"Wouldn't have it any other way."
"Kiss Soph goodnight for me Gabe, I'll see you Sunday night." With a kiss on the cheek and a wave goodbye, Ellie followed Nicholas to the ridgeline.
There was something incredibly sensual in the unassuming way Ellie ate her food that had Nicholas shifting in his seat on several occasions during their meal. It was a small, quiet dinner for two set by the solitary housekeeper of the cedar wood cabin belonging to Matt's parents.
Rita, the housekeeper, was a rail thin woman in her mid-forties with sinfully dark hair, graying slightly at the temples. She was a sweet woman with a kind matronly smile that had instantly put Ellie at ease. She'd informed them upon their arrival earlier that afternoon that she was both chef and housekeeper and could be called any time to ask for whatever they wanted. She'd disappeared soon after into the kitchen and hadn't reemerged until a half an hour ago to set up their dinner.
The cabin, which Nicholas knew like the back of his hand because he and Matt had spent enough time here, was small and quaint, with no more than one bedroom, a small living room, a bathroom and the one kitchen in the back of the house.
He'd given Ellie a brief tour, taking her outside to see the small lake that made up the backyard. The large pine trees within the area added seclusion from the town. Once they'd settled in, they'd taken a drive into town, exploring the quaint boutiques that queued down Main Street.
Ellie purchased several items for Sophie, including the handmade mittens, the kitten plushes, she swore to Nicholas her daughter would love and the knitted blue trimmed hat and scarf for Gabe. With Nicholas bragging about Ripley's Café making the best hot chocolate around, Ellie allowed him to treat her to a mug. The hot chocolate, sprinkled with cinnamon and swimming with tiny marshmallow had been exceptionally good. With snow imminent, they'd finally returned to the cabin, just in time to see the snow fall.
Dinner was comprised of a small Caesar salad and Farfalle pasta in creamy wild mushroom sauce. Dessert was fruit custard; Nicholas couldn't eat but enjoyed watching Ellie consume.
Nicholas cleared his throat and picked up the wine stem. He took sip of the aged beverage to cleanse his mouth. The potency of the wine only added to the headiness already fogging his brain. "Are you enjoying your food?"
Ellie peered up from her empty dessert plate, the look in inscrutable pewter eyes had her flushed. "Uh---yeah." She bit her bottom lip, averting her gaze. She could feel his stare like a torch, scorching hot.
The air between them vibrated, the sexual energy danced around them like nymphs on gossamer wings silently coaxing them to give in to baser instinct. Seated across from him, Ellie felt the enticement; sh was so achingly aware of him that she felt the effects between her legs.
Ellie emulated Nicholas and reached for her own stemware, filled halfway with water and drank deeply.
"Dance with me?" he stood by her chair, holding out his hand for hers.
Ellie licked her lips and stared up at him. "There isn't any music." She said dimly.
"Humor me." Ellie didn't even realize "No" was an option when Nicholas looked at her the way he did. She stood from her chair and dropped her hand in his palm.
He instantly swept her into his arms and held her impossibly close, the gentle strength lying beneath his wool sweater comforting her. Firmly pressed together, from sternum to thighs and all in between, the differences between their bodies was not lost on Ellie. Vaguely, she wondered how it was possible that they could fit so perfectly together. But all thoughts escaped her as she was forced to give her complete attention to the man who conquered her heart.
They didn't need music, words or even looks to relay exactly how they felt in that moment. Time was lost to them, the world ceased to exist. Together, Ellie and Nicholas whirled around the enclosed sitting room. The dying embers of the stone fireplace illuminated the room and cast an orange glow, adding to the ambiance of their little world. In sync, utterly spellbound, they danced to the melody only they could hear.
"I need to kiss you." It was a desperate whisper uttered softly along the shell of Ellie's ear.
Passion that echoed in her veins showed brightly in his hooded eyes. "So kiss me."
"Yeah?" Nicholas did not allow her to break eye contact.
"Yeah." Ellie whispered back.
