Flip (Next Level Book 2)

“Wait!”

I stop at the bottom of Erin’s porch steps and slowly turn around. She’s clinging to the doorjamb hard enough to suggest she’s using it to hold herself up. I stare up at her. If she wants me to stay, she’ll have to use her words and tell me exactly what she wants from me.

Erin never seems to do what she wants, only what everyone else wants. I’m not sure if she’s ever done something for herself. So I wait.

And I wait.

And I wait.

“Trey…”

“Yes, Erin?”

She swallows hard and my dick twitches. “Stay the night?”

There it is. Finally, she’s letting herself take something she wants. And I’m so glad it’s me. “Are you asking or telling me?”

She shrugs and gives me a sheepish grin. “Both, I guess.”

My feet hit the steps one thud at a time as I close the distance between us. Then I run my hand along the underside of her jaw and cup her face. “You sure?”

“Mmm hmm.”

I lean down and press my mouth to hers in a gentle but controlling kiss. With our mouths fused, I back her sweet ass up and maneuver us into her small foyer. At six-foot-four, I tower over Erin in a dominating way I intend to use to make her fall to her knees. Often. She’s so strong, so independent and capable, I’m going to have to pull out every weapon in my arsenal to get her to open up for me.

The top of her head hits my chin, but her attitude makes her seem ten feet tall. She’s earned every fucking inch and all of my respect long ago. Having her turn to putty in my hands is something I’ve craved since I first met her. But I haven’t tried to master it until two years ago when I first kissed her exactly like how I’m kissing her now.

Erin needs to feel safe enough to let people in. She’s been in charge for so long, giving up control isn’t easy for her. But I think it’s necessary to have balance in life.

She digs her nails into the back of my neck, moaning as she deepens our kiss. My hungry hands glide down the slope of her waist until I cup her perfectly round ass. She squeaks when I lift her up and automatically wraps her legs around me. It’s like an animal inside me unleashes and I slam her against the wall. I break away from her mouth to kiss her neck where she likes.

“Fuuck.” She scrapes my scalp with her nails. “Trey, I…”

“Tell me what you want.” It’s hers. Whatever it is, I’ll make sure she gets it.

“I… I want…”

I have a feeling she wants so much right now, she’s not sure what to ask for first. That’s okay. We have all night. Hell, if I had my way, we’d have the rest of our lives to make her fantasies come true. But I’ve got to take this one step at a time. She spooks easily.

“How about we finish dinner first?”

My suggestion catches her off guard.

“Oh.” She unhooks her legs from my waist and slides down. “Umm. Okay.”

I lift her chin with my finger and arch my brow. “I want you filled to the brim, Erin. Food and water first. Then my dick. If I’m spending the night, I sure don’t expect either of us to get any sleep, and for what I have planned, you’re going to need all the energy you can get.”

So will I.

Her cheeks blaze red. Her pupils blow wide. “Well then.” She lets out a little laugh and my heart swells with the sound of it. “I guess I better hydrate.”

“Definitely.”

I back off just enough for her to have some wiggle room, but her body still has to brush mine to slip past me. Following her into the dining room, I stare at her plump ass and almost regret putting a pause to our make-out session. But she needs to eat and drink. I wasn’t kidding about that.

Erin looks over her shoulder at me and tosses a smile that hits my heart. This woman goes through emotions like weebs go through anime—several at once. She’s chaotic and controlled. Methodical. Messy.

I love her.

Shit. Nope. Not going there. The L word is not on the table.

Erin’s my best friend’s sister and falling in love with her would put a catastrophic hole in my friendship with Glitch. It might also put a gigantic roadblock in my personal plans.

“Not there,” I say as Erin goes to her chair. “Here.” I sit in my seat and tap my leg. “I want you right here, my hungry little slut.”

The air whooshes out of her. I hold my breath to see if she’s going to play along and obey or throw her plate of food at me. Imagine my elation when she straddles my thighs. “Such a good girl.” I grab a handful of her hair and tug it enough to make her lean back so I can kiss the pulse point on her throat. Reaching around her, I slide her plate over and move my own meal out of the way. “Eat for me.”

She doesn’t. Her shoulders sag and she stares at the spread of food with her hands clenched closed in her lap. This isn’t going to work. Maybe she’s struggling to take orders from someone else. Maybe she’s rethought her meal choice.

Maybe she’s regretting asking me to stay.

I snake my hand around her middle and bury my way into her pants. She sucks in a little gasp. “So wet,” I rumble against her ear. “Be a good girl for me and eat something. I’ll make you wetter with every bite you take.” I apply a little pressure to her clit and circle my middle finger on it when she reaches for her fork. “That’s a good girl. Take a bite for me.”

