Soul-Searching (Closed for Cum_Inside)

[LucianDevine]

The smile on Damon's faced remained through the full bit of Harper's first words. He loved the genuine excitement he could hear in her voice, and the way her skin glowed as she reflected on what they had just done. The smile disappeared when she talked about Cameron though, and his heart ached for her once more when she talked about how he'd smack her across the face after he fucked her.

Despite his feelings towards her comments about Cameron, Harper's comments about his stamina did make him chuckle. "It's not always exactly like that..." He started, cracking that small smile once more. "Though I guess I could have warned you that I tend to last a fair bit longer when I've just woken up. Though I didn't exactly hear you complaining. While we're on the subject though, a similar thing happens in or fresh out of the shower. The water desensitizes me a bit, having a similar effect."

Of everything Harper told him, it was the last words that stuck with Damon. "I'll keep that in mind Harper, but I need you to promise that you'll tell me to stop if it gets too rough or I hurt you too much. I want you to enjoy it for your own sake too, okay?" Damon gave her another tender kiss in that position, guiding her with his hand on her cheek and holding her without force to that embrace as his other arm wrapped more firmly around her, tucking underneath her breasts as he held her close.

 

[Cum_Inside]

She nodded, her nose brushing gently along his cheek with her head previously rotated slightly to meet his mouth for their soft kisses.

“I promise. We can develop a safe word if it makes you feel better,” Harper offered. “And I have no complaints if every time isn’t that long, because at least with you I actually get to cum. But can we stay like this for a while longer before we get up for the shower?”

 

[LucianDevine]

The feel of Harper's nose brushing across his cheek actually made Damon close his eyes ever so briefly. Her words caused that small smile on his face to widen a bit. "A safe word sounds good. This is the first time I've ever tried being rough like that. I just tried to take my cues from you and go from there, but I want to make sure that you know you can stop it whenever you need to, no matter what."

Hearing Harper talk about future encounters actually made Damon's heart jump. It was the first time she'd actually talked about the future in a positive way, let alone insinuating that she would also want it to be more than just this one time.

"Of course we can sweetie..." Damon said softly as he wrapped his arms a bit more fully around her and gave her a gentle squeeze. You can say and do anything you want while you're with me, and I'll do my best to give you everything you want and need...Besides, I like cuddling, especially with you. I like being inside you like this too. I look forward to being inside you as I get hard and holding you close as I make love to you..." Damon let his words trail off as he subconsciously pressed a series of tender kisses to Harper's neck. He wanted to stay like this forever, his cock inside her as they bathed in the afterglow of their orgasms.

 

[Cum_Inside]

Laying here with him was so relaxing, especially as they talked about needs and desires for the future. Granted it was all sex talk, but it had been years since she’d been able to express her needs with any hope that they might actually be considered.

Damon was warm and grounding behind her, a solid support system and she was able to snuggle her face deeper into the flesh of his shoulder while laying there and enjoying the moment with her eyes closed.

She didn’t know how long they laid there, but bit by bit she felt Damon begin to harden inside of her again, a slow pulsing thickening of his cock. She wiggled a little to encourage it and when she felt like he needed relief once more she announced that it was probably time for their shower with a bit of a mischievous twinkle in her eyes.

 

[LucianDevine]

Laying there with Harper, in that most intimate of positions with his cock still inside her was like heaven for Damon. He'd never been one to skimp on aftercare and pillow talk, but this felt completely different. Despite the time they'd spent apart and the fact that they'd never done anything but kiss twice before this night, they were totally in sync with one another.

Even when the two weren't talking, and were just laying back and enjoying the moment, Damon was focused on Harper. His arms slid back and forth slowly, gliding over the soft skin of her stomach and chest, and even brushing against the underside of her breasts every now and again.

It was impossible for Damon to know how long the two lay like that, but he was utterly shocked when he felt a tingling sensation in his groin. He let out a soft sigh as that tingle grew to a stirring sensation that caused his cock to slowly start to swell once more.

Whether or not he would have done something with his hardening cock, Damon would never know, because the feeling of Harper wiggling on top of him all but made that decision for him. A low groan slipped from his lips, and he couldn't resist the urge to lift his hips enough to press the tip of his cock against her cervix once more. The feeling of it sent a shiver coursing through his entire body.

The feel of his hard cock inside Harper once more had made Damon all but forget about the shower the two of them had intended to take. It wasn't until Harper mentioned it that he remembered it at all. He saw the look in her eye as she turned to him and said it though, telling him that there was likely more to come than just a shower.

