The Infamous Ellen James(37)

"What's with the blush, babe?" Trent puts his arm around me and pulls me closer to his side, rubbing his thumb across my cheek.

I let out a nervous laugh. "Uh…I'm not blushing. I think I'm just warm from the wine."

Or maybe it's because I keep staring at your crotch and wondering how big your dick is.

"I was hoping you'd say it was from me and the dirty things you're thinking about doing to me," he says with a wicked grin.

I playfully roll my eyes at him and shake my head.

"Are you sure, Ellie girl?" He's persistent and continues to gaze at my lips.

"No." I bite my bottom lip and my breath hitches.

"You weren't thinking about doing dirty things to me?"

He leans in closer, his breath warm on my mouth. He places his hand underneath my chin and brings my eyes up to his. His stare is heated, passionate, and it's practically burning me. I have no words. Literally, I have zero words to say. I'm speechless and dive lips first towards Trent's mouth.

Our kiss is hot, rough, and desperate. I've been thinking about kissing those lips again for far too long. Our hands are everywhere, all over each other, as his tongue slides against mine. His taste is sweet and devastatingly delicious. He roughly grabs my hips and pulls me onto his lap, my legs straddling him. I let out a breathy moan as he continues to kiss me deep and strong. His mouth is unrelenting on mine and his hands are in my hair, pulling me close, my breasts pressed against his chest. He trails kisses down my jaw and then his tongue is on my neck.

Oh fuck.

I moan loudly as my head falls back and I start grinding into his arousal.

He pulls the top of my strapless dress down, freeing my breasts. My nipples are hard and begging for his touch. Trent leans down with a groan and sucks me into his mouth. I'm writhing against him with desire and the intense, overpowering need to feel him inside of me. I vaguely hear my phone ringing in the background, but my brain just continues to ignore it and live in this moment with Trent. While he's licking and suckling at my breasts, he slides a hand up my thigh and under my dress. I feel his large, warm fingers slide my panties to the side and begin to rub soft, smooth circles against my clit. My hips jerk at the penetrating feeling that radiates up my spine.

"You're wet. So fucking wet," he says as he slides a finger inside of me.

I hear my phone ringing again, but my vagina is calling the shots at this point, and she doesn't give a shit about a phone call. Getting thrusted is her priority—her only priority right now—and I'm practically begging Trent to put his cock inside of me.

"Please…please…Trent, I need you inside of me."

He continues to slide his finger through my wetness as he brings his mouth to mine and kisses me with a fierceness that has me involuntary clenching.

“I want to feel you do that around my cock. Fuck, I need to feel you do that," he moans into my mouth.

“Yessss… Harder, Trent!" I yell out, my voice breathy and thick with wanton desire.

I'm grinding myself down onto his hand and practically riding his fingers. His continued assault on my clit has me panting and nearly screaming his name.

"Oh god, yes!" I moan, before his lips crash into mine.

"God I want to taste that sweet pussy, baby."

And that little line of dirty talk has me clenching his fingers tightly and coming with an intensity I didn't know was possible with just Trent's hand alone.

Oh holy orgasm.

I think I may have just had some type of unintentional spiritual awakening. What's going to happen when he thrusts inside of me? Death by motherfucking orgasm, that's what…and I will for sure rest in peace.

Trent takes his fingers that are drenched in my arousal and rubs them across my breasts, coating my nipples with my slick wetness. He gazes at me with hunger in his blue eyes and says, “I can't wait to taste you." And then he leans forward and sucks my nipple into his mouth.

Fuck, that's a hot move.

He's sucking and licking at my breasts like he can't get enough, and I feel him huskily moan into my chest. "Elle, your pussy is perfect. I want to bury my face between your legs all night, just to keep your taste on my tongue."

I think I just came again.

I start to unbuckle his belt so I can finally see that gorgeous cock I've been dying to feast my eyes on. And again I hear my phone ringing followed by several text message notifications. A large sigh escapes me, and Trent rests his forehead against mine.

"I think you need to answer that, babe."

In my head, I'm screaming, “God dammit! Can't a girl get finger-banged without being interrupted?”

I quickly get up off the couch and grab my phone from my purse. I see several missed calls and text notifications—all of them from Amy. The last text message she sent gives me pause.