Redemption (The Bet) (51 page)

The school bell tolled, Ellie stood, grabbed her uneaten lunch and put them in the brown paper bag. She opened the small fridge to the left of the microwave table and found some space for her lunch, right between Alicia Tavern and Nancy Cox, with any luck, hefty Nancy would leave her lunch alone and wolf down her own this time. But Ellie knew it was only wishful thinking on her part.

With a resigned sigh, she closed the door, grabbed her Coke can, before exiting the teachers' lounge. She was suddenly feeling happy, so much so, that she decided to forgo the vocabulary quiz scheduled for today until next week, it was Friday after all and her last period class had worked hard enough, they deserved a break and maybe a movie.

With a slight jaunt in her step, Ellie hummed and entered her classroom, her cell phone held tightly in her left hand. She would listen to the message later.

~*~*~*~

It had been
Maddie's brilliant plan and in a momentary lapse of insanity, Ellie had cheerfully agreed to help her. But now, standing on the precipice of deafening music, neon lights and a psychedelic display of laser lights, she wasn't sure she'd made the right decision. The music was too loud. It vibrated beneath her high-heeled feet like a small earthquake. And there were people everywhere! A veritable orgy of half-nude bodies rubbing against each other, dancing to a tempo fabricated from sex. It was as awe-inspiring as it was daunting.

In the dark, entranced by the music, nothing mattered. Inhibitions were left at the door. It was only you, the option of your clothes and the partner who danced in front or behind you. Ellie had discovered this scene when she'd been fourteen and hadn't cared to revisit it--- until now. Clubbing was sex with hundreds of people, and if you had drugs swimming through your veins, every touch was one orgasm after another.

She was wary and wondered if it was too late to turn back.

"You are not leaving me!"
Maddie screamed in her ear, holding firm to Ellie's arm. "At least not until we find me someone!"

Right.  T
he purpose of this outing was to get Maddie laid. Any lovely specimen would do, so long as he was hard and willing. Maddie's words, not hers. With that in my mind, Ellie allowed Maddie to lead her down the wrought iron steps, conscience of the bodies leaning against the railing, engrossed in an act that could upon closer look pass as sex. It was all very fascinating, especially that one girl who had captivated Ellie's attention with her contortionism alone.

Finally, after much gawking, and receiving a few pats on the ass by extremely sexy men, Ellie and
Maddie arrived at their destination.

"What'll it be?" the bartender, adequately put together, blond, buff, and blue eyed, with a set of the whitest teeth Ellie had ever seen, blinded them with his smile upon their arrival.

"I'll have a Bend Me over Shooter." He winked at Maddie, and then turned his baby blues to Ellie.

"And you, sexy?"

"Uh…just a Coke, please."

"Oh for God sakes! She'll have a Screaming Orgasm."

"Coming right up."

"Can you pretend to have fun for me, Ellie, please?"
Maddie pleaded once the bartender had gone.

Ellie smiled guiltily, "I'm sorry! It's just been awhile, I'll try to relax."

Her answer received a wide grin from her best friend, before said best friend, reached over and popped open the first three buttons of her blouse, exposing Ellie's ample bosom for the world to see. She laughed at Ellie's mortification. "Don't be such a prude, Ellie! You have a rack to die for, share it with the masses!"

"Maddie!
"

Maddie
shook her head and grinned, "You promised!" before Ellie could protest, the bartender returned with their drinks.

"Cheers!" Their shot glasses clinked and in one swallow, Ellie's shooter disappeared down her throat. She made a face, but realized there was no need for it. "This is good!" she yelled out.

Maddie laughed, ordered two more before dragging Ellie to the crowded dance floor.

It was so much easier to relax when you had alcohol blazing a path through your system. Half an hour later and Ellie was feeling extremely relaxed. She
hasn’t done this in so long. But it seemed after years of raising three children and being an all-around parent, her body hadn't forgotten how to dance. Of course, club dancing didn't require much skill. So long as you knew how to swivel your hips and caress yourself with your hands you were good to go.

