The Infamous Ellen James (Infamous Series) (20 page)

“Mmmmhmmmm.” Chill bumps immediately spread across my naked body.

“Are you speechless, little spitfire, or just too tired from all the sex I gave you last night to give me actual words?” I can feel his mouth grin against the back of my neck as he delicately rubs his nose back and forth, causing more chill bumps to spur.

“Mmmmmhmmmm.” I attempt to hide my smile.

“I think you need some help waking up. I think…” Trent quickly moves his hands to my sides and starts to tickle across my rib cage.

“Ahhh! Stop it!” I'm trying like hell to squirm out of his touch, but his muscular arms have a vice-like grip around me. He's relentless in his pursuit as he continues his tickle assault all over my body.

Trent releases his hold on me and gets up on his knees, straddling my hips with both thighs. He is deliciously naked, and seems
really
excited to see me. “Let's see… Where are my Ellie girl's most ticklish spots?” He explores my body with his hands, gently tickling his fingers in random areas, making me fidget and squirm.

I'm wiggling around, desperately trying to move out from under him, because I've always been extremely ticklish. I once tried to get a massage at a local spa and had to end the session early because I could not stop squirming and laughing every time the masseuse put her hands near me. I should make it clear that she ended the session, promptly giving me a refund, and demanded that I
never
schedule another massage with her again under any circumstances.

“Okay! Okay! I give up! What do I have to do to get you to stop before I piss all over your bed?” I giggle out in a breathy voice.

“Piss all over my bed?” Trent immediately stops tickling me and begins shaking with laughter. I can't help but notice that his dick is still hard and bouncing up and down against my stomach. My eyes are locked on his beautiful shaft, and I feel a rush of excitement wet the tops of my thighs, which are now tightly pressed together.

Trent clears his throat and I pull my gaze back to his.

“You hungry for something, sweetheart?” His brow is arched; his smile is laced with a cross of amusement and lust.

A laugh bubbles up from my belly and escapes my throat. “I think I am, Casanova.” I squelch the laughter and give him a serious, determined look.

“Mmmm, I like that look.” He leans down and grasps my face in his hands, pressing his mouth to mine, probing his tongue past my lips. Our tongues entangle, and Trent grinds his erection against me through the sheets. I spread my legs, giving him better access.

“Turn over, sweetheart.” Trent kneels above me, giving me room to follow his command. I promptly turn over, leaving my ass uncovered from the sheets. He grabs each cheek with his strong, muscular hands and massages my ass with deep, smooth strokes. “Your ass is fantastic. Tight, soft, and just enough curve for me to grab on to.”

“I'm glad you approve.” I turn my head to the side and peek back at him.

“I more than approve. I fucking worship your ass.” He stops moving his hands and gazes at me.

“Please, don't let me interrupt the worshipping. Carry on.” I gesture with my hand.

Trent laughs huskily at my demands. “Carry on? My little spitfire is bossy today.” Smirking back at me, he spanks my ass hard and then hops up off of the bed.

“Hey! Where in the hell are you going? I was enjoying that!” I turn around on my back and unabashedly watch his sexy ass strut around the bedroom, grabbing a pair of boxer briefs. He leans down and slides them on, the lean muscles in his back stretching and rippling.

God, his body is ridiculous.

“You said you were hungry. I'm headed to the kitchen to make you something to eat.” He winks at me and then heads for the door, walking out of the bedroom and into the hallway.

“I'm not hungry for food! I'm hungry for your cock!” I yell out to him, my voice echoing throughout the apartment. I hear Trent chuckle, and his footsteps continue to work their way toward the kitchen.

“Rise and shine, baby! My cock is in the kitchen now!” Trent shouts back to me, laughter lacing his voice.

Well, shit. I guess it's time we christen his kitchen. I decide that this idea is the best idea I've had since I woke up this morning and hop out of bed, jogging into the hallway naked. My boobs are bouncing up and down as my feet make their way to Trent's kitchen. He is standing at the island, cutting up fruit, and his eyes find mine when he sees me heading towards him. His eyes go straight to my breasts; he seems to be enjoying their current active state.

“Nope! One more lap around the apartment!” Setting his cutting knife down on the marble island, Trent motions for me to turn around and continue jogging around naked.

