The Billionaire’s Unlikely Bride 2(2)
Author: Helen Cooper

“Well Peter, seems like you may have to share her with the rest of us.” I turn and see Elliott has joined us. He looks powerful and relaxed and gorgeous as per normal. His hair is glistening from the shower and my throat catches. He is soo sexy. I suddenly feel heaviness below. This man could turn me on without even touching me.

“I don’t think anyone will be sharing me thank you very much.” I snap back at Elliott, ignoring Peter’s surprised glance. I knew he must be wondering what was going on but I didn’t care.

“Where’s my daughter?” Elliott questions Peter while staying at me with questions in his eyes.

“Outside, follow me.” Peter starts towards the doors and we follow him.

“You look beautiful this morning Elle.” Elliott whispers in my ears.

“Thanks.” I try not to show how happy his words made me.

“So good that I think I can skip breakfast and just eat you.”

I gasp as his grabs my butt. “Shall we go back to the room?” He asks me only half joking.

“I think not Elliott and please take your hands off of me.” I snarl at him as he caresses my butt cheeks through my shorts.

“I don’t think you really want me to take my hands off of you Elle. I could take you right here if I wanted.”

“No, you could not.” The words come out of my mouth louder than I would have liked.

“Really.” Elliott pulls me towards him and pushes his hand down my butt and in-between my legs. “I can feel your pu**y throbbing Elle.”

I pause as if frozen like a statue. He was right. I wanted to have him right there. “If I were to slip my fingers up through your shorts I am sure your panties would be wet.”

“You wouldn’t dare.” I stare at him wide-eyed.

“Try me.” He pulls away abruptly as we notice Peter had gone ahead of us.

Olivia looks at me haughtily as we approach the table. She kisses her son and gives her hand to Elliott who kisses it. My heart thumps with jealousy as I see that. Brittany jumps up and gives me a hug, “There you are beautiful. I love the top.” She grins at me. It was a crop top she had given me that exposed my belly and fell just beneath my br**sts. It was a top that made men stare because they knew with one false move; some part of my br**sts would be exposed.

“Don’t you love the top Peter?” She asks him innocently.

Peter nods his head while trying not to stare at my br**sts. Brittany had made me pack it for Peter but I was wearing it for Elliott.

“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 ni**les 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 pu**y 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 cl*t 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 cl*t 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 cl**ax he pulled his hands out of my shorts. I glared at him; my pu**y 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 pu**y 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.