7. Xavier

7

XAVIER

N yx slides closer to me, her scent sweet and downright intoxicating, like berries and honey. Bringing her here had seemed like a good idea when dinner was over, but now I'm realizing that I may have been overestimating my willpower.

" Are you going to give me a tour?" she whispers directly into my ear, her warm breath causing the hairs on my neck to raise.

" Of course," I say, standing from the couch and composing myself.

I guide her around the main floor of the apartment, showing her the kitchen, bar, gym and sauna. She takes everything in quietly, only murmuring sounds of appreciation here and there.

" The bedrooms and my office are up here," I say as I lead her up the staircase.

When we get to my study, it's the first time she looks truly impressed. My desk is in the middle of the room, facing the floor-to-ceiling windows featured throughout my home. The remainder of the walls are lined with bookshelves.

" You read a lot?" she asks.

" When I have down time."

" How often is that?"

" Not as often as I would like. What about you?"

She laughs and walks toward the shelves. I get the sense that I'm not quite in on the joke. She picks up a book, a James Patterson novel from the looks of it. " Not a lot, but I do like to read. I don't think we read the same stuff, though."

" What do you prefer?" I ask, leaning against my desk, mesmerized by her bare back in that sinful dress.

" Romance . The dirtier, the better. And it doesn't look like you've got any of that in here."

" No , not exactly my genre. But I'm open to trying new things."

" Good . More men should read those books. It could teach you a thing or two."

" Didn't seem like I needed pointers when I had you coming on my tongue. But I'm willing to explore whatever you'd like, hurricane."

Her jaw drops, but she quickly snaps it shut. " Show me the rest."

I guide her down the hall allowing her to see the three guest bedrooms, leading to my room.

The walls are all painted a dark gray, and an opulent crystal chandelier hangs from the ceiling. My king sized bed is pressed against the mirrored wall, and the gray headboard with gold trimmings matches the rest of the decor.

Nyx steps further into the space, looking around, but I stay leaned against the door frame, watching her.

" So , this is where the magic happens?" She smirks at me.

" I guess you could say that." I don't actually make a habit of bringing women back to my home. Life as a CEO can get pretty hectic, so it's nice to have a space that's peaceful. Just for me. Yet here Nyx is, flopping onto my bed.

Laying on her side, she taps the spot on the mattress next to her. The sensible side of my brain is screaming at me not to join her. But the other side? It's begging me to lie next to her and bury my nose in her neck. My restraint can only be pushed so far.

My body doesn't even give me the chance to debate what to do, moving of its own accord.

She removes the clip that was holding up her hair, letting the dark tresses cascade around her shoulder.

" Is it my turn to ask a question?" My voice is raspy, desire coating each word.

" Hmm . I suppose so." Her fingers wander up my arm, the gentle touch like a direct caress to my cock.

With every touch, my ability to think straight evaporates and my resolve crumbles.

" You could have approached anyone at the club the other night. Why me?"

She stops her movements, and her blue eyes pierce me. " I told you I couldn't look away from you while I was on stage. You intrigued me. Maybe you were just in the wrong place at the right time."

There's a strange look in her eye as she says that last bit, but she doesn't give me the opportunity to inquire any further.

" Okay . My turn." She looks me up and down, mischief glowing in her eyes as she thinks of what to ask next. " That night when you got home, did you touch yourself in this bed?"

" Nyx ."

" Did you make yourself come, remembering the taste of my pussy?"

Her brazen words spread heat throughout my body as I flash back to that night. She's half right. It hadn't been in my bed, but in the shower. The second I stepped inside, I stripped and got in, letting the hot water beat against me. With the taste of her still on my tongue, it had only taken me a few strokes until my orgasm overtook me. Using my hand to brace against the wall as ropes of cum shot out, hitting the tile.

" Because ," she continues. " I fucked myself with my fingers, thinking about what you had done to me. Wishing it was your hand."

And just like that, all of my self-control turns to dust. There's no chance of her leaving without me burying myself inside her.

Once . We'll do this once. I'll deal with the consequences later.

" Damn it, Nyx . You shouldn't have told me that." I press my nose against the soft skin of her neck, inhaling her deeply as she wraps an arm around me, pulling herself closer.

" Why not?"

" Because now I refuse to let you leave this room until you've taken every inch of me."

" What if that was my goal all along?"

She reaches between us, palming my already stiff length.

I groan, placing a trail of kisses down her throat. " This is a bad idea," I murmur as I pull on the string tied around her neck, allowing me further access. My lips press against her collarbone.

" But those lead to the most fun times," she pants, tilting her head back to give me better access. I take full advantage, pushing the top of her dress down and rolling her onto her back.

" You're too young for me," I say before pulling one pierced nipple into my mouth. She lets out a soft gasp and my cock jerks in response. " I shouldn't want you." I turn my focus to the next breast.

" Age doesn't matter. I'm an adult. I decide what and who I want."

I should sit up, tell her this was a mistake, and stop this right here and now. I don't need her to help me get to Harrison . I don't even know if she can. Instead , I run a hand up her thigh and force myself to breathe when I'm met with the warm heat of her pussy. Arousal coats my fingertips as I rub small circles against her clit.

" And I'm what you want? Is that what your needy cunt is trying to tell me? Dripping down my hand like this."

" Yes ," she huffs, grinding herself against my palm, seeking more friction.

" Tell me, hurricane, did you not put on underwear hoping I would touch you right here?" I slide a finger inside her, earning me the most delicious moan.

Looking me directly in the eyes, she smirks. " Yes , daddy ."

