say. The reality is that it’s not my best position – we’ve already successfully tried my favorite. But looking down at him while impaled on his erection sounds like an incredible way to spend the next few minutes.

I know I’m ready, so I release his hand and slide mine down from his abs to prepare him. I’m stunned when my searching fingers encounter an already-stiff cock. He’s armed and ready for battle, hard as a rock despite having had two orgasms in the last couple of hours.

“Drake, are you always this hard?” I ask, my voice sounding huskier than I intended.

“When I’m next to this body I am.”

It’s a wonderful compliment, and I know he means it because I’ve repeatedly seen the evidence when we’re together. I suddenly want to feel him in me again, and I slide a leg across his waist. Looking down into his eyes, I reach between my legs and find him again, guiding him between my newly wet lips. Locking my gaze, I ease backward, downward, and feel him slip into me. It’s almost unbearably intense, the feeling of his girth pushing into me while I’m in this heightened state of arousal, looking into that famous face. I push down and press my clit against his pubic bone, grinding against it as I start to fuck him.

He slowly thrusts his hips forward, moving himself in and out of me. For a while it feels wonderful, then I get the urge to take control.

“Stop,” I say. He looks reluctant, so I implore him. “Please. Just lie there and don’t move a muscle. Let me do the work.”

Drake understands now and drops his hips to the bed, his hands reaching up to cup my breasts. I start to undulate, rocking back and forth and feeling his hard-on go deeper and deeper as I grind my clit on him.

“Lift your hips up,” I tell him. He does and I push back hard against him. The thickness of his cock pushing against my walls, combined with the sensations of my now-throbbing clit and his fingers on my nipples, are almost too much to bear and quickly pulls me over the cliff.

My entire body seems to detonate and wave after intense wave courses over me. Without any prompt from me, Drake seems to know what to do. He waits until just the right moment, then grabs my hips with both hands and fucks me ferociously. Just as my orgasm was beginning to wane he’s suddenly pounding me as hard as he can, and it’s like I’m being pulled back down underwater, unable to reach the surface as my nerves keep firing off in millions of tiny eruptions.

When he finally slows down, I’m light-headed, my pussy continuing to clench his hard cock involuntarily. I put my hands on Drake’s shoulders for support and look down at his incredible eyes. A bead of sweat rolls off my nose and lands on his cheek, and he smiles at me.

“If this is how it’s going to be every time, we’re in trouble,” he says.

He may be joking, but I already know how much trouble I’m in. It’s bad enough that I was already smitten for this guy, but on top of that we just combined for the best sex I’ve ever had in my life – on our first time together.

This isn’t good, it’s bad. Very bad.

I’m falling for a man I can’t possibly have.