A Vine Mess (Love on the Vine #4)

19. Liam

“Prove it,” Ella said, the word punctuated by a gasp as I dragged my hand down her neck to her breast, tugging at the tip.

Then I bent my head, cupping her tit to bring it to my mouth. “You have no fucking idea how sexy these are,” I said, my tongue darting out to trace over the cool metal and her warm nipple. “Did they hurt?”

“Less than my tattoos,” she breathed, arching into me as I sealed my mouth around her.

The juxtaposition of the biting metal against her soft flesh was so incredibly hot that I moaned against her, moving to the other side to repeat the process.

Ella’s hand came up to grip the back of my head, and I let her direct me where she wanted—for now.

“I need you.”

Pressing open mouthed kisses to the valley of her chest, I sank to my knees as I peppered her stomach with more until I stopped at eye level with her pussy .

I leaned forward and brushed my nose against her, inhaling.

“Fuck, Wildflower. I hope you taste as good as you smell.”

Ella’s hand tightened in my hair. “You should find out.”

With a wicked grin up at her, I lifted one of her feet off the floor and placed it on my shoulder, kissing my way up her calf and thigh until I reached her sex, then hooked her leg so her foot dangled against my back. Ella inhaled in anticipation which quickly morphed into a frustrated exhale as I moved to the other side.

“Hold on,” I said.

“What’re you—”

Her words were cut off as I grasped her other ankle and slung that leg over my shoulder. One of my hands found the tile behind her, using my forearm as a shelf for her ass, while the other snaked around her hip, using two fingers to spread her pussy open.

My scalp stung as she yanked on me until I looked at her.

“I’m too fucking heavy for this.”

“You’re perfect, Ella. The most goddamn beautiful woman I’ve ever seen in my life. Now please, baby,” I said, brushing my lips over her thigh and grinning when goosebumps erupted in my wake. “Stop worrying and let me make you feel good.”

Ella’s head dropped back against the tile with a thunk , and I chuckled darkly as I dove into my feast.

That first lick from back to front nearly undid me, my cock painfully hard as I savored her. She was so smooth, so sweet. Her hips bucked in response, pressing her pussy closer to me. I dragged my tongue in a reverse path, driving the tip gently in and out of her entrance while my thumb settled over her clit.

“Fucking delicious,” I mused when I pulled away briefly .

Ella only whimpered and wriggled closer.

“I’ve had four long years to think about what I want to do to this pussy, Wildflower.”

“ Liam ,” she said insistently, but I merely chuckled.

“Patience, my sweet girl. We’ve got all night, and all the ones after that. I’m going to ruin you for anyone but me.”

“ Please .”

“Since you asked so nicely…”

I was done toying with her anyway, needed to finally learn the sweet sounds she made when she came.

I sealed my mouth around her clit, fluttering my tongue against it as she writhed above me, desperate to get closer, seeking friction.

“That’s it, Wildflower,” I murmured against her slick flesh. “Ride my face. Get yourself there.”

“Fingers.”

“What’s the magic word?”

“ Please .”

It was a growl of frustration that she combined with a sharp tug on my hair. The sting in my scalp was fucking perfect, keeping me anchored in this reality.

Roughly, I shoved two fingers inside her, and she gasped, her entire torso bowing away from the wall at the intrusion.

“Fuck,” she breathed.

“Feel good?”

“Gimme one more. Please,” she added, almost as an afterthought.

I grinned. “My filthy, needy girl. Needing three fingers to fill you up. Just wait until you get my cock, baby. You’ll be so full nothing else will ever do it for you.”

Ella merely moaned, and I returned my mouth to her clit as I pumped my fingers in and out of her, curling them against her walls, knowing I hit the right spot when her thighs began shaking.

“That’s it, Wildflower,” I praised, continuing my oral assault.

Her legs shook harder, her heels digging into my back as she held on the only way she could, her walls clamping tighter and tighter around me until—

“Wills!” she screamed as she shattered, her thighs boxing my head in as I slowly licked her through it, lapping at her clit while she quivered as she came down, slumping against the wall above me.

I kissed her sex softly once more and slowly removed my fingers, then shifted back so my legs were tucked under me and slid her legs off my shoulders, sliding her down my torso until she straddled me.

Eyes on me, growing wider by the second, the irises turned a deep green and pupils blown with desire, she watched raptly as I stuffed my fingers into my mouth and licked myself clean.

“Fuck, you taste good.”

Her mouth was on mine a moment later, her tongue tangling with mine as though she wanted to consume every morsel of her arousal from mine.

When she pulled away, her eyes had gone a little hazy, and she said, “Now I want to taste you.”

We hurried from the shower, drying off quickly but not bothering to dress as she dragged me into the bedroom. There was a small dresser off to the side, and Ella unceremoniously pushed me against it, dropping to her knees before me.

God, how many times had I imagined her like this? Supplicant before me, her mouth open and waiting for me?

More times than I’d ever admit to her, that was for damn sure.

I braced myself on my palms, my chest heaving as everything within me coiled tightly from the simple act of her staring at my cock like she wanted to devour it.

