Flip (Next Level Book 2)

Erin’s alone in the sauna. A little charm and some sleuthing got me this opportunity, and I’m not wasting another second. It’s eight o’clock, the spa closes at nine, and Glitch and I made sure to let Ara know she can leave whenever she’s ready without worrying about getting Erin home.

So long as I’m around, no one will ever have to worry about taking care of my girl except me.

I’ve spent the day working my ass off to make Erin’s backyard wedding ready while she’s been given time to put her feet up for once. It doesn’t get any better than that.

Hold up. Yes, it does…

I slip into the sauna and see her leaning back on the top corner of the room, facing the door. I like that she’s got her eye on the exit. It doesn’t surprise me one bit that she’d be diligent even in a luxury facility.

“How was your day?”

“Exactly what I needed. Thank you.”

“I’ll have to book you more days like this then.”

Erin’s deep chuckle makes my dick hard.

It’s a million humid degrees in here and I’m still dressed—though I’d gone back to my hotel to shower and change before making my way here, ten seconds in this room and I’m too hot to breathe. “The yard’s ready for this weekend.”

She doesn’t respond.

“The caterer’s—”

“What are we doing, Trey?”

I climb the benches until I’m right in front of her. All that’s standing between us is her towel and the question hovering, unanswered.

“I’ve made my intentions clear, Erin.” I reach out and run my thumb along her inner thigh as she opens her legs a little for me. “I think the real question is, what do you want?” Because she’s the queen and ruler of my heart. I won’t make a move without her consent.

“I can’t tell what I want.”

My heart twists from her admission. I know exactly what I want and for Erin to flounder with her desires makes me a little frustrated. But I get it. Change takes time. Letting someone else in takes trust.

I have to earn it.

“I’m scared,” she admits.

“New relationships are sometimes scary.”

“This isn’t new. I think that’s why it’s scary.”

I swallow my rebuttal because she doesn’t need promises, she needs action. Talk is cheap. I lean in and press my mouth to hers, fusing us together long enough for me to taste the chocolate she snacked on at some point this evening. “I don’t want to be a hero, Erin. And I’m not strolling in and out of your life. I’ve been a constant for nearly ten years. Ever since Glitch brought me home and introduced me to you and Beetle.”

She bites her bottom lip. Skin flushed and sweat dripping down between her breasts, hidden behind her tightly tucked towel, she’s like a trapped bird. Will she submit or peck my eyes out?

“I’m not about to walk away from you,” I promise. “So long as you want me, I’m yours. I’m here.”

I have been since the night we first hooked up. No other will fill the Erin-shaped hole in my heart. I couldn’t fuck this woman out of my system even if I tried. She’s mine. I’m hers. Now if she’d get on board with this, that would be fantastic.

“I want you to have the life you deserve,” I say.

“Maybe I have that already.”

“You have a wonderful life that you’ve worked hard for. Allow me to enhance it.”

She snort-laughs. “Enhance.” Erin spits the word out like it’s a bad joke.

I lean in and try to kiss her again, but she shirks away from me. Damnit. “Why are you fighting this?”

“Why are you pushing it?”

“Because you’re it for me, Erin. If I’m not the one for you, tell me now because I’m starting to feel like a fool.”

Her brow digs down. “Do you understand what you’re asking for? What you think you want? I have baggage.”

“Who doesn’t?” I lean in and pinch her chin, forcing her to look at me. “I want your baggage. All your good and your bad. I want to be the keeper of your pain, joy, and tears. I want to be another reason you smile when you come home. I want you to be my pleasure, my purpose. You’re my dream, Erin. You’re the reason I break every speed limit to get here when I visit. You’re the reason I haven’t had a Thanksgiving with my family since college. You’re the—”

She slams her mouth to mine and shuts me up with a scorching kiss. Her tongue swipes along mine, desperate and hungry.

Now we’re talking.

Pushing into her, I all but crawl until I’m between her legs and that fluffy towel is off her body and slung across the bench below us. Her eyes are bright and wild when she looks at me, she’s all breathless and worked up. “Please tell me that door is locked.”

I flash a toothy grin and nod.

“Thank fuck.” She pounces on me, and I grab her thighs, squeezing them while she kisses me again.

