A Vine Mess (Love on the Vine #4)

29. Liam

The dress, the hat, the cowboy boots, and the hour or so of watching her line dance and shake her ass on the floor at the Swallow with Aria had me damn near coming out of my skin.

I was fucking ravenous for her as I roughly pushed us through the door of the cabin, tossed West’s hat off to the side, and backed Ella into the nearest hard surface, which happened to be the wall.

Perfect. It gave us just enough leverage for me to stick my thigh between her legs so she could grind down on it while I plunged my tongue into her mouth.

She tasted like a heady combination of beer and bourbon, and I sucked on her tongue, wringing every drop I could free from her.

My hands were everywhere, moving up and down her sides, to her hips and ass, roughly palming her breasts and groaning against her when those damn sexy piercings dug into my palms.

“You’re driving me insane,” I growled as I pulled away an inch. “This fucking dress, Ella. My god. I’ve been thinking all night about how you’re not wearing underwear, and how easy it would be to slide my hand between your thighs and toy with you.”

Her chest heaved wildly as she stared at me, gaze heavily lidded.

“Now would be a good time to test that theory.”

I withdrew my leg from between hers, grinning at the wet spot on my jeans.

“You’re soaked for me, aren’t you, Wildflower?”

“One way to find out.”

Instead of bunching her dress up around her hips like I’d fantasized about earlier, I gripped the seam and tore it open, those tiny, infernal buttons that kept her presentable all night flying free and pinging against the floors and walls.

Ella frowned as it gaped open, baring her front to me from her tits all the way down to her cunt. “I liked that dress.”

“I’ll buy you a new one,” I assured her as my fingers slipped through her slit, lazily twirling around her clit. Ella gasped, and I chuckled darkly. “Don’t care so much about the dress now, do you, baby? You only care about the way I play with my perfect pussy.”

“Yours,” she replied.

It wasn’t a question because we both knew the truth.

Every part of her belonged to me.

Without warning, I shoved two fingers inside her, and her head dropped to my shoulder. Fuck, she was so tight, so wet and warm, and she whimpered as I withdrew and slowly pushed back in, her nails digging into my biceps.

“So responsive,” I murmured as her legs began to shake.

“Liam,” she whispered, my name a plea. “Please.”

I moved my hand faster, thumb circling her clit, and shifted so I could press my cock into her thigh, desperate for some friction of my own.

“Ella,” I breathed, feeling her walls clamp tighter around my fingers, telling me she was close. “Tell me you love me.”

She lifted her head, eyes clearing momentarily as she gave me a smile brighter than the sun—and pressed her thigh harder against me. Fuck. I was seconds away from coming, my release gathering at my spine and threatening to burst free.

“I love you,” she said. “More than I ever thought possible.”

As though the words were a detonator, Ella fell apart, collapsing against me as she did. Her entire body quivered as her release rolled through her.

And I followed her down with a shout, both my hand and my hips jerking almost clumsily against her as the edges of my vision darkened.

When we both stilled, Ella said, “Did you just…”

“Yeah,” I grinned, not a hint of shame to be found. “I just came in my pants.”

Ella reached for my belt and fly, deftly undoing them and pulling my jeans and boxers down.

“Fuck,” she whispered when my cock sprang free, coated in cum. “You’re a mess.”

I only grinned. “And what a damn fine mess it is.”

There was a wild edge to Ella’s answering smile.

I kicked off my boots and stepped out of them as she circled her hand around me, coaxing me back to life while she lowered her mouth and licked me clean.

“I fucking love you messy, baby. Knowing you only get like this with me? Fuck, it makes me so wet.”

“Goddamnit, woman,” I ground out. On her knees, her dress hanging open, skin flushed from her orgasm—I’d never seen anything more fucking beautiful in my life.

When she returned to her feet after toying with me some more, she walked backward a few steps, crooking a finger at me as she said, “C’mon, Wills.” She turned and started down the hall, but over her shoulder added, “Bring the hat.”

I hurried after her, grabbing the hat and stripping the rest of the way before I met her in our bedroom.

