25. Ember
EMBER
Mounds of black fabric surround me, and the now familiar sound of the sewing machine tangles in my brain like an earworm. I swear, even when I take a break, the needle’s jackhammer sound still stays there like it’s etched permanently into my psyche.
The sewing is easy though. The blackout curtains only need six inches of fabric folded around and sewn to itself so we can stretch it across the PVC pipe for hallways and rooms. The first hallway and room is already up, curtains attached, and it looks fantastic. It’s exactly what I envisioned.
Devon is working on the next set of rooms, to which he’s already given me the dimensions.
Everything is at high speed as we try to get it done.
Mrs. Lachey has already approved the plans and Rose, Mark, and the cider mill are on board so we can make it a town-wide event that opens in a week, and I still have to decorate the haunted house and plan the end-of-week parties.
Somehow, though, instead of planning the parties while I’m mindlessly sewing, my brain always flicks toward Devon. Have you ever been truly fucked? Not the cutesy boyfriend sex… I’m talking about a total takeover of your body, Ember.
It felt that way that day, and it felt the same today.
Like every time he comes near me, I become his to do with what he wants.
Kiss me in public. Touch me intimately. He’s now spent the night several times, everyone in town knows we’re an item, and we’re still the focus of everyone’s attention when we go out together.
The last time my mother video chatted me, she even got to meet him. Yet, she still messages me every day with news from home like I’m going to drop everything and go back.
First, there’s no way financially I could do that in the first place.
I’ve sunk nearly everything into the manor.
The spare funds I have left have to be enough to live off of, and even then, I still owe the town money for the fines.
Devon’s mom pulled me aside the other night when we went over for a roast dinner and told me she found some more grant money for me.
That means, when I pay the fines, I’ll get the funds right back.
I don’t know how she pulled it off, but I’m extremely grateful.
A pair of hands land on my shoulders, kneading and massaging deep into the sore muscles there. Who knew sewing could be such hard work? I lean back into Devon and peer up at him. “Unsanctioned break?”
“You are the worst boss.”
“Mmm. You didn’t say that last night.”
He smirks. “Because I was the boss last night.”
A warmth seeps up from my toes, fills my belly, and flushes my cheeks.
Devon’s always pointing out how quickly he can make me blush.
I didn’t know I’d enjoy the type of man Devon is.
Dominant. Explicit. I suppose I should’ve known since my ex didn’t do it for me.
Devon never has a hard time making me climax.
Firstly, Devon is a giver. He makes sure I’m satisfied before we move onto anything else, and we haven’t done much of that, to be honest. He’s definitely been taking it slow for me.
My lashes lower, and Devon makes a low hum of approval as he strokes my throat.
He moves his hands down to the valley between my breasts, then back up, tracing his thumb until he hits my chin and back down.
“I’ve been dreaming about something.”
“Yeah?”
He spins my chair around, the wood scraping against the hardwood of the beautiful dining room until I’m facing him.
My heart jumps in my throat. “Does it have any reason to do with why you’re taking an unscheduled break?”
“You try working completely distracted with thoughts of you.”
He reaches down, pulling at the hem of my shirt, but waiting for me to give him approval. When I nod, he pulls my shirt over my head until I’m sitting before him in just my bra.
With Devon, I never know what he’s going to do. It makes everything exciting. New.
Devon lifts his shirt until a swath of hard muscle appears, but he quickly covers it with his hand, teasing the waistband of his jeans.
I think I know where this is going, and it’s something we haven’t tried yet. I reach out to work his zipper down, but Devon stops me. “Let me tell you what I want to feel first.”
I sit back, watching him reach inside his jeans and give himself a long stroke. My core heats up in no time.
“I’ve been dreaming about your lips around me, my cock filling your mouth.” He cups my cheek. “Your eyes staring up at me through those lashes while I pump inside you.”
“I keep saying your mouth should be illegal.”
“I think yours will be. I can’t promise I won’t come quickly with those sweet lips pressed around me.” He swipes his thumb across my mouth, teasing. “Do you think you could do that for me?”
I peer at him, the shadows in his eyes giving evidence of dark cravings. I thought I would just find a nice home to live in here. A place that would be as welcoming as I wanted it to be. I never imagined I would find someone like Devon. “I might not be good at it,” I tell him honestly.
“Not possible,” he almost growls. He’s never quite asked me about my ex, and honestly, he shouldn’t. There’s no comparison whatsoever. The only time I ever think about him is with satisfaction that I’m not broken like he said, while he fumbled around trying to make me orgasm.
In answer, I reach out, deftly releasing the button on his jeans and then pulling the zipper of his work pants down.
He pushes them to the floor, leaving his boxer briefs that hug every last muscular part of him.
He should be memorialized in statue form.
Maybe set right up in the middle of the town square.
This is the kind of perfection that Harvest Falls produces.
He hooks his thumbs over the elastic of his boxers and pulls them down his thighs, leaving his cock, hard and ready, between us. He moves closer, the tip moving closer to my lips. He cups my cheek again. “I’ll pull out so you don’t have to swallow.”
He guides me closer and closer until his slit touches my lips. I lick out, capturing the tip with my tongue. A groan rumbles from his chest.
“Whatever you do will be perfect,” he assures me.
I lick my lips, tasting salt and man. Reaching up, I grab his base, giving him a stroke while peering up at the man I never saw coming. His eyes nearly roll into the back of his head.
Tentatively, I touch my lips to his head, my tongue rimming the silky skin there.
Devon places his other hand on my shoulder as if he has to steady himself, then moves the hand that was cupping my cheek to the back of my neck, urging me forward so I take him inside me.
Every last inch of soft skin, hard ridge.
He lets up on my head, and I pull him out until he puts pressure there again, as if guiding me the way he wants to be sucked.
