His Hurricane (The Cocktail Girls)

by Alexis Adaire

  I hear him say something, but I’m too busy staring at the floor-to-ceiling windows looking out over the Strip to pay attention.

  “Marionberry or lavender?” he asks. Oh yeah, the cheesecake.

  “Do they have strawberry?” I ask.

  “A traditionalist. I approve.” He completes the order, then joins me at the window. “Incredible, isn’t it?”

  “I’m speechless.” He places his palm against the small of my back and I get a sexy little shiver.

  “And it’s not even the best view in the suite,” he says. “Come see.” When he takes my hand in his, I almost melt.

  I follow him into the bedroom and see a giant bed in a giant room, all done in tastefully muted silvers and purples. It has the same floor-to-ceiling windows, only there’s a huge Jacuzzi tub right up against them. Maddox turns off the lights and the ceiling is illuminated by the lights from the Strip below. Dozens of colors and shapes dot the ceiling like stars in the night sky. Some remain static while others dance and shimer or move across like little comets. The total effect is breathtaking.

  But I can’t be here.

  Not here, in the bedroom. Especially not with Maddox.

  Maddox Ramsey is a handsome, smart, rich, sexy gentleman. That makes me vulnerable, and I’m just not ready.

  Just before I can turn to leave the bedroom, he slips his arms around me from behind. He’s so much taller than me, and wider, and stronger, and I just feel enveloped in a cocoon of safety. The best-smelling cocoon on the planet, too.

  “What do you think?” His voice is deep, and I feel the vibrations resonate from his chest into my back. My nipples perk up as his forearms rest across the top of my chest. My body doesn’t normally react like this. At this point, my muscles usually grow tight with anxiety.

  What do I think? I think I wish I was normal so I could stay up here and have sex with Maddox all night.

  “It’s so beautiful.” It sounds lame, but man, it really is.

  He drops his head slightly, his breath warm against the side of my neck. “After the cheesecake gets here, we can eat it in the tub.”

  Getting naked with Maddox wouldn’t exactly be the worst thing in the world—if it stopped there.

  I try to turn out of his grasp, to walk towards the door and the safely of the well-lit living area of the suite. Instead I only manage to turn around so that I’m facing him, looking up at that beautiful face. He radiates strength and a calm confidence, so even if he didn’t look like a model he’d still be hot.

  I kiss him again, because I really love kissing this man. As our tongues play, I feel myself growing excited. Like, legit excited.

  This is new territory for me; sure, I’ve been sexually excited before, just generally when I’m alone and fantasizing. Or on those few occasions when I’ve found a man who was comfortable with my limits, but that arrangement never lasts long. Right now, though, I feel that distinct warmth in my lower abdomen and I realize I’m actually getting wet.

  What is it about this man?

  Oh, who the fuck am I kidding? It’s everything about him.

  He pulls me tighter into him, our kiss reaching epic heights, and I respond by wrapping my arms around his waist. Jesus, I could kiss this guy forever.

  Then I feel it. His erection, against my belly. That makes me even more excited, and of course I do what I always do.

  I don’t panic, but I know it’s time now. I can’t continue with this, regardless of how my body—and his—is trying to convince me to. Why aren’t men content with making out and cuddling? Why do they always push to go further?

  In my state of anxiety, I fall back on my old standby. The ploy that has worked beautifully every time I’ve used it since while I was still in high school.

  I bring my hand around to his chest, then slide it down his flat stomach. When I reach that hard bulge, I break our kiss as I take it in my hand.

  Holy shit. This guy is not small.

  Looking up at him, I slip down to my knees. Then my practiced hands undo his belt and side his zipper open. I don’t know how many times I’ve done this, but it’s a lot. In seconds, I’m peeling back the sides of his fly and tugging downward. He’s wearing sexy black boxer briefs and they look and feel brand new. I take hold of them and pull, and when he springs free I have to fight back a gasp.