Jesus . That shouldn't turn me on, but it does. I am old enough to be her father, but my body doesn't care. My cock is rock solid, begging to be released from the confines of my pants, and I don't have to look down to know that pre-cum is leaking from the tip.

Fucking her with my fingers, I press the heel of my palm against her clit and her eyes roll back. Both of her hands rise above her head, grasping at the sheets with desperation. " Come for me, Nyx . I can feel how close you are, squeezing my fingers like a good little slut."

Her lids fly open and, for a second, I worry my words may have been too much. That I may have overstepped. " Fuck . Say that again," she cries out, throwing her head back.

" That you're a good little slut?" I say, continuing to move at the same pace. I press against my shaft, hoping to ease some of the discomfort, but it's no use. There's only one thing that will fix this. " Is that what you want to hear? That you're daddy's good little whore? Earn that title and come all over my hand and put me out of my misery. I need to fuck you, but not until I've watched you unravel."

" Oh , fuckkk ," she whimpers. " I'm coming."

The vice grip her cunt has on my fingers is all the indication I need. I slow down, letting her ride out the waves of her orgasm.

Gently , I pull out of her, my digits glistening in the low light. Nyx's chest rises and falls rapidly as she attempts to catch her breath. Her eyes follow my movements as I stick my fingers in my mouth.

" I missed this. You're so sweet. I may just be addicted."

Well , get over it because you only have this once.

" As much as I love hearing how addicted you are to my pussy, hurry up and get undressed. I need you to fuck me."

My cock stirs, clearly wanting this too. " Do you always have a comeback?"

" Yup . Is that a problem?"

" No . I just think that you need something in that pretty mouth of yours to keep you quiet."

" Oh ? Is that so."

Her lips turn up in a smile. She shimmies out of her dress, and I quickly remove my own clothing.

Naked , Nyx is a sight to behold. On all fours, she crawls to the edge of the bed, taking my length in her hand, causing me to hiss.

She strokes me, using my pre-cum as lubricant. Heat fills my veins and my hips push forward. If her hand feels this good, I can only imagine her mouth… her pussy.

As if reading my mind, her lips close around my tip. Fuck . My eyes nearly shut from the feeling of her warm mouth.

She pushes her head closer, taking more of me, inch by inch. " Fuck , you're going to ruin me with that mouth." I push forward, taking her by surprise and causing her to gag. A dribble of saliva falls from the corner of her lips.

Nyx pulls back a bit, then takes me deeper, and I can't help the groan that escapes me. I gather her hair in my fist and her blue eyes stare up at me, tears pooling as her head bobs.

" Fuck , look at you, my perfect little storm. I knew you just needed to have that mouth filled." She rolls her eyes, and I thrust again causing her to drool. " Touch yourself. I want you to come again before I take that pretty cunt of yours."

She makes a desperate sound in reaction to my words, bringing her hand down to her center as she continues to suck on my cock. Everything fades away, my entire world narrowed to the sensation of her lips surrounding me. Her breathing is harsh and her moans near constant as she closes in on her own orgasm, and I fight off mine.

Nyx pulls back from me with a shout as she climaxes again. Her lips are shiny and red, and I can't help but lean down pressing my mouth against hers, our tongues tangling.

" Was that our first kiss?" She laughs.

" I kissed your other lips the night I met you," I growl, pushing her onto her back and spreading her legs. " But kissing these lips," I place another peck on her. " Is a close second."

I position myself at her entrance when I realize that I don't have a condom on. " Tell me you're okay with me going in like this," I grit out, praying that she'll say yes. If I can only have her this one time, I want to feel every bit of her.

" Yes . I don't care." She throws her head back. " I'm on birth control. Just put it in."

Slowly , I push into her. She feels even better than I imagined. I groan, trying to gather myself, my head falling into her neck again. " You feel so fucking good."

" Move ," she breathes out harshly. I do as she says, and she begins to whine. " Oh my god . I'm so fucking full. I can't."

I retreat and thrust into her again. " You can." Thrust . " Take it." Thrust .

I squeeze her right breast and place my mouth over her other nipple, swirling my tongue around the small metal barbell that pierces it. I keep my pace steady as I fuck her into the mattress.

" No , no, no," she cries. " Fuck , I'm going to come."

Thank God , because I can feel my orgasm building. " Yeah , hurricane? Give it to me. Come on my cock like the dirty girl I know you are."

" Ohhh fuck." She's coming, and I'm right there with her. My body takes over and my hips move erratically as I thrust at full speed, releasing inside her.

Fuck . I hadn't expected it to be like that. I knew it would be good, but this was something different altogether.

I pull out, doing my best to catch my breath.

After a few moments of laying in silence, she stands. " I'm going to clean up."

she walks toward my en suite and I feel a sick sort of pleasure knowing that my cum is running down her leg.

When she exits, she bends to pick her dress off the floor, and I stop her.

" It's late. You can stay here."

" Are you sure? I wouldn't want to overstay my welcome." She bats her lashes at me.

I walk over to her. " I'm going in there." I point to the bathroom. " And when I'm out, I better find you in my bed."

" And if I'm not?"

" Go ahead and find out."

I pass her and close the door. Once inside, I look at myself in the mirror, then close my eyes. I'm in over my head. I wanted help to get to my son. Not someone to fuck around with. Not her. And I don't even know if she can help. This was not the plan. When did my judgment become so skewed?

I fucked her and now, alone with no one but myself to face, I can admit that once isn't enough. You can't do this . In what world can I justify this?

I can't. I shouldn't.

Despite that, deep down, I know it's not enough to keep me away.