by Helen Cooper
I gape at her confused. Had she really warned me away from him?
“Maybe Elliott can read you a bedtime story to make you fall asleep before he comes to spend the night with me.” She turns away quickly at that point as Peter is walking but up to us. But I feel my insides quake with jealousy.
I walk into the room quickly and close the door. I can hear water running in the bathroom and I assume Elliott is taking a shower. I fall back onto the king-sized bed and sigh. I never thought I would be in such a complicated situation. It seemed as if I couldn’t win with either of these guys. Peter’s mother hated me and I wasn’t sure how he really felt about me asides from sexual attraction and Elliott was Brittany’s dad. He hated looked at me really since he found out who I was and I couldn’t even imagine how she would react if I were to date him. I was still lying on the bed when Elliott emerged from the bathroom wearing only a pair of boxer shorts.
I gasped when I saw him. He was so physically fit and attractive. He had a splattering of hair across his chest that made him even sexier. I felt weak in the knees just looking at him.
“I hope you don’t mind sharing a bed with me tonight Elle?” He asked me in concern.
“No, no I don’t,” I mumbled back at him, still captivated by his body.
“It’s a King so I’m sure we won’t be in each others way.” He grinned at me.
“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.
“That Olivia sure knows how to annoy people.” Elliott grinned at me and came back to the bed.
“Yes, she does,” I smiled at him but I was a bit more reserved in my nakedness. What I really wanted to do was talk and find out where we went from here.
“I could do this every morning,” he whispered down to me as he kissed me and played with my nipples. I groaned in ecstasy. I could feel my pussy getting wet again.
“Oh Elle, you are always ready for me aren’t you.” He reached down and started rubbing my clit.
“Oh, oh, yes.” I groaned as I heard another knock on the door.
“Elle, you up?” I heard Brittany’s voice at the door and jumped.
“Oh shit.” I whispered to Elliott wide-eyed. “Stop, stop.” I begged him as he continued playing with me.
“Elle, wake up.” Brittany continued knocking on the door.
“I’m just about to shower Brit.” I shouted and then groaned as Elliott lowered his mouth and started sucking on my clit with his mouth. “I’ll, I’ll be out soon. Ooh.” I screamed as he stuck his tongue in me. I looked down at him and his eyes were dancing.
“Elle, are you okay? Open the door.”
I looked at Elliott in panic as I heard Brittany playing with the door. “Stop, stop, “ I whispered at him. “Awwww,” I screamed as he quickly removed his tongue and then plunged into me with his hard cock.
“Elle, I’m getting room service to let me in if you don’t open the door in 1 minute.” My brain ignored her as Elliott filled me with his member; I had never felt such excitement and ecstasy in my life.
“Pull the duvet over us.” Elliott demanded of me as he rocked on top of me. Wordlessly, I pulled the covers over us and stilled in panic as I heard the door open and Brittany came running in.
“What’s going on Elle?”
I took a few deep breaths and went to talk. Elliott was hidden under the covers and was still moving inside of me slowly. Thank God the covers were so thick and the bed was so big that you couldn’t really tell that he was in there with me.
“Where’s my dad?” Brittany stood about 10 yards from the bed and stared at me. My mind went blank and I didn’t know what to say. I gasped as I felt Elliott pinch one of my nipples.
“I, I’m not sure.” I stared there looking at Brittany and tried to come up with something to say to get her out of the room.
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Table of Contents
Copyright
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
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