Amongst The Wildflowers (Fleurs d'Amour Book 3)

by Amali Rose

  Goddamn. She takes my breath away. Hearing that one word fall from her gorgeous mouth and knowing she’s giving me a piece of herself that’s just for me, has me rock-hard.

  I lose control, and before she can register what is happening, I’ve removed my jeans and Henley, and I reach for her, intent on making her mine.

  Mine. I want to bang on my chest and growl the word like a fucking caveman.

  I pull her flush against me and I know the exact moment she feels my hard-on pressed against her stomach because a pink flush heats her face.

  I lean down and lick along her collarbone and using my index finger I pull down the cup of her bra exposing her breast and her perfectly pebbled pink nipple. I’m practically salivating at the sight and before she can stop me, my mouth latches on and I suck hard before biting down, eliciting a moan that has my cock standing so tall, the head is peeking out of my boxers.

  Reaching around, I unhook her bra and slide the straps down her arms. I pull back, so I have a better view of her in the somewhat darkened room, and my fingertips trace along the curve of her hips.

  She’s holding on to my shoulders, her nails digging in, and when I glance up, I see that she has her eyes closed.

  “Baby, look at us.” To my relief, she opens them immediately and all I see in them is need. The need to be loved. The need to be fucked. And I am more than happy to oblige on both counts.

  I take hold of her hand and guide it to slide across the softness of her belly, down to her panties. Her breath stutters and that one simple sound urges my fingers lower.

  “Shit,” I hiss out when our fingers slide along her pussy and I feel how wet she is. “You’re so fucking wet, Lay. You want me to do filthy things to this little pussy?”

  Her head falls forward against my chest, and her breathing is ragged. When our fingers find her clit, she moans so loudly that I’m grateful Seth and Mia aren’t here. Nobody gets to hear my girl like this, except me.

  Her knees start to buckle, and she pulls her hand out, grabbing on to my forearm to steady herself and, being the perverted fucker I am, I grin like a fool as she wipes the smell of her pussy all over my skin.

  I wrap my arms around her waist, settling my hands over her ass and walk us backward until I feel the edge of my bed behind my knees. Spinning us around, I hold her body close to mine with one arm and lean down until the other finds the mattress and I gently lay her down.

  This is the closest we’ve been to naked with each other and I can’t stop my hand from finding its way to my dick and jerking roughly through the cotton of my boxers. She’s fucking perfect, all soft curves that feel stupidly incredible against the hardness of my body.

  I shake myself out of creeper mode and climb up on the bed, nudging her legs open and crawling between them. My dick is painfully hard as it settles against the warmth of her pussy and I have to squeeze my eyes closed and think about football stats until I get myself under control.

  “Ethan?” Her voice is soft and holds a note of humor. “Are you okay?”

  “Uh huh,” I grit out.

  “Are you sure?”

  “Stop talking, I really need you to stop talking, right now.”

  She giggles. Fucking giggles and my cock jumps at the sound. Without thinking, I roll my hips and we groan in unison when I make contact with her clit.

  Sucking in a steadying breath, I sit up and kneel between her legs before reaching for her panties. Those sweet-as-fuck pink panties that are so Layla. I pull them down as slowly as I can manage in an effort not to appear like the sex-starved maniac I currently feel.

  I throw them over my shoulder, loving the smile it draws from Layla, and find myself staring at the most perfect cunt I have ever seen. Pink and pure, the lips glisten with her juices and my tongue swipes across my lip, desperate for a taste.

  “Can I…?” My voice trails off raggedly and I sigh in relief at her answering nod.

  Leaning down, I trail a finger along her slit, the wetness making my finger glide easily. I keep my eyes locked on Layla and when she closes her eyes and arches slightly off the bed, I take advantage of her incoherence and slide a finger inside her. It’s so fucking tight I feel almost light-headed at the thought of my dick sliding home.

  She moans at the sensation, her eyes still shut tight.

  “Layla, open your eyes, baby, I want you to watch.” She struggles to open them, fighting the pleasure that’s forcing them closed, and as soon as I see those dark brown eyes on me, I lie down and put my face right where my dick wants to be. I reach down and give him a hard, quick stroke to calm him down. He’ll get his turn.