At last, she leaned forward, resting a palm on my thigh, tracing her fingers of the scrawl of words there as her other hand reached for me, her long, delicate fingers wrapping around my base and giving me a tug.

Tentatively, she darted her tongue out, sweeping it along the slit at my crown and collecting the precum beaded there. She glanced up at me before those green eyes fluttered closed as she savored me. A small hum left her throat, and I echoed it.

Then she leaned in again, closing her mouth around me, surprising me by taking me all the way in until my head bumped against her throat, those delicate muscles closing around me as she swallowed, making me groan.

I tipped my head back and closed my eyes.

“Fuck, Wildflower. Your mouth is heaven.”

“I don’t think so, Wills,” she said, and my head rose. “Eyes on me.”

I lifted a hand to trace a finger over her cheek, down to the soft flesh of her lower lip. “You want me to watch you suck my cock, pretty girl?”

Ella shook her head, eyes glinting with mischief. “I want you to watch me enjoy every single second of sucking your cock.”

I huffed out a low, husky laugh. “Then by all means, do your worst.”

She did as I asked, once again sealing that perfect fucking mouth around me, swirling her tongue along the broad crown and gently scraping my shaft with her teeth. I had no idea how she knew I’d like that—that I preferred it a little rough and unhinged. My hips bucked forward, shoving me deeper down her throat, and a small gag left her.

“Damn, Wills,” she gasped when she pulled off.

I growled in protest. Gripping her jaw, I directed her head my way, waiting until those gorgeous green eyes snapped to mine before I spoke.

“No, Ella. Liam . In here, like this, you call me by my chosen name. You understand?”

Ella only nodded, and I let her go.

“Good girl. Now spit on it and put it back in that slutty little mouth.”

“Better idea,” she said, and before I could question her, her hand dipped between her thighs. When she pulled it free, her fingertips were coated in her arousal—which she then wrapped around my cock and tugged, spreading it up and down my length.

“Fucking hell, woman. That’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”

Satisfied with her work, she ignored me, opening up and taking me deep, deeper than before, her moan vibrating against my flesh, shooting straight to my balls.

Fuck, I wasn’t going to last. She’d barely touched me and already, I was coming undone.

“That’s it, Wildflower. Make all the noise you want,” I said to distract myself. “And as soon as I’m done letting you have your fun, I’m going to destroy that pretty little pussy.”

Chasing her mouth with her fist as she pulled away, she squeezed just the way I liked it. My hands white-knuckle gripped the edge of the flimsy dresser, and I couldn’t give a fuck less if I broke it. Not with that little string of spit and cum connecting us, not with her staring at my cock like it was her new favorite meal.

She repeated the process of lubing me up with her desire, her fist working at my base as her mouth sealed around my tip. I felt more than heard her noise of approval this time.

“So fucking sexy taking my cock like this,” I said, tracing her lips with the tip of my finger. “Tell me, baby. How do we taste?”

With a soft pop , she let me go and said, “Fucking incredible.”

Fuck, this woman was going to ruin me.

“That’s my girl,” I praised. “But playtime is over.”

I was wound so tightly, I thought I might come out of my skin if I didn’t bury myself in her cunt immediately. In one swift move, before she even had time to fully process, I lifted her off the floor, crossed the room in three long strides, and tossed her onto the bed.

Ella yelped in protest. “I wasn’t done!”

I grinned wickedly down at her. “Yes you were.”

“Greedy, aren’t we?”

I dropped to my knees before her, eye level with her sex, and said, “For this gorgeous cunt? Fuck yeah, I am.”

I punctuated my words with a long, slow lick from back to front. Needing to taste her once more before I made a mess of us. Collecting all her cum, savoring how fucking wet she was from me fingering her and the simple act of sucking me off .

God damn , she was heaven on my tongue.

Then I stood, shifted her higher on the bed, and crawled between her thighs. Gripping myself at the base, I swiped the head of my cock through her slit, and we both moaned.

“Fuck,” I hissed. “Condom.”

Ella shook her head. “Birth control.”

“You’re sure?” I asked, surprised.

Ella only nodded, nibbling on her lower lip. I reached down and pulled it free with my thumb, and she nipped at me.

“I’m done for,” I told her. “Haven’t even got inside you and I’m already fucking gone for you, Ella.”

“Please, baby.”

I gave her a soft small, notching my head at her entrance. “You’re so fucking pretty when you beg.”

Despite the animal in my chest urging me to take her hard and fast, I slowly inched in, giving us both time to adjust.

Fucking hell, she was tight. A hot, wet glove gripping my cock.

What felt like a lifetime later, I was fully seated, and I curved myself over Ella’s body, our mouths a breath away. Ella craned her neck to kiss me.

I expected it to be a hot, wet kiss full of unspent desire and urgency.

I hadn’t prepared myself for the slow, gentle glide of her lips against mine, of the way her hands brushed up my arms and came to rest at the nape of my neck, fingers sifting through my hair.

“It’s okay, baby,” she said against my mouth. “You can move. You won’t hurt me.”