She stabs a piece of my steak.

Fuuuck, I love this so much.

Erin can take anything she needs from me—my time, my dick, my dinner, my heart. I just want her cared for in every way.

She groans while chewing. Her pleasure could be from the flavor of the meat… or from the way I’ve just increased the speed of my finger on her clit. Her head falls back on my shoulder while she chews. “So good.”

I dip my finger into her cunt, relishing out slick she is. “Keep going, Erin. Clean the fucking plate.” I start rubbing her clit again while she takes another bite.

“This is… such a… a good… pairing. Fuuuck.” She grunts and has to put down her glass of wine before I make her spill it. 

I plunge two fingers into her sweet pussy, curling them as much as I can to hit her g-spot from this angle. “Did I say you could stop?” I gather her hair in my freehand and pull. “Now eat some of the veggies.”

Her pussy clenches around my fingers. She’s wetter now. I can feel a spot forming on my thigh.

“This is crazy,” she says, breathlessly. Doesn’t stop her from plucking a carrot off my plate and devouring it though.

She takes another sip of the wine and I pull my fingers out of her pussy. “Open your mouth, little slut.”

She looks over her shoulder at me, her brow furrowed. I don’t repeat myself because I know damn well she heard me the first time. Erin drops her mouth open, and I shove my fingers inside it. “Suck them clean like a good little whore for me.”

Erin’s practically buzzing in my lap at this point. Once she’s sucked her taste off my fingers, I shove the plates away and lift her off my lap. In a swift motion, I have her ass planted on the table and am working her pajama pants off. God damn, she’s spectacular. How can a woman look so fucking delicious in a pair of baggy, cotton pants with penguins all over them?

Don’t get me going on her oversized t-shirt.

I pull her pants down, happy to see she’s cooperating beautifully. Sitting back in my chair, I pin her ankles at the sides of my thighs and stare at her, spread open, half naked, and not taking charge for once. I love how she goes along with what I want her to do. I love that she trusts me enough to let her guard down.

Erin’s cheeks are still flushed but her shoulders have rolled back. My girl feels powerful like this.

As she should.

Stabbing another big hunk of my steak, she holds her fork out to me. “Want some?”

“If you think that’s the meal I intend to devour, Erin, you’ve forgotten who you’ve invited back into your house.”

Her laugh is music to my ears. “I don’t compare to an entrée of this caliber.”

“Are you comparing yourself to a steak?”

She shrugs and eats the bite herself. “Maybe.”

I’m mad, but I try to not let it show. How dare she compare herself to something so basic. Erin’s a luxury no man on earth but me can enjoy. “Finish off my plate.”

“It’s yours. I’ve eaten more than I should already.”

A well-placed slap on her pussy makes her yelp. “I said eat.”

“Trey!”

“Eat.” I slap her there again.

She sucks in a deep breath and her thighs quiver. “I’ll… I’ll eat if you eat.”

Fuck me sideways. “You aren’t in a position to give orders or make negotiations.”

“On the contrary,” she says with a big smile. “I’m in the prime position to give orders and make negotiations.” She closes her legs and opens them again. Open, close, open, close.

Fucking tease.

But she’s not wrong and I’m thrilled she knows her place in this dynamic. I might get her to melt like butter when I call her my dirty little slut, but Erin needs to always remember who’s in charge—her.

I slide my hands between her closed thighs and pry them open easily. With my gaze locked on hers, I lean down and drag my tongue along her slick folds. Her pussy is swollen and ripe for eating. I slap it again, not too hard, not too soft, and say, “Clean that fucking plate, slut.” Then I seal my mouth over her cunt and feast.

She stays firmly seated on the edge of the table, spread eagle, and I hear the faint sounds of her fork stabbing things on a plate while blood rushes to my dick. It’s so hard, the zipper of my suit pants is cutting into me. I use that biting pain to stay grounded. I’m close to shredding her shirt off and fucking her recklessly on this dining table and I don’t want to unleash myself yet.

Doubling down, I finger and tongue fuck her, alternating speeds until I find the right combo that makes Erin come undone. Her taste floods my mouth. Her pussy clenches down on my finger and I’m in heaven.

“Trey!”

I lift my head at the sound of my name on her sweet lips and…

Lose. Control.

I shove the plates away. Some crash onto the floor. I pull Erin’s oversized shirt over her head and immediately suck on the first thing I can get my mouth on. Her nipples are big. I love them. Dragging my tongue in large circles around her breast, I graze my teeth and bit down just enough to make her hiss through clenched teeth. Looking up, I read her expression and see she’s part shocked and hella into it.