  I trail my lips along her thigh, placing open-mouthed kisses and sucking lightly, while my finger continues to torment her. When I reach the apex of her thighs, I remove my finger and replace it with my tongue, swiping it along her pussy and then sucking her clit between my lips roughly.

  “Oh my God.” She bolts up off the bed and I reach up with my left hand, pushing her back down and keeping an anchoring palm on her stomach.

  Letting go of her clit, I circle it with my tongue and begin alternating between gentle flicks and harsh sucks. I slide two fingers into her this time, and scissor my fingers, stretching her in preparation before I curl them and hit the spot that has her jerking in pleasure.

  Her hands slam down on my head, fingers curling in my hair and she shamelessly grinds herself against my face.

  “OhmyGodohmyGodohmyGodohmyGod,” she chants over and over, and when I lift my eyes to look up at her, I find her staring at me, wide-eyed.

  Pulling out my fingers, I replace them with my tongue and start savagely tongue-fucking her while my fingers tease her clit.

  She screams out in a very un-Layla-like way, and her pussy clenches around my tongue as she comes. I’m dry-humping the mattress below me uncontrollably, the sounds she’s making causing my cock to throb and making me desperate to come.

  When her orgasm seems to be fading, I slow the movements of my tongue and fingers but reach up to give her tit a squeeze and pinch her nipple, which causes a helpless whimper to escape her lips.

  When she seems a bit more coherent and has loosened her grip on my hair, I sit back and quickly remove my boxer briefs, stroking my dick as I watch her flushed face intently.

  It’s not long before she’s ogling me, her eyes fixated on the flex of my arm and I hide a smirk when she folds her legs up and closes her thighs, rubbing them together in, what I assume is, an attempt to get the friction she needs.

  “You need to come again, already, baby?” I ask, breathing harshly.

  She keeps her gaze fixed on the movements of my hand and nods her head emphatically. She’s so fucking cute.

  Opening her thighs, I kneel down and hold her hip with one hand. When the skin underneath goes white, I curse myself and loosen my grip slightly. Lying down so I’m hovering over her, I brush a kiss across her lips. She still tastes like the candy she ate earlier at the party.

  “I love you.” Her eyes close on a sigh and she smiles softly at me.

  Scooting back, I grip my erection and slide it through her slit, coating myself in her cum. I tease the head of my cock around her clit and her strangled groan has my dick leaking, the sensation so intense.

  Shit. “I just need to grab a condom.”

  I turn to move, but she grabs my arm, stopping me.

  “Wait, I, uh, I’m on the pill.”

  Surprise quickly turns to excitement. “I’m clean, Lay, I promise.”

  She reddens at my words.

  “I’ve never, uh, I’m a…” She stumbles over her words in what I assume is embarrassment, but when her meaning sinks in, I fall forward on top of her, practically crushing her, my hard-on resting on her stomach.

  I kiss her ferociously, and it’s a mess of tongue and teeth; sloppy and loud, but quite possibly the best kiss of my life.

  Reaching between us, I take hold of myself and slide between the lips of her pussy, nudging the head at her entrance. I’m
holding myself over her and I break our kiss, needing to watch as I enter her.

  She lifts her head slightly and our foreheads meet as we both watch the tip slide in. It slips in easily and when I feel the heat of her clench my head, a fierce growl rumbles from deep in my chest.

  Layla has a hand gripped on my shoulder and when I push farther and meet resistance, her nails bite deeply into my skin and her head falls back onto the mattress.

  I turn my attention from the porn-worthy view of our connection and place my lips by her ear.

  “Relax, baby. I need you to relax, okay?”

  She nods, but her eyes are wide with worry. I decide that ripping the Band-Aid off is the way to go and, taking a deep breath I pray I’m right.

  Taking her mouth again, I kiss her until I feel her relax under me and then with one deep thrust, I bottom out inside her.

  She rips her mouth away from mine and cries out. I take hold of one breast and roll the nipple between my fingers while my mouth falls to the other one, my tongue teasing the puckered tip.