Damon leaned close to give Harper one more tender kiss before pulling back his hips and giving her one more slow thrust of his cock. "Lead the way my dear. I'm right behind you..." Damon said, still not removing his arms from around her until she made to move.

 

[Cum_Inside]

Harper was hesitant to get up in fear of what he might have to say about the giant bruise on the one side of her body extending from her ribs just about halfway down her thigh. She didn’t want him to see her this way.

Still, Harper couldn’t stay in this position forever. It was difficult to peel herself away from Damon’s chest just due to the immediate chill and loneliness she felt, but Harper was fully aware he’d meet her in the shower once the water was warmed. She laid out two towels and turned the heat up until it was almost enough to scald her (her preference), but would wait and see Damon liked it — she wanted to do the best to provide for him and make him happy during their short time together like a good woman would. He had earned her desire to submit, unlike her current boyfriend.

Standing there under the spray and soaking her hair, Harper waited. She really wanted to suck him off and this seemed like the best place - here in the shower where she could wash away her sins. Giving another man a blowjob was definitely naughty, but Harper was over Cameron’s iron fist and this seemed like a good way to strike back at him in revenge, whether he would ever know or not. Plus she really wanted to feel the heat of Damon’s perfect dick inside her mouth and to sink her throat down around it.

 

[LucianDevine]

Damon could feel Harper's hesitation to move, even though she didn't say it. He continued to hold her close until she finally made to move. Only then did he finally let his arms slip from around her. A low groan slipped from him as he felt his hard cock slide out of her.

With a soft sigh Damon rolled onto his side to watch Harper as she moved towards the bathroom. He once again saw both the giant bruise that he'd seen before. He saw the full of it though, and it horrified him to see that it spammed from her ribs down to her thigh. His eyes flashed with anger, but he didn't say anything. No matter what he might want to say, any one of those things would both ruin the mood and force Harper to retreat into herself once more. He didn't want either of those things though, so he just watched her until she she stepped out of sight in the bathroom. He heard the water turn on, and only then did he force his own body into motion.

Damon rolled off of the bed, but took a moment to stretch, lifting up onto his toes as he extended his arms above his head. He let out another low groan as he felt his muscles loosen a bit before he finally started to walk once more. He moved towards the bathroom, and when he stepped inside he could see the shadow of Harper through the opaque curtain. He couldn't see more than that sadly, not even a silhouette or anything, just a very faint shadow. He moved towards the rear of the tub, taking in the fact that she'd set towels out for them before he brushed the curtain aside and peeking inside. He smiled at the image before him, Harper standing there with her back to the shower, the water cascading around her as she wet her hair and brushed it back and away from her face.

Only when his eyes had taken their fill, and his hands were itching for their turn did Damon finally move to step into the tub and close the curtain behind him. He stepped towards her, moving his hands to her hips. He was startled by the temperature of the water, it's sudden heat making him want to recoil backwards. He stayed his ground though, knowing that the water was just as he liked it and would just take a little bit to adjust to.

"You're even more beautiful when you're wet, y'know that?" Damon asked rhetorically as he moved forward to wrap his arms around her and hold her close, not even minding the water that cascade down on his face and the bit that was bouncing off of her back and hair.

 

[Cum_Inside]

She shook her head in disagreement. She had never felt pretty in her life, let alone now, when the visible damage to her body was on full display from being Cameron’s punching bag.

With hands on his chest, Harper leaned up to kiss him deeply if only to stop that train of thought in its tracks before grabbing the provided soap from the top shelf and beginning to carefully lather every curve and smooth section of flesh stretched over Damon’s body, fingers flicking and playing with his nipples before sliding even lower. When Harper finally reached to his cock, she bent her knees and dropped down on them to look up at him from under the spray, careful to keep her eyes out of the line of fire of the hot water just enough so that she could meet his deep brown eyes.

She soaped his legs, bum, and even his feet, but leaned in to nuzzle her face against the semi-hard throbbing organ in front of her, inhaling and taking in the combined scent of their lovemaking. The thought of it alone made her want to moan but she contained that urge until just after she allowed her tongue to dart out and swirl along the crown of him, still bearing the flavour of her own cunt.

She did moan then, eyes sliding shut in delight.

Reaching forward with both hands, Harper curled one around the base of him and the other just on top of that, both covering his shaft. She remembered how it felt inside of her, but to see that there were still a few inches peaking back at her from above the circle of her hands and that they were too small to contain him sent another stirring deep into her loins.

