His Hurricane (The Cocktail Girls)

by Alexis Adaire

  “Uh-uh. No further until you strip.” His look says he means it.

  I’m wearing black jeans and a white silk tank top with a leather jacket over it. Black spike heels, too—my slutty biker look. I slide the jacket off my shoulders and drop it. My nipples perk up and press against the silk the second his eyes look their way. That’s okay, because getting him to look is the very reason I chose not to wear a bra.

  I step out of my heels, then peel my jeans off, holding them to the side as I let them fall. The tank top is next, and it lands on the jeans.

  “Everything?” I ask.

  Maddox looks down at his cock, then back up to me. “Fair is fair.”

  As I reach down to hook my fingers into the sides of my panties, I notice Maddox is already getting an erection. It thrills me that my naked body excites him like this.

  Once I’m naked, he allows me to continue into the room.

  “I’ve got a pitcher of hurricanes already mixed. I had the ingredients brought up earlier.”

  “Mmm… what’s in a hurricane? Rum, right?”

  “Two kinds of rum, and passion fruit, pineapple and lime juice. A bit of grenadine, too.”

  I watch his tight ass while he drops ice cubes into two tall flared glasses. When I realize I’m nervous again, I walk to the floor-to-ceiling window and look out at the Strip in the rapidly fading daylight and try to psych myself up. I’m about to have full-on sex for only the second time, and this go-around I have something to prove. I’m going to put everything I have into this.

  Maddox wraps his arms around me from behind and hands me an orange-red beverage with a pineapple slice wedged on the side and a tiny umbrella poking out. His stiff cock presses against my ass and I think, Yeah, that’s another thing I want to try.

  I take a sip. Holy shit, this is delicious. “You’re hard already,” I tell him in a sexy voice.

  “How could I not be? You’re standing naked in the window, showing off.”

  “That turns you on?”

  “It does with this gorgeous body.” His free hand touches my belly. My insides tighten in response and a rush of warmth comes over me.

  We stand there for a few minutes, not saying anything, as his hand slowly slides downward. By the time his fingers brush to the sides of my clit, I’m ready for anything. I reach back and take his hard shaft in my hand as he slips a finger into my wetness. The only people who could possibly see us here are in the Mirage across the street, and they’d need binoculars. In no time at all I’m so wet the tops of my thighs are slick. It’s almost embarrassing.

  “Come on,” Maddox says in my ear. “There’s something I’ve been thinking about all day.”

  He takes my hand in his and leads me to the couch. “Take a big drink,” he says. I do, then he sets my glass on the coffee table next to his, and gently forces me back until I’m sitting on the edge of leather. Kneeling in front of me, he wordlessly spreads my legs and lowers his head.

  He kisses his way from the inside of one knee nearly to my pussy, then moves to the other knee and does the same. By the time he finally gets down to business, I’m about to explode. His tongue slides over my slick lips, parting them. He doesn’t go directly to my clit but instead teases me for a while. I put my hands in his thick hair, loving what’s taking place between us.

  When his tongue finds my bud, a moan escapes me. He circles around it, flicks over it, caresses it and gently sucks on it, and all the time the tension in my body is building higher and higher. Soon I’m on the verge, poised at the edge of the waterfall and about to tumble over.

  Just before I come, I realize this is the first orgasm I’ve had with Maddox. Then his tongue rapidly flits across my clit and my entire body detonates. My muscles contract in wave after wave of heavenly bliss as I grind against his face. I seem to come forever, and he knows just when to ease up before the sensation becomes too much.

  This is not new to me, like fucking is. I’ve had many men go down on me, but none of them could eat pussy the way Maddox does. This man is a cunnilingus savant.

  He smiles up at me, his chin shiny with my juices, and I know I’m beginning to love him.

  Okay, I totally get that you’re not supposed to feel that for the first time right after a guy has gone down on you, but I can’t help it. The feeling is strong. Maddox is so fucking sexy, and he’s confident about his sexual skills without being a jerk about it.