Fuck. Yes.

I reach up and pinch her other nipple, rolling it between my thumb and forefinger, tugging it a little.

“Oh my god.” Erin grabs the back of my head and holds me in place while I suck in as much of her breast as I can into my mouth. This girl is plenty more than a handful. They’re soft, heavy…

And I’d say neglected.

That’s about to change. “I’m going to fuck your tits and come all over them.”

She laughs and leans back to give me access to her neck next. “Better make them slippery for you then, huh?”

My naughty girl grabs the remaining glass of wine and dumps it all over her chest.

I lap up the Riesling, taking my time to clean off every drop, then I sit back in my seat again and glance at the only plate left on the table. It’s mine. Or… what’s left of it. Like a good girl, she’s eaten her meal, and just like I promised, I ate mine as well. But we’re far from done.

“What happened to fucking my tits?”

“Earn it first.” I snatch the plate and balance in it the palm of my hand. “Clean. The plate.”

Erin tenses.

“Lick it, slut. Don’t leave a drop left behind. I certainly didn’t waste any of that wine on you.”

I keep reading her cues, both verbal and non-verbal, to make sure I’m not taking this too far with her tonight. But when Erin leans forward, and she drags her pink tongue all over the dish, I know we’re all good.

Holy. Hell.

“That’s a good girl.” I set the plate down and lean forward to show her how good sluts who listen get rewards. Shoving my finger in her pussy again, I drag it along the pad of flesh in there that makes her breath turn ragged within seconds. Then I add a second finger and suck on her clit while I annihilate her good senses.

“Trey!”

Erin’s thighs clamp around my head, and she bucks off the table. It’s a hell of a ride and I’ve only just started. Once I wring two orgasms from her this way, I help her off the table, and make of show of licking her cream off my mouth.

Placing my hand on her head, I force her to her knees. “You’ve been such a good little slut for me, Erin. I think you should have your dessert now.”

I pull my cock out, and the instant it’s free, I sigh with relief. It was starting to lose circulation in my pants. I see her eyes widen the instant she notices my new jewelry.

“Wow.”

“You like?” I sure hope so, because I got this ladder with her in mind.

“I… ummm…. Wow.” Erin traces her fingertips across the bars. There are nine total. One for every inch I’m dying to give her tonight.

I close my eyes when she flicks her tongue out to explore me with her mouth. “My dirty girl likes taking this big cock, don’t you?”

“Mmmph.” She swallows my head easily enough, but the rest will be harder for her.

I’m hung. I know this. I also know how intimidating it can be for a woman to be with someone my size. Erin’s up for the challenge every time. She pulls back and looks at my dick again then licks it. “This feels wild.”

No, it feels like I’m going to blow my load if she keeps doing that thing to the underside of my dick.

“More sucking, less talking. Or do you not want your dessert?”

I see her battle with liking and hating how I talk to her. She tests me by looking away at the mess we’ve made around us. Food, plates, wine… it’s all over the hardwood floor. “Eyes on me, Erin.” I’ll be damned if she’s going to falter now.

Erin flicks her gaze up to meet mine, her long black lashes framing two emerald, green eyes that I could drown myself in. I almost cave. I almost confess. I almost tell her everything I’ve been keeping inside me for far too long.

But she opens her mouth and wraps those luscious lips around my dick, and I forget the English language entirely. She sucks me off like she’s trying to coax my fucking soul out through the head of my cock. I think she succeeds because when I’m close, I grab the back of her head and start saying shit I’m not calibrating right. “That’s it, pretty little slut. Swallow everything I pump into you, like a greedy fucking whore on her knees.”

She grabs my balls and squeezes them while working her hot mouth and freehand on my shaft. My heart’s pounding. Heat blooms across the back of my neck. “Gonna come so hard down your throat.” I pump into her mouth, rocking my hips a little, forcing her to choke on me. “Let me hear you gag.”

Erin gurgles and slurps and chokes on me while drool drips off her chin and all over her chest.

Perfection.

I pull her off me by tugging on her hair and almost come when she fights me for more dick in her mouth instead of the air I’m trying to give her. Stepping back, I take over where I’ve forced her to leave off and stroke my cock hard and brutally. The piercings run along my hand, her spit’s dripping down my length, and she’s sitting so pretty on her knees, eyes watery, lashes clumped, and mouth wide open for me.

“You want this, filthy girl?”

She keeps her mouth open, tongue out like a target, and nods eagerly.

Bracing myself against the table, I nearly drive her backwards pushing my dick back into her mouth. “Push your tits together for me.”