  I’m not sure whether it’s the hardness or the size of him that surprises me. Both, most likely. And he’s his hair there is trimmed very short, just how I like ‘em. I wrap my fingers around the hard shaft, thrilling at the way it merges into my palm like it was meant to be there.

  My tongue licks all around the large head, then traces slowly down the length of him. I hold his shaft in my hand while I spend a while licking his slick balls, taking first one then the other into my mouth for a few seconds. Then I move back up and give him that dirty girl look men love to see, just before I open wide and lower myself down onto him.

  I know I’m good at this. Hell, I’m the fucking Blowjob Queen. I’ve had so much practice, I should be teaching courses in this shit. And within seconds, Maddox knows I’m the Blowjob Queen as well. His hands are in my hair as I gradually work his big shaft farther and farther into my mouth. I realize that he’s not merely touching my hair, he’s actually holding it to the side so he can get a clear view of what I’m doing.

  I let him watch for a while, then look up and make eye contact with him at the very instant I feel the tip of his cock nudge the back of my throat. Closing my eyes, I continue to take him in even further.

  Like I said, I’m really good at this.

  When his head starts to slip down my throat, I grab his tight ass with both hands and pull, bringing him toward me and forcing him in deeper still. He moans for the first time and pulls his hips back, then brings them forward again.

  Good boy. You understand. Fuck my face, just like that.

  I keep pulling him into me, then letting him move back a little, over and over. Soon, he’s sliding easily into my throat and I know he’s got to be getting close.

  Then he stops thrusting.

  “Tempest,” he says. “Not yet.”

  Sorry, handsome, that’s not how this works. You’re going to come now, in my mouth.

  I moan in return and redouble my efforts on his rock-hard cock. I’m so incredibly turned on that it surprises me, and when I feel the wetness continuing to flood my pussy, it’s all I can do to focus on the task at hand.

  “Slow down, I’m getting close.”

  No slowing down, my new friend. This is what I do. I feel his shaft swell. Goddamn, if he gets any bigger I’m in trouble.

  “Hey, I’m serious.”

  I go even harder on him, using my tongue, my lips, my hand.

  “I’m gonna come.”

  He tries to pull back, out of my mouth, but I refuse to let him. Instead, I use my free hand to cup his balls, feeling them move under my fingers. That completely undoes Maddox. His cock swells again, and he groans as an absolute torrent of warm cum hits the back of my mouth and pools on my tongue. There’s so much that even after I swallow immediately, it still feels like he’s filling my mouth.

  Some girls would have bailed out very early on, but not me. I’m all about that cum. I suck him hungrily until he has no more left to give him, then I keep sucking.

  I don’t want to stop, because when I stop, this is over.

  Eventually, he pulls back, his length sliding out from between my lips. We lock eyes just as I swallow for the second time, then he stumbles backward a couple of steps until his ass hits the bed.

  “Holy fuck.”

  His voice is gravelly and filled with grateful lust. I’ll take that as a compliment.

  I walk to the bed and wrap my fingers around his shaft, feeling it pulse. My wet pussy pulses along with it, which serves to remind me what I have to do now.

  It’s time to go.

  “I’m glad you liked it, Maddox. Listen, I have to go. You just lie here and relax. Thanks for an amazing even
ing. I’ll see myself out.”

  His shocked expression stings a little. I can tell that this man wants me in a way I’ve never seen before. For a second, I consider staying. But I know I can’t. I may look calm, but inside I’m shaking like a leaf.

  “Wait,” he says. “You can’t leave yet.”

  I plant a hard kiss directly on his lips, releasing his cock so I can hold his face in my hands.

  “I have to. This was a wonderful night and you’re an amazing guy. But I have to go.”

  “Why?”

  I’m already out the door and pushing the button for the elevator.

  “Wait a minute! What about the cheesecake?”

  I hear him struggling with his pants as the elevator doors open.

