Hollywood Bad Boys Club: Book 1: Drake (13 page)

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.

A
llie 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 passing 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.

T
he 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.

The best thing about our sex is that I reach orgasm more often and with less difficulty with Drake than with any other man I’ve been with. Unlike some of them, he never has erection issues and I playfully call him RoboCock because he’s always hard at exactly the moment I need him to be. And every time I see that astounding physique I’m reminded of how many other women would want to be spending a week like this.

I’m a very lucky girl, floating on cloud nine during this week in Italy.

Until the bottom falls out.

That happens on the evening of my eighth day in Rome, with Drake shooting all day at Cinecittà. I spend the day strolling around Rome's Tridente district, an area known for its upscale shops and designer boutiques. At the intersection of Via Bocca di Leone and Via della Carroze, two narrow cobblestone streets, I spot the famous La Perla lingerie store and decide to buy something sexy to wear that evening when Drake returns to the suite.

I know immediately upon entering the boutique that I'm about to have a religious experience surpassing anything I felt in Saint Peter's Basilica. Everywhere I turn I find the most exquisite lingerie, each item more impossibly beautiful than the last. It's almost distressing because I have no idea how I'll be able to decide which of these lovely pieces to take home, and at these prices, I definitely can't afford more than one.

My fears prove unfounded, as it turns out I know the exact item I want the second my eyes land on it. It's an enchanting bodysuit in a delicate Chantilly lace tea rose design, a truly ethereal pattern. The high neck and full-length lace sleeves are graceful and sensual. It's both concealing and yet revealing, playful while also devastatingly sexy. The bodysuit comes with a lovely racerback triangle bra in stretch tulle and matching lace that’s meant to be worn underneath, but I already know I'll set that aside to be used another day. It’s absurdly expensive, about half my monthly mortgage payment, but I rarely treat myself to such luxuries and decide I simply have to have it.

Because the shooting schedules can be unpredictable, I only know that Drake will be home between nine p.m. and three in the morning. After dinner in the room, I shower and slip on the lace bodysuit without the accompanying bra. I also choose not to wear panties, leaving everything quite visible under the sheer material. The combination is breathtakingly beautiful and fits my curves perfectly, minimizing my flaws while accentuating my assets. I’m practically buzzing with anticipation, ridiculously excited to see Drake’s reaction when he walks through the door and sees me.

I don’t have to wait nearly as long as I thought. I’ve just finished the last step – my hair – when I hear the suite’s door open. Giddy as a school girl, I move to the door of the bedroom and try to glide sexily into the living area, nonchalantly and yet with an obviously dirty purpose. As I round the corner, though, it’s not Drake Manning I see.

It’s a woman.

She’s short with black hair, and she removes her jacket and drops it on a chair, along with her purse. Her flawless figure is poured into a tight black sequined sheath. The already-low top has a neckline that plunges dramatically and barely contains her sizable breasts, and the hem is so high that if she lifts her arms she’ll expose herself. She sees me at exactly the moment I see her, and we quickly scan each other’s clothing and likely arrive at the same conclusion: This is an outfit obviously meant to seduce a man.

Then I see her face and realize I’m looking at Siena Alessi, the Italian movie star who is Drake’s co-star in the movie. We stare at each other awkwardly for a second, then I ask, “Can I help you?”

In an accented voice that can no doubt induce immediate erections, she says, “I am Siena. Who are you?”

“I’m Allie. Was Drake expecting you?”

She ignores my question and coolly appraises my body with her eyes. “No, I was going to make a surprise for him. You are American. Are you his girlfriend?”

I start to say yes, then I realize I don’t know exactly what I am to Drake. Siena keeps looking at my sheer bodysuit and I say, “Excuse me,” and run to put on a robe. Part of me hopes she won’t be there when I return, that I had imagined it. But she’s still standing in the middle of the room in that ridiculously sexy dress. My god, those legs, that thin waist. I would give anything to have a body like that, just so I could wear clothes like that.

“Drake is still shooting,” I say, for lack of something better. “He’ll be back soon.” Why did I mention that? I do not want this woman to be here when he returns.

She seems to see the look of concern on my face and her attitude changes instantly. “No, no, no. I just came here to talk to him about the scene we shoot tomorrow, maybe to rehearse a little.”