  We eventually move to the bedroom, and by the time we get there I’m no longer nervous. In fact, I’m eager and determined. We start again with me on my back and him on top, and this time I’m much more of an active participant, moving my hips along with his as he pumps that big cock in and out of me.

  I suddenly have a strange thought: I have been missing so much.

  But I realize it might not be true. Maddox is different from other men and fucking him is easy. It feels natural. It feels… right. Regardless of my valid reasons for waiting this long, I’m so glad I did.

  He stops thrusting and I can actually feel his cock throb against my walls. Oh. My. God.

  “You good?” he asks. “Ready to try something else?”

  “I’m ready to try everything.”

  He laughs softly. “We’ll do as much as we can. But a man can only last so long when he’s with a woman as beautiful as you.”

  Yeah, I’m definitely beginning to love him, and I’m utterly amazed at how quickly it happened.

  He slowly slides out of me, then lies on his back. Smiling, he says, “Get up here.”

  I straddle him, pushing back until I feel his cock. Then I lift my hips and place the tip against my opening and sink down onto it, relishing the sensation of that hard length filling me again. I ride him like that for a while, then say, “Okay, what’s next?”

  We fuck in some half-dozen positions, some of them requiring a bit of dexterity on my part, but I’m pretty bendy and keep up with him the whole way. Doggy-style, reverse cowgirl, spooning, my legs on his shoulders. I especially love doggy, with Maddox’s hands tightly gripping my hips as he works his way deeper and deeper inside of me.

  He eventually puts me back in missionary and sinks his cock all the way into me again. At this point he’s swollen and ready to burst. He lifts his upper torso slightly so he can slide his thumb over my slickened clit, then begins to rub it as he fucks me. He goes tenderly at first but increases the pressure and speed until he’s fucking me hard and his thumb coaxes a truly massive orgasm out of me.

  It’s like an out-of-body experience, having both of those sensations at once as I’m coming, and I respond to it by fucking Maddox back hard, slamming my cunt against him. Meanwhile, his groaning tells me he’s trying to hold back. Just when my orgasm begins to subside, he pulls out of me and shoots a stream of hot cum that lands on my breast. I grab his cock and stroke it as it continues to erupt, leaving a trail of the thick white liquid all the way down to my belly.

  Holy fucking shit. That was by far the hottest, sexiest thing I’ve ever done. Every minute of it.

  Maddox smiles down at me, his hair a mess and his body slick with sweat.

  “This is not normal,” he says.

  “What’s that?”

  “To be so in-sync sexually, especially so soon.”

  I smile seductively at him and run a finger across the warm cum on my breast, circling my nipple with it. “So it’s not just me who thinks that was amazing?”

  “No. Trust me, this was special.”

  I reach up and put my hands behind his shoulders, pulling him down against me and making a total mess of both of us.

  “You’ve been with lots of girls, Maddox,” I whisper. “And I’m just a beginner.”

  He responds by looking into my eyes with an intensity that almost frightens me. Then we’re suddenly locked in a scorching kiss that seems to last forever and is quite possibly even hotter than the sex was.

  By now it’s more than purely physical. At this point my heart has entered the picture.

  I can�
�t tell if Maddox feels the same, but I know he’s feeling something.

  9

  Maddox

  We step into the shower together, letting the hot water clean us.

  Because what we’ve just done was filthy. And I like filthy.

  Tempest may call herself a beginner, but I don’t remember ever having this hot a time in bed with anyone before. We’ve both been totally engaged the whole time. I trace the lines of the antique pistol tattoo on her bicep. There’s one on each arm, a matched pair. As the water pours over her body, my finger moves to the winged heart in the middle of her chest. Before long, I’m playing with her tits, pressing her against the glass wall, and my cock is stiffening again.

  After the shower we slip into Millennium Hotel robes and head to the living room for another round of hurricanes. Finally, my hard cock takes a break as we spend a long time drinking and talking. The talk gets deep: What our big goals, our hopes and dreams, are.

