Alive at Night (Wildflower, #1)

by Amelie Rhys

“I’m asking nicely. That’s what people do when they want something, remember?” “You want it?” he asked, his bottom lip gliding through his teeth. I stroked my fingers over the fabric of his briefs, harder this ...

“You know that sound you make when you nibble on the little treats you bring into work?”

“I want you to make that sound when I hit the back of your throat.” “Well, you have been a good boy lately. So I suppose…”

let Julian guide me, gradually taking in more and more of him until my mouth was stuffed full, and Julian’s eyes were blazing hot as he watched. And then I sucked, and Julian lost it. His eyes squeezed shut, jaw clenching, fist tightening around my hair. “Jesus fucking Christ, Juniper.” His reaction spurred me on, sliding my lips up and down his length while twisting around his base with my hand. He was so hot

“That’s it, love,” Julian muttered, his lips twisting. He liked that, liked hearing me and feeling me around him. He let loose his own groan, one that I knew he’d been trying to hold in for the sake of being quiet. But he was struggling with any sort of control, and my pulse raced faster at seeing it. I wanted to make Julian Briggs fall apart. I wanted to drive him past his breaking point. And he was close to it. “I’m not gonna last,”

“Oh, fuck, Juni. I promise…when it’s for you, I’ll do better, longer. But you look so goddamn beautiful on your knees taking me like that. You don’t even realize, do you? You don’t even realize how impossible you make it for me. This whole night, I’ve been wondering why you have to be so fucking pretty.”

His grip tightened on my hair, and I smiled around his cock, looking up at him through watery eyes and feeling more empowered than ever before despite being down on my knees. My own body ached in ways I’d never experienced, but it wasn’t like with other guys, like when I’d wanted this step to be over so it could be my turn for some sort of lackluster relief. No, this was the main event. This was all I wanted right now. Julian’s lips pressed together as he tried to contain himself, and I decided right then and there that nothing would ever be hotter than Julian trying to stay quiet while he neared climax. His eyes drilled into mine, never breaking as I licked the underside of his cock before sucking him as deep as I could manage, gagging slightly at how thick he was in the back of my throat.

That seemed to do it for Julian. He said my name in a clipped sort of way that I understood to be a warning I didn’t care about or need, and then he shot his release down my throat, tipping his head back so I could watch the veins in his neck strain with the cry he was holding in. I swallowed, licked my lips...

“That was incredible. How about you accidentally fall asleep in the wrong bed again tonight?” I heard the smile in his voice. “I want to go down on you until you scream into my pillow to stay quiet.”

“Christ, it’s about goddamn time he got his head out of his ass.” My brows shot up. “I—” “If he doesn’t treat you like a fucking queen, you let me know,” John cut in, his expression stern but his eyes soft. “And give him hell if he deserves it.”

“When that feeling of home transitions from a place to a person, and then they aren’t there.”

to Boston,” my dad filled in, exasperated. “Right now?” “Yes, right now. Christ, Julian.” My dad rolled his eyes. “Do you miss her or not?”

wearing that jersey again. “You didn’t come home because of what I said about Greg, did you?” she asked worriedly. “I was just fucking with you, Julian.” “I know.” I dropped Juniper onto the couch so she was on her back while I hovered about her. “You’re always fucking with me. This has nothing to do with Kennedy. Nothing at all.”

“But you left your grandparents’, and it’s late. The roads must have been icy. And your family—” “I missed you,”

hers, and when we broke apart, we were both panting, breathless. “Everything felt wrong without you.” “Everything felt wrong without me,” she mumbled, repeating the words to herself as a crease formed between her brows. “You missed me.”

Disbelief lingered in her expression, so I said it more forcefully this time. “I missed you, Juniper.” The seconds the words left my mouth, something visibly clicked for Juni, and her lips spread into an earth-shattering smile. All I could think was how much I wanted to taste that smile, and I couldn’t have been happier when she grabbed the front of my shirt to drag us together again.

Juniper’s legs wound around my waist, urging us closer. I could feel every fucking inch of her beneath me as she rocked her body up to meet mine in a dirty rhythm that was dangerous as all hell. Grinding my hips down, I soaked in the sound of her gasps. She whimpered into my mouth, breathing my name, and that was when I decided enough was enough. It was beyond time to give this needy, gorgeous girl what she wanted. “I’m tired of waiting for my turn, Daisy.” “Your turn?”

“My fucking turn,” I said, bending to nip at the waistband of her underwear. “I heard you were having to do all the work around here lately, and that’s not what I want.” “What do you want, Julian?” What did I want?

want your pussy in my mouth, Juni baby.” I hooked my fingers into her underwear, and she tipped her hips up so I could strip them off her. “Can I have it? I want to taste you again.” “You can have it,” she breathed, tipping herself up like an offering.

between two beautifully thick thighs. Fuck, it was so pretty. She was so wet, and it was all for me. Mine. I wanted her to say it. Just like I made sure she knew I was all for her the other night, I wanted her to tell me now. “Why can I have it?” Reaching out, I gripped Juni’s chin and ran my thumb over her bottom lip as she watched me. “Why are you letting me have it, baby?” Juniper’s eyes darkened as understanding washed over her face. She knew what I wanted to hear, but she was purposefully holding her tongue because she was a little brat who loved to toy with me. “Say it,” I demanded. “Because it’s yours.”

