“Repaying the favor,” I smile. I grab his c**k 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 c**k 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 ni**les.
“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 c**k springs free. He reaches his fingers into my pu**y 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 c**k entering me and I groan. He reaches down and kisses me. “Sssh.” He says. He moves his body back and forth into me, his c**k 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 f**king 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.
“Elle, let’s go swim and let the men talk business.” Brittany grabbed my arm as soon as I finished eating. I was grateful for the distraction but really wanted to have my talk with Elliott.
“Sure. I need to go and put on my bikini though.”
“Alright. I need to put mine on as well. I’ll meet you down here in 30 minutes. Okay?”
“Sounds good.” I got up and excused myself from the table.
“I’ll come back to the room with you.” Elliott also started to get up.
“Oh but Elliott dear, I thought we could chat about our trip to Paris next month. I do need to know how many dances we will be going to so I can have Henrietta buy me enough new dresses.” Olivia smiles up at him but I can see the venom in her eyes as she looks at me.
My breath catches. Paris? What was going on here? Why were they going to Paris together? I felt sick to my stomach.
“We’ll talk later Olivia.” I could feel Elliott staring at me.
“Okay, maybe tonight, over a nightcap?” Olivia purred. “I missed you last night. My shoulders were aching for your strong hands.”
I almost ran back to the room, holding back tears. Elliott caught up with me at the door, as I couldn’t seem to get the door open.
“Let me get it Elle.” Elliott spoke softly behind me.
I stepped back without talking to him. I ran to the bathroom as soon as he got the door open and splashed my face.
“Come out Elle.” Elliott banged on the door. “We need to talk.”
I was annoyed, frustrated, hurt and lovesick but I knew that I needed to know exactly what was going on here.
As I walked out of the room, I noticed that Elliott hadn’t closed the door properly but he distracted me by pulling me in for a kiss before I could close it.
“Stop Elliott.” I pushed him away. I would not let him seduce me again without figuring out what was going on.
“Oh Elle, the things you do to me.” He placed my hand on his member. He was hard again.