Page 72 of Manors & Mischief

“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.”