There was nothing chaste, sweet or gentle in the way he kissed her. His tongue pillaged the very moans from her mouth, so sweet, so warm. She eagerly met his tongue, thrust for thrust, their passion scorching them both. Nicholas could not get enough. Ellie's mouth was an endless fountain of sweet delight and each time he tasted, he yearned for more. He had a sweet tooth and she was the sugared antidote. His teeth gently pulled at her lips, nipped and scraped along her jaw and down the column of her neck with uncontained frenzy.
It was a fire that consumed him, unlike anything he'd ever felt, the cure, the whimpering girl he held in his arms. Nicholas was beyond thought he only acted on what he felt. His hands raced down Ellie's back, grabbed her ass with bruising strength and drew her intimately close.
"Nngh..." she stifled a moan, his thigh pressed against her throbbing sex. Ellie felt him long and hard through the layers of clothing, pulsating. She panted against his chest, drawing his cologne into her lungs with each breath. Emotions, rampant and raw, thrashed through her core like insurmountable waves and Ellie feared she'd be swept away by the storm Nicholas was creating in her.
Nicholas' ragged breaths warmed and cooled against Ellie's kiss-swollen lips, foreheads pressed together, Nicholas said "Stop me now." he closed his eyes as if pained. "Tell me to stop now, Ellie. If not, I can't promise I'll stop later."
The fact that he cared to propose the idea in their raw state had Ellie throwing the last remnants of her inhibition out the window and with a leering smile captured Nicholas's lips in a searing kiss.
"I don't want you to stop."
She gave a small squeal as he effortlessly scooped her from the floor and carried her to the couch. He knelt before her, his eyes feasting on her.
She was so beautiful; laying there for Nicholas's viewing pleasure alone that he could not help but stoop down and steal a kiss. It was hungry, heated and hard, telling of the desire and passion that lay in them both. Eagerly, Ellie met his tongue, full, warm and ever so sweet; it caressed his own in a languid brush of teasing flesh. Her desire drove the heat in Nicholas' veins to boiling, but restraint was what he would aspire for. Now was not for his rampant lust, but solely the pleasure of the woman who so easily enslaved him with her smile. Ellie's pleasure was Nicholas' desire to fulfill.
"What are you thinking about?" her fingers brushed his cheek, drawing Nicholas from his reverie.
"You." he said candidly, his hands snaked down to her outer thighs in a languid caress.
She smiled; the blush dancing across her cheeks endeared her that much more to Nicholas."Me...? What about me?"
"I want to eat you." He said, his voice filled with longing.
"So then eat me." Ellie whispered invitingly, hazel eyes smoldering, tantalizing Nicholas to a playground of debauchery and sin, the sweetest of all sins. She had him on tenterhooks, salivating like a beast, all too ready to rut. There was a need pulsating in him, greater even than that to lay plunder to Ellie's mouth, which he did with unrestrained gusto. His hands roamed, divesting all vestiges of clothing until all that lay between them was nothing but skin; Heated, smooth, flawless caramel mocha skin, so rich in color, so supple in texture that Nicholas did not know which to do first. Kiss? Or lick? Suck? Or fuck? He began with the former and worked languidly down to the latter.
Inch by sweet inch, he showered Ellie with kisses, licked and teased her nipples to hardened twin points, and when he took them again into his mouth, he induced a gasp and moan that went straight to his cock. With every flick of his tongue across the pebbled peaks, Ellie arched further and further off the bed, offering her gloriously curvaceous body for Nicholas' ravishment, mewling while Nicholas wholeheartedly gorged
himself. There was not an inch of her lover Nicholas was not eager to sample. He made love to Ellie's navel, the flat surface of her abdomen was a temptation that called out to his rapacious tongue.
But the apex of her was what finally drew Nicholas downward. Face framed between the junction of Ellie's thighs, he leered, meeting her hooded gaze, he grinned wickedly before descending his lips to devour her. The very first taste of her nearly undid him. She melted, radiated on his tongue, red hot, indescribable; he tormented her with all he had. She sang for him, her fervent cries of passion championed him to continue.
His insatiable tongue teased, gathered the essence of her in his mouth and savored it like juices from the proverbial fruit itself. Ellie bucked beneath him, sending slim hips off the mattress to which Nicholas brought back down. He wrapped his arms around her thighs to hold her still. Prodding, tugging, kissing, licking, suckling until all he could see, taste, smell, touch, and hear was Ellie. There was nothing else for Nicholas, no one else, but this woman and her pleasure.
