Flip (Next Level, #2)

by Briana Michaels

“Eyes on me, slut.” Erin’s braced against the bathroom stall, her arms out wide, with her hands pressed on opposite walls. Her legs shake as she keeps them spread for me and rises on her tiptoes.

“I can’t. Oh god, I can’t come again, Trey.”

“You’re such a good little slut.” I shove my fingers in her mouth. “Suck.”

“You did so good for me.” Kissing her neck, I guide her towards the sink and press my chest against her back. I’m certain she can feel my hard cock dig into her ass. “Look how gorgeous you are.”

Damn, she’s perfection in a little black dress and I’m dying to rip that thing off

her, bend her over this sink and blow her fucking back out. “You look amazing.”

I just treated her like a whore, and she loved it. But when I try to take care of her outside of sex, she gets ten kinds of hostile with me, like her being three years older than me makes any difference in our power dynamic?

“Order something more to eat,” I say, shoving my thick finger inside her again. I pull out and lick my finger clean while she watches. “Do as I say, or you’ll be punished.”

Erin’s the kind of woman the devil himself would crawl out of Hell and be a better man for. She should be worshipped, spoiled, protected at all costs. And fucked six ways to Sunday.

“Open that pretty mouth for me.” He stabs a hunk of meat, lifts his fork to my mouth and feeds me. It’s the most intimate thing we’ve done apart from the pumpkin pie episode last Thanksgiving. “That’s really good.”

“I want you, Erin.” “You had me.” He shakes his head. “Not talking about on the sly in a bathroom, or in a pantry, or in your motherfucking laundry room.”

“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 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.”

“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.”

“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.”

“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.

“Keep going, Erin. Clean the fucking plate.” I start rubbing her clit again while she takes another bite.

“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.”

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

“Clean that fucking plate, slut.” Then I seal my mouth over her cunt and feast.

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

“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.”

“You’ve been such a good little slut for me, Erin. I think you should have your dessert now.”

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

“My dirty girl likes taking this big cock, don’t you?”

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.”

“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.”

“Fuck yeah, baby. Choke on me.”

“You coming, or am I going to have to put you over my shoulder and fireman carry you in here, Erin?”

“I could eat you for breakfast, lunch, and dinner.”

“I like having you on your knees for me.” He drops to floor and says, “And I love being on mine for you.”

“I love sharing laughs with you, baby. I love watching Beetle have fun outside. I love the way I walk through your front door and my chest feels light and happy because you’re the first face I see.”

“Erin.” He gives me a look that says if I argue with him, there will be consequences. Joke’s on you, fucker. I’m into that shit.

“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—”

“You want a taste of this, my little slut?” “I’ve been thinking about it all day.”

“Open that pretty mouth so I can feed it to you.”

“Breathe through your nose, pretty whore.”

Oh it’s like that, huh? Okay. Alright. “You suck me off so well,”

“I want to watch you gag on my dick.”

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

“You want this dick so bad? Suck it like it’s the only source of air you got.”

“You take my cock so fucking well.”

“You taste so good, Trey.”

“I like when you unravel from just a little flick of my tongue.”

“Better leave then,” I warn. “I’m not finished having fun with my girl yet.”

“I want you to make me feel good, Trey. I want… you.”

“Then I’m all yours.” Lowering down, I kiss her until she’s the very air I breathe.

“You’re fucking stunning, Erin.”

“Trey,” she groans. “I… I want to rub myself on your dick.”