Page 95 of A Vine Mess
“I’m taking you home, Wildflower, where no one but the trees will hear you scream for me.”
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 nightabout 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 shiftedso 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.
