The Infamous Ellen James(70)

Thank god this club is dark and everyone's current attention is focused on the awe-inspiring pole acrobatics of the current spotlighted dancer or else I'm pretty sure it would be quite obvious that Trent is currently working me over. My breath is coming in short bursts, and my nipples are so hard they are practically poking holes through my bra.

"What are you trying to do to me?" I whimper into his ear.

He growls. He fucking growls in my ear.

"I'm not sure how much more I can take," I whisper as I feel pleasurable clenches with each of his circular strokes on my clit.

"Stand up. Follow me. Now," Trent demands as he pulls his hand out from under my skirt and guides my hips to a standing position. He grabs my hand and quickly leads me toward the doors that lead out of the club. I make eye contact with Amy, who is standing near the bar with a few of our coworkers. She grins at me and waggles her eyebrows like a fucking idiot, and I can't help but to smile back at her.

I'm sure she probably witnessed our little display of public affection…and I'm well aware that's putting it mildly. I follow Trent out of the club and toward the party bus that is parked in front of the strip club. He whispers something in the driver's ear and hands him the money he originally pulled out from the wad of cash I played Go Fish with from his pocket. The driver nods and quickly steps off of the bus before Trent ensures the doors are closed tightly.

"Lie back on that couch and let me taste that perfect pussy of yours."

I shudder involuntarily as I lie back on one of the couches that line the party bus. Trent quickly kneels between my legs, pushing my skirt up past my waist and lifting each of my knees up so they are resting on his shoulders. He starts slowly licking up and down my hot core before placing a light suction on my clit. My breathing is heavy and my moans are becoming loud as I feel him bringing me closer to orgasm. He slides two fingers inside of me as he continues to use his mouth on my sex. Delicious tingles rush up and down my spine as I focus on the orgasm that is building deep within.

I suck in a breath, my body relishing in his touch, his oh-so-perfect touch.

His mouth and fingers continuing to work their magic on me.

"Ah, fuck! Oh my god! I'm so close!"

I can no longer keep quiet as Trent proves his oral skills are a-fuckin'-mazing. I fist my fingers in his hair, guiding his face, thrusting my hips into his mouth, begging for my release.

He gazes up at me, his eyes dilated, his mouth wet from my arousal, my nipples even harder from the sight of him. Goose bumps of desire sprout across my body like wildfire as I watch his face between my legs, his mouth, fingers, and tongue pleasuring me, bringing me to heightened rapture.

“Don't come yet. I want to feel you come when I'm inside of you,” Trent whispers huskily as he quickly unzips his jeans and pulls his still-hard cock out. In an instant, he sits down on the couch and has me straddling him. I ease myself down, reaching between my thighs and guiding his thick, rigid shaft home.

And then I saddle the fuck up and ride. I ride his hard cock with one goal in mind.

"Yes. Ride me," Trent says as he guides my hips up and down.

I'm meeting him thrust for thrust, plunge for plunge, and each hard, deep penetration has my pussy tightening around him.

"God you're so beautiful,” he says breathlessly.

That one statement is my undoing and I feel my orgasm take control. Waves and waves of pleasure roll through my body and I can no longer maintain my movements. I melt into him as he continues to thrust hard and fast inside of me until I can feel his orgasm take over. He yells out my name, and I can feel the warm gush of fluid release. We are both sweaty and breathing heavily as he holds me tightly to his chest, my thighs still straddling his.

"Can we stay like this? You feel so fucking perfect around my cock that I don't want to leave."

I laugh lightly into his neck and lean back to look into his eyes. "I think the strip club would frown upon this."

"I don't fucking care." His bright blue eyes are shining with delight.

After I clean up a little in the bus bathroom, we head back into the club hand in hand, our faces probably making our most recent escapade known. Trent looks sated and thoroughly fucked, and I'm sure my expression is mirroring his. Amy and the rest of our crew are seated near the stage and enjoying the entertainment the strippers are providing. I take a seat next to my crazy best friend as Trent heads to the bar to order us more drinks.

"So did you get your fuck on in the party bus?" Amy asks as she places several singles in a stripper's G-string.

I let out a small laugh and give her a demure smile.

"You dirty little slut! I can't believe you and Dr. Thrust Me banged on the party bus! Did you give Ed the driver a good show? I couldn't be more proud of you right now by the way."