Skating my fingers down her damp back, I fan my hands around her plump, round ass and dig in deep enough I hope I leave my fingerprints. Lifting her off my lap, I carefully bring her to the bottom of the sauna where I have easier, safer access to her body. There’s a bench in the corner and that’s just where I bring her.

Steam billows around us. She smells like lavender and mint. “Did you eat dinner?”

Erin nods. “We ate a couple hours ago at the restaurant on the second floor.”

Good. I need her energy up for what I have planned.

“I also had a glass of wine and three waters. The masseuse said I needed to hydrate more… like you said.”

I kiss her neck and reach between her legs to see how wet she is already. “Are you still made of rubber?” I test Erin’s limits by stretching her leg up over my head. Fuck, she’s bendy. Always has been. “Dayem… you’re drenched.”

“It’s the sauna,” she teases. “Definitely the sauna.”

I love the way she lies.

Erin digs her fresh manicure into my shoulders as I kiss down the valley of her breasts, lick circles around her navel before I sink lower. She’s salty and sweet and the only thing I’ve craved all day. One flick of my tongue on her pussy and I turn feral for her.

“So fucking wet.” I make it wetter by spitting on her pretty little cunt.

“Jesus,” Erin groans. “How is that so hot?”

I run my finger along her folds, smearing my spit. “Must be the sauna.”

“Mmmph.” Her eyes roll back when I sink a finger inside her. It takes less than a minute for her to come. Hardly any fun is had before she’s shoving away from me. “We can’t do this here. It’s too hot and I’m…” She swipes a finger between the valley of her breasts that’s damp with sweat. “This is going to get gross.”

“Hang on.” I get up and unlock the door, peering out to see if the large bathroom is still empty. I can’t lock the main door, but I can at least get us to a new location. Doubling back, I scoop Erin in my arms and love how she squeaks about it. She’s so cute and playful when taken by surprise.

Swinging the door open, steam barrels out with us as I hurry her into one of the massive shower stalls. It’s swanky as fuck—rain shower head above us, and two shower heads on either side. A bench wraps around the entire thing and we’re right back to where we were, all handsy and starved for each other.

Erin practically climbs me like a tree. I laugh against her lips, feeling alive and thrilled to have her so wound up already.

We both freeze at the sound of the door shutting and flip-flops slapping across the tile floor. Erin looks up at me, her eyes wide and filled with laughter. The stranger starts up another of the large showers, and I get a great idea. “How quiet can you be?”

“As quiet as I want.” My girl loves the idea of almost getting caught. “How quiet can you be, big guy?”

“Guess we’ll find out.”

“Take off your pants,” she orders while getting on her knees. Damn, does she look good needy. “Now.”

“Yes, ma’am.” I yank my gym shorts down and pull the hem of my shirt up and over my head. I’m naked in three seconds flat. Erin stares at my cock as I grip the base and pump my hand along its length. “You want a taste of this, my little slut?”

“I’ve been thinking about it all day.”

I lightly slap her in the face with it. Her pupils blow wide, and it makes my balls ache to see it. “Open that pretty mouth so I can feed it to you.”

Erin’s lips part and she flicks her tongue out to lick my tip. The warm wetness of her tongue elicits a hiss from me. Just the tip. That’s all she’s sucking on, and I swear it feels so good I could come in no time just from this.

I thread my hand in her hair and shove more of me down her throat. She slides her hands up my thighs, scraping her nails along my skin and my eyes cross. Fuck, she feels good. Even if it hurts, she still feels good on me.

Before I’m lost in sensations that will make me mindless, I gather some strength and refocus. Pumping my hips slowly, I fuck her sweet mouth, carefully reading her cues and behavior. I’m not even a third of the way in and I’m pretty sure I’m almost at her limit.

I said almost.

“That’s a good little slut.” I grip her hair tighter and drive myself inward until I hit the back of her throat. She squeezes her eyes shut, her brow pinched, but she doesn’t tap my leg or make a move that says she doesn’t want this anymore. I pull out and shove back in, a little faster this time.

Her teeth scrape my shaft.

“Flatten your tongue for me.”