“Ember, yes.”
He guides me again and again. We make eye contact, and he shudders, his hand in my hair clamping more forcefully now.
“God, you’re perfect. Suck me, Sweetheart. Like that.”
My free hand reaches out for his bare ass, giving it a squeeze. The hand on my shoulder moves down, pinching my nipple, and I moan into his cock, and his head falls back.
“More of that.”
He does it again and again, spurring me forward until my pace picks up.
With a sound more like a groan, he grabs the back of my chair as I take him in deeper, his cock hitting the back of my throat briefly, feeling like I won’t be able to breathe until the pressure lets off and I do it all over again.
“Fuck me.”
He tenses, and it feels like he’s doing everything in his power to show restraint. He lets me sample and test. I learn the way he likes to be sucked, listening to the sounds he makes and tuning into his body.
“Ember, I’m… Oh Sweetheart.” He pumps inside my mouth, hard, before thrusting one more time, pausing briefly before pulling away.
His hand covers his cock, catching his release.
His body trembles. “Better than I imagined,” he says softly, as if he’s not even saying it to me.
Leaning down, he presses a kiss to my forehead, steps out of his boxers and walks to the downstairs bathroom.
When he comes back, he has that look in his eyes. He scoops me up, sets me on the dining room table amongst the thick dark curtains and relieves me of my jeans and panties.
“And you say I’m distracting. Neither of us are going to get our work done.”
“I can’t bring myself to care,” he says before he buries his face between my legs. I buck into his mouth, but there’s nowhere to go, his tongue lashing at my clit instantly.
“We don’t have a lot of time left,” I protest. As if I really care.
“I can stop,” he mumbles into my pussy without doing so.
I grab his head. “Don’t you dare.”
Devon licks me like he’s tasting a smorgasbord of delicacies. He licks there. Circles here. Nipping, sucking, tasting until he settles into an unforgivable rhythm, circling my clit with the tip of his tongue.
I move against him like I’m fucking his face. Mostly because I can’t help it. Noises he calls cute fly from my mouth. One of his hands pulls the cup of my bra down before squeezing my breast, then circling my nipple. He throws one leg over his shoulder and continues his attentions.
I’ve never been so completely taken care of in my entire life. To think that I would have found all of this here, there’s no way I would ever take back coming to Harvest Falls. I never want to leave. I never want this to end.
“Oh,” I moan. “Devon.”
My orgasm hits me hard and fast, and a flurry of words fly from my mouth before I collapse back onto the table in the mountain of curtains.
He threads his fingers through mine, leaning over me.
“We’ve really got to stop meeting like this,” I tell him with a smirk. “With this nosy town, people will walk in on something they don’t want to see.”
“Maybe then they’ll learn to knock.”
My body trembles with an aftershock, and after placing a kiss above my pubic bone, he leaves again, returning to the bathroom.
I don’t bother getting dressed while he’s gone, but I do sit up, keeping my legs wide. One thing I’ve learned is that Devon doesn’t usually end things quickly once they’ve started.
He bites his lips when he comes back into the room. “Good girl.” He slides me to the edge of the table, my pussy snuggling his cock. “What do you want? My fingers? More tongue?”
I press my lips together, moving my hips against him. “I want you to bury yourself inside me, carry me up the stairs, lay me down in my bed, and make love to me.”
He swallows, almost like he can’t believe we’re about to take it to the next step. “What my sweetheart wants, she gets.”
He grabs his cock, angling himself toward me.
He cups my face, and with one thrust, he slides inside my pussy.
I grip him until he’s fully seated, then wrap my legs around his ass, squeezing.
When we’re wrapped up in each other, I pull his shirt off, dropping it on the dining room floor and marvel at his body.
I don’t care if the man is a decade older than me. He is sexy.
Devon picks me up, moves down the hall, and carries me up the stairs.
He maneuvers me so easily that it’s far less scary than I imagined, and before I know it, we’re in my bed and he’s laying me down like I’m something precious to behold.
He threads his fingers through mine, then pins my hand to the mattress above my head, stroking lazily.
Then he does the same to the other hand, and I’m trapped under Devon Lachey as he worships me.
Kissing. Touching. Burying himself inside me over and over.
“I thank the universe every night that you moved here,” he tells me softly, whispering it into my ear so it’s just for me. A sentiment between two people that truly care about each other. “I was lost without you.”
He claims my mouth next, kissing me stupid until I’m a mess of breathless moans.
I think he’s right. I was lost without him, too. He was the thing I was missing this whole time. Not the house. Not the community, but Devon. The guiding light in my life. The protector. Someone to encourage me instead of offering backhanded support.
Devon moans, his grip on me tightening. His strokes become rhythmic, faster, stronger.
I wait for him on the precipice, my vision blurring as the pleasure hits a boiling point that my body refuses to go over until Devon pumps inside me and stays, moaning into my ear.
It’s then that my body comes apart, following right after him with a sharpness that overtakes my every sense until I’m nothing but a beacon of pleasure, writhing on the bed.
“You’re so beautiful to watch,” Devon murmurs.
It takes me a few moments to recover before I can wrap my arms around him, caging him to me. My lips threaten to tell him everything I’ve been wanting to say but have held back on. The love word floats in and out of my brain, begging to be said.
“I don’t want to leave you,” Devon prompts, angling into me again, and I moan.
“If only we could do this all day and still get everything done that we need to.” I run my hand down his muscular body, the dips and planes of his abdomen.
“Now that I know what your pussy feels like, I might not get any work done again.”
“Mmm.”
“Don’t give me that look. I’ll stay up here forever.”
My brain rationally knows that this was a big step for us to take, but at the same time, it’s just so natural. Inevitable.
“Are you sure this is what you want?” I ask, still too stunned to believe how easy being with him is.
“You have no idea.”