What’s in a hurricane?

I don’t think I’ve ever had one. I know they’re popular in New Orleans, but I rarely get requests for them at the LDB. I know they’re red-orange and served in a tall glass. That’s about it.

Regardless, that’s Maddox’s dilemma, not mine.

My dilemma is much bigger.

I have to go to his suite tonight, have a lot of sex with him, and pretend the whole time that I’m not falling for him.

But seriously, how could I not? Even though at this point I don’t really know everything I’d want in a man, I’m pretty sure Maddox checks off damn near every box.

Max tells me I need to work two extra hours today because one of the next shift’s girls was late. He’s such a little prick. I used to refer to him as “fatass” around the other girls, but because his name is Maximo Donatello, Scarlett started calling him Assimo Fatsimo and it seems to have become his secret nickname. Anytime he pisses me off, I just look at him and call him Assimo Fatsimo in my head and I feel instantly better.

When I get off work, I dash out of the hotel to my apartment with only an hour to get ready for Maddox. Just as I have all day, and in fact since the moment I left his suite in the middle of the night, I think about what happened there. More precisely, I’ve been worried to death that in my anxiety, I pretty much just laid there and was possibly the worst, most anxious, most boring sex partner that man has ever had.

I plan to remedy that this time. Now I know I can trust him, I know how insanely much I want him, and I know my body can take whatever he gives.

Last night I was way too timid, but tonight, I am going to fuck the holy hell out of Maddox Ramsey. Just like an actual hurricane, he won’t know what hit him.

I can’t help but wonder if I’m being a little naïve regarding my feelings toward Maddox. I know I like him quite a lot, but maybe every girl falls for the boy who takes her virginity. This is all new territory to me. Regardless, I’m so looking forward to spending the night naked with him because I have tons of shit I want to try.

The elevator doors slide open and I see Maddox standing in front of me.

Naked.

Like, totally, one-hundred percent naked.

I get an instant thrill at the sight of his taut, muscular body, that light dusting of brown hair on his broad chest, the chiseled abs, the muscular thighs.

What I said earlier about taking our clothes off at the door of his suite was a joke, just my way of saying I wanted to spend the night in bed with Maddox. But now the sight of that beautiful cock I’ve been thinking about all fucking day lets me know he took it literally.

I step into the room, but that’s as far as I get.

“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.