Hollywood Bad Boys Club: Book 1: Drake

by Alexis Adaire

  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.

  22

  Allie

  Okay, 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, gri
nding 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.

  23

  Drake

  I honestly don’t know what to make of this chick.

  Allie Winters, who I initially thought was cute and might be fun to bed only because she seemed determined to resist me, has just fucked the holy hell out of me.

  Whether she’s really this good in bed with every guy she sleeps with or maybe we’re just a perfect sexual match, I can’t say. All I know is that now, as I watch her sleeping, I want more. I need to know why things are so intense between us, why I can’t get her out of my mind even immediately after I’ve finished fucking her.

  I gently brush the hair back from her face, but Allie doesn’t notice. The poor woman is exhausted after her long flight, our brief sightseeing tour, and the strenuous sex. After she climbed on top and came really hard while fucking me, we took a break and ordered room service, then I wanted to have her again. Saying she was too tired to fuck, she slid down my torso and took me in her mouth a second time. This blowjob wasn’t as intense, but was more leisurely, her mouth languidly sucking on me until I was hard, then continuing until I finally sprayed another load in her mouth. Allie kept sucking me, softly but insistently, draining every last drop until I was completely limp. She moved up my body to give me a deep kiss, her mouth tasting of my cum, which I found intensely sexy – rather than gross, as I would have with any other woman.

  Seconds later she was sound asleep. Since then I’ve been lying here, staring at her.

  Like I said, I don’t know what to make of this chick. But I do know she’s great in bed.

  I gaze at her adorable face and wonder if I could be with a woman like this, long-term. She’s smart, sexy, successful, an outstanding fuck…

  I’m awakened by a mouth on my cock, gently sucking me. It takes a moment to remember I’m in Rome, and the mouth belongs to Allie. I lie still and enjoy her efforts for a few minutes, then run my fingers through her hair. When I do, she looks up and smiles, but keeps sucking as she looks at me. I usually hate it when chicks do that, but this time I have to admit it’s pretty amazing. Her mouth slides on and off me, her tongue doing all sorts of things, all while I gaze into those eyes. After a while, she pulls back, and with my cock still touching her lips, she says, “It was already hard when I woke up. I stared at it for a while, then couldn’t resist.”

  She’s still naked and I want her – need her, in fact. I pull her up to me, then rub my finger in the clear pre-cum oozing from my cock and play with her clit. Allie seems to love it, holding my wrist and squeezing it whenever I hit the right spot. We do this for a few minutes, me coating my finger in pre-cum and stroking her with it. Once, I lube up my pinky with the silky liquid as she watches, then move right past her clit down to her ass, using the little finger to tease her opening. She arches her back and moans softly in response and I push her, slipping the tip in.

  At that point she grabs my wrist and stops me. I respond by roughly pushing her thighs apart, opening up her pussy before moving my body in between them.

  “You have to go, Drake,” Allie whispers. “It’s almost noon.” She remembered my call time.

  “They’ll wait for me,” I say as I ease my cock all the way into her.

  Allie insisted she’ll be fine while I’m shooting, not to worry about her. After a long day of action scenes, I return to the suite after midnight, weary but looking forward to seeing her again. That day’s shoot didn’t include Siena, but I thought about her off and on, though my mind kept going back to Allie naked in my bed.

  When I finally make it back to the suite, I’m spent. Allie greets me with a hug and says, “I have a surprise for you.” She leads me by the hand into the bedroom, where she pushes me into a chair and slowly strips her clothes off, one item at a time, until she’s completely naked. Then she stands me up and strips me down to my gray boxer briefs. Neither of us is surprised that I’m hard as a rock by this time.

  “I’ve wanted to do this ever since I first saw your Calvin Klein underwear ad,” she says, dropping to her knees. She rubs my cock through the cotton until I’m fully erect, then puts her mouth on my underwear and gently sucks. I’m insane with desire at this point, and watch her intently as she plays and teases. There’s no effort on her part to lower my briefs, so I start to slide them down, but she stops me. Looking up at me with those big eyes, she just shakes her head no then goes back to stroking and sucking me.

  When I start moaning, Allie removes her mouth and strictly uses her hand, jerking me off through my underwear. I’ve never experienced anything like this before and it doesn’t take long at all before I’m close, moaning loudly. The fact that she’s not looking up at me, but is staring straight at the outline of my cock as she continues to stroke it, is profoundly sexy and pushes me over the edge. I grunt as I unload repeatedly, a wet spot forming quickly on the dark cotton. She continues to stroke me, firmly but gently, until I’m spent, then sits back on her heels to admire her handiwork.

  “That’s exactly what I imagined it would be like,” she says, “and I’ve imagined it many times.”

  Allie stands and wraps her arms around my neck. She smells amazing, freshly showered and flowery. There’s such an innocent look about this woman that I have a sudden urge to defile her in the filthiest of ways, knowing that she would likely enjoy it as much as I.

  “You can go to sleep in a minute,” she says, “but first, I have a job for you.” She sits on the edge of the bed and points at the floor. “Kneel.”

  I look at her, not quite understanding. “Seriously?”

  “Kneel,” she says again, more firmly this time. I play along and kneel on the carpet in front of her, very aware of the messy goo still in my underwear. She spreads her legs and I see her thoroughly wet pussy, the lips slightly parted.

  “Now you make me come,” Allie says, putting her hand on the back of my head and pulling me into her. As my mouth is pressed against her I’m engulfed by her musky smell and delicious taste. I do as told and lick her all over, focusing my efforts on her engorged clit. I don’t have to work very long at all and can feel her getting more excited with each passi
ng second.

  “Yes, just like that,” she says. Her body begins writhing as I increase the pace of my tongue. “Don’t stop.” Then again more urgently. “Don’t stop!” Her other hand also grabs my head and she pulls me hard against her, grinding herself on my face as she comes. Her groans are so loud I’m afraid the hotel’s other guests will hear.

  As soon as she’s finished, she says, “Good job, Mr. Movie Star. Now go wash up. You’ve got another big day tomorrow and need to get some sleep.”

  I really, really like this woman.

  24

  Allie

  The next week is amazing. Or incredible. Or maybe unbelievable – take your pick. On the four days Drake is shooting, I go on sightseeing and shopping excursions: the Trevi Fountain, the Spanish Steps, the Vatican, the Senate, the Piazza di Spagna area… even back to the Colosseum for an actual tour this time. Adding to the sense of wonder is the fact that I’m in Rome with Drake Manning, that I’ll see him at the suite later each day. How I ended up in Italy with the world’s biggest movie star is the stuff of fantasies, only in this case it’s actually happening.

  The three days Drake isn’t shooting are filled with mind-boggling sex. It seems that nothing we try doesn’t work spectacularly, and we try as many things as possible. We fuck in every position we can think of, all over that suite, and even once on the hotel’s rooftop in the middle of the night. I even give up my ass for him, something I have done rarely with other men, mostly because I never really enjoyed it much. With Drake, though, it was obvious how much he was aching to do it, but I also wanted it, wanted to know how it felt to be taken by him in that way. I surprised him by suggesting it, and the result was pure bliss for both of us, so delicious that we’ve done it twice more since then. He can be so gentle as a lover when I need him to, then rough and forceful enough to let me fantasize about dark and dirty things that I never allowed myself to imagine when I was with other men.