Ella had shed her dress and flicked on one of the bedside lamps, standing naked in the center of the room, the low light setting her skin glowing. I’d had her numerous times in the last few days, in numerous ways, but I doubted the shine would ever wear off. I didn’t think I’d ever get used to the knowledge that this woman was mine .

Mine to keep.

Mine to love and cherish and worship.

Mine to fuck.

And damn, did I love fucking my girl.

“Give me the hat,” she directed, “and get on the bed.”

I rushed to obey, practically throwing the hat at her before I climbed on the mattress and settled on my back in the center.

Still with her back to me, I took a moment to trace her curves with my eyes, mesmerized by her hips and ass and the way they dipped and flared to give her that perfect hourglass shape.

Ella settled the hat on her head, then turned to face me, grinning wickedly.

As she crawled onto the bed between my thighs, I said, “Wear the hat… ”

“Ride the cowboy,” she finished.

“I’m not a cowboy,” I reminded her.

Straddling my lap, she rocked her hips, my cock sliding through her slit in a tease of what was to come.

Her hands came up to cup her breasts while she moved, and she smiled down at me. “I think you’ll do just fine. Feel how wet I am? That’s all for you, baby.”

Bucking my hips up into her, making her gasp, I said, “Get on then.”

Ella lifted slightly off me and reached between us, gripping me at the base and notching my head at her entrance.

With aching, torturous slowness, she sank down, taking me inch by inch until I bottomed out, until her ass rested on my thighs. Wriggling atop me experimentally, she adjusted until she found that perfect angle. I knew when she did because I sank even deeper into her, deeper than we’d ever gotten in any other position. Ella threw her head back, hand flying up to hold the hat in place, and moaned loudly.

“Ella,” I breathed, my hands skating up her sides, thumbs brushing almost absently over her nipples until they came up to cup her cheeks. I tilted her head down, and she bent over me, changing to angle in the way that had me cursing under my breath.

“You feel so good.”

“There’s nothing better,” I agreed. “You are…god, Wildflower. You’re everything to me. A fucking goddess, and I’ll spend the rest of my days worshiping you just like this.”

Leaning forward, she gently kissed me before saying, “Promises, promises. ”

And then she began to move.

Tentative at first, slow, back-arching rolls of her hips that had me withdrawing only slightly before pushing back in. She leaned back and placed her palms on my thighs, shifting onto the balls of her feet so she could bounce.

I’d be damned if it wasn’t the hottest thing I’d ever seen. Her pussy spread open, pink and swollen, my cock disappearing inside her with each downward shift. Her skin flushed and glowing, her eyes open but slitted, like she wanted to watch but wanted to savor it all too.

And that fucking hat. I’d never be able to look at a cowboy hat the same again, not after this. I’d forever remember her moving over me, undulating her hips, resting her hands on my chest instead of my legs for a different angle—one that had her clit rubbing against me.

Across the room, I caught sight of us in the giant mirror that rested on the floor near the closet. She was gorgeous from every angle, but seeing her from the back, writhing on my cock, her tattoos waving as she moved—I think it unlocked a kink I didn’t know I had.

Reaching up, I pinched her nipples between my fingers, tweaking one of those piercings in a way that had her crying out.

“Sensitive, are we?” I chuckled.

“I need more,” was all she said.

Without giving either of us time to think, I sat upright, lifted her off of me, and scrambled around behind her, shoving home forcefully. Now, we faced the mirror, and I grinned at the blissed out expression Ella wore.

“Oh fuck,” she gasped, head dropping forward, that hat finally falling off.

Unceremoniously, I picked it up and flung it across the room. After all, as she’d so helpfully reminded me earlier, it was West’s hat, and the only man allowed in bed with my girl was me .

“That better, baby?” I asked, punctuating the words with a thrust that sent her ass rippling. Fuck . I’d fantasized about it so many times, but my imagination could never have done it justice.

Ella made some unintelligible sound, but now I was the one who needed more.

Gripping her upper arms, I pulled her backward, her spine arching, head falling against my shoulder.

Ella swore, squeezing her eyes shut, mouth popped open. “So fucking deep.”