  It doesn’t take long before I feel her move under me, rolling her hips in an attempt to get some friction. I pull my mouth away from her breasts and look down at her.

  “Are you okay?” The idea that I’ve hurt her badly, kills me.

  “You need to move, Ethan, I need you to make me come. Please.” Her voice holds a note of urgency I’ve never heard before.

  Pushing myself back up, I pull out of her slowly. She’s unlike anything I’ve ever felt before, all warm, wet and tight. That, combined with the knowledge that this is the girl of my dreams, has my balls tightening and the need to come is overwhelming. I force myself to go slow with shallow thrusts until I’m positive she’s acclimated completely.

  When her hips start to move up to meet mine, I begin to push in deeper, rotate my hips and mix up my speed. I listen to every breathless sigh, every moan, taking note of what she likes.

  “You’re so fucking tight and wet. Do you hear that?” I slam into her. “You hear how wet you are for me?”

  Her eyes roll back, and she groans loudly. My girl is loud in the bedroom and it turns me the fuck on.

  “Harder, please, I need it harder.”

  I grab her ass and lift it slightly off the bed and pound into her as hard as I can. I need her to come because I can feel the tingle start at the base of my spine and I know I can’t hold off my own orgasm much longer.

  Removing one of my hands from her ass, I reach between us and start rubbing her clit in fast circles.

  “Oh my fucking God, Ethan! I’m coming, I’m coming, please don’t stop. Fuuuuuuuuuck.”

  I feel her pussy clench around me.

  “Goddamn it, Layla, you’re choking my dick so fucking good. You feel how good that is? How good we are?” My movements become erratic as I feel the orgasm pulse through her. My head falls to her shoulder, and as my own orgasm hits me and I fill her with my cum, I hear her voice whispering, “oh fuck, oh fuck, so good, it feels so good, oh fuck.”

  When we finally come down from our high, I roll us over so that she is on top of me and we lie wrapped up in each other. A chuckle rumbles from my chest and Layla pulls back, glaring at me incredulously.

  “Are you laughing at me?”

  “You swore, Bug.” I laugh. “I don’t think I’ve ever heard you swear before. My dick has mad skills.”

  She punches me in my arm. “Oh my God, you’re ridiculous.”

  I pull her back down to me, my mouth already craving another taste of her.

  “That was really nice,” she says softly.

  “Nice? Nice? Now you’re just being mean, that was fucking phenomenal.”

  I feel her smile against my skin. “Okay, it was phenomenal, I’ll give you that.” She presses her hips into mine and I feel my cock start to thicken at the friction.

  “You know what else it was?” Her voice distracts me.

  “What?”

  She scrunches her nose up. “Messy.”

  I bark out a laugh. That was not where I was hoping she was going.

  “I’ll go and grab a washcloth, wait here.” I move to stand up when the quiet of the room is shattered by the sound of loud banging on my door and Layla’s panicked eyes meet mine.

  Layla

  Ethan hops out of bed and throws the sheet over me, ensuring I’m completely covered and then throws his boxers on.

  He glances over his shoulder at me before he opens the door, and I nod my assent. He opens the door slightly, looking through the small gap, and his brows furrow in annoyance.

  As soon as the door cracks open, I hear the sound of clapping and cheering, and I feel my cheeks heat in embarrassment. Ethan glances back at me, his expression now amused, and he opens the door farther so I can see Seth and Mia standing in the doorway, huge grins on their faces.

  Seth thrusts a bottle of something at Ethan and exclaims, “It’s about fucking time.”

  Mia leans forward to meet my eyes and gives me a wink. “I feel like congratulations are in order; I needed a cigarette after that performance.”

  “Oh my God!” I cry.

  “Yep, that’s it.” She smirks at me and I pull the sheet over my head.

  “Get out!” I hear laughter, followed by the sound of retreating voices.

  I stay hidden under the sheet, unsure what’s going on, but I soon hear Ethan returning to the room and I peek out when I hear the door close.

  He kneels back on the bed and pulls the sheet away, cleaning up the combination of us that is leaking down my thighs, with a warm washcloth.

