The Infamous Ellen James (Infamous Series) (24 page)

I place the picture back on his desk and give his lips a soft peck. "All right, charmer. You're forgiven. Now let's eat our no-longer-hot Reuben sandwiches from Mabie's!"

After we disentangled ourselves from each other and enjoyed the lunch I hand delivered, I make a few mental notes.

Trent loves Reubens from Mabie's Cafe.

Trent loves blow jobs. Better yet, I love blowing Trent…a lot.

Office sex with Trent is even better in reality.

I must have office sex with Trent again
.

Chapter Twenty-Five

“A true best friend will watch you masturbate without criticism.”

Ugh.

I'm uncomfortably horny and finding myself getting aroused at weird places, like the grocery store or gas station…or work. I think it's from all of the crazy, hot sex I've been getting from Trent over the past month and a half. That and I think someone might have spiked my birth control pills with ecstasy.

I'm standing in my kitchen, contemplating whether or not I could orgasm from rubbing myself up against the fridge.

I think I could climax right next to the Christmas cards that are hanging by the flip-flop magnets.

I'm ignoring the fact that Trent only has a month and a half before he's no longer needed to run Dr. Grey's practice and just focusing my energy on how I'm going to get my rocks off. Trent has been working nonstop the past few days, and I'm badly in need of some good, hard thrusting.

The superhero cock thrusting.

I'm one vagina clench away from finger-banging myself in the living room. I head into my bedroom and shut the door, throwing myself down on my bed, my face coming in contact with the pillow Trent sleeps on whenever he stays over. I'm sniffing myself into a pathetic one-woman show of foreplay.

Mmmmmm. His cologne. His vagina-arousing cologne.

Trent promised that he was going to head straight to my apartment after his last case in the OR, but he has been delayed due to an unexpected emergency surgery. So here I sit, jonesin' for an orgasm. My snatch is twitchy and aching and clenching involuntary at infomercials for P90X. Shit, I can't hold out any longer. I'm going to have to take things into my own hands…

I glance at the clock and see that Amy isn't due home for another hour, and Lizzy is out working off her frustrations with her new personal trainer, who's not a day over twenty-four and sporting some serious V muscles.

Ohhhhh, Trent's V muscles. His sexy, sexy V muscles.

I decide to settle on the next best thing—my vibrator. This little baby has seen me through some rough times and can work my clit like no one's business. Yes, this is the same vibrator I now fondly call Trent Hamilton. And boy oh boy can Trent Hamilton magically work my juice-box until I'm squirting like a Capri Sun. I grab T.H. from the nightstand and get myself comfortable on my bed.

My panties are off, and my tits are pulled out of my bra, showing my seemingly ever-present hardened nipples. I turn T.H. on and spread my legs wide, ready to get this party-of-one sex show going. I slide it along my folds, the tip of the vibrator already glistening with my arousal. I turn up the speed and push those vibrations along my sex, running smooth circles around my clit, causing my legs to tremble in anticipation.

Oh yes.
I need this.

My right hand strokes my breast, tweaking my nipple, as my left hand works my snatch over with T.H.'s euphoric sensations. My eyes close and my lips are parted as waves of pleasure build deep inside.

Yes. Work my clit, Trent. Work my fucking clit.

I'm fantasizing about Trent taking me roughly from behind, his hand grasping the back of my neck as he pushes me on to my bed, plunging inside of me.

Right there… Oh yes, right there!

I slide T.H. inside my pussy and my walls tighten automatically. The rhythmic vibrations send shockwaves throughout my body, building my climax to immeasurable heights. My mind is still off with the real T.H., getting fucked from behind with a possessive fervor. He's got my ponytail wrapped around his wrist and he's pulling my hair in sync with each thrust.

I'm so close! Oh yes! Keep going, Trent!

A faint giggle pulls me from my thoughts and my eyes jerk open just in time as crashing waves from my orgasm start to pull me under. I'm in full climax mode as my eyes are locked with…
Amy
.

Fucking fuck! God dammit, Amy!

My mind and vagina are on the complete opposite spectrum. I'm trembling and shuddering and quietly moaning while my mouth is agape, looking at Amy in complete shock. My jaw has nearly dropped to my chest and I'm clutching my vibrator like I'm going to use it as a weapon.

