The Infamous Ellen James (Infamous Series)

by Alcorn, N. A.

  Sliding my hands up his thighs, I stroke him lightly through his black dress slacks. He's already hard, indicating he is well aware of my intent. I unzip his slacks and pull his cock out from his grey boxer briefs. His erection has my mouth watering as I use my hand to caress him in smooth, soft motions. Trent's breath hitches as he starts giving curt, short responses to the other party on the phone.

  I lean forward and begin to use my mouth on him. I run my tongue up his shaft and around the tip as I grasp his sac with my right hand. Making eye contact with his hooded stare, I suck him to the back of my throat and find a rhythm that he seems to be enjoying.

  He is still on the phone…

  This is only making me hotter, more turned on by the idea that we're doing something forbidden, something that's completely spontaneous.

  He clears his throat and gives a breathless yes into the phone. I'm assuming he is answering a question, but maybe he's just too turned on by my performance. I reach up and place my index finger in his mouth. He sucks on my finger then releases, providing delicious lubrication for my already aching core. As I continue to do unspeakable things to him with my tongue, I slide my skirt up to my waist and push my white silk panties to the side so I can begin to relieve the deep throb between my legs.

  "Y-Yes. No, it's f-fine." Trent is still attempting to sound professional and serious while I continue to blow his mind. "Of course. N-No need to worry. We'll fix...it." He's starting find it difficult to maintain his current phone conversation while I'm on my knees with him in my mouth. "Let's resume this discussion tomorrow. Something has uh...has, uh, come up." His inability to stay focused has my lips quirking up into a smirk.

  Trent clumsily hangs up the phone, quickly ending his conference call. A loud moan escapes his throat as he places both of his hands in my hair. He begins to thrust up into my mouth as I continue to take him deep.

  "Fuck. Fuck. Fuuuuuuuuuuck."

  I look up at him with desire flooding my eyes, heat filling my veins as I watch him get pleasure from me. "Do you like this?"

  "Yessss. I love this." He lets out a pleasurable groan that causes me to feel a deep, delicious clench, and I begin to slide two fingers in and out of my pussy.

  He allows me to continue for another few minutes before he grasps my hips and pulls me up so that I'm straddling his lap. He crushes his lips to mine and kisses me with deep, hard thrusts of his tongue. His yearning for me is evident, and I being to grind my wetness along his hard shaft. Using his right hand, he slides my panties back to the side and quickly pushes himself inside of me.

  Fast and deep.

  "Oh yes, Trent. God, yes," I moan breathlessly into his mouth.

  "Elle, you feel so good. So. Fucking. Good. There's nothing better than this."

  I begin to increase my pace as I ride him in desperation…in need of reaching orgasm. His office chair begins to squeak and roll around on the hardwood office floor as we continue to fuck each other senseless. Trent grasps my hips and quickly stands up, placing my bare ass on the smooth wood surface of his office desk. I wrap my legs around his waist and grab his taut, toned ass while he pushes inside of me, plunging hard and deep.

  Oh, fuck… fuckity fuck.

  My orgasm is imminent, euphoric tingles racing up my spine. My entire body flushing with insane pleasure, causing several loud moans to escape from my lips.

  "I'm so close. Keep going, Trent. Right there," I say a little too loudly for an office setting.

  He kisses me deeply again in attempts to keep the office staff from hearing us. Trent bites my bottom lip, tugging back roughly as I begin to clench down around him in rhythmic waves.

  "Come for me, Ellie. I want to see that look on your face when your pussy comes all over my cock." Trent is breathing raggedly as he continues to bring me to climax.

  I come fast and hard, and I am barely able to contain my need to yell out unfathomable things. My body is trembling and my breath is shaky, the intensity of my orgasm causing uncontrolled whimpers to leave my lips. Trent drives deeply a few more times before I feel him come inside of me. He presses his face into my neck and his moans are muffled by my hair. I hug him tightly as we both attempt to catch our breath. I can feel his heart pounding against my chest. My limbs are jelly, and I'm riding out the endorphin high his dick just gave me.

  Trent leans back and kisses my forehead. "You never cease to amaze me, little spitfire."

  "I just planned on surprising you with lunch, but when I got here, you just looked too fuckable. I couldn't resist." I smile at Trent and take in the way in looks right now. Messy hair, my red lipstick all over his face, he is sexily disheveled and downright irresistible.

  "Good thing you're not on staff here. I could file sexual harassment charges against you," he teases with a big dimpled grin as I rub my smeared lipstick off of him.

  "I'm pretty sure it's not sexual harassment when both parties participate willingly." I pull his face to mine and playfully nibble on his lip.

  "I welcome Ellie's stealthy attack on my cock with open arms. Any day of the week."

  I giggle into his mouth and kiss him softly, letting my lips linger on his for a long pause. We're still wrapped up in each other's arms, my legs still around his waist, and I'm enjoying every moment of our sweet embrace.

  "So, lunch? I brought sandwiches from my favorite Charlotte deli."

  "Let me get this straight. You come to my office, surprise me with a blow job and incredible sex, and now you're going to feed me? You're perfect." Trent places sloppy kisses all over my face, which leaves me laughing at how adorable he can be sometimes.

  I glance to the left of me and find the picture Beverly mentioned. I grab the frame and take a closer look while Trent nuzzles my neck. The picture is actually from my apartment. It's a ridiculous beach photo that Amy took last year when we vacationed in the Bahamas. I'm standing near the ocean in my red bikini with my sarong tied loosely on my hips and my hands are on top of my head, holding my floppy straw hat in place. I'm visibly laughing in the picture probably from something sarcastic Amy said.

  "Hey, when did you take this picture from my apartment?" I'm definitely flattered at the idea of him having a permanent reminder of me on his office desk.

  "The night your sister cock-blocked me. You look so damn perfect in that picture and I couldn't resist. Forgive me?" He gives a small pout and his version of puppy-dog eyes.

  How could I ever be pissed at him with that look on his face?

  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 cle
nch 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 c
all 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.