Flip (Next Level Book 2)

This is exciting. Not sneaking-away-and-almost-getting-caught exciting, but when I see Trey’s car pull into my driveway, a small squeak climbs out of my throat. I can’t believe he drove all the way back here.

I can’t believe I asked him to.

My smile is so big it hurts my cheeks as I open the door.

“Hi,” he says, looking just as happy as I feel.

“Hi.” I stare at him for a solid three seconds before grabbing him by his t-shirt and jerking him to me for a scorching hot kiss. I want to climb this man like a tree and fuck him so hard he sees stars.

“Damn, girl.” He starts driving me backwards, into the house. “A man could get used to being greeted like this.”

“I can’t believe you actually came back.”

“Why wouldn’t I? You asked me to.”

“Yeah but…”

Trey kisses me again. “No buts, Erin. I told you, if you want something, it’s yours. If I can make it happen, I will. I’ve been waiting for this moment for two years.”

Biting my lip, words cram in my throat and I’m happy they do. The insecure parts of me want to argue that I’m not worth the drive. He has better things to do. I’m being a pain in the ass, and he could find someone better than me to date.

Except when I’m able to get out of that mindset, I know that I am worth it. And, honestly, I’m a catch.

A hot mess. But still a catch.

“I’ve been waiting for this moment for two years.” I can’t believe it’s taken me this long to get with the program. I’m so ready to take this plunge with him, I don’t care if we’re long distance or not. We can do this.

We will do this.

“How long can you stay?” I don’t know why I’m asking, or what I hope to hear.

“For as long as you want me.”

The word forever burns on the tip of my tongue, but like the other things, I won’t say this either. “Beetle’s sleeping. I have to drop him off at camp by eight-fifteen in the morning.” This week’s camp is just a daytime one.

Trey’s eyes round. “He’s here, now?”

“Is that a problem?” I feel my defenses start to go up.

“Not at all, but what if we’re caught?”

“We won’t be. He sleeps like the dead.” I drag him upstairs to my room and shut the door. Then I lock it for good measure. “I missed you.”

The deep creases in Trey’s forehead fade, and he’s got a huge smile again. “I’ve missed you too.”

“Is that dumb? We just saw each other not even twenty-four hours ago.”

“Come here.” He pulls me over to straddle his lap and he grips my butt. “I fucking love this ass.”

“There’s a lot to love back there.”

“Take off your pants for me.” He’s talking low and quiet, which makes his register a little deeper. It sounds sensual and lazy and I love it.

“Yes, Sir,” I tease, standing up and shimmying out of my sweatpants. I play with the hem of my t-shirt, waiting for more orders.

“Turn around, let me see what’s mine.”

My cheeks heat. I love that he sounds possessive of me. When I give him a perfect view of my backside, I do him one better and shake it just enough to make things jiggle.

“God… damn,” he says. “You are so fucking perfect. Now get up here and let me see that pretty pussy.” Trey leans back on my bed and waits for me to obey his orders. Crawling up his body, I make my way to his face and hover. He runs his hands up my thighs. “Stand up and straddle my head.”

Confused, I do as he says.

“Take that shirt off.”

Ooookay. I toss it onto the floor by my pants and balance my feet on the mattress by his head and press my hands to the wall to keep myself upright. The last thing I want to do is fall and squish him.

“That’s my good little slut.” The bed shifts and I look back to see he’s lowering his pants to pull out his fat cock. “Spread them.”

“I… my legs are already spread.” What’s he want, for me to do a fucking split? Not happening.

“I mean spread those pussy lips, baby.”

Oh. My. God. Is he serious? It feels vulgar and naughty to run my fingers between my folds and spread them apart.

“Like a fucking butterfly,” he growls with satisfaction.

With my forehead pressed against the wall by my headboard, my feet on either side of his head, my fingers keep my cunt wide open for him, I feel like a pinned butterfly.

Exposed and lovely.

“Lower that beautiful snack down on my face. I want a taste of what I’ve gone without all motherfucking day.”

The instant his mouth latches onto my pussy, my eyes roll back. His tongue is diabolical. And when he finds my clit and starts sucking it, I hold my breath and relish the way a climax creeps its way out of me. Holding his head, I ride his face, putting pressure where I need it. He sinks a finger into me and hits a pleasure point inside my body that makes my impending orgasm coil tighter. I look over my shoulder and watch him stroke his glorious dick and wish I could feel those piercings graze my clit again.

But I’m too close to coming to climb down now. His dick will have to wait.

He groans from between my legs as I ride his face. I feel like a queen being worshiped on her throne.

Trey shoves his face harder against me, nearly suffocating himself as he jacks off. Grunting, he shoves even harder against me, grinding against my clit with delicious friction. “Oh fuck,” I whisper. “I’m gonna come.”

He does that move again. And again. And again.

My entire body tenses, warmth spreads through my belly, up my spine and across my face and neck. I explode with a climax that leaves me gasping for air. In the back of my mind, I know I might be too loud, but I don’t care. My cheeks tingle. I’m lightheaded. Lifting off his face, I try to give him a chance to breathe.

He locks me in place, grunting into my pussy.

Still jacking off, he shakes with need. It’s hard to get a good view with my back turned so I glance at my mirror on the side wall.

Holy shit, what a show.