Beneath the display of multicolored lasers, Ellie wasn't a mother of three, she was twenty
seven year old dance fiend, entranced by the high-octane music thrashing through the subwoofers, and she danced for the sheer joy of it. She didn't realize how absolutely tempting she looked, with her fuck-me-shorts hugging tight to her delectable ass, or the way her blouse rode over her heaving chest every time she raised his arms. Her eyes were closed, face flushed, ecstasy painted there, her shoulder length chestnut hair flying around her, lips moist and impossibly pink, were parted in a silent moan. It appeared as though she was being fucked by the music and was enjoying every second of it.

There were faceless
men gravitating towards her, entranced by her roaring flame, needing to touch, needing to sample. But one man in particular dared to take it a step further. Nicholas’ intent was quite clear and nothing would deter him from his goal.

Maddie
saw him first and toothily grinned when he winked at her. She returned her gaze to the man vying for her attention and knew Ellie would have one hell of a night if the predatory gleam in Nicholas's eyes was any indication. Maddie hoped she was just as lucky.

Effortlessly Nicholas slipped behind Ellie, wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her to him.

"Keep dancing, Ellie." Nicholas whispered along the shell of her ear when she made to stop.

"Nicky." Ellie breathed with racing h
eart. She wanted to turn around needing to see his face, but Nicholas's arm hindered her, kept her in place. Ellie felt his smile on her skin, could smell the intoxicating spice of his cologne.

"Dance, Ellie." His order was soft, voice, sex personified. "Dance with me."

Ellie, swept up with emotions, did as bided and soon it was only her and Nicholas dancing. But then dancing wouldn't have been exactly how most would describe what they were doing. It was a mating ritual and everyone who could not help but watch were voyeurs to the erotic show.

Their hips moved to the rhythm, while Nicholas
’ hands roved, caressing, owning Ellie with achingly languorous touches. He pressed his lips to Ellie's nape and trailed his tongue upwards until he reached the shell of her ear. "see all those people watching us, Elle," his hands trailed down Ellie's glistening stomach, his large hand positioned possessively at her groin, his fingers toying with the button on her shorts. "They all want me to fuck you. They're waiting with bated breath to see whether I'll unbutton this," he twisted his fingers and the button came undone, "see how their eyes just widened? They're hoping..."

"Nicky!" Ellie panted, when those pale dexterous fingers
disappeared inside her shorts.

Nicholas finally allowed Ellie to turn around and once she was facing him, he captured her lips in a soul-searing kiss. They were ravenous as their tongues mated. The need for skin-to-skin contact caused them both to tear the clothes of
f each other's backs.

"Guys! Not that I'm not enjoying the show, but maybe you should take it somewhere else!"
Maddie advised when they came up for air.

"You don't mind?" Ellie breathlessly
asked lips bruised from Nicholas’ kiss.

"No!"
Maddie pulled a tall, blond haired stranger beside her and grinned like a Cheshire cat, "Blake here has a python he wants me to see. I'll see you tomorrow!" with that said, Maddie and her sinfully gorgeous python handler, disappeared in the crowd.

Ellie looked over her shoulder and with utmost certainty she said, "Take me home, Nicky."

Nothing else needed to be said. Nicholas captured Ellie's hand and led her out of the club.

~*~*~*~

The ride home had been strained with sexual tension. Now they were in his bedroom, the grandest of them all. Made up strictly of clean lines, there wasn't much to admire. However, the bold masculine pallet of dark red, burgundies and ash gold instantly drew you. His bed dominated the room raised high upon a dais. The sheets Ellie remembered were the softest of their kind and soon she would experience the texture on her back.

The
air crackled made even more so by the dimmed ambiance of the room. They stared at each other for an endless moment, absorbing all they could without contact. Nicholas's eyes burned bright, the intensity stealing the breath from Ellie's lungs.

"Nicky." It came out as a moan and too soon, she was swept away again. The onslaught of Nicholas's mouth on her compelled Ellie to shove her hands in his hair and pull him down, needing to quench an unquenchable thirst. Their tongues on a rampage, Ellie whimpered when he bit her bottom lip and then silently
pleaded for him to do it again. His hands in Ellie's hair trailed down and curled into the fabric of her blouse. Nicholas backed her up against the bedroom door. His kisses were ravenous, his mouth, hot and wet against Ellie face and neck, tortured moans and whimpers from kiss bruised lips. Skillful hands roamed freely, divesting her of her blouse, his fingers trailed over her breasts, plucked at the puckered tips and then caressed down her soft belly. His hands cupped her ass as he wedged a strong thigh between her legs, his hands coasting along the smooth texture of her thighs. There was no room for thought, only the sensation of being mastered.