I'm going to vibrator-whip Amy.

“What in the hell are you doing?!” My voice finally squeaks out once my vagina comes down from her O-induced high.

“Well…” Amy clears her throat and leans against my doorframe with a cheeky grin on her face. “I came in here to let you know that Trent called. He's on his way, and I just wanted to see what you were up to.” She shrugs her shoulders innocently.

“You didn't think that knocking was an appropriate choice in this situation?” I spat with fury all over my face. “Or maybe, I don't know, getting the hell out of my room when you saw me in here…”

“Diddling your skittle? Fluffing your muff? Shucking your oyster? Beating your—”

I cut her off brusquely as I clutch my sheets to my chest. “God dammit! I just came while I was looking at your face! This is seriously deranged. Are you not seeing how completely fucked up this entire situation is?”

“I think it's kind of sweet actually.” She smiles widely at me. “I mean, we just took our friendship to the next level, Ellie Belly. You just put me in your spank bank rotation!” She holds her hands up to her chest in glee like she just won first runner-up at a beauty queen pageant.

“Remind me why we're friends again?” I close my eyes in exasperation and take a deep, calming breath in a weak attempt to hold myself back from smacking her across the face with my vibrator.

“Because you love me and now you love diddling yourself to my pretty face.”

I clench my vibrator in my hand, and then, before I can bring myself back down from my irritation, I launch T.H. across the room, smacking Amy right across the face and leaving a glistening hint of my cum on her forehead.

Amy is frozen from shock as she stands in my doorway. She's looking back at me with determined eyes as her fingers touch her forehead, feeling the already light red spot my vibrator placed there.

“And we're friends because you love me and now you like when I put my cum on your forehead.”

Amy dives toward my bed in a fit of rage, jumping on top of me and wrestling me to the floor. The sheet is no longer covering my nearly naked body as we continue to roll around on my hardwood floor, screaming, pulling hair, and smacking each other in frustration.

“Cum twat!”

“Obsessive masturbator!”

“Loosey McLabia Face!”

A hard knock on my door and a husky voice clearing its throat stops us mid-wrestle. We both look up to see Trent grinning back at us. He's standing there in all his physician glory with his surgery cap still tied on his head, and his muscles are bulging through the perfectly snug navy scrubs he's wearing.

“So this….is interesting.” Trent is glancing back and forth between us, trying to piece together the puzzle of why there's a vibrator lying on the floor near my bedroom door, why Amy is on top of me, and why I'm pretty much naked, wrestling with my best friend.

“Uh yeah, about this…” I motion my hand between me and Amy, who is still lying on top of me like a god damn idiot. “Can we just write this off as something that just can't be explained?” I say like I'm asking him a question, because really I am. I'm asking him to forget this entire scenario even occurred. “And you can get your scrawny ass off of me now!” I glare at Amy, who winks at me before grabbing my boob and then running out of my bedroom.

“Add that to the Amy section of your spank bank album!” She yells as she sprints down the hallway.

I jump up and start to rush after her, but strong arms grip my shoulders and pull me back inside my bedroom, promptly shutting the door behind us.

“I just worked twenty-hours straight, sixteen of which were spent in the OR, and I came home to find you rolling around naked with your best friend like you were wrestling in a pool of Jell-O in front of an entire house full of frat guys. My dick is now hard, and you're still naked, so you're most definitely not leaving this bedroom until we settle a few things.” He winks at me before pulling his scrub top over his head and making quick work of his pants and shoes. He grabs my waist and tosses me onto my bed like I weigh ten pounds and proceeds to climb on top of me, sliding his erection against my thighs.

Oh my.

Trent stops as his body is hovering directly over mine, his eyes are curious as he glances down at me. “Before we settle a few things”—his eyes motion towards his very apparent hard-on—“is there anything you need to tell me?” His tone is light and teasing.

“I didn't get it on with my best friend.” I sigh loudly. “She walked in on me while I was enjoying a little time with T.H.”

“T.H.?”

“My vibrator…T.H.” My face flushes red with embarrassment.