  Throwing the used cloth into the dirty-clothes hamper, he settles back onto the bed, spooning me.

  “That was mortifying.”

  “Nah, I’ve had to listen to them for months, it’s about time I returned the favor.” He kisses me just below my ear and I shiver. “Do you feel okay?”

  I nod. “I feel amazing.” He curls into me so every inch of our bodies are touching, from toes to head.

  “Good, now get some sleep, ‘cause I’m going to want to do that again, really soon.”

  Breakfast was quite possibly the most awkward meal ever. Well, for me, at least. Seth and Mia seemed to thoroughly enjoy themselves, rating our performance over pancakes (solid nine point five, thank you very much) and searching Amazon for earplugs, with overnight delivery. Ethan did a lot of eye rolling, but seemed perfectly content eating his food one-handed while his other remained somewhere on my body at all times.

  Okay, so, that part was nice.

  As I walk into my dorm room two hours later, I have to admit I’m relieved to have some time to myself. It’s been a big twenty-four hours. A big week, if I’m completely honest with myself.

  I still can’t quite believe we’re here, or how uncomplicated it’s all been, and I need some time to process everything that has happened. Especially last night.

  Grabbing an iced tea from the mini-fridge, I change into a pair of sleep shorts and a tank and settle on my bed ready to take a nap.

  I’m exhausted, and there’s a slight ache between my legs, all of which keeps last night at the forefront of my mind. I can’t believe I slept with him so soon. I’ve gotten close to having sex a few times before but chickened out before anything could really happen, always too insecure about both myself and my relationship.

  My last boyfriend, who I had met at the gym on my way out from a yoga class, hadn’t helped matters when he suggested we work out together, gently telling me he knew some great exercises that would help with the cellulite on the back of my thighs. Jerk. There’s barely a ripple, but apparently that was too much for him.

  I gently told him to get lost.

  Ethan makes me feel safe though, and with our history, it really isn’t surprising that our relationship is rushing full steam ahead. We’re probably eight years behind where we could have been, so I refuse to question the soundness of our decisions.

  There is one thing causing me a tiny bit of anxiety, though, and despite
trying to push it from my mind, it keeps poking me in the face, screeching ‘listen to me!’

  The L-word. Ethan has said it to me every day since we confessed our feelings. He throws it around like it’s candy on Halloween, and I know he believes it, but there is a tiny part of me that doubts him. And that tiny part is preventing me from saying it back.

  I want to. I want to say it more than anything because I do love him. There’s not a doubt in my mind that I do. But every time I go to open my mouth and tell him, I freeze. And I see the look in his eye. The small flash of hurt that I’m sure he thinks he’s hiding, and it kills me that I can’t reassure him, the way he reassures me.

  Doing my best to silence my mind, I’m on the cusp of sleep, just starting to drift off when I feel an annoying tickle along the bottom of my foot. I shake it to get rid of whatever it is, when that thought permeates my almost unconscious brain and I jerk upright with a shriek.

  When my heart stops pounding, and my eyes begin to focus, I see Evie kneeling at the end of my bed, laughing so hard her eyes are a watery mess.

  “Why would you do that?” The only response I get is an interesting snort laugh as she collapses onto the floor, shoulders shaking.

  Narrowing my eyes, I glare at her while she attempts to pull herself together.

  “Feel better now?”

  “Oh my God, your face, that was gold!” She crawls into bed with me, still snickering. “Aaaaaagghh,” she imitates me, waving her arms around and collapses into another fit of giggles.

  “Just you wait, payback won’t be pretty.”

  “Yeah, I’m terrified,” she scoffs and rolls onto her side, so we’re face to face. “So, last night, huh? I was worried sick about you, young lady.”

  “Oh, please. The pornographic gif you sent me when I told you I was staying over made it very clear exactly what you were worried about.”

  “Yeah, that was a good one.” She grins at me before turning serious. “I guess I should be expecting a lot more sleepovers.”

  “Yep.” I bite down on my lip to stop a goofy smile.

  “We should stop by a drugstore today; you don’t want to be caught empty-handed when you guys decide to sleep together. And you should make an appointment at the student health center.”