“Yes,” I murmured while urging her legs to open wider for me. “That’s right.” “Yours, Julian,” she whined, rocking toward my mouth.

blew over her clit, and she made a noise I’d never forget while bucking up to meet my mouth. As soon as my tongue made contact with her needy cunt, Juniper cried out—both in relief and ecstasy. I knew that feeling exactly, recalling it with painful accuracy from when she sucked my cock down her throat for the first time.

She tasted like a fucking dream, just how I remembered. As I licked and sucked, her unrestrained groans filled my living room, echoing in my ears. I fucking loved that sound. It belonged here, in my apartment. In my bed. With me.

“I’ll take care of you now, Juni,” I breathed, working a finger through her slick pussy until I could drive it into her. “I’ll take care of you.”

saw Juni thrash her head to the side, unleashing a scream into a pillow. But that wasn’t going to work for me. Not here where there was no reason to hide. “Don’t do that,” I rasped, glancing up her jersey-clad body. “I need to hear you.” “And I need you to stop talking so you can focus,” she snapped, eyes burning as she stared back at me. I grinned. So beautiful. So alive.

“I’m good at multitasking. How do you think I made it through law school, love?”

“If you think I’m going to believe you without proof, then you should clearly go back to law school.” “You always want fucking proof.” My expression shifted to match hers. “I’ll give you proof.” Enough fucking around. While keeping my pace with my finger, I flicked my tongue repeatedly over her pussy, making sure to only graze the spot where she really wanted it. Simultaneously, I brushed my fingertips over her stomach, raising goose bumps on her skin.

“Oh my God. I need—I need—” More. She needed more.

pressed a bit harder with my tongue, with my fingers, and Juni started panting. Her back arched as she searched for something only I could give her. I took all of her into my mouth, sucking and stroking. She rode up against my face, taking what she needed until she fell apart with a cry. Her body shook in jolts of pleasure that I basked in, and I only eased up on her when I felt her muscles begin to relax and...

and more of me. “Please, Julian,” she cried, such a sweet, sweet sound. “Please fuck me.” Jesus Christ, what was she trying to do to me? I rocked into her with a groan, nearly coming from hearing those words alone. “I was going to take you on a date first,” I muttered, finding her ear and nibbling on it. “I was going to earn taking you to bed.”

“You’ve earned it,” she whispered. “But—” “Julian,” she cut me off, and I pulled back to find her pretty eyes. They sparkled brighter than New Year’s Eve sequins. “You said if I wanted someone to fuck me, you’d do it. And I’m tired of waiting. I’ve been waiting a long time, so don’t make me wait any longer. Unless you’d rather I ask someone else—”

“No one else,” I grunted, dropping her onto my bed with a tenderness that shocked even me, considering how my hands damn near shook. Desire surged through me, along with anticipation and all those feelings that come to life when dreams become reality.

fucking radiant. “No one else,” she breathed. No. One. Else. There was no one else—just me and Juniper. And tonight, my bed.

“I’m sure, Julian,” I groaned. “Look, I know that it’s my first time, and it probably won’t be good—” “Wait.” Julian held out a hand. “Stop right there.”

“Why don’t you think it’s going to be good?” I leveled him with a look. “I read books, Julian.” “So?” “So…my expectations are unrealistic. And I’m aware of that.”

that so?” “Yeah, I mean you’re…” I waved a hand in his direction, trying to point out the obvious. “I’m what?” “You know…” I cleared my voice. “Not fictional.”

“You need to be careful there, Juni, insulting me like this.” “It isn’t insulting,” I argued. “It’s simply a fact. You are real, aren’t you?”

“I’m more than real, Daisy.” Mischief flashed across his features as he lowered his gaze over me in a way that chased away all my nerves. When he spoke, the husk in his voice was ironically unreal. “Tell me how a fictional man would fuck you, then.” “I—”

Ahhhh

“Do you want me to make sure that you come first?” “Yes.” I pushed myself up onto my elbows to better meet his stare. “I mean, I guess you already did that.” Julian’s grin turned crooked. “So I did.”

“But that wasn’t during sex,”

I’ll do it again, then.”

“What else? Do you want me to talk dirty about what I plan to do to you?” “Yes,” I breathed. Because I did; I really did want to hear that. “Easy.”

over me, making me shiver, and then returned to meet my gaze. “Do you want me to be rough or gentle? You never did tell me what you like when I asked that day.” “Both.” I didn’t want him to treat me like I was glass, but I also wasn’t sure what Julian’s definition of rough was. “I can do both.”

“Do you want me to use toys?” “I—” I bit down on my lip, caught off guard but not opposed to the idea. “What kind?” A flare crossed Julian’s irises. “God, Juni.” Apparently, he’d expect...

“I think we’ll start with something you’re probably familiar with. Okay?” A flush crept up my neck. “Okay, but I didn’t…like, bring anything.”

face. “It’s time for you to see what’s really in my bedside table, right next to my list of plant names.”

“You told me that what was in your bedside table didn’t concern me. And that you didn’t h...

lied. Just like how you told me in New York that you lied to me all the time. But we’re done with that, right?” I nodded wordlessly, and his gaze burned into mine as he stood at the end of the bed. “Good. Now, as muc...

“Take it off, Juniper,” he repeated, slower this time. “I know this will destroy me forever, but I’m already wrecked. So let me see you.”

The heat of his gaze licked my skin, and it was the only thing that helped me resist the urge to cover up again. That, and the way his jaw kept clenching with desire. When Julian finally spoke, his voice descended into something deep and gravelly. “You look so fucking perfect in my bed.”