  It turns out she’s an artist. She paints. I would have never guessed in a million years. I ask her to show me something she’s done, and she takes out her iPhone, pulls up her photos and hands the phone to me.

  “This is one my paintings.”

  On the screen is an abstract image, chaotic with swirling winds of dark browns, like looking into a blender full of churning espresso.

  “This is so powerful,” I say, my admiration obvious. “Unsettling.”

  “Perfect comment. My intention was to disturb the viewer.”

  She asks about me and I tell her I love what I do and have no desire to do anything else, career-wise.

  Our tastes in movies, music, and pop culture have some overlapping interests, but are different enough to keep things interesting. Just the way I like it. It turns our we’re on the same page regarding big-picture stuff, too: We both want to start a family at some point, but neither of us are ready just yet.

  At least, that’s what I tell Tempest. Grace’s story this morning about her family is still rattling around in my head and I’m not really sure anymore what my timeline is regarding settling down.

  Tempest gets up and stands in front of me, then leans in and kisses me. She reaches down and undoes the little belt securing my robe, then pulls both sides apart, exposing me from head to toe. Then she takes a seat in a matching indigo leather chair across from me, maybe ten feet away and just stares at my cock.

  “Like what you see?” I ask.

  “Very much. I’m just waiting.”

  “Waiting for what?”

  Without breaking eye-to-cock contact, she says, “As soon as that beautiful cock of yours gets hard, we’re going to fuck some more.”

  My kind of girl, I think. Then she removes all doubt by opening her own robe and sliding a hand between her legs, tracing a finger over her sweet little pussy. My cock twitches at the sight. When she begins to circle her clit, I’m already half erect. It takes less than a minute before I have a raging hard-on.

  Tempest stops playing with her pussy and walks toward the windows looking out over the lights of the Strip.

  “Turn off the lights and get over here,” she instructs. I’m not used to being told what to do, but I make an exception in her case. When I reach her, she’s leaning forward with her palms on the glass, offering herself to me.

  “Take me right here,” she says. “From behind.”

  Instead of obeying, I drop to my knees and grab her ass, opening her up as I start to lick the opening there. She moans immediately in response and I continue with increased enthusiasm, probing her with my tongue.

  “Fuck me, Maddox.”

  Those words, spoken by that voice, are an elixir that could be bottled and sold in place of Viagra.

  I stand and take my rock-hard cock in my hand, guiding it to her pussy. As I’m about to push in, Tempest says, “No, not there.”

  She doesn’t have to tell me twice. I say, “Don’t move.” In seconds I return with lube and slicken my index finger before gently pushing it into her. She moans hard in response and I probe deeper. I soon add a second finger and she actually writhes against my hand. Tempest is certainly making up for lost time.

  When I’m comfortable that she’s as ready as she can be, I drizzle some lube on my cock and move into position. “Try to stay relaxed,” I whisper. “Don’t stop breathing.”

  I push just a little, slipping into her inch by inch, giving her plenty of time to adjust. Eventually I’m halfway in and she’s moaning like crazy as I start to plunge gently in and out. It doesn’t take long before her tight little hole and the idea that this is her first time have me quickly reaching the point of no return. “We have to stop, baby,” I whisper. “I’m about to come.”

  “Did you just call me baby?” she says breathlessly.

  I push into her again. I’m on the verge now. “I did. Is that bad?”

  “Don’t pull out. Come in me.”

  Tempest says it with such urgency that I can’t help but agree with the idea. A second or two later I come hard in her ass and by the time my orgasm is over, I’m toast. When I ease my cock out of her, she spins around to face me, leaning back against the glass.

  “Make me come, Maddox,” she says.

  My hand is on her pussy in a flash, my finger entering her and searching for her G-spot as my thumb moves toward her clit. She moans when I find both and begin to rhythmically edge her closer. I press my mouth to her ear and whisper, “Come for me.”