Erin’s eyes flutter open. They’re watery and her lashes are clumped together. It’s so pretty. She’s a vision with my dick in her mouth.

“Breathe through your nose, pretty whore.”

Erin’s nostrils flare. Her eyes are deadlocked on mine, her mouth still stuffed with my thick dick. She obeys beautifully.

“That’s a good girl.” I slide in and out, my thrusts getting sharper each time. Erin digs her nails into my thighs, scraping them hard enough to sting. Then she runs her hands up and around until she has a hold of my ass. She shoves me forward, setting the pace for my thrusts and to my surprise, she shoves more of me down her throat until she’s gagging.

Oh it’s like that, huh? Okay. Alright.

“You suck me off so well,” I say in a low rumble. The shower’s still on in the other stall and we’re not being as loud as we could be, but we’re not being quiet either. “I want to watch you gag on my dick.”

Erin sucks in air through her nose and nods with her mouthful. “Mmm hmm.”

The vibration of her consent shoots pleasure to my balls.

I grip the sides of her head and start fucking her face. She’s so willing to let me, I almost falter. This level of trust only gets my blood pumping hotter. Erin’s making all kinds of glorious slurping, choking noises now. Her hands are back on my thighs to keep her balanced while I ram my dick against the back of her throat. Then I hold her like that until she gags, and I feel her throat muscles convulse.

She taps my thigh, and I pull back immediately.

Erin pops off to catch her breath. Drool drips off her chin. Tears roll down her cheeks. She’s flushed and red faced and perfect. A woman like this could own the world if she wanted to. She sure as shit owns me as she says, “Again.”

“Fuuuuck, woman. You got me too close to the edge as it is.”

She swipes her hands through her hair to get it out of her face and stares up at me. “Again, Trey. Please.”

Begging for my dick? Yeah, I’m a goner.

I swallow the words I want to say and grip the back of her head as I shove my dick inside her mouth again. “You want this dick so bad? Suck it like it’s the only source of air you got.”

I kick my hips forward and find a punishing rhythm she can handle. All those lovely slurping, gagging, choking noises return in no time. Erin’s willingness to let me use her to get off blows my mind. It’s like someone’s poured gasoline in my already blazing veins. “You take my cock so fucking well.”

She groans against me and starts tugging on my balls.

Hollyyyy ssshhhhiiiiiittttt.

I explode with a climax that has me roaring. Erin chokes and gags, her nails digging into my thighs, but she doesn’t tap out. She only holds on for dear life while I empty my load down her throat.

Stumbling back, my dick plops out of her mouth, and I can’t catch my breath. Everything’s blurry, my heart’s racing, and I’m sweating like we’re still in the sauna.

Erin swipes her chin, gathering drool and some of the cum that she couldn’t swallow because I’d filled her mouth with so much. My knees almost give out when she shoves all four of her fingers between her lips, so she doesn’t waste a drop.

“You taste so good, Trey.”

I’m speechless. Christ, I feel dizzy and fuzzy-headed and floaty. That doesn’t stop me from picking her up, slamming her against the wall and kissing her like my soul’s salvation depends upon it.

Erin giggles when she pushes me back a little to catch her own breath. With our foreheads pressed together, she says, “You were supposed to stay quiet.”

“Was I?” Oh well. “Maybe she didn’t hear me.”

“I think the entire state just heard you.” Erin doesn’t even look upset about it. She leans in and kisses the underside of my jaw, giving me goosebumps. “I like when you unravel from just a little flick of my tongue.”

That was hardly a little flick of her tongue. “Well, now it’s your turn to get loud.”

“I’d rather not hear anymore, thank you very much!” The woman yells out from just outside our stall.

I’m not apologizing for what Erin and I just did. This was too good and fun to regret. “Better leave then,” I warn. “I’m not finished having fun with my girl yet.”

“Disgusting,” the woman huffs, stomping out and slamming the door shut.

Erin frowns, shame colors her cheeks. “She’s going to say something to the reception desk.”

“So what?” Nuzzling her neck, I take the opportunity to lick a hot trail from her collarbone to her earlobe before growling, “I want everyone to know we’re together now.”

Erin freezes under me. “About that.” Pressing her hands against my shoulders, she shoves me back a little. “I think we need to talk.”