Chapter 22 Elliot
ELLIOT
Before I could even catch my breath, Jacques’s sweaty body collapsed on top of mine, his weight crushing me while his cross necklace tickled the back of my nape.
“It’s hot,” I complained, my face half shoved in the old sheet he’d spread on the wooden floor of this attic. Our attic. The place we always met to make love.
“Get off,” I half laughed, half struggled to breathe.
“Nah… I’m too comfortable right now.” He pressed harder against me at the same time as he thrust his hips forward so his flaccid cock rubbed my sensitive entrance. “And I want you to fuck me next, anyway.”
I sighed. “Could we rest first?”
Jacques rolled off me and moved to lie on his side so we were facing each other.
“Are you tired of me already, mon chaton?” he asked, his green eyes studying me as he tucked a lock of hair behind my ear.
My chest tightened with the warmth of his gaze and the love lurking in his sweet words, and unable to resist his teasing grin, I shook my head.
“I could never,” I admitted and enjoyed his smirk that grew into a full-on smile. “But… why do we keep hiding?”
The quickness with which his expression changed made me wish I could take back my words.
“You know why.”
Tucking my hand under my cheek, I averted my eyes down his body and focused on the golden cross that rested against his naked chest. “I do… but we could always move away—”
He was up before I could finish my sentence.
“Jacques, please,” I said, voice rough, as he began collecting his clothes off the dirty floor.
He paused with his fist clenching his shirt and turned to face me. “Please what, Elliot?” He tightened his grip. “Huh? Please what?”
My throat dried out as I looked at him, scared out of my mind he’d run away from me.
“You know I can’t leave this place. My family is here, my whole life.”
“But in America—”
He cut me off with a deep sigh.
“Again with your stupid America?” He put on his shirt. “Just drop that naive idea already and face reality.”
Feeling like I was back in high school, where the teacher scolded me for dozing off in the middle of the class, I wrapped my fingers around my wrist and began scratching my skin. The itching feeling only grew, so I scratched harder until it was painful enough to distract me.
“Shit, mon chaton,” Jacques sighed as he sat beside me and forced me to stop. “D-don’t do that.” He covered my hand with his, and after a minute of silence, he said, “I’m sorry for getting angry.”
Unable to speak, I kept quiet.
“Hey.” He nudged my chin up so I’d look at him. “You know I love you, right?” His lips curled into a small, barely there smile. “Just ’cause nobody else can know about it doesn’t mean I don’t love you. Okay? All it means is that this is our secret.”
My heart sank. Me, a secret? Weren’t secrets bad, or else why would they remain hidden? But what other choice did I have other than to believe his words? I loved him. A lot. So I bit my lips, swallowed my tears, and nodded.
Sliding down the bathtub until the water reached my chin, I stared at my toes that peeked out of the white bubbles while thinking back on that day.
What a way to ruin my already bad mood.
I’d been inside the bath, thinking about the past and the present, long enough for the skin at the tips of my fingers to wrinkle.
After leaving Daniel, I returned to the party and tried distracting myself with champagne and dancing.
But since the champagne they served was cheap and in no way close to the French brands, and because I still had shows tomorrow, I excused myself early on and went back to my room, where I took a long, hot bath.
I’d hoped it would cheer me up, but without noticing, I’d sunk even deeper into my shitty experience with men.
If only I was into women. Water splashed everywhere when I stood up, and I tried getting out without dripping all over the clean floor, with no success.
Looking at the water trails I left behind me, I shrugged and reached for the bathrobe hanging behind the door.
The soft, woven fabric smelled good, and I loved how fancy it made me look.
I wiped the fog off the mirror before staring at myself.
“You look fine, Elliot,” I chuckled at my reflection before my stomach growled.
I guess I’m hungry.
A cloud of steam followed me out of the bathroom, and I checked the clock on the wall before going over to the minibar. It was past two in the morning, meaning it was definitely time to sleep, or I’d look horrible tomorrow. Dark circles were a big no-no for models.
Crouching down, I opened the small fridge and stared at its contents. My eyes immediately went over to the chocolate bars, and I took one out. Flipping to read the nutrition label, I grimaced.