Trey’s long, muscular legs reach my footboard. His hand works his big dick and I’m not sure how it can feel good when there’s nothing to lubricate it. He unlocks his arm from my thigh, releasing me, and I slide down his body. Our gazes lock. Trey’s the most beautiful man I’ve ever met. I wonder if the butterflies I feel in my stomach for him will ever go away.

“Spit on my cock.”

Jesus, the way he orders me around is amazing.

I work my way down his body until I’m hovering over his big dick, letting saliva collect in my mouth the whole time. Then I spit on his head, and he uses is to slick his length.

“Now get up here and suffocate me with that pussy, baby.”

He doesn’t need to ask me twice. Climbing back up, I stop just where my tits are in his face. “Suck first,” I nearly growl.

He takes my left nipple into his mouth first and bites it just enough to make my breath catch. Then he goes for my right breast, sucking as much of it into his mouth as he can. Then he slaps my ass and shoves me upwards so I know to keep climbing until I’m back on my throne.

I smother him. Like, full on, take his damn breath away, smother him.

I hear him beat off, feel his arm snake around my leg to hold me in place, and when I look down, I can barely see his face between my thighs.

We stay like this long enough for me to actually worry I just might kill him if I don’t pull off.

I rise.

Well, I try to, but Trey’s arm on my leg locks me in place. He clings to it like he’s desperate. Then he groans and his hips kick up.

I feel robbed of the show. I can’t see him come from this angle and damn, do I wish I could watch. He taps my legs twice and I lift off instantly. Trey sucks in a ragged breath.

“Holy shit, you really couldn’t breathe?”

“I can now,” he says, still panting. “That was fucking amazing.”

“I’ll have to take your word for it. I missed the show, facing the wrong way.”

“Well then, spin the fuck around and get back on here.”

He can’t possibly go again. I swear I don’t know how his body pumps enough blood to keep his big dick so hard. But there’s no way he can come again. Can’t guys only do that once?

“Don’t make me repeat myself, Erin.”

Okay, fine, if he thinks he can go again, who am I to refuse?

Turning around so we’re in a sixty-nine, his dick is now smack in my face. I run my fingers up his shaft, feeling his piercings, one-by-one. “I love these.” I wish I could feel them without a condom, but I’m not risking it.

“Lower my meal down to my face. And when I tap you, put your tongue out for me.”

Huh? I tilt my ass down and he wraps one arm around my lower back, locking me in place again. “Enjoy the show, baby.”

I hold the base of his dick while Trey uses his cum as lubricant and starts stroking again. Meanwhile, his tongue is fucking my pussy and I nearly go cross-eyed with how good it feels. My body is super sensitive and I’m not kidding when I say this is the best porn I’ve ever watched.

He works the tip of his cock in little strokes and before I know it, he stuffs his nose and mouth in my cunt, and taps my leg twice. I barely remember what my orders are and miss the first squirt. Then I hold my tongue out for him to bust his load all over it and the rest of my face.

Trey tastes sweet. Always has.

He body bucks as he wrings every last drop from his cock and I hold steady so it hits me everywhere. Then I lift off his face and look at my reflection.

I love what I see.

“So damn gorgeous,” he growls, smearing his thumb across my bottom lip. “Lick it clean.” Trey gathers the cum off my cheeks and nose and chin, then shoves each of his fingers, one by one, in my mouth for me to suck on. “Now clean my dick off.”

My heart slams against my chest as I obey.

Once I’m done, he kisses me again and then I slip out of bed to clean up. When I finish washing my face, I look at myself in the mirror again, and I feel different. I feel cherished and sexy, which doesn’t make sense, but whatever.

I love being dirty with this man. I love that he’s always pushing me to try new things and explore new kinks.

“Come over here,” he crooks his finger at me.

I pad over to the side of the bed, and he grabs my arms and lifts me up so I’m laying across his chest, my head now buried in his neck. Our hearts pound together, his cock is between my legs and if I move a little, I know I could come again by rubbing myself against him. But I don’t. Instead, we just lay together and he holds me. “You did so good, baby.”

I didn’t do anything. He did all the work! But I think I know what he means. I did so good letting him have control. Letting him boss me around. Letting him have the upper hand.

I could one-hundred percent get used to this.

He cups my face and kisses me like I’m the air he breathes. I could get used to that too.

We lay in silence for so long, just cuddling, and I start to drift off. Trey gently rolls me over and it’s not until I feel him leave the bed that I startle awake. “Where are you going?”

“We fell asleep,” he whispers. “I don’t want to sleep up here and have Beetle discover me coming out of your room in the morning.”

I agree. “When can we see each other again?”

I can’t even process the twist in my gut when Trey grabs his clothes to leave.

His brow pinches together. “I’m not going anywhere, Erin. I’m just crashing on the couch.”

The twist in my gut eases, but a hole appears in my chest. He’s right. Beetle shouldn’t find out like this and I’ve never in my life brought a man, other than Trey, to my bed before. My son may sleep like the dead, but there’s no telling what time he’ll wake up and come downstairs or barge into my room in the morning.

Trey leans down and swipes the hair from my face before kissing my temple. “Get some sleep. I’ll see you soon.”

I love you. The words are on the tip of my tongue. But I don’t say it. Not yet.

“I love you,” he whispers, then leaves, and the door shuts softly behind him.