Page 108 of A Vine Mess
“How close are you right now?” I asked.
“Put that mouth on me and I’m coming down your throat in seconds.”
I grinned wickedly, bending only to roll my tongue around his head. Then I collected all the saliva I could muster and spit it on his cock, using my hand to work it up and down until he was coated, aiding the endeavor with some of my own cum. Fuck, this was hot. The way he just let me use him like this, the sexy scene he presented all restrained, eyes hooded, chest rapidly rising and falling in anticipation as he waited for my next move.
I shifted until my chest was over his groin, and Liam realized what I was doing a moment before I pressed my boobs together around his shaft, because his eyes flared with excitement.
“Oh fuck,” he breathed as I began to move. The most Liam could do was jerkily circle his hips, searching for friction, and I moved faster, wanting him to come undone quickly so I could put us both out of our misery and ride him until we were both screaming. “Oh, fuck, Ella. God, that feels incredible. You want me to come on your tits?”
“Yes please.” I pressed my boobs in harder, increasing the pressure, and Liam swore creatively.
“Oh god, oh fuck, okay, I’m gonna come.”
His rambling was adorable and sexy in equal measure. I loved how his eyes squeezed shut and fingers wrapped tightly around the robe straps as ropes of cum left him, painting my chest, my face, and his stomach. Guttural, unintelligible noises left him as he continued to spill, his limbs shaking against his restraints.
Before he could fully collect himself, not even bothering to clean myself up save swiping a splash of his cum off my nipple and sucking it into my mouth, I sat up, straddled him, and impaled myself on his cock.
We both groaned as he filled me completely, my head dropping back, hands resting on his thighs for leverage.
“You’re trying to kill me,” he breathed when I began to undulate my hips.
“Nah, baby,” I told him, my breath picking up as I rocked faster, so goddamn desperate for him that I couldn’t take it slow.
“You’re right,” he said, jerking up into me. “Let’s see how fast we can get you to orgasm number three.”
Pretty damn fast, if the pressure at my clit was any indication. “Besides,” I murmured. “I can’t kill you. I’m not done with you yet.”
And I didn’t think I ever would be.
When I woke upthe next morning, the morning of my brother’s wedding day, I was surprisingly…refreshed.
Considering the lack of sleep Ella and I had gotten the night before, I should’ve been exhausted and sore, but all I felt was energized.
Once today was over, Ella and I could return to Michigan and never look back. Except to see Mom and Gramps, I’d never have to come out west again save on the road trips Ella and I would inevitably take. There was peace in that.
The ceremony was at noon, and Ella and I had accidentally slept until ten, so we rose and quickly got ready. Since I’d refused to come out here for tux fittings and generally anything that had to do with today but the actual ceremony itself, I’d sent my mom my measurements and she took care of making sure I had something to wear that matched the rest of the groomsmen, a group of which consisted of a bunch of my brother’s equally as entitled frat bros.
But my bespoke, cream-colored tux paled in comparison to Ella’s outfit. Today, she wore a pink slip dress that fell to her ankles. The fabric was delicate and adorned with numerous wildflowers. With her hair curled and pinned to one side, makeup subdued, and delicate gold jewelry, she was a fucking vision.
Ella was wealthy, but she didn’t feel the need to flaunt it, something I’d always admired. Hell the entire Delatou family was wealthy—richer than even my family—but you’d never know it from the way they acted. I wondered how different my life would be if I’d been raised by people more like Leon and Lena instead of my own parents. Mom did what she could but my father was a tyrant.
“Once again,” I said, shaking myself from my thoughts and pressing a quick, soft kiss to her lips to avoid smearing her lipstick, “we have to get out of here before I take you back to bed.”
“I’ve grown quite fond of that bed,” she said, giving the mattress a little pat as she walked by it. “In fact, I think we should get a four post bed just like it.”
I paused at the promise in those words, at the plans for a future she’d supplied in such an off-handed comment.
I pointed a finger at her, then gripped her hand. “We will be discussing that further at a later date. For now, let’s go get this wedding over with so we can get the fuck out of here.”
“Lead the way, Wills.”
When we reached the main lobby of the hotel, we were greeted by my mom at the foot of the stairs.
“Oh, finally,” she breathed when she saw me. “We were beginning to think you’d run away or something.”
I laughed, kissing her cheek. “I definitely considered it.”
“Well thank you for being here,” she said, smiling up at me. “If not forthem, then at least for me and your grandfather.”