I laugh and continue moving towards him.

“You
would
want me to keep running around this apartment with my tits bouncing all over the place, pervy.”

I hop on Trent's back and wrap my legs around his waist. He turns his face back to mine, giving my lips perfect access to dive into his mouth. I savor the lovely taste of strawberries on his tongue.

“You taste good, baby. I just want you for breakfast.” My lips quirk up in a devilish grin.

Trent takes a few steps back and my ass bumps against one of his spacious kitchen counters. I lift up a little and sit down, my legs dangling down, feet tapping against the bottom cabinets. He turns around and stands between my naked thighs.

“I think I want to enjoy you right here on my kitchen counter. This kitchen is due for a good christening.” Trent wraps his arms around my waist, pulling me flush against his cotton brief-clad pelvis.

“Due for a christening? Are you saying,
'
Since you're a woman and I haven't fucked anyone on this counter, I think you'll work for this occasion'?” I raise an eyebrow and wait for his response.

“No. I'm saying that you're
my
woman, my
only
woman. The woman I'm head over heels for. The woman who's got me tied up in knots and I love every fucking minute of it. The woman who owns me. The only woman
my cock is aching to christen this kitchen with.”

Oh my.

I abruptly grab his face and pull his lips to mine. My kiss is desperate, deep, rough, and begging for him to fuck me right here on this kitchen counter. I pull his boxer briefs down, his cock springing free. Wrapping my hand firmly around his shaft, I start to stroke him leisurely, enjoying the feel of him in my grasp. He groans into my mouth and nips my bottom lip with his teeth. Moving his face away from mine to nuzzle my neck, Trent starts sucking and nibbling my earlobe, causing a shiver to rush through my body. He presses open-mouth kisses all along my jaw line as he lightly thrusts his now
very
hard cock in and out of my grip with short, smooth movements as I continue to caress him with my hand.

I quiver at the feel of Trent's lips and tongue on my collarbone. My body is trembling in frantic need for his touch. I want his hands on my breasts, my pussy, and my ass. I want his mouth kissing my lips, rubbing across my nipples, suckling at my clit. I want him doing a thousand different things to me all at once. I want him everywhere, on me, in me, behind me, over me, under me…

I start to lick and caress my way down his chest. Sexy, firm pectoral muscles and rippled, washboard abs. I trace my index finger of my other hand over the V muscle that my tongue craves to lick for hours. Lustfully gazing up at Trent, I continue to slide my tongue along the muscular contours of his body. “Mmmm I love the taste of your skin on the tip of my tongue. It's absolute heaven.” Trent growls at my words.

I watch with euphoric eyes, my hand moving up and down on his length. I'm craving to put my mouth on him and find myself pushing off of the kitchen counter and getting on my knees.

“Wha…What are you doing?” Trent is looking down at me with surprise.

He shudders when he feels my tongue, mouth, and hands moving down his body. His cock twitches against my breasts with each long, torturing swipe of my tongue as I move southward.

“Shit, Elle,” Trent groans.

I lick my lips at the sight of him. “I'm going to fuck you with my mouth.” I say each word slowly, with absolute precision.

My eyes pierce his as I slip the tip of his cock into my mouth, slowly swirling my tongue around. He jerks at the feel of my lips around his length. “Mmmmmmmmmm.” I hum around his shaft as I slowly take him entirely, engulfing him with my willingness. My willingness… and my want—my
need
—to pleasure him, to bring him to climax, to watch him come inside of my mouth.

“Ah, Elle...” Trent slides his hands into my hair as I continue to take him deep. I feel his hands start to clench tighter into my hair as I continue to suck him to the back of my throat and then slowly pull away. I hear his breath hitch and I feel a gush of arousal touch my thighs.

I glance up and see Trent's eyes nearly roll into the back of his head when the tip of his shaft hits the back of my throat. I continue to bob my head up and down on his entire length while stroking his balls with my hand. I'm undeniably turned on by the sight of Trent's enraptured expression. The pleasure I'm giving him, bringing him closer to euphoria, is so hot. I insert two fingers into my slick heat; I'm swollen and dripping wet.

