The Billionaire's Unlikely Bride(Book 1)(5)

"Yeah. Shouldn't be a problem." I wished it were a twin size bed. Then we would have to be in each other's way.



"I'm going to turn the TV on if you don't mind?" Elliott asked me politely as he turned away.



"No problem, I'm going to take a shower now." I grabbed my bag and  walked into the bathroom. I contemplated going to Peter's room, he had  sent me a text and I figured he might be a good way to get over Elliott.  As I showered I had an idea. Elliott had been attracted to me once, so  he may still be. I decided to stay the night and wear the thong and tank  top to bed as I had planned to with Peter and would see what happened.



I put a long t-shirt on over my tank top and thong so that when I walked  back into the bedroom he wouldn't see what I was wearing. Elliott had  turned the light off and so the room was dark asides from the glare from  the TV.



"Hope there was enough hot water." Elliott's gruff voice spoke to me in the dark.



"Yes, yes there was. Thanks." I walked over to the bed slowly, not sure if I was brave enough to take off the t-shirt.



"I'm just going to brush my teeth," he said as he got out of bed and walked past me.



"Okay." I looked up at him and our eyes met. I could feel the heat  radiating from his body. I quickly pulled off my t-shirt and climbed  into bed. I was absorbed in an episode of "Chopped' when he came back  out of the bathroom. He climbed into the bed besides me and I felt a  quick thrill of excitement.



"Cooking show?" Elliott sat up in the bed and talked to me.



"Yeah," I say up as well, making sure that the sheets were up to my  waist. I didn't want him seeing me in my underwear. "I love cooking  shows." I looked over at him and grinned.



"I know. Brittany told me you make her meals every week based on ideas from the different shows you watch."



"Oh, yeah." I look over at him and smile.



"She says you aren't that good a cook though." He grins at me.



"What?"



"Got ya," he laughs at me and I swat him on the shoulder.



I see him looking down at my chest. It is pretty clear that I'm not wearing a bra and I feel my nipples tighten at his gaze.



"I'm joking. She says you are a good cook."



"That's good to know." I smile but keep my distance.



"What's your favorite meal to cook?" He asks me coming closer to me.



"Uhm, " I think for a second. "Roast beef. I like to cook a Sunday roast."



"Ah, a family meal."                       
       
           



       



"Yeah." I look up at him and realize he is right in my face. "Oh," I  whisper as he takes my mouth in his. The kiss lasts for about a minute.



"Sorry," he says as he draws back from me.



"For what?" I stare at him dazed.



"For kissing you."



"Oh."



"Sorry," he says again as he reaches over and runs his hand across my breast, gently squeezing my nipple.



"For what?" I gaze at him enraptured.



"For this," and he reaches down and sucks my nipple through my tank top.



"It's all right," I whisper as I run my hands up and down his back. I  lay back in the bed and he rolls over pushing the sheets off of the bed.



"Oh Elle." Elliott gazes at me and licks his lip as he stares at me in  my tank top and panties. I stare at him wordlessly. He reaches down and  lifts my tank top off.



"It's only fair that we both have our tops off."



I pull him down on top of me so that I can kiss him. Our mouths lavished  each other and our tongues explored the inner most depths of each  other's mouths. We rolled over and I was on top of him, I felt his  hardness beneath me and heard him groan as I rubbed myself on him. He  moved his hands to my butt and groaned.



"Oh, Elle. You are still as sexy as I remembered."



I grinned at him as I rubbed myself on him. My nipples were hard against  his hairy chest and I could feel a mounting pressure in my pussy as I  pleasured myself with his hardness. He did remember that night.



"I didn't think you thought about that night," I groaned out to him as  he slipped his fingers inside my thong and rubbed my clit. "Ooh."



"How could I ever forget Elle, my sexy wonton dancer."?



I pushed myself into his hand and gasped as he slipped a finger inside me.



"Oh Elliott, that feels so good." I couldn't resist talking to him. I  protested as he pulled his fingers out and rolled me back over onto the  bed. "Oh. Don't stop." I wanted to beg but stopped when I realized he  was pulling his boxer shorts off. His cock sprung to attention and I  gasped. He was magnificent all over.



"Take off your thong." He leaned over and nibbled on my neck.



"Ok." I was unable to move I was so paralyzed with pleasure.



"Take off your thong." He continued his nibbling down to my breast and  then to my belly. "Okay, I'll do it." He moved his mouth down to my now  very wet mound and sucked on my clit through my thong. "Hmm, you taste  so good," I could barely hear him over my heavy breathing. I grabbed his  hair and ran my fingers through it.

He pulled my thong down with his teeth and then quickly used his hands  to pull them off at my ankles. I expected him to come back up and kiss  me but he kissed all the way up to my leg and stopped at my inner thigh.  I gasped as he nibbled all over my inner thighs but not in my sweet  spot.



"Oh please Elliott, please."



"Please what Elle?"



"Pleasure me." I whispered.



"How?"



"With your mouth." And with that I reached down and pushed his head into  my pussy, he didn't disappoint and I felt him licking and sucking my  clit. I could barely stand the pressure that was building up in me. "Oh  yes, Elliott." He then stuck his tongue in me and I screamed out a  little.



"Ssh, Elle. Ssh." Elliott reached up and placed a finger on my lips.



"What?" I was dazed and confused.



"The walls are thin. I think Olivia is in the room next to us."



"Oh yeah?" I smiled.



"Yeah," he smiled. I pushed him back onto the bed and went down between  his legs. I took him into my mouth and sucked. "Oh shit Elle, ooh." He  groaned as I bobbed my head on his cock. I could feel his body stilling.  "Ooh Elle." He pushed me off of him and flipped me onto my back. "I've  waited a long night for this Elle." He stared into my eyes and reached  down to kiss me, and then he entered me. His cock was long and thick and  it filled me up like I'd never been filled before.



As he entered me escalating between fast and slow, we both groaned. Our  bodies became one as we were quickly reaching climax. "Shit wait." He  pulled out of me quickly.



"What?" I was frustrated and wanted him back inside of me.



"I forgot protection." He reached over to his wallet on the side table  and took a condom out and quickly put it on his cock. I paused for a  second wondering why he had a condom with him, had he been planning on  having sex with Olivia.                       
       
           



       



"Elliott, "I started, "are you dating Olivia?"



He groaned. "Do we have to talk about this right now?" He looked at me with passion in his eyes.



"I do think we need to talk, El … " I paused as he entered me again. His  held nothing back and was slamming into me fast and furiously. "Oh, oh, I  think I'm going to come." I screamed as he kept up the pace.



"Not yet, my dear." He pulled out of me and flipped me onto all fours  and then entered me from behind. "Nothing like a little doggy-style to  finish it up."



I groaned as he pummeled me from behind. If anything I felt him more  than before. He seemed to be a part of me and it seemed only fitting  that we both collapsed and came at the same time.



We lay in each other's arms satiated and happy. "Wow, that was better  than I had ever thought it would be." He kissed my face as he spoke.



"Same here." I had never imagined it would be this great.



"We should get some sleep now." Elliott grinned at me.

"Okay." I said softly. What I really wanted to do was talk, but I guessed that could wait.



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We were only awake for a couple of minutes before Olivia started banging  on the door the next morning. "I can hear you talking Elle." She  screeched. What was her problem?



Elliott got out of the bed and bent down to pick his boxers off of the  floor as he walked to the door. "Olivia, Elle is still in bed. We will  see you downstairs for breakfast in 30 minute." I couldn't hear her  reply but I groaned to myself. It was back to the real world. I would  have liked to have stayed in bed with Elliott making love and ordering  in some room service.