"Nicky!" Ellie drew in a sharp intake of breath, her body bowing beneath his hands, her hands sinking in his hair, tugging and holding him close to her milky sex and then she screamed. Her soul fell back to earth, slamming into her body; she laid limp, all sense of thought having escaped her.
Something primal, very male, overtook Nicholas as he watched her catch her breath. And as sure as he knew that the sun came up every morning and set every night, he knew that Ellie belonged to him. This was it. She was his and he, hers. He took possession of her lips, needing her like food, like air.
"Wow..." Ellie brought her hand to her fluffy robed chest and stood in awe at the beautiful scene set out before her. Right there, only inches away from where she stood was the porcelain master tub brimming with frothy white bubbles. Petals of roses trailed a crimson path from the doorway to the three steps leading up to the tub, dotting the bubbles. Around the tub and at the frosted window sill were aromatic candles that perfumed the air with the scent of juniper and citrus.
"Come join me," Nicholas invited from the tub.
Without a moment's hesitation, Ellie disrobed and joined Nicholas in the large tub that could've comfortably accommodated at least three more people. Ellie grinned, submerging herself in the hot water as she leaned back and blissfully sighed.
"Thank you for inviting me." She said with a smile.
Nicholas approached her. "There isn't anyone else I would've asked."
She was vain enough to admit to herself how much that statement pleased her. When he was close enough, Ellie leaned forward and stole a kiss. "Good..." She wrapped her arms around his neck and licked his lips. "I want to be the only one." She kissed his chin, his cheeks and inwardly smiled when she flicked her tongue around his earlobe and he shuddered in her arms.
Beneath the surface of the water, Ellie could feel him growing, his length like velvet steel against her thigh. Feeling incredibly empowered by his reaction, she continued on her ministration making sure to pay extra attention to that spot just behind his left ear.
"Greedy aren't you?" Nicholas nearly swallowed his tongue as her hands found his aching cock beneath the water.
"Extremely." Their gazes locked, Ellie licked her lips and grinned as Nicholas' cock filled her hand. She slowly ran the pad of her thumb across the capped tip. "I hate sharing when it comes to my men."
"Christ..."Nicholas groaned as Ellie's hand jerked upwards and slowly descended.
The thick corded organ twitched and pulsed in Ellie's hand as he glowered at her. "Men?"
"Uh huh...you and all those other guys in my Abercrombie and Fitch catalog. I don't think I'm ready to give up those beautiful specimens of masculine beauty."
Nicholas' growl was the only warning Ellie received before she was pinned against the tub, his mouth crashed against hers. She hissed, pleasure and pain in Nicholas' mouth as he pinched her nipples. She squirmed deliciously for him.
"Those guys don't have shit on me."
Ellie raised soapy hands and cupped Nicholas's face. "None at all." Slick fingers found her where she needed them the most and gently entered her one torturous digit at a time. It wasn't long before her hips moved in time to Nicholas's deft fingers.
"Oh..." Ellie breathed out as Nicholas' fingers grazed at her core. “Need you, Nicky." Ellie softly panted, reaching the point where she could take no more.
"Are you sure?"
Ellie kissed Nicholas' nose and gently smiled as lust clouded eyes stared back at her. "Positive."
The fingers disappeared, replaced by the unforgiving blunt tip of Nicholas's veined cock. He entered her with deliberate slowness, filling her inch by inch. The soapy water made it painless and when he was buried to the hilt, Ellie wrapped her arms around his neck. Nestled between the slick tub and Nicholas' hard body, she finally released her breath.
"Are you okay?" Nicholas asked gruffly, his face strained. It took all he had not to propel his hips forward. He set his hands on opposite sides of her body and gripped the edge of the tub with herculean strength.
"I'm not going to break Nicky, please move." Just to prove her point she deliberately rolled his hips and groaned as Nicholas’ cock pulsed in her.
"More…more..."
Succumbing to her pleas, Nicholas drove his hips forward; the first thrust jarred the breath from both their lungs, the second, sent the water sloshing to the floor. They fell into rhythm, giving and taking, perfectly matched; symbiotic. Nicholas kissed her, long, hard, deep, his tongue emulating his cock.