“Open your eyes, baby,” I commanded. “Watch us.”

Her eyes flew open, locking on mine in the mirror.

“Arms around my neck,” I instructed. “And hold on.”

“Or what?”

“You let go, I stop. Understood?”

“Yes, daddy,” she quipped.

I blinked slowly, skin tightening as Ella gauged my reaction.

“Liam?” she asked, her blissed out expression morphing to concern and…embarrassment? “Sorry, it slipped. It won’t—”

Against her ear, I murmured, “Say it again.”

Before she could, her arms came up around my neck like I’d asked, and my fingers slipped between her legs, thrumming her clit.

“Say it again,” I repeated, damn near growling at her. “Tell me how that feels.”

“It feels—” she gasped. “ Sooooo good, daddy.”

“Goddamnit, Ella,” I gritted out. “How do you keep getting better?”

She huffed out a laugh. “I could ask you the same thing.”

I bucked my hips into her, and her fingers tightened at my nape, tugging on my hair, nails digging into my flesh.

“Remember what I told you.”

“Hold on,” she confirmed. “And watch.”

“Good girl.”

“Anything for you, daddy.”

There was no mercy in my thrusts as I slammed into her, retreating and advancing so quickly, the springs of the bed squeaked ominously beneath us. Over and over I powered into her, circling my fingers around her clit, roughly and rapidly. Ella’s moans built in volume until she was practically screaming.

Just as I’d intended.

“You take me so fucking good, Wildflower,” I grumbled, moving my free hand from her hip to her tit, squeezing it probably tighter than I should.

But I was unleashed, feral, that beast normally dormant in my chest set free, knowing it had finally met its match. Not even a freight train could’ve stopped me then.

I was the train. Destination? Making my girl come.

“Liam,” she gasped.

I knew she was close, by how tightly her pussy gripped my cock, by how she bore down on my fingers with every upward thrust, by how tightly she held onto me, fingers pressing into my scalp, heeding my warning that I’d stop if she let go.

But there was no fucking way I was stopping now.

“You gonna come for me, baby? ”

Giving up the fight of watching us at last, her eyes fluttered closed, head lolling to the side as I worked her over.

“It’s okay,” I murmured. “You can let go. Scream as loud as you want, Wildflower. Soak my cock. Please . I need it.”

I’d resorted to begging by the end. I wasn’t coming until she did, and my self-control was fraying rapidly, the strings holding me together no more substantial than cobwebs.

Still she held out. The stubbornness of this one was going to kill us both.

“Ella,” I commanded. “Let go.”

And then I did something wild.

I bent my face, sealed my lips over that delicate, sensitive spot where her shoulder curved up to her neck, and bit down.

At last, she broke, screaming and clawing at me as I fucked and rubbed her through it, shaking violently in my arms as the orgasm crested and rolled through her, endless and powerful.

Moments later, the pulsing of her pussy milked my own, and I released with a shout, my entire body going rigid, my movements turning jerky as I spilled long and hot inside her.

When I’d completely emptied myself, still buried inside her, I collapsed backward, taking her with me.

The only sound in the room was our labored breaths—until Ella let out a rough laugh.

“What’s so funny?” I asked, pulling out of her at last and rolling us so I hovered over her. I glanced down, deeply pleased to see my cum dripping from her pussy. While I waited for her to answer, I collected it on my finger and shoved it back in. She twitched against the intrusion, but heaved a deep, satisfied sigh.

“Your self-control is fucking superhuman,” she said finally, shaking her head in disbelief.

“That’s another rule,” I said simply, leaning up to kiss her softly. “I don’t come unless you do.”

“Trust me, Wills. I’m not complaining.”

I grinned, gesturing to my body. “What’s there to complain about?”

Ella responded by grabbing a pillow and smacking me with it.

I ripped from her hands, gathered her into an embrace, and reclined against them.

She snuggled against me, and soon, her breaths evened out. Gently so as to not wake her, I shifted and rolled us until I could free the comforter and pull it up over our bodies.

And then, with a smile on my face and my girl sated in my arms, I fell asleep.