  I step in and turn around, my hands shaking. The last thing I see as the door shuts is the most pained expression ever. Usually men are either angry because I’m not sticking around to fuck them, or they’re half asleep from the blowjob they’ve just gotten.

  Not Maddox Ramsey, though.

  He’s wide awake and just looks confused. Wounded, even.

  5

  Maddox

  What. The. Fuck.

  I reach the living room just in time to see the elevator doors shut. I made an attempt to chase Tempest but literally couldn’t walk after the blowjob she gave me. My legs were like jelly. No woman has ever sucked my cock like that. Hell, no one has every sucked me half that well.

  I didn’t even want to come. I tried to hold back, but she insisted. And then as soon as I did, she ran off.

  Just when things were getting good.

  Just as I was looking forward to getting her naked and returning the favor.

  Just as I was beginning to really like her.

  World-class blowjob aside, there’s something about Tempest that makes my mind and body hum, as if they’re vibrating at the frequency they were meant to.

  But now I don’t have her phone number or her address. I could probably bribe that fat bar manager I’ve seen at the Little Black Dress to give me her info, but I don’t work like that unless I’m desperate. And I’m not desperate. Not yet, at least.

  I already know I’ll drop by the club during the day tomorrow to try to catch her again, and I’ve got a few days left at the hotel, so I’m sure I’ll bump into her at some point.

  Why she felt compelled to run off tonight is beyond me. All I know is that I was ready to fuck her like she’s never been fucked, then lie in bed all night and get to know her better, in every way possible.

  I’m snapped out of my thoughts when the doorbell rings. If you have a room card, the doors open automatically; otherwise, someone has to push a button from the inside to unlock the mechanism. The doorbell means someone is waiting in the elevator.

  She’s back.

  Suddenly excited, I open the door to see a room service chick standing there. Damn it.

  Only when I see her glance downward then quickly avert her eyes do I remember that my pants are still half undone. I quickly zip up and direct her to put the tray on the nearby table. I look up at her as I sign the tab and see two beautiful blue eyes and a smile that could thaw an iceberg. Superb body, too.

  Tonight, though, I’m not interested. I return her smile politely and thank her, then walk her to the door. When she’s gone, I take the silver cover off the plate on the tray and see a single perfect slice of strawberry cheesecake.

  But I’m no longer hungry.

  6

  Tempest

  I pull out onto the Strip, still trembling.

  That was close. Maybe the closest I’ve ever been since that night, years ago. I just want to get home and sort out all these emotions, find a way to get rid of this nervous energy.

  Just my luck, though: there’s some kind of traffic stoppage in front of me, and I get only a block from the Millennium before things crawl to total stop. I don’t know what happened, but there are cop lights up ahead of me, so it could be a DUI check. It looks like I have no choice but to sit here. I’m not concerned since I’m totally sober. I only had two drinks tonight, the last one a couple of hours ago.

  Of course, while I’m sitting there I immediately start thinking about Maddox Ramsey again. It was such a thrill going out with a man that handsome, that fun, that famous, that outright sexy. Honestly, his wealth was way down on his list of attributes.

  His taste remains on my tongue and I can’t help but think about that gorgeous cock of his. Large, but not absurdly so. Just enough. Just… perfect.

  A fresh little burst of wetness flows into my pussy and I realize I’m still very excited. I don’t always get excited when I’m with men because I know at some point I’ll have to call a halt to things, and then explain why. I literally cock-block myself.

  Then it occurs to me that for the first time, I’m irritated with myself for doing so. I didn’t really want to stop this time. I realize with fascination how desperately I want to be with Maddox.

  To get naked with him. To open myself up to him.

  To have him inside me.

  And afterwards, to do the things that lovers do: snuggle and talk in whispers in the dark. Share little secrets and giggles. Then make love again. Repeat until the sun comes up.

  I’ve never had that.

  I understand that life isn’t fair, but this is something I’ve yearned for. Now with Maddox Ramsey, I may have finally found a man I can trust to protect me as he ravishes me.