There’s an uncomfortable pause before she says, “I should leave now.”

“Yes,” I say, my only way of defending my territory. Only now I’m unsure of whether the territory in question is actually mine.

Siena takes her coat and purse and moves to the door, stopping long enough to turn around and say, “Nothing happened with me and Drake.” I suppose she knew I would wonder. I have no reaction, then she leaves with a perfunctory smile, shutting the door behind her.

I stand there for a moment, trying to process what has just happened.

Then I burst into tears.

For the next two hours, I cry my eyes out, torturing myself with question after question about Siena Alessi’s presence in the suite. How did she get a key? Did Drake give it to her? Was he lying all along about not having slept with her? Will he simply lie to me when he comes back, and worse yet, will I believe him rather than risk losing him? And most importantly: Is he even mine to lose, or have I just been tricking myself into believing that was the case?

Out of curiosity, I pick up the shooting schedule from the dresser and look to see what scene is scheduled to be shot tomorrow, the one Siena seemed so intent on rehearsing. I’m hurt and offended to find that it’s the big sex scene, in which they’ll both be mostly naked together. The shoot includes moments in which the two are grinding together, kissing up and down each other’s bodies. It even calls for a shot where Drake takes Siena’s nipple into his mouth and sucks on it. It’s not X-rated stuff, but it’s very steamy and calls for them to be mostly naked and groping each other for hours.

Against my better judgement I decide I need to check the Drakecount site, to see if her name has been added since I last checked more than a week ago. My heart is in my throat as I wait for my computer to boot and load the site.

The new number might as well have punched in the face. It’s two higher than before. Any hope that I had sinks as I scan down the page to see who the new additions are, half expecting to see my own name atop the list. Instead, I see “Siena Alessi” at the very top, and the date of their supposed liaison is just before my arrival in Rome. Underneath her is the name Vanessa R., with a notation saying that entry is “unverified.”

There’s a link on Siena’s name and when I click I’m taken to a new page, the site of an Italian tabloid magazine called Chi. In my limited Italian, I know the word is pronounced like “key” and means “who.” I see photos of Drake and Siena in the lobby of this very hotel, the St. Regis, looking quite chummy, with her hugging him and pressing her body against his. As I Google-translate the article and read it, I discover they had an intimate dinner together, then returned to the hotel, where she spent the night in his suite. People on the set of
Entangled States
say they’ve been inseparable, making out between takes and spending most of their time in each other’s trailers. A camera operator said they had to stop several takes when Siena’s topless figure gave Drake noticeable erections. The final picture shows the two of them in the back of a limousine, the door wide open as they’re locked in a steamy kiss.

I close my browser, unable to fathom what a fool I’ve been. Then I remember the other new name on the list and stupidly open the browser again and go back to the site. There’s a link associated with Vanessa R.’s name, and I hold my breath and click.

This time I’m taken to a subforum on the popular website Reddit called “r/Starfuckers” which features posts from people who have supposedly bedded celebrities. This particular post, by the aforementioned Vanessa R., details “The Night I Fucked Drake Manning.” And it does so in extreme detail. I scan the text and see there’s only one photo, a badly focused picture of a naked man taken from behind in a dimly lit bedroom. This Vanessa claims she met Drake at a restaurant in Hollywood, where he was hanging out with friends, including Marcus Jennings of the Lakers. With minutes he invited her back to his place and she gave him head in his living room before he sent her on her way. Then he had an apparent change of heart and called her to come back to his house, where they “fucked like animals until four in the morning.”

This one sounds like bullshit to me, both the story and the picture, which could easily be of some other man. Then I happen to notice the date this rendezvous supposedly occurred: the same day I flashed Drake in my car, and the day before we made out in the back of the limo on the way to the airport – which would have occurred mere hours after their little tryst. Now convinced that the account can’t possibly be true, I take one last look at the photo. This man certainly has a beautiful ass like the one I’ve seen around the suite this week. That muscular butt, though, is blurry because the focus is on the foreground, where I see furniture and a dark red object in the corner that jolts something in my brain. I run breathlessly with my laptop to the bedroom, throw open the closet door and stare, my eyes fixed on Drake’s deep red suitcase. A black diagonal strip on the corner perfectly matches the one in the photo.

I crumple to my knees, my stomach churning.

How could I have possibly been so naïve?