“I need to be inside of you,” I say against her heated skin. “Right now, baby. I need to fill you right now.”
I lift her off my lap so she can kick off the boxer shorts, and I quickly do the same with my flannel pants. Then she’s straddling my lap, the tip of my dick at her entrance. We both suck in a breath at the sight of it –our bodies joined together, pulses racing inside our most intimate parts. Hearts beating together in perfect harmony. I grip her under her ass and thighs to guide her descent.
“Slow, baby. Look at me while I fill you one inch at a time.”
Ally’s glazed eyes touch mine, lust shining bright and wild within them. I ease her down just a bit, just enough so that my head is nestled inside her, and watch the emotions play out on her face. Surprise. Pain. Complete and utter ecstasy.
“More?” I ask.
Ally nods, struggling to keep her eyes open and trained on me. “Yes. More.”
One more hard, glorious inch. Her walls contract and expand, but she’s still tight and a little swollen from last night. Even dripping wet, I feel her walls squeezing me like a vice grip.
“God, baby,” I grit out, restraining myself from just driving into her. “More?”
“Yes, yes. Justice, please,” she whines.
She cries out when I give her what she craves. She begs for even more, and I can’t resist complying with her wishes.
“Oh, this is too much. Too…too…much. I can’t hold on,” she sobs.
“Just a little more, baby. Stay with me.”
I ease her down onto the last few inches, thrusting up to meet the jolting movement, and I feel Ally break apart all over my lap. Her insides suck and pull at me, and I bounce her up and down in a fast, unrelenting rhythm. Her walls keep quaking, and she rides out the never-ending orgasm, crying my name, her face buried in the crook of my neck.
“Shit,” I grit out, when my own climax clutches my spine. With her pussy still contracting, my release draws tight at my groin. I lift Ally off before it’s too late, and set her on shaky legs.
“Taste yourself, baby,” I pant hoarsely, holding the base of my dick. “Taste how sweet you are. Suck yourself right off me.”
Her eyes grow wide with shock and delight as she takes in the sight of me stroking my glistening wet cock. Reluctantly, she licks her lips and slides down onto her knees between my legs.
“Don’t be afraid, baby. Trust me; you’ll love it.”
Ally’s gaze flicks to mine, desire burning hot and bright. She wraps her hand around mine before slowly bringing her lips to the slick tip, and I groan loudly when I feel her pink tongue snake out and lick circles around my head.
“You like it?” I ask her, my voice thick with overwhelming need.
“Yes,” she answers breathlessly.
“Then lick it all, baby. Don’t waste a drop.”
I pulse violently as she slides my hardness between her lips and onto her tongue, until it touches the back of her throat. She takes me slowly at first, getting accustomed to the foreign feeling. Then she’s sucking me hungrily, vibrating my dick with her moans while still squeezing me at the root. I buck my hips upward, eager to meet release.
“So close. So close, baby,” I croak. “Touch yourself. Play with your clit while you make me come.”
She doesn’t hesitate this time, and a hand disappears between her legs. I feel the exact moment her fingers meet her soft folds, because she sucks me harder, more enthusiastically. Seeing her so turned on by her own flavor, my cock in her mouth and her hand stroking her pussy, makes the heat at my core burst and expand into a glowing hot ball of liquid fire, that snakes through my body faster than I can stop it. With an agonized growl, I grudgingly pull Ally’s mouth away, just as the first spurt is purged from my body. She watches with rapt fascination as cum spills onto my tight belly, and I jerk and shiver through the category 5 climax.
“Wow,” she whispers, her lips red and swollen. I groan in response, unable to do much more.
As if I could be even more enamored by her, as if she could possibly do anything else to make the magnitude of infatuation grow any more, she leans over and licks the salty, milky trail of my surrender cooling on the rigid muscles of my abs. I cradle her face lovingly and stroke her hair, so overwhelmed with emotion in this moment, and too raw to even begin to put it into words.
It’s the ultimate act of submission, yet Ally dominates every muddled thought, every sensation coursing through my body, and every single, ragged breath in my lungs.