  That seems to get her even more excited. When I sense that she’s almost there, I do it again, this time saying, “Come hard for me, baby.”

  Tempest shouts out as she does just that. Her knees buckle slightly, and I feel her pussy spasming on my finger as she comes all over it. I don’t let up, wanting to milk every last wave of pleasure.

  When she’s finally done, she practically collapses in my arms.

  I kiss the crown of her head and whisper, “You’re fucking amazing.”

  She hugs me tightly and I want to tell her I love her.

  I want to, but I don’t.

  “Spend the night with me,” I say instead.

  Friday

  10

  Tempest

  I’m gonna be twenty minutes late for work, and for once I don’t even care.

  Not even a lecture from Max will kill my perfect mood.

  Despite getting all of three hours of sleep and having only half an hour at my place to get ready for my shift, I feel like I’m floating as I drive to the Millennium.

  The sex was amazing.

  Maddox is amazing.

  We’re amazing.

  It was hours of sex and deep conversations, repeated in a cycle until we were literally too exhausted to fuck and talk any more.

  Sure, I’m feeling it today, but the soreness will go away.

  What happened last night won’t.

  Every time as we talked after having sex, his cock would eventually grow erect again. At one point, the pre-cum was actually dripping. “I think you sprang a leak,” I said.

  He responded with the sweetest thing anyone’s ever said to me: “You can’t fool this thing. It knows what it wants, and how badly it wants it.”

  I grinned. “So it likes me?”

  He hesitated, then said with a serious tone, “I’m not sure, but I think it loves you.”

  Looking back on it, I thought he was just talking about his cock, but there was something in his eyes that made it seem like more.

  Much more.

  There’s no confusion whatsoever on my part, though. None at all. Not a bit.

  I’m head over heels in love with this man.

  I knew there was a physical attraction the moment I saw him walk into the LDB. But since then I’ve learned that despite his overwhelming confidence, he’s also kind and respectful. And he’s handsome, incredibly sexy, and has a big beautiful cock.

  My god, what woman wouldn’t want all that in one man?

  The fact that he’s wealthy is secondary. I have no doubt I would love Maddo
x even if he was just a croupier or a casino security guy.

  And I think, I hope, I pray that he loves me, too.

  Because if he doesn’t, I’m in serious trouble.

  I swerve into the employee parking lot and rush inside. Of course Max is waiting for me, because that’s pretty much the part of the job he likes best: berating the girls who work for him. He lectures me about being late while simultaneously ogling my body, making me feel weird about the very clothing item that gives the bar its name. One of these days, the LBD cocktail girls are going to start their own #MeToo movement and get this idiot fired. For now, though, nobody wants to lose her job, including me. So I just stand there and let him vent and try to covertly look at my tits until he tires of it.

  Scarlett is already on duty. Lila is, too, and Brynne will be here after lunch. The LBD starts to get weekend-busy on Friday afternoons.

  “Where have you been?” Scarlett is a little irritated because she’s had to pick up my tables.

  “I’m sorry,” I say. “I stayed with Maddox.”

  She gives me a concerned look. Scarlett is always watching out for me. Always. Even when I’d rather she not be. But I love her to death and know that she does it out of concern for me.

  “I take it things went well?”

  “It was perfect,” I reply. Scarlett raises an eyebrow to ask the all-important question. “We did,” I admit. “I trusted him, and he didn’t let me down. It was wonderful and amazing and hot and romantic and sexy and… perfect.”

  She smiles and gives me a huge hug, her big boobs pushed up against me. “I want to hear all about it later. Every goddamn detail, okay?” I grin and nod in agreement. “Okay, you’ve got people at two tables. Don’t worry about splitting the tips.”

  I grab my tray and order pad and head toward the first table, taking drink orders for a cute couple. When I get to the other table, I realize it’s two of Maddox’s friends, the ones he was sitting with the day we met. There’s the girl and one of the guys. There are three glasses on the table, though, and an unattended cell phone.