"Elle…
" he tugged himself away and looked into hazel eyes darkened by lust, "If you want me to stop, I suggest you say so now." he swept the pad of his thumb across her lips, before covering those lips with his own, satiating a temporary craving. "If you don't, I don't think I can stop myself later." His cock strained between them, needing her so much it ached.

"Don't stop."

God, he needed her to be sure. "Ellie…"

Ellie silenced him with
a tender kiss. “Love me, Nicky."

"As you wish."

It wasn't gentle, because Ellie didn't want gentle. It was rough and hot and with Nicholas's precise thrusts driving her further over the edge, Ellie held on tight, her legs wrapped around Nicholas's waist, she threw her head back and panted.

Nicholas groaned, his thrusts increasing he buried his face in Ellie's neck, his mouth open, gasping for breath, he closed his eyes tight and with Ellie's name on his lips, he came.

Ellie's release came seconds after and prompted a long kiss from Nicholas. It was over far too quickly, but Nicholas was not worried, they had a long night ahead of them and he would make sure that Ellie's pleasure was foremost. With her legs still wrapped around his waist, Nicholas effortlessly moved them to the bed.

"I could've walked." Ellie said once Nicholas set her on the mattress.

Nicholas kissed her then and with a grin he gently pushed Ellie onto her back, "yes, but I like carrying you. I'll be right back, don't move." He was gone before Ellie could say anymore and returned a minute or so later, clutching bowl in one hand and towel in the other.

Ellie silently watched as he set the bowl down on the mahogany kissed night table before divesting the remainder of his clothes. It'd been years since she'd last seen Nicholas nude and the passage of time had only made him better. Ellie appraised him as a buyer would merchandise, methodically taking in every detail. Ni
cholas was beautifully sculpted. From his bare feet up to his well-formed calves, even further up to his muscled thighs and nestled between the thatch of dark curls was his glorious cock.

It stood at half-mast, long and veined, beautifully formed, it twitched as if sensing Ellie's lecherous gaze. With great effort, Ellie's eyes moved on, snaking up Nicholas's body like a lover's tongue. She followed the rise and fall of Nicholas's abdomen, and up to the dusky nubs that covered his chest. Hazel eyes found and focused on the large Dragon tattoo that ran from Nicholas's elbow and ended on the side his neck. Ellie softly smiled, she'd always loved that tattoo.

"Like what you see?"

His voice low, thrummed with intimacy as his silver eyes sparkled even in the dimly lit room. Ellie's cheeks reddened and coyly she looked away. "Hmm. Definitely."

Nicholas chuckled. "Glad it's too your liking."

The bed dipped slightly at his added weight, he reached over the bowl, dipped his hand in and squeezed water out of the small towel he'd fished out. Meticulously he worked, bringing the cloth between Ellie's slight parted legs, he gently wiped.

"Y---you don't have to do that." Ellie breathily protested the feel of the warm towel against his skin and Nicholas's nearness had her stomach doing flips.

"Not
 have to, want to. I think I was a little too rough." There was something in his voice that gave her slight pause.

"I wanted it rough, Nicky. You didn’t do anything wrong
."

Her words went on unheard as Nicholas wordlessly cleansed her. Once finished he dropped the towel back into the bowl and returned to his position between Ellie's legs. The kisses started at Ellie's feet, trailed up her smooth long legs, the caress of his hands feathery light. When he reached the junction of her thighs, his mercurial gaze lifted to meet hers and any rational woman would've been leery of the passion that lay there, but Ellie wasn't just any woman. She was Nicholas's woman and the ardor in his lust filled gaze matched hers perfectly. With both his arms encasing her quivering legs, his head right at her entrance, he leaned into her and kissed her melting sex. He eased a tongue between her quivering folds and licked upward until he captured her pink clit between his lips.