  The thought sends me into a near-panic. I’ve been waiting for this forever, and now I’ve gotten explicit signs from my body, physical signs of excitement, telling me it’s ready for this, that it’s finally prepared to give it a try. My body wants him, my brain wants him… hell, even my heart wants Maddox.

  In that case, what the fuck am I doing here? Why did I ever leave his suite?

  My mind swirls in a typhoon of thoughts and emotions.

  Is this it? For real? Is this the night it finally happens?

  Should I really do this?

  Am I too late?

  Without waiting for an answer from my beleaguered brain, I spin the steering wheel all the way to the left and screech through a hasty U-turn. Then I high-tail it back to the Millennium. I need to go through with this before I change my mind.

  Less than three minutes later I’m in the elevator with the button pushed for the Millennium Presidential Suite. A few seconds pass after the car arrives at the top, then the doors open, and I see Maddox standing there, barefoot and shirtless, a pair of light gray linen pajama pants riding low on his hips. His lack of underwear is obvious, so I quickly look up to his eyes.

  “We need to talk.”

  ♦

  I’m sitting on the indigo leather couch of his suite’s living area when Maddox returns from the minibar with two bourbons. I accepted his offer of a drink because I have a little speech half-prepared and some liquid courage will help it along. It might also dull whatever bit of physical pain awaits me, though I have a feeling my excitement will override that.

  “Before you say anything else, let me make sure you’re aware of how happy I am that you came back.”

  “For physical reasons?” I ask, taking a sip of the golden nectar.

  “I’d be lying if I said no. But I’d also be lying if I said that was the only reason.”

  Perfect answer, Mr. Hot Guy.

  “Here’s what I have to say…” I begin, then quickly freeze as my eyes fall. How do I say this without making him run? Even after a deep breath I still can’t continue.

  His hand gently takes mine, and I look up to see that shirtless torso. Jesus, this man is sexy as fuck. If I don’t go through with this, I’m going to hate myself for months. Years, maybe.

  “What is it, Tempest?”

  When I see the look in his eyes, I know instinctively that my early impulse wasn’t misguided.

  He’s the one. This is the man.

  “Maddox…”

  I feel tears well up. Goddammit. Regardless, it’s now or never
.

  “Maddox, I’m a virgin.”

  He laughs softly, then immediately apologizes when he realizes I’m not joking.

  “I am so sorry. I guess I just supposed with your image… you know, the tattoos, the attitude, this incredible body…” His eyes roam downward, then they come back to meet mine again. “How is this possible? You said earlier you weren’t religious.”

  “When I was fifteen, I was sexually assaulted.”

  He sucks in a breath in surprise.

  “Almost,” I amend my statement. “It didn’t actually happen. But it would have if my older sister hadn’t come out to my family’s RV looking for me.”

  “Someone you knew?” he asks, his voice soft and tender.

  “My boyfriend. He was eighteen.” I breathe and try to relax. Another sip of bourbon helps. “We were playing around, making out in the RV. My parents were out of town for the weekend and it was just my sister and me. I let him take my clothes off. It was all so new, so exciting. I was just a kid, you know? But he refused to stop when I asked him to.”

  A tear slides down my cheek, then another on the opposite side. Maddox tenderly wraps his arms around me and pulls me to him. His gesture feels only sweetly sympathetic, with no hidden agenda. I relax a little, having finally gotten through the worst of it.

  I wipe my tears away and pull back as I continue. “Anyway, if my sister hadn’t come knocking when she did…”

  “Tempest, you don’t have to go on if you’d rather not. I understand.”

  I wave him off. “That’s pretty much it. My trust in guys was shattered at that point. I really loved him, in a teenage crush kind of way, then he turned into a monster. I’ve never felt comfortable enough with any other man to… you know, to sleep with him.”

  Still holding my hand, Maddox nods. “It’s okay. Obviously, we don’t have to. I’m happy that you came back to spend more time with me. I wasn’t done getting to know you.”