“300 per serving?” My lips curled in displeasure, and I quickly put the chocolate bar back in place.
It was way too many calories, not to mention I’d had three glasses of champagne and a mini quiche tonight, which meant I’d have to run an extra lap tomorrow.
I then took out a bag of gummy bears that were also too full of sugar.
Thankfully, there was also a low-fat yogurt that I’d put in here the other day and totally forgotten about. It wouldn’t be as tasty, but—
A sudden knock on the door made me put the yogurt down, and I looked over my shoulder to glance at the door. It was way too late for room service. Maybe it was a mistake? Going back to my yogurt, I searched for a spoon when another knock came. With a sigh, I closed the minibar and got up.
“Just a moment,” I said in English, my accent heavy, as I tightened the robe’s belt around my waist. Maybe it was a thief?
Although, why would a thief knock on the door?
Even if it was one, it wasn’t like I had anything worth stealing other than my bag collection.
Either way, I didn’t think too much about it before opening the door…
On second thought, maybe I should have been more cautious because the man standing in my doorway was a much bigger threat than a simple thief.
“Daniel?” I frowned at him.
Yet, before I could even think about chasing him away, he’d already reached for my waist and pulled me into his arms. I heard the door shut right before he crashed our mouths together in a kiss that took all the air out of my lungs.
With one hand gripping the back of my head and the other on my waist, he kissed me aggressively, leaving me no option but to accept him.
Pushing his tongue between my lips, he thrust it into my mouth while his big hands kept me close.
The strong scent of his cologne enveloped me as a wave of heat rushed through my body, and without stopping to think, I grabbed him by his tie and kissed him back.
He groaned in response, angling my head back so he’d have more access to my mouth.
Kissing me fast, like we were running out of time, he moved his hands down my body, stopping once he reached the hem of my robe.
Not waiting for permission, he slipped them underneath the soft cloth and brought them to my ass.
Cupping a cheek in each palm, he squeezed me forcefully, causing me to groan at the aggressiveness with which he held me.
With heat taking over me, I pulled back to catch a breath only for him to retake my lips.
As if to make it clear that he was the one in control, Daniel bit on my bottom lip until it hurt, and only let go to take off his suit jacket and tie.
I thought maybe now he’d stop and say something, but instead, he picked me up into his arms and manhandled me inside the room.
His hands gripped me possessively, fingers digging into my flesh as he walked us to the bed. Our lips hadn’t parted, not even when he placed me on the mattress and moved to lie above me.
The weight of his body on top of mine made my cock harden, and I groaned at the pleasure of his erection rubbing against my own. He thrust his tongue into my mouth, and I sucked on it, my heart beating loudly in my chest the whole time.
Moving his hands between us, I could feel him messing with the robe, so I helped him by raising my body off the mattress just enough for him to slip it off my shoulders.
Now, it was his turn to strip, and I quickly reached to unbutton his dress shirt.
He seemed just as eager to get rid of it as he practically tore it off his body.
I bit my lip at the sight of his broad chest before I moved to brush my fingers along the thin layer of hair coating his pecs.
But Daniel had plans of his own, and before I could admire his toned muscles, he pushed my hands away and forced me down.
A second later, his lips were wrapped around my nipple.
A wave of pleasure ran down my spine when he flicked his tongue over my right nipple, and I bit my lips as he sucked it into his mouth while using his fingers on the left one.
I continued to thrust my hips into him, desperate to relieve the pressure, when he removed his lips from my nipple and began kissing along my skin, going up from my chest all the way to my collarbones, neck—
“Oh, mon Dieu,” I moaned as he sucked the sensitive skin behind my ear, hard enough to leave his mark.
I could feel the smirk on his lips right before he took my cock in his fist. The touch of his warm skin made me throb, and my toes curled as he began stroking me.
My face flared with my arousal, and feeling needy, I wrapped my arms around his neck and kept him close while he continued to rub my dick.
“You’re so damn sexy,” he whispered in my ear, voice rough. “My perfect fucking prince.”
My dick twitched at his words, and I nearly came on the spot. And when he slid his finger down to my hole?
“Oh, oui, Daniel,” I panted as he circled my rim with slow strokes. “C’est tellement bon.”