The Billionaire's Unlikely Bride(Book 2)(2)

"It is indeed a nice top." Elliott responds and smiles as he takes a seat at the end of the table next to me.

"What would you know dad?" Brittany laughs.



"More than you think young lady." Elliott laughs back at Brit and puts  his hand on my leg. Little did she know that he literally did know a lot  more than she thought.                       
       
           



       



We all stop talking to look at the menu and I feel my nipples start to  harden as Elliott continues caressing my leg. His hand has inched its  way up to my thigh and is caressing the part closest to my sweet spot.



"What do you feel like Elle?" He leans over to me pretending to look at  me menu and I feel his palm pressed into my pussy through my shorts.



"What are you doing?" I keep my voice low but it's hard



"What you dared me to do honey." He licks his lips, "I think I am going  to have the pancakes." He leans back and moves his hand and I release a  sigh. Thank God he had removed his hand. There was no way I could have  gotten through breakfast with his hand there.



The waiter comes and takes our orders and we all start making small talk  about what we were going to do that day. The consensus was that we were  going to hang out by the pool, which served me just fine, as I was  ready for day to just relax.



I gasped when Elliott picked up my hand and placed it on my crotch. He  used my hand to rub him back and forth. "You see how hard I am for you  Elle?" He whispers in my ear while still moving my hand. His member was  pressing against his zipper with urgency. I could feel it throbbing. "He  wants to come out and play Elle."



I look at him in shock. How could he even think about that? We could  easily get caught. If anyone were to move the tablecloth or if we had to  stand up quickly. Not only that. I was still mad at him.



"I think not Elliott." I yank my hand off of him and decide to talk to  Peter instead. We flirt back and forth and I feel Elliott's hand on my  leg again.



"So Elle, what say we go to a movie when we get back to NY." Peter grins at me; happy he has my attention again.



"Sounds great." I grin at him. I hold my breath as I feel Elliott slip  his fingers up the inseam of my shorts. "What are you doing?" I say  between clenched teeth as I turn to him.



"Huh?" He looks at me blankly but I can see his eyes sparkling.



"Elliott … " I nearly screech as I feel his fingers rubbing my clit over my panties.



"Like I thought, nice and wet." Elliott grins at me.



"Stop it." I glare at him while holding back a moan. He slipped his  fingers underneath my panties and his fingers were rubbing my clit  gingerly.



"Omg, Elliott." I turn to him and sigh. He was moving his fingers faster  now and I could feel that I was close to coming. All I wanted was for  him to put his fingers inside me, I knew that was all it would take for  my juices to flow.



"Oh sorry Elle." And just before I was about to climax he pulled his  hands out of my shorts. I glared at him; my pussy felt so heavy and  needed release.



"Sure you are." I turn away from him and try and readjust my seat to see if the heavy feeling would ease. It didn't.



"You know I prefer it when it's mutual."



"You didn't this morning."



"This morning you weren't acting like an immature bitch."



I glared at him wishing I could ream him out but knowing I couldn't draw  any more attention to us. I could see Olivia staring at us from down  the table and I knew she wanted to know what we were whispering about.  Thank God Brittany was too busy flirting with Mark and Peter was  distracted by his iPhone.



As I sat there fuming a great idea came to me and decided to get back at  Elliott. "You're right Elliott, it should be mutual." I smile at him  sweetly and reach my hand to his lap and start rubbing his crotch back  and forth. I can hear him gasp and smile to myself. My pussy starts  feeling heavier as I feel him getting harder and harder underneath my  touch.



I quickly decide to unzip his pants and pull his penis out of his boxers  and through the zipper. "What are you doing Elle?" He frowns at me  while desire shines out of his eyes.



"Repaying the favor," I smile. I grab his cock between my fingers and started giving him a hand job at the table.



"Fuck Elle, you need to stop." Elliott finally grabs my hand and pulls  it off of him. He pushes his cock back into his pants and stands up  bringing me up with him.



"Excuse us, I need to show Elle something really quickly." No one has time to respond as he drags me with him.



"What are you doing?" I say as I follow him excitedly.



"What I should have done in the shower this morning." He marches into  the hotel and heads to the bathrooms. He pushes his head in real quickly  and then pulls me into the ladies with him.



"Quick Elle." He pushes me into a stall and then locks the door.                       
       
           



       



"You can't be in here Elliott." I gasp as he pushes my crop top up and starts sucking on my nipples.



"Oh my gosh Elliott, you can't … " I go silent as I hear 2 women walk into the bathroom talking.



Elliott looks at me and says, "Ssh." He pushes his mouth onto mine and  we start kissing passionately. I can feel his hands on my back slide  down to grab my ass. "Take your shorts off," he whispers in my ear. I  shake head. And then I feel him undoing the zip and pulling them down. I  stand there in my thong and crop top, while he just stares at me. He  then pulls his zipper down and his cock springs free. He reaches his  fingers into my pussy pushing aside my thong.



"Still wet for me I see." He grins and lifts me up. He pushes me up  against the door and I slide my legs around his waist. A second later I  feel his cock entering me and I groan. He reaches down and kisses me.  "Sssh." He says. He moves his body back and forth into me, his cock  sliding in and out. I don't last long before I have my first orgasm. I  bite my lip to keep from screaming as I come with him still pumping into  me, Amazingly, I feel a second orgasm building up in me. I push him  back.



"Sit down," I say as he starts to protest. He looks at me quizzically.  "Sit." I push him down onto the toilet seat. Before he has time to  protest, I get on top of him and guide his penis into me. He groans and  leans back as I ride him. I can control the movement now and move up and  down on him slowly. He then grabs my ass and squeezes it and I ride him  faster. We both come together and just sit there for a second.



"Wow, that was great." I sigh and kiss him already forgetting that I was mad at him.



"Shit, I didn't wear a rubber." Elliott looks concerned and I groan.



"I don't suppose you're on birth control?" He looks at me hopefully and I feel a jab of pain go through me.



"No." I say softly. Shit, that could really complicate things.



"Fuck. I'm sorry. I should know better." He lifts me off of him and  stands up, pushing his penis back in his pants. I reach down and put my  shorts on.



"Whatever." I reply, juvenile and mad again.



"Elle. I'm sorry. We really need to talk this afternoon." He looks at me  seriously and I feel scared. What is he going to tell me? Maybe he  wants me out of his and Brittany's lives?



"Ok." I try to not look at him.



"You are so damn sexy Elle. I want you again already." He pushes himself  up against me and kisses me. I kiss him back, wanting to make him love  me.



He groans as he pushes me away, "We better go back to the table. I'm sure they are wondering where we are."



"Yeah." I wondered whom he was more concerned about: Brittany or Olivia. "Are you dating Olivia?" I asked him.



"What?" He looks at me with wary eyes.



"Are you dating Olivia?"



"Not really." He averts my gaze. Not really? What did that mean?



"Are you fucking Olivia Elliott?" Omg, I was not a cheater.



"No Elle. I'm not." His eyes glint at me and I can see he is getting mad.



"So what do you mean by not really?" I want to cry.



"We'll talk later." And he walks away from me. I want to run up and hit  him. I was so mad. But I didn't know whom I was madder at, him or  myself?





Chapter 3



Breakfast seemed to last forever. Elliott told them that we thought we'd  left an iron on in the room and everyone seemed to buy it except for  Olivia. I ate my meal quickly and made small talk with Peter. He kept  talking about some stocks he was buying and how he thought the sale of  them in a year or so would out him in the top 5 on the Forbes Richest  People in the World list. I tried not to yawn as he was talking. I  really didn't care about money.