Ellie whimpered, nearing, ever nearing that fathomless precipice, begging, praying that Nicholas would shove her over the edge. Nicholas however, refused to let her fall just yet as he labored to prolong her release.
"Nicky…Nicky please…" Ellie felt as if she were coming apart, every inch of her shattering in a million little pieces.
The overall onslaught became too much for Ellie as she moaned and gasped, needing to come. She screamed and held on to him, her lifeline. She came with shuddering breaths, her wall clenched hot and greedy around him.
Nicholas' release came fast, cleaving through his core like a bullet. He gave one long, deep thrust before coming with a groan, filling her with the essence of himself.
Their breathing reverberated off the bathroom walls and mindlessly, Ellie wondered whether the housekeeper had heard them.
"You're fucking exquisite." Nicholas murmured against her neck, still buried inside her.
Ellie smiled and kissed his cheek. "You're not so bad yourself."
Nicholas watched Ellie sleep, his guilty pleasure number one, while mindlessly twirling his cigarette between his fingers. They had made love twice more after the tub and she'd fallen asleep about an hour ago, just before dawn. He grinned as he remembered the way she'd blushed when she’d seen them against the floor length mirror in the master bedroom.
He didn't ever want to leave this place. It'd been bliss being with her, loving her, talking to her, sharing everything that came to mind. He wasn't ready to leave all of this behind and could he keep them here forever, Nicholas would've given his left nut so they could. But he knew tomorrow afternoon they would leave here, leave their secluded paradise to return to the harsh realities of the world and that grated most of all.
Ellie shifted in sleep, causing the cream colored duvet to slip further off her hip. Unable to fight temptation where she was concerned, Nicholas lowered his head and tenderly pressed his lips to her exposed hipbone.
"You can't begin to imagine how much I love you." He uttered, thumbing at her velvet cheek.
Nicholas stood with every intention of heading to the terrace to grab a smoke but the sudden ring of his cell had him taking a detour. No one except Gabe and Matt knew where they were and the latter knew better than to call him at five in the fucking morning.
Nicholas searched for the elusive cell phone from where he’d discarded his clothes on the brocade chair. He finally found it beneath his sweater. He flipped it around to sh
ut off the ringtone before it awoke Ellie when he paused, his father's number flashed across the screen.
Nicholas frowned. What the hell could be so important that would have his father calling him? He hadn’t done anything recently to warrant the call. Although Charles Grayson didn’t really need a reason to call and bitch at his son. Waking up in the morning was enough to sour the old bastard’s mood.
The phone quieted for a scant few minutes before continuing its persistent ring. Nicholas knew his father would not stop until he answered the phone.
Nicholas set the phone to his ear. "Father--"
"Reassure me that your erratic exploits haven’t come to the point where you must rape insipidly naïve girls to get my attention, because I assure you, if they have than you have my complete and undivided attention, Nicholas."
Charles Grayson did not sound the least bit pleased.
"He's going to hate me. I don't want to do this anymore. I shouldn't have listened to you." Huddled in the corner of Tony's one bedroom apartment, Maddie brought her knees to her chest and glared up at the pacing figure of her agitated tormentor. She licked her chapped lips, hastily swallowing the acidic fingers of bile clawing at her throat.
This was the first time in a long while that she'd been this coherent; the effects of the drugs Tony had plied her with were wearing off and Maddie was determined to take full advantage of it. "It was a stupid plan! He's going to see right through it and when he does, he's going to come after you!"
Tony reared his head, raven hair flying. "Me? Don't you mean us? You were there with me when we had your gran make the call to his father." He fell to his knees and glowered menacingly at Maddie’s tear stained face. "Now you listen to me. You're going to continue being a good little bitch and go through with this stupid plan."
He pressed her face against the white wall and wrapped his fingers around her neck. "Otherwise, I might be forced to play doctor and prematurely remove that bag of cells from your womb while your lovely Gran watches." Maddie clawed at his hand, lack of oxygen painted her face a sickly blue. Darkness at the fringes of her vision threatened to pull her under.
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