Trent watches me with a heated stare, and his eyes lock onto the two fingers sliding in and out of my aching core. He attempts to push his hips away from me, but I quickly take my hands and grasp his ass, firmly pressing his cock past my lips.

“Elle, baby, I can't take much more.”

I pull back so my lips are still wrapped around the head of his shaft. “Come in my mouth, Trent. I
need
to taste you.”

“Oh, god! Ellie…I'm so close!” he hisses through clenched teeth, and I feel the tip of his cock get even harder, letting me know he is almost there.

I purr at the sight of Trent crying out in ecstasy. I vigorously suck him while involuntary mewling sounds escape my throat.

“Yes!” His head falls back and his hands clench tighter into my auburn hair. I swallow his cum greedily as Trent continues to spurt his seed. He stares down at me as he continues to make small, slow thrusts, and it's the hottest thing I've ever seen.

Moaning, shuddering, lips parted, breathing heavily and eyes filled with rhapsody. I smile around him and lick every last drop of cum from the tip.

“God, you're amazing.” Pulling me up by my arms and hugging me tightly to his chest, Trent leans back and looks deep into my eyes before placing tender, reverent kisses on my lips.

“I think I'm in love with you, beautiful girl.”

I smile against his insistent mouth.

“I think I'm in love with you too.”

I can't ignore the rush of fear that fills my gut when those words slip past my lips. I'm scared shitless.

Scared and happy.

Afraid and excited.

Worried and overjoyed.

My mind and my heart might as well be at war with themselves.

Before any more thoughts or emotions cross my mind, Trent hurriedly kisses the worry, the fear, and the nearly overwhelming anxiety away. He pushes all the negativity out of my head with the feel of his lips against mine, his warm hands embracing me.

Chapter Twenty-One

“Superhero cocks don't fuck around. They mean business.”

I'm sitting on Trent's kitchen island, my legs crossed, dressed in one of his old college t-shirts and pair of black cotton panties. My hair is a disaster—evidence of the hot, vigorous sex Trent and I have engaged in all morning. A strand of my auburn locks falls down across my face and I try to blow it out of the way, failing miserably. Trent chuckles at my laziness as he uses chopsticks to dig into one of the many Chinese take-out containers strewn across the granite marble counter top. I roll my eyes as I languidly tuck the errant hair behind my ear.

Sitting on one of the wooden barstools with his shoulder leaning against my leg, Trent might as well be a god damn cover model. Sometimes I wonder if he realizes how fuckable he looks on a daily basis. Right now, Trent Hamilton is
fuckable
.

So fucking fuckable.

He's dressed in only a pair of grey boxer briefs, and his hair is still damp from the quick shower he took after round…four, I think? I've honestly lost count of how times my O-face has made an appearance today.

I'm starting to develop a habit of licking my lips whenever Trent's sexy ass is strutting around. He's downright delicious and he seems to cause my brain to malfunction, turning me into a twenty-eight-year-old with constant ladyboners and a propensity for licking her lips like she's a fucking dog watching its owner eat a giant, juicy cheeseburger.

Note to self: Buy Chapstick
.

I think he might make me a drool a little bit, too. Not one hundred percent certain of this, but wait, let me check… Yep, I'm officially drooling on myself.

Add extra paper towels to my grocery list.

I discreetly wipe the small dribble that is hanging off of my lip and pray that I manage to do this without Trent noticing. I peek over at him out of the corner of my eye and thankfully he's still savoring his Kung Pao chicken. Seriously, this man is consuming my head and turning me into a lick-lipping, ladyboner-sporting, mouth-drooling, cock-craving, bumbling idiot. I'm blaming this on him.

Trent Hamilton and his Hamiltonian Effect.

Yes, the Hamiltonian Effect. This is an actual thing. At least it is now, and I know this from experience because I got the full Technicolor experience last night. And let me tell you, Trent is hands down the best sex I've ever had. He puts new meaning to the phrase, “Take me to Pound Town.”

After eighteen straight hours of getting
acquainted
with him, I've come to one conclusion. His cock is a superhero. That mind-blowing piece of equipment deserves its own secret headquarters, cape, covert car, superhero side-kick, and independent wealth to purchase the giant mansion with a cave that he can fill with all of his superhero gadgets.