Soft purrs tickle the inside of my thigh while her head rests on my leg after she’s devoured every drop of me. I lift her into my arms and cradle her against my chest, both our naked bodies sticky with sweat and arousal.
“You should’ve recorded that for your spank bank,” she says, once our breaths have leveled.
“What makes you think I didn’t?”
“True. Just Photoshop some bigger boobs on me. The Olsen twins need some meat on their bones.”
“Shhhh. You’re perfect, angel,” I whisper in her hair. “Perfect just the way you are.”
IT’S FUNNY HOW you never realize how much you hate sleeping alone until you’re forced to.
There. I said it. I hate sleeping alone.
Or maybe I just hate sleeping without Ally tucked into my side, her red, disheveled mane falling into my face and smothering me in slumber. Or her drool trickling onto my chest, or her spontaneous bouts of snoring scaring the shit out of me in the middle of the night.
God. I fucking love it.
So much so, that I couldn’t sleep a wink after she slipped out my front door, leaving me satisfied, yet still hungry for her in every way, shape and form.
“People will start to talk,” she said, sliding on her sandals. Those ugly-ass sandals. God, I fucking love them too.
“Let them talk.”
“You’re cute,” she smiled, before touching her lips to mine. “Cute, but not careless. You know how people love to talk. And those women haven’t had a piece of juicy gossip to feast on in months.”
“Fuck them,” I answered, wrapping her in my arms, refusing to let her go.
“Mmmm.” She ran her nose from the base of my throat up to my chin. “I like it when you don’t shave. Scruff is sexy on you.”
“You’re sexy on me,” I replied, letting my hands drift down to squeeze her ass. It fit perfectly in my palms. “Stay. Don’t go.”
“You’re diabolical, Mr. Drake,” she said shaking her head. She kissed my lips and unwound my hands from her body. “Tonight, ok? I’ll come by right after dinner. I’ll even skip the panna cotta, so you better have some ice cream for me.”
“I’ll have more than that for you.”
She turned around and smiled at me just before she hit the doorframe, and all I could do is bask in that smile like it was the warmest, brightest ray of sunlight I’d ever seen. I would go blind before I stopped staring at her.
“Tonight,” she said. “We’ll have tonight.”
I wish I had made her stay. I wish I would’ve told her that I needed to talk to her, that it couldn’t wait another minute, that there was something she needed to know about me before we went any further. But I just stood there, dumbfounded, staring at that trail of fire until she disappeared into the main house.
Even with the lack of sleep, I can’t wait to get to class this morning. I shower, shave and throw on my clothes with more zeal than I’ve ever had. I don’t even bother to do my daily ritual of checking Google alerts, Page Six or all the other gossip rags. None of that matters anymore. Not when the memory of Ally’s body under mine, trembling with the aftershocks of orgasm while mewling my name, is permanently burned into my skull.
I’ve barely stepped inside, when Riku approaches me, trailed by my head of concierge, Diane, and a few members of my staff.
“Dude…are you ok?” he asks, concern engraved in his face. He squints his slanted eyes, making them look black under his dark brows.
“Yeah,” I fr
own, taking in everyone’s anxious stares. “What’s going on?”
“Haven’t you checked the news? I’ve been texting you.”
I fish my cell out of my pocket and press the Home button. Completely black. I must’ve forgotten to charge it after Ally and I took naked selfies yesterday. Shit, that’s not like me.
“Phone’s dead. Why? What’s up?”
Riku looks around, stalling nervously, as a few of the housewives trickle into the great room for this morning’s lesson. My gaze goes straight over his shoulder, past everything and everyone else, in anticipation of seeing Ally.
“You should really check the news, J.D.,” he says gravely. “Heidi is on her way down.”
“Heidi?” That gets my attention. I’ve worked with her for years, yet have only actually seen her less than a handful of times. This obviously isn’t a social visit.