“What does T.H. stand for?” His eyes are beaming, and it's apparent his mind has already put it together.

“You're going to make me say it, aren't you?”

He nods his head and grins widely at me, his pearly whites in full view.

“I call my vibrator Trent Hamilton.”

He fist pumps in the air and starts to playfully rub himself up against me, dry humping my leg like a horny dog. “Fuck, that turns me on.” He's still smiling and laughing a little as I roll my eyes skyward.

“Just kiss me and stop gloating.”

Trent leans down, sucking my bottom lip into his mouth, and then lets it loose with a loud pop. “Just so you know, I used to be in a fraternity in college and I'm
really
good with Jell-O… so if you want to get Amy back in here…”

I smack his chest hard, the sound of my hand hitting his skin echoing in my bedroom. “You're such a kinky bastard.”

He grips my thigh tightly and presses his face into my chest, my breasts vibrating from his husky laughter. “You love it, and for that, I'm going to show you just how much of a kinky bastard I can be.”

Chapter Twenty-Six

“Sometimes the best sex isn't even in the comfort of your own home. Sometimes it's the rush you get from spontaneity, the excitement from being somewhere you're not supposed to be that makes it even more pleasurable.”

"Oh shit," Trent says as he slides my scrub pants down and finds a tiny scrap of lacy, red material. His eyes are flaring wide with lust, with want, with pure carnal need. I admit this thong is a little on the small side, but it's actually laundry day and I'm running low on my usual work-appropriate cotton panties. I decided to harass Trent on my lunch break. I know, this is not nearly an appropriate setting for making boom-boom with your boyfriend, but I can't help myself. Trent and I haven't really seen each other since the T.H. vibrator fiasco a few days ago. I'm dying to feel his hands on me, to feel him inside of me. He's fueled a desire that has bloomed from my core, and all rational thought has left the building.

Leaving a very turned-on Elle and her very horny vagina.

"How am I supposed to scrub into the OR and actually attempt to concentrate after finding out you're practically wearing nothing underneath those scrubs?" His gorgeous baby blues are smoky, filled with undeniable heat.

I lie back on the small call room bed with Trent's hands caressing up my thighs, causing my body to involuntary tremble with desire. "I don't know, Doc, but I've been a really bad girl today. I think I need to be fucked. Rough and hard." I'm baiting him at this point. I've found that Trent goes insane for the bad girl talk.

I coyly smile up at him and his eyes lock with mine. His look is almost predatory. My nipples harden and I feel a gush of arousal wet my panties. After tossing my pants and thong across the room, he roughly takes my scrub top and bra off then unties his scrub pants and pulls his hard, rigid cock out. I'm mesmerized by the sheer beauty of him. He's silky and hard. Soft and rough. He has the most beautiful cock I've ever seen and I'm nearly panting for it. I slowly get down on my knees and beg him to let me put my mouth on him. I've never really been a girl who's had gusto for blow jobs, but when it comes to Trent Hamilton and his superhero cock, I want to suck on that beautiful shaft like a Charms Blow Pop.

"Trent, let me fuck you with my mouth," I plead while looking into his eyes and slowly rubbing the tip of him around my lips, savoring the taste of his pre-cum that has now reached my tongue. His eyes darken, those blue orbs catching fire. He nods, and I can tell he is so turned on at this point that he probably can't form a coherent thought much less answer me.

I slowly take all of him in my mouth until I can feel him tap the back of my throat. I make a little humming noise just to drive him a little closer to the edge. His cock jerks and Trent curses under his breath.

Damn, I love getting to him like that.

I continue my assault on him and do not leave an inch untouched. I lick and suck and stroke him into a fucking frenzy. Before I can finish him off, he grabs my hips with insistent hands and throws me onto the bed. This seems to be a theme between us—him tossing me around, taking charge of the situation.

Boy oh boy do I enjoy this take-charge Trent theme.

Our eyes catch as he kneels between my legs. Just looking at him, Trent in all his erotic beauty, something opens wide and deep inside of me. It's a feeling that is slightly familiar, yet so unfamiliar at the same time. A feeling that nearly grabs my heart out of my chest.