7. Night at the Museum （the X version）

7 / NIGHT AT THE MUSEUM (THE X VERSION)

Sage

The two of us continued to make our way through the exhibits, and all I could think about was him fucking me.

“This is one of my favorite paintings,” Fitz said.

I nodded as I studied it. It was a night sky over rolling hills and beautiful, but again—my thoughts kept turning to having his cock buried deep inside me.

I glanced around the empty room. The cameras were on but we were alone.

His hand settled low on my back, tracing absentminded circles with his claws. A shiver of need rippled through me.

“It’s beautiful,” I whispered.

My thighs squeezed together.

“Are you bored?” he asked.

I could hear the worry in his voice. “No,” I gritted out. “Not bored. Just…”

Did romance turn me on? Was it the fact that he was so sweet and hot and….

“Your scent,” he suddenly growled. “ Sage .”

My breath hitched. I turned to look up at him, running my hands up his chest. “I want you to fuck me,” I said. “Please, sir. I’m begging you. I’m so turned on right now. ”

He tipped my chin up, holding my gaze.

“Please,” I whimpered. “I’m desperate.”

“I can tell,” he said. “You look so pretty with a plea on your sweet lips, little flame.”

He didn’t need to be told twice. I groaned as he pushed me against the wall between two paintings, hiking up the dress I wore. I heard the click of his belt buckle, the sound of his pants sliding to the floor.

“Are you sure we can do this?” I rasped, even though I didn’t care if we were seen.

All I wanted right now was for Fitz to fuck me.

“Yes. We have the whole museum to ourselves,” he grunted.

I was already so wet. I looked back, watching as his cock pocket parted, his tendrils and then cock emerging. I pushed my ass back to meet his cock. “Please,” I whimpered. “I need this. I need you to fuck me.”

“Fuck,” he croaked. He thrust forward, the tendrils gripping me as he filled me in one swift motion.

“Oh gods.”

His clawed hand slipped around my throat, gripping the sides as he fucked me. He controlled my breaths, the squeeze of his hand amplifying the pleasure of his ridges gliding in and out. I fell into a haze, the heat of being fucked so throughly satisfying me deeply.

I wanted it hard and fast and he knew that. He wanted that too. His breath tickled my ear, his words sending a bolt of lightning straight to my cunt.

“I could fuck your perfect cunt all fucking day,” he grunted. “Breed you over and over. I just want to lick my cum out of you. I want to watch it drip.”

My breaths turned to pants, my moans growing louder.

He held onto me, keeping me in place as he took me. His cock shoved in and out, the two of us moaning together as we fell into the throes of lust.

I was on the cusp of coming when he pulled out of me.

“What?” I rasped as he turned me around to face him.

“Not yet,” he said.

“Fuck, I was so close to coming. You’re so mean.” Before he could say anything else, I sank to my knees in front of him. His eyes widened as I grabbed hold of his cock and parted my lips. “ Please .”

“Hmm, I should’ve never told you how much I like seeing you beg, little flame.”

I fought a grin as I dragged the tip of my tongue over the tip of his cock. He groaned.

“I’ll suck you,” I whispered as I slipped my other hand down toward my clit.

He growled and grabbed a fistful of my hair. “Hand off your clit.”

“But—”

“My darling toy,” he said. “I have plans for that clit. You’ll touch it when I tell you to.”

“What plans?” I whined, rocking my hips.

He moved his boot forward, settling it between my legs. I didn’t even hesitate to rub my cunt against him, humping him helplessly.

“My, my,” he murmured. “You are needy, aren’t you?”

“This is your fault,” I moaned.

I was so fucking horny I didn’t care if this was pathetic. I humped his boot harder, stroking his monstrous cock as I moaned.

“You’re so hot when you’re desperate,” he said. “I’ve never seen anyone look so sexy. Keep humping me, little flame.”

I was losing it to the waves of burning need that drove me harder. He groaned, thrusting in my hand.

I was going to come. I was going to come from humping his boot like some feral alley cat, and I didn’t give a fuck. I gasped as the wave of pure bliss hit me, crying out as I orgasmed, my head tipping back. I moaned, my entire body spasming with pleasure.

“Good,” he praised. “I’m so proud of you.”

Proud. I sucked in a breath and looked away, tears filling my eyes. I did my best to blink them back. That struck a nerve so deep and so unexpected, that it was hard to breathe for a few moments.

“Sage,” he said softly. “Look at me.”

“No,” I whispered.

He knelt down and grabbed my chin, forcing me to look at him.

So I closed my eyes.

He snorted. “Really?”

“Really,” I mumbled.

He thumbed away a tear with a gentle hum. “Was it me saying I was proud?”

“Yes. I’m fine.”

“It’s okay if you’re not fine.”

That only made it worse.

Before I could say anything else, he adjusted his cock within its pocket, pulled his pants back on, then scooped me into his arms.

“I’m fine,” I said again. “I want more. I want to do more things. I just didn’t expect that to hit a nerve. That was one of the hottest things I’ve ever done.”

“Well… How about I fly us home? And then we’ll see about doing more. I, at the very least, will cook for us before anything else.”

I could definitely eat. “That sounds good.”

He adjusted his hold on me and I didn’t argue. I was learning that I liked being carried like this. He was warm and sweet and strong and…

What the hell was I going to do once Monday came around?

I swallowed hard and relaxed as he carried me out of the museum.

“Thank you,” I said. “That was honestly one of the best dates I’ve ever been on.”

Everything with him was the best I’d ever experienced. The sex, the kink, the dinners, just…

I was done for.

I did my best to shove away the worries and the fact that next week I’d probably be absolutely miserable. Instead, I wanted to focus on being with him and enjoying every moment I could.

He really was wonderful. I smiled as he lifted up into the sky. I felt the thrill of being above the city and knowing he would never drop me.

The flight home was fast. Or at least, it seemed that way. Fitz landed on the front porch and unlocked the door, carrying me inside.

The panic I felt earlier had passed. Now I was just a horny mess all over again. I reached up, grabbing his face and pulling him down into a kiss. He let out a soft groan, our tongues tangling as he positioned me, bringing my legs around his waist.

“I thought we were having dinner,” he huffed.

“But what if we had dinner after you tied me up and poured wax on me…”

He let out a helpless growl. “Are you sure?”

“I am,” I said.

And I was. I was absolutely sure.

“If I wasn’t, I wouldn’t ask. I promise.”

“If you need me to stop…”

“I’ll use my safe word. If you’re uncomfortable, though, I don’t want you to feel pressured.”

“No, I’d like to tie you up and do an abundance of things to you,” he said. “Hmmm…wax play, sensation play, fucking you…”

“Yes,” I breathed out. “And don’t fucking stop this time.”

“No promises,” he teased. “I do like hearing you beg.”

I did like begging.

“You can still praise me,” I whispered. “Even though it hurts. I promise that was just a weird…something earlier.”

“I trust you.”

“Thank you,” I said, kissing him again.

“We’ll have extensive aftercare, which will include dinner and a hot shower and whatever else you’d like.”

“I think I’ll torture you with more movies.”

“Then, we have a plan.”