“Yeah. Flight got in early this morning. She’ll be here any-”
“She’s already here,” a voice says from behind me. Heidi DuCane, the HBIC of the PR world, and renowned pit bull in a skirt. Heidi is probably the only person on earth that can make me shiver at her cold demeanor. The ice queen’s penchant for perfection and results is what has made her the most sought after—and highest paid—publicist in the business. And her sharp, Nordic features and statuesque frame have definitely made her the hottest.
I take in the tall, leggy blonde holding a sleek briefcase at her side, and nod at her approach. Heidi’s flawless face is screwed into a scowl that would make even the toughest alpha male wilt on sight. Riku shrinks back into the kitchen before she stops in front of me.
“Charge your fucking phone, Drake,” she says without preamble. Then she turns to make her way across the courtyard towards my house.
I look back at Diane, feeling a few inches shorter. “Dismiss the ladies. Tell them to review in their suites, then they’re free to enjoy the day.”
When I look up, she’s there, stealing the breath from my lungs and replacing it with what feels like helium. I feel like I’m floating when she’s around, so high that I can kiss the sun. She looks back at me, frozen in place, those cherry lips slightly parted as if she’s just gasped or moaned. It takes everything in me not to stride over to her and find out for myself.
“Standby. I’ll be in touch,” I mutter to Diane without looking at her. Then I turn away and step back into my cold, dark reality.
“THIS IS FUCKED, Drake. Seriously. How could you let this happen?”
Heidi paces the floor of my living room in 6-inch Louboutins, a smartphone in each of her hands. She brings one up to her ear and barks out an order, but I don’t hear it. My eyes and ears don’t move past the scenes playing out on the television screen. Variations of the same headline play over and over again as people try to speculate and dissect the bit of information they’ve been given on a silver platter.
Breaking News: Sex Doctor to the Stars Revealed!
Male Sexpert Transforms Socialites into Sexpots
$250k to sleep with your wife? You won’t believe who his celeb clients are!
A real life Dr. Feel Good? His patients unmasked.
Who is Justice Drake? Celebrity Consultant or Sexual Predator?
Who is Justice Drake?
Who is Justice Drake?
Even I can’t answer that.
“Justice. Justice!” I turn towards the sound of Heidi’s aggravated voice, but I don’t look at her. “Did you hear what I just said?”
“They don’t have anything. Just a name. All they have is a name,” I answer almost robotically, ignoring her question.
“Yeah, but who knows who leaked that? And it’s only a matter of time before they have more.”
I turn back to the TV just as the scene changes, displaying a new headline. “A Search for Justice.” Clever.
“Justice… I’ve got my hands full dealing with irate clients. You promised them full discretion, and now they’re scared this will get out.” She walks over to me and places a slender hand on my wrist. It’s the first time Heidi has ever touched me. Her skin is softer than I imagined, more delicate. Even with the hard exterior, Heidi is a woman through and through. I briefly wonder about her love life. Is she married? Dating? Gay or straight? Is someone making her toes curl regularly?
“Hey,” she coos with a pained smile. “You have to make a decision here. The curtain is closing. Time to send them home.”
“No.” I’m on my feet, fists balled at my sides.
“No? Justice, did you hear what I just said? We breached contract. You will lose everything if you don’t fix this shit right now. Send the women home, refund their money, and disappear before someone reveals your identity.”
“I don’t give a fuck. I can’t let her… I’m not ready to. I can’t send them back yet. I’m not done.”
“Jesus Christ! Listen to yourself!” she says throwing her hands up in exasperation. “I can’t represent you if you don’t listen to me. We still have time to fix this if we act now. It’s not like you’re actually fucking any of these women.”
My eyes pierce hers reflexively, wide with guilt. Or fear. Or maybe a mixture of both. She reads my expression like the back of a cereal box.
“Holy fuck, you didn’t. Tell me you didn’t, Justice. Tell me right this fucking minute!”
“Heidi, it’s not like that…” I croak. But it doesn’t sound convincing even to my ears. Apparently, Heidi doesn’t buy it either.
