12. Saoirse

12

SAOIRSE

M y eyes trail after Xavier as he walks away. Is he serious? I remain in my seat, watching as he mingles with the other attendees. I lose track of him when an elderly woman sits next to me, deciding that I must be dying for small talk.

She wraps up, telling me a story about the trip that she just took with her daughter. I'm about to excuse myself to use the bathroom when my phone buzzes.

Xavier: Fifteen minutes.

I scan the room, searching for him, but he's nowhere to be found. Then , I spot him, standing with a group of men, but his eyes are on me.

My heart rate picks up as I weave through people, rushing to exit the area where the gala is being contained. Finally , I'm alone in the main entry of the building. I look left and right, unsure of where to go or why I'm doing this. As shameless as Xavier seems, he was hardly going to fuck me right there at the table. Still , that steady pulse that has been building inside of me all night demands satisfaction.

I contemplate walking up the grand staircase, but I have no idea where I'll end up. Instead , I choose to go left. Suddenly , I hear the echo of footsteps joining me in the entryway. I duck behind a colonnade and peek around the edge. I only look for a second, but it's long enough for me to see that it's Xavier . Quickly , I fall back into the shadows, waiting to hear where his next steps take him, but there's no sound. I don't want to chance looking again. Instead , I run down the dimly lit hall toward the exhibits.

There's something eerie about being in a museum alone in the evening. I assume Xavier must have gone in the opposite direction; I haven't heard him since I was in the foyer. I look at the time as I wander through a section of European sculptures that seem a lot more menacing now than they would during normal operating hours.

Ten fifty-five .

I smirk to myself, knowing that I beat him at his own game.

Just as I'm about to crossover to the contemporary art exhibit, I hear a voice— his voice—cut through the silence. " You didn't really think you could hide from me."

I spin around trying to spot him, but I don't see him anywhere.

" Well , you better show yourself," I taunt him. " You've only got three minutes." Slowly , I walk backwards, not wanting to stay in one place but also not wanting to turn my back on him. " Two minutes!"

And then, I see him, out of the corner of my eye, appearing from the shadows. His hand is at his collar loosening his tie. I'm frozen in place as he stalks toward me, his eyes dark and focused.

When he's mere inches away from me, he whispers, " And now?"

My heartbeat races as if I've just run a marathon. I glance over his shoulder at the clock on the wall near the gallery entrance. " One minute."

In one swift motion, he turns me around, and pushes me onto the plush, cushioned bench placed in the middle of the exhibit.

Gathering my dress in his hands, he pushes it out of the way, leaning over me. " You can count down the seconds until I'm inside of you, hurricane."

I hear a zip as he undoes his pants, and my body aches with need. I can feel the growing dampness gathering between my legs. I'm so hot its as though I've been set on fire and only he can put it out.

He pushes my soaked underwear to the side and slides his shaft against my slick folds, causing me to moan. I've never needed someone as much as I need him right now.

I wiggle my ass, pushing against him. He moves my hair to the side, exposing the column of my neck. " Not yet. Count ."

I can't believe this. I'm bent over in a public gallery, my dress hiked all the way up, my arousal now dripping down my thighs. Anyone could walk in. The event isn't over and yet, as he presses the tip of his cock against my entrance, I do what he says.

" Ten , nine, eight," I count as I stare at the second hand on the clock. " Seven , six, five, four." The more he pushes against me, the harder it is to focus on the clock, each number coming out on a harsh exhale. " Three , two, oh fuck! "

Xavier slams into me, and I completely collapse against the sofa.

" Quiet or someone will hear just how well you're taking me. That's my good little slut counting down the seconds until I can fill you." My eyes roll back and my pussy clenches at his filthy words. " God , your cunt is so greedy."

He pumps into me, each stroke hitting the right spot, and I bite my lip. I should be worried that someone could enter and see us. Everyone is in a different area, but there's nothing stopping them from venturing out like we did. Despite that, the idea of getting caught only turns me on more.

My rock hard nipples brush against the seat with each of his thrusts, sending waves of pleasure rippling throughout my body.

" Pull on my hair," I instruct him.

He doesn't hesitate, wrapping my thick strands around his hand. He pulls my head back firmly, not missing a beat as he fucks me.

" Does my little storm have any other requests?" His voice is low and husky. I can tell it's taking everything in him to keep it together. He nips at my earlobe. " There's nothing I want more than to watch you walk out there with my cum leaking out of you. Come for me."

I clench around him and a string of curse words exit his mouth as he moans. I do it again and look back at him with a smirk. " You come for me ."

" Fuck , Nyx ."

I squeeze him once more as he moves inside of me. I can barely take it anymore. My pussy flutters of its own volition. " Ahhh , " I whimper, doing my best to keep it down.

" Me too, fuck , me too," he breathes out harshly.

One more thrust and we're coming together. I slap a hand over my mouth to stop myself from screaming and Xavier slumps over me, his body the most comforting weight I've ever felt.

I don't know how long we stay there, simply collecting our breaths before he stands up, readjusting his clothing.

Nearly falling over, I stand, my legs shaking as I straighten my dress. Slickness coats my inner thigh as my arousal and his cum drip out from me.

" Shall we get back out there?" He's done up his tie and, looking at him now, you would never have a clue that he just fucked me senseless in the middle of this museum. " I just need to say goodbye to some people and have a quick chat with security. Need to make sure they erase that tape."

My jaw drops. I hadn't even taken the security cameras into account. I'm usually so on top of it all, always thinking ten steps ahead and leaving nothing to chance. But I can admit that I've begun to let my guard down with Xavier . I trust him.

" What if they don't delete it?"

" They will. Everyone has a price, and I'll watch them do it."

" If you say so," I huff. Honestly , it's probably a worse look for him than it is for me. Who really gives a shit about seeing me get the best dick of my life. " Maybe tell them to give you a tape."

Xavier's hand makes contact with my ass. " Don't be cute. Let's go."

" I'm just going to find a bathroom, then I'll meet you out there."

" A bathroom for?"

" To freshen up."

" You don't need to freshen up. I wasn't kidding. I want to see you out there, knowing that I'm still between your legs."

My blood heats. That shouldn't turn me on, but here I am, ready to climb him like a tree minutes after we've just finished.

I take a deep breath. " After you, then."