Erin obeys, and I spread my legs as much as I can for still having pants on. I lose my breath. I can’t see clearly. I can’t think straight. I pull out of her mouth and stuff my cock between her tits. Holy shit, I can’t believe she’s letting me use her body for my pleasure like this. “Open your mouth for me.”

She does and I stuff my cock inside it again until I hit the back of her throat. She gags and I see stars. “Fuck yeah, baby. Choke on me.”

When she runs her fingers along my taint, I bark something incoherent and start sweating. I’m trying to hold out for as long as possible, but my Kryptonite presents itself the instant Erin stares up at me with tears and smeared mascara dripping down her cheeks.

My body explodes.

I pull back and stroke myself as cum shoots out in thick, white jets, covering her face, her tits, her tongue. I took a beautiful thing and made it even more breathtaking. Stumbling back, I suck in ragged breaths as stars twinkle in my vision. My fucking ears are ringing.

Erin runs a hand down her face to wipe off my cum and then she licks her hand clean.

Holy. Shit.

I’m on her in an instant. Cushioning her head, I lower my girl onto her back and kiss every bit of skin I touch. “I want to fuck you, Erin.”

Her pulse races wildly in her neck. I wait for a response that doesn’t seem like it’s coming. “It’s okay to say no.”

“Do… you have a condom?”

“No. Do you?”

She shakes her head. “I can’t fuck you without one, Trey. That’s a deal breaker.”

“I know.” I sit back on my haunches and try to regain a little composure. I packed an entire box of condoms with me, but they’re at the hotel. I didn’t plan to come to Erin’s tonight. I figured she’d come back with me to the hotel. To say that now seems like a moot point. “Well then…” I run a hand over my head and mask my disappointment with a smile. “Guess we’ll have to wait on that.”

Erin rolls over, and I swear there’s a chill coming off her. “It was fun while it lasted. I need to clean this up anyway.”

Before she can grab the first dish on the floor, I stop her. “This mess can wait. I’m not even close to being finished with you yet.”

“But we don’t have any condoms.”

“I don’t need one for what I want to do.”

“But…”

I cock my brow. “You want to call it quits now?”

She looks away. “No. But…”

“Stop with the buts.” I lift her into my arms and make my way towards the stairs. “I’m not in town for long, I’d like to make the most of it with you before we have another long break.”

The words are sad as they leave my mouth. Truth be told, I don’t want a break from Erin. And I’m scared to tell her that because she’ll likely bolt. In all the years I’ve known this woman, she’s never had a boyfriend. As far as I know, she rarely even has hookups. Outside of me, anyway.

I hope.

Fuck, just thinking about another man touching her has me wanting to burn the world down. 

I know after this wedding is over, it’ll be another long break before Erin will want to see me again and I fucking hate it.

Nudging her bedroom door open with my foot, I slip inside and don’t bother to turn on the lights. Lowering Erin onto her bed, I try to figure out what I should and shouldn’t say tonight.

“Trey?”

“Hmmm?”

“I’m sorry.”

“There’s nothing for you to be sorry about.”

“I should have been prepared.”

No. I should have been prepared. But that would require me to also be presumptuous. “You were prepared for dinner, which was all this was supposed to be tonight. Neither one of us planned to make it back to your house to fuck.”

My mood is souring, and I’m mad at myself for it.

“I should have though,” she says, following me into her bathroom.

I make sure to maintain eye contact while I start the shower for her. “Should have what?”

“Known we’d make it to this point.” Erin leans against the sink, relaxed, naked, and hair all disheveled. She still has some of my cum on her cheek. “We’ve been working our way here for a long time.”

Not as long as I’ve been in love with you. “You always said sex was off the table—except for that one time. I didn’t think you’d change your mind.”

“Yes, you did. Otherwise, you wouldn’t still come around.”

Now I’m really pissed off. Does she think I only want to bang her? Fuck that. I bite back my temper because honestly, she’s not entirely wrong. I brought condoms for a reason. I’d hoped we could take it to that level again while I’m in town, but that doesn’t mean I was planning on it.

“I thought we had an understanding. My persistence has only ever been to push you deeper into your kinks, Erin. And mine.”

“What about last Thanksgiving?”

“What about it?”

“We fucked then.”

Like she has to remind me of the greatest night of my life? “And you said it was a one-off.”

“You brought condoms to your hotel.”

“For a precaution in case you changed your mind.” I dip my head down to get in her face, so she sees how serious I am. “I’m just covering all bases to make sure you have whatever you need.”

Erin starts closing up on me. “Things have changed.”

“Changed how?”

She stares at me for a long moment and then shrugs and walks away from me.