“I can’t believe you. I knew it. I knew it. Since the last time we spoke. I just didn’t want to believe that you would ever be so careless. You of all people, with your rules and control or anonymity. You would never do something so stupid.”
“I can fix this.”
“You can’t do shit. Who is she, Justice? Which one is it? Maybe there’s still a way to salvage this mess. If I know who she is, we know how much to offer for her silence.”
I stay quiet. Partly because I won’t betray Ally like that, and partly because I’m too much of a coward to tell her that I don’t want to fix this. Now that the secret is out, I can breathe. I don’t have to hide who I am anymore. I don’t have to hide how I feel.
“Name, Justice. Now.”
I look up at Heidi, feeling like this is the beginning of the end. As much as I try to fight it, I know it’s over. I know that the sun has set on Ally and me.
“We can’t pay her off. She’s not for sale.”
Heidi raises a meticulously arched brow. “Everyone is for sale, Justice. You should know that better than anyone.”
“Well, she’s not. Not Ally.”
“Ally? As in Allison Elliot-Carr? The Allison Elliot-Carr? For fuck’s sake, Justice, why did you have to diddle the richest bitch here? You’re right; there’s nothing you can offer her that she doesn’t already have probably stashed in her coin purse.”
“Like I said, it’s not like that. She wouldn’t take it anyway.”
“And how would you know? Are you two supposed to be in love or something? Do you think, even for one second, that she would leave her life of excess and luxury for one with you? She has Evan, Mr. Sexiest Man Alive according to People magazine. Even Oprah would hit that. No offense, Justice, but what would she want with you?”
I don’t answer, because I don’t have one. Heidi is right. Compared to Evan, I’m a pauper on paper. And that’s never really bothered me…until now.
The television screen flashes with the words “Breaking News” scrolling at the bottom. Heidi turns up the volume just as Giuliana Rancic begins her diatribe.
“The media is buzzing after it has been revealed that an unidentified man, known as Justice Drake, is actually the sex therapist to the starlets. And apparently, he has some high profile clients. It’s been confirmed that earlier reports placing Allison Elliot-Carr, wife of Evan Carr, at an exclusive spa were indeed false, and that she has been at an undisclosed location with this celeb sexpert. When we reached out to the Carr camp for questioning, they replied, “No Comment.
” The question now is, did Evan Carr actually hire a man to sleep with his wife in order to make her a better lover? Stay tuned for more on this story…”
I switch off the TV. I don’t need to hear anymore.
“You see?” Heidi says, gesturing towards the blank screen. “Bits and pieces are falling into place. And now they have the Carrs involved? This is bad, Justice. Even you have to admit that.”
“I know.” My head is in my hands, rubbing my temples.
“Let them go. You can start over somewhere else, get a new alias, new staff. It’s best to get out now before you’re forced to.”
I look at Heidi, but all I can see is Ally. All I can see are those sad eyes smiling at me for the last time. She’d go to her corner of the world, and I’d stay safely tucked away in mine.
“I can’t,” I whisper, and I know in that moment, that I will. I can’t keep her. The mirage is just that—something so beautiful and desired, it can’t possibly be real.
Light knocking at the door lifts my heavy head and has me sprinting for the door. I open it without checking who’s there.
“Ally.” It’s like I’ve just breathed after being underwater for hours.
“I’m sorry to interrupt...” She peers around my frame, and when her eyes grow wide, I know what she sees: A tall, leggy blonde with a killer body, heels and a pencil skirt that looks like it was painted on. “Um, uh, I can come back.”
I grab her arm before she can even escape me an inch. “No. Stay.” Stay. If she only she could feel the weight of that tiny, miniscule word. “Heidi was just leaving.”
“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” the sex-on-legs publicist mumbles behind me. She makes her way to the door, stopping to press her red, glossed lips to my cheek. “You’ve got 24 hours, Drake. Make a decision,” she whispers before turning her icy grey gaze on Ally with a tip of her head. “Mrs. Carr.”
We watch as Heidi struts away, hips swaying to the rhythm of her spiked heels. When Ally turns back to me, she looks pensive.