Her amazement was plain on her face when she looked back up at him, but she still said nothing. Instead, Harper leaned in even further to suckle just the head onto her tongue, savouring the taste of them together and making sure every single millimetre of him was cleaned to the best of her ability using only her mouth. Harper wanted to take this slow and enjoy this, but she also needed him to really make use of her mouth and throat, too; she wanted every inch of her to be claimed by him by the end of the night, and there was nothing she liked better than a decent face/skull fuck. Hopefully in the future they’d get to that point but for now, she only wanted to draw it out and learn the subtle nuances that made his toes curl like any good little girl might for her man.

 

[LucianDevine]

Damon saw Harper shake her head in response to his first statement, but he said nothing. He was glad that she didn't shy away from though, and let his arms encircle her. Her hands pressed against his chest as she leaned up to kiss him, and he happily bent his head down to let her. The kiss was a brief one, and Damon's gaze followed her hands as she reached for the soap. He stood still as she started to lather his body bit by bit, her hands tracing over every curve of every muscle and joint. He let out soft sighs at the gentleness of her touch as she went about her self-appointed task. He gasped softly when her fingers flicked and played with his nipples, smiling at the pleasurable attention before that attention made it's way down his body.

Damon's skin came alive everywhere Harper touched, and his eyes followed her as she worked, not wanting to blink and miss a single second of it. The sight of Harper lowering herself to her knees before him pulled a low moan from Damon. He leaned forward then, bracing his hands against the wall while also using his body to help shield her from the direct spray of the near-scalding water that pounded over and around them. The sight alone had his cock stirring once more, even if her attentions didn't go straight for it. He met her gaze as she looked up at him, and it took every ounce of energy to not reach down to run a hand through her hair. She seemed so happy then, almost peaceful, even as she surprised him and nuzzled her face against his semi-hard but awakening cock. He was of course aware of her hands still soaping up his legs, ass, and even his feet, but his eyes never moved from her big green ones.

The first sight and feel of Harper's tongue swirling around the head of his cock sent a shiver through Damon's body. His body quaked briefly as a sharp gasp slipped from him, all from the briefest of touches of her tongue. He almost didn't heart the moan that slipped from her lips, but he did hear it, and it made his smile widen, even if her eyes closed and were unable to see it.

Damon watched as Harper lifted her hands to encircle his cock. It looked especially big in her small hands, especially when she held him hand over hand but still couldn't hold all of him. The amazement was clearly evident on her face as she opened her eyes to take in the full of his length and then look up at him.

Neither of them said a word in that moment, both just losing themselves in the moment before she leaned in further, pulling just the head of his engorged cock into her mouth. He felt her tongue sliding along and around the head, and his quivered again when he felt it glide along and under the ridge that separated the crown from the rest of the shaft. His hands fisted against the tile of the shower, and he had to struggle to keep his eyes open as he savored the pleasure she was giving him.

 

[Cum_Inside]

After lazily dragging her tongue around the tip of him, alternating with deep sucks of her lips firmly clasped just under the head, Harper’s tongue dipped forward into the slit where salty precum was already beading as if to feed her more of Damon’s nectar. This time she was really looking forward to tasting his sperm in her mouth, and the promise of such a great drive her forward. Damon seemed to like the way her tongue felt rolling around such a sensitive little hole, the passageway to the best cream, because the way his body seemed to shiver and clench against her mouth was pretty telltale; still, she didn’t want to be predictable, so Harper allowed herself to slide deeper onto his shaft until the head knocked against the back of her throat.

Swirling her tongue around the prominent veins on the shaft, Harper’s head began to bob slowly. In random patterns, she’d pull back enough to dip her dexterous muscle back into his slit before sinking down again. Every few minutes, Harper took another inch until she had just under two inches left for her to swallow. She knew that she could do it, but flicking her eyes up at Damon, she reached up for his hands and pulled them down to curl into her hair.

She pulled back to smirk at him, lips soaked in spittle. “I want to feel your dick deep in my throat, baby. Will you give me that honour?” As she talked, her tongue continued to dance around the head as her hands slowly and rhythmically jerked him off with sharp twists of her wrist. “Let me make you happy?”

After a few seconds, her right hand dropped to roll and massage his balls against her palm and her mouth ventured down to follow them, nose buried between them again where his masculine scent was strongest. Sucking one into her mouth and sliding her tongue all around the swollen testicles, Harper paid it just enough attention to make him tense before switching to the other and applying the same treatment. She’d revisit that later, but the glimmering bead at the head of his cock was screaming her name, so Harper slithered back up his body to take his dick back into her mouth again, whining loudly at the tangy burst of flavour on her tongue. It was a pleased sound, and it was her turn to shudder in excitement.

