Page 107 of A Vine Mess
Turning and crawling over to him, I settled between his legs, my tongue darting out for a taste.
“You wanna suck me off first? You’ll get no objection from me. You suck that cock like such a good little slut.”
Such filthy fucking words that only served to crank up my desire. Forced me to squeeze my thighs together for some temporary relief. Closing my mouth around him, I took him as deep as I could, gagging as he bumped against the back of my throat. Breathing through my nose, I swallowed, fighting off the reflex, relishing the way he groaned and bucked into me.
“Goddamnit, woman. You’re good at that.” He fisted his handin my hair and pulled me off. “But I need to feel you.”
I obliged, straddling his hips and rocking back and forth, his cock sliding through my lips, coating him in my wetness. His tip brushed against my clit, the sensation so heavenly I could get off just like this.
“How is it you feel so good every time?” I asked absently, resting my hands on his chest but still slowly rolling against him.
“I was made for you,” he said simply. “You gonna get off like that?”
“Thinking about it.”
“Use me however you need, baby.”
Sprawled out the way he was, hands resting beneath his head, looking for all the world like a sexy wet dream come to life with the beard, the blue eyes, the muscles and tattoos—I’d never understand how I got so lucky to find a man who was both easy on the eyes with the most stunning insides to match.
I wanted him to fill me, but this slippery slide of our bodies, the tempting way his broad head pressed into my clit with each shift of my hips—another orgasm coiled tighter and tighter until I was bucking roughly against him. Nothing could’ve stopped me as I worked myself over, Liam’s palms splayed across my thighs, holding me down. The friction, the fit, the feel—it was too much.
As if sensing what I needed, Liam reached up and tweaked a nipple, and I fell apart once again, collapsing against his chest as I trembled.
“Ella,” he breathed. “That was…”
“Yeah,” I sighed. “Just give me a second.”
His hands brushed up and down my spine until I came backto myself fully.
When I sat up at last, he grinned.
“Two,” he said, and I couldn’t help my eyeroll.
Then my eyes flicked to the wrought iron bed frame and the four posts at each corner, and an idea sparked. Instead of sinking down onto him like I craved, I got off the bed on shaky legs and padded toward the bathroom, returning a moment later with the straps from fluffy bathrobes, grateful there had been four.
Liam’s eyes widened in curiosity.
“Do you trust me?” I asked.
He grinned. “Fuck yeah, I do.”
I started at his ankles, looping the strap around one then the other, securing them to the posts at the bottom corners. Liam tugged experimentally against them, and I smiled proudly when they didn’t budge. Then I repeated the process on his wrists before once again joining him on the bed.
Tapping my chin contemplatively, I stared down at him, eyes raking over every inch of his body.
“Where should I start?” I asked rhetorically.
“Thought you wanted my cock.”
“Oh, I do,” I said, reaching out to grab it, loving how the silky flesh felt against my palm as I worked it up and down.
“I didn’t know this side of you existed,” he admitted.
“Honestly? Neither did I.” Shifting so I was between those thick thighs, I leaned in and ran my tongue along the tattoo stretching up the left side of his torso, pausing to flick one nipple then the other before heading back down. I sank back on my knees and said, “Thank you for letting me explore it.”
“Thank you for trusting me.”
I reached for his cock again, and his hips jumped, his length pulsing in my hand.