Fuck, but she really loved giving head!

 

[LucianDevine]

Damon had naturally gotten blowjobs before, and naturally enjoyed them. To get one from Harper though, a woman he'd dreamed of being with for so many years, it ramped things up to another level. Everything she did felt better than it had ever felt before, from the lazy drag of her tongue to the firm sucking of her lips.

The first press of Harper's tongue into the opening of his cock pulled a sharp gasp to Damon. His body jerked just a little, and his hands balled into fists against the wall. "Oh fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck!" Damon exclaimed without hesitation when she started to roll her tongue around the opening as best she could, almost like she was trying to tongue fuck his penis.

When Harper let up on her tonguing of the opening and drove her mouth down onto his cock, it gave Damon a moment to catch his breath a little, even if that still felt amazing. The first bump of the tip of his cock against the back of her throat sent another surge through him. She kept there for a few moments, swirling around his cock again, and teasing the swollen vein on the underside of his cock before finally starting to bob her head on his cock.

Damon's mind was utterly lost in what Harper was doing, especially as she changed her stimulation seemingly at random, switching from focusing on the tip, to the deep blow jobs, then swirling around the head, teasing the vein, then taking him deeper whenever she chose, keeping him guessing as she drove him mad with pleasure. He was also utterly unaware of the passage of time, because she was all that existed to him, aside from himself, the wall, and the floor. Nothing else mattered to him, and he loved it!

Somehow Damon managed to keep his open through everything Harper was doing, blinks coming quickly with as much time between them as he could manage. He was entranced by the sight of her pleasuring him, clearly taking at least a little pleasure for herself in the task. He let out a low groan of dismay when she pulled her mouth fully off his cock, even if her hands continued to jack him off with long strokes and rapid twists. It took a moment for him to hear her words, his gaze being focused on the line of spit that still connected her mouth to his cock. His cock jerked in her grip when he saw her flick her eyes up to him, the sight so fucking erotic it was unbelievable.

When Harper reached for his hands, Damon had to adjust himself, forcing his back up to straighten up so he could pull them from the wall. He watched as she lowered them to her hair and instinctively curled his fingers in it. He heard her words, but it took him a moment to fully process what she was saying, a moment that was extended when her hand dropped to cradle his balls and her mouth quickly followed it.

"Oh fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck!" Damon repeated as she buried her face against his scrotum and the pulled one of his swollen testicles into her mouth. "Y-y-yes Harper..." Damon stammered. "Make me happy..." Even as he said the words, Damon only barely knew what to expect. He'd never been balls deep into a woman's throat, but god did he want to be with Harper's. The opportunity came to him sooner than he expected, because after a brief a single bit of suckling to each of his balls, she pounced on his cock once more. He heard the whine of pleasure that came from her, and saw her body quake. He took that opportunity to briefly take control by fisting his hands in her hair and slowly pulling her mouth down on his cock. He was focused only on the amount of his cock that was left outside her mouth. He forced her down, and down, 2 inches left, forced her down, 1 inch left, he backed his hips up and thrust again, 2 inches, forced her down, 1 inch left, forced her down, half an inch, he backed up and thrust again, 2 inches, 1 inch, THERE! His body quaked with pleasure as he buried the last bit of his cock into her mouth and throat, his eyes clenching shut as he held her there for a few moment before loosening his grip on her hair and forcing his eyes to open once more. "Make me happy Harper." Damon said with as much confidence as he could muster in that moment.

 

[Cum_Inside]

Her fingernails dug into his hips as he steadily worked to feed her the entire length of his cock. Finally, finally her nose pressed into the warm skin of his groin and her chin nestled neatly against his balls. Harper looked up at him one more time, wanting to see the expression on his face as she swallowed around him, throat working hard to constrict as much as possible and give him the most friction.

The second she’d sunk down on him Damon’s hands had clenched so hard in her hair she thought he might pull a chunk out, but the most significant feeling the painful grip gave her was extreme arousal. It hurt so damn good! Combined with the knowledge that her new lover’s cock was exactly where she felt it belonged, Harper felt like she could probably get herself off without even touching herself in this moment.

He allowed her to pull back only slightly before her head bobbed back down and she really began to blow him. She was careful to take deep breaths through her nose but after a while that even became difficult with his penis lodged so deep in her airway. She was sure that anyone watching would be able to watch the distension of her trachea every time she bobbed. She sucked him like this for a few minutes before she was able to pull back until the head only remained on her tongue and swirled the wet muscle into the slit just as he liked before diving back down again.

This time when she came off to speak, her voice was hoarse from the way his cock had pounded at her vocal cords.

“I want you to fuck my face, Damon, please? And then I want you to give me that load right on my tongue so that I can taste you,” she entreated, innocent (but wicked) green eyes blinking up at him as though she was merely discussing the weather.

 

[LucianDevine]

The sight of Harper on her knees then, with his cock buried to the hilt in her mouth and those big green eyes looking up at him was almost enough to make Damon cum on the spot. His lip quivered and his body quaked when he felt her swallow around him, her tight throat contracting around his penetrating cock. His eyes drifted closed for the briefest of moments then, the pleasure too much for him to consciously keep them open.

No sooner were the words out of his mouth, than Damon both saw and felt Harper do as he asked. Her head bobbed freely on his cock as his hands simply rested on her hair. His upper body slumped forward until his forehead rested against the wall. The words eager and happy came to Damon's mind as he watched her take his cock into her throat with every bob of her head. He felt her nose brush against his groin with every push, and he couldn't help but enjoy even that small sensation as well.

The sudden shift of attention back to the flared opening of his cock made it jump of it's own volition in her mouth. Damon's grip tightened on her hair once more. His body quaked again, and he found himself struggling not to drive his cock into her mouth. He wanted to give this to her, knowing that she wanted it. Hell, she seemed to want it even more than he did, and that was saying something.

Damon was able to breathe again when Harper switched back to those deep bobbing motions, but those breaths were still coming in sharp and rapid gasps.

The feeling of Harper pulling fully off of his cock made Damon's eyes open. The simple act itself had him wondered when the hell they'd closed. He heard her words and swallowed hard. To think about such a thing was one thing, but to do such a thing to her, treat her that way...To say that he was reluctant was again an understatement, but only because of his concern for her. Sure they'd managed to get his cock all the way into her mouth, but that was with her adjusting as she needed to in order to make it happen. For him to be thrusting...

It was the look in Harper's eyes that finally made up Damon's mind. "I-I'll try Harper, but I need you to promise me that you'll scratch the fuck out of me or do whatever you need to do to get my attention if something feels wrong."

Only when he got the confirmation that he demanded did Damon finally move his hand to grab his cock. He guided it to her mouth, feeding it in until he felt the hyper-sensitive tip hit the back of her throat. He felt a gentle squeeze of her hands on his hips and took a deep breath before moving his hands back to her hair. He pushed further as he felt her adjust her head just so, and let out a low groan as he felt the throbbing head of his cock push into her throat. His grip clenched and his thrust paused for a moment before he could compose himself and push again.

Damon paused a few more times, pushing further only when he was ready and he felt the squeeze of her hands. "Fuck fuck fuck that feels good..." Damon said aloud when he felt and saw his cock hilted in her mouth once more. He waited once more for the squeeze of her hands before he pulled back a couple inches and thrusted. He paused then, waiting for the squeeze before going again, pulling halfway out of her mouth before thrusting again. It felt so wrong to be using Harper like this, using her mouth as his own little fuck toy, but he felt her squeeze again. His grip tightened on her head, holding her in place as he pulled back until just the head of his cock was in her mouth, then lunged forward once more. The feeling of hitting the back of her throat and pushing past all in a single thrusting motion made something in Damon's mind click. He pulled back and thrusted again, enjoying the same feeling once more. Time and again he thrusted, savoring the feeling and the power of the moment. Just as had happened before, Damon let himself forget about hurting Harper, for only these moments, so he could fully use and fuck her just like he'd done earlier in the bed., He knew she wanted it, and there was no stopping it now. His grip tightened in her hair as his hips started to move faster, hammering his cock against the back of her throat several times, savoring the feeling of it before pushing past it into the tight confines of her throat once more. He alternated freely, sometimes just fucking her mouth until he felt her lips tighten around him, and other times fucking clear into her throat. He made her body do what he wanted it to do, switching the speed and depth of his thrusts as he saw fit.

 

[Cum_Inside]

Harper gurgled happily around Damon’s shaft, spit running down her chin and dripping onto her breasts the more he hammered away at her face. Inconsistently he would pull back enough just to give her a quick breath before driving forward again with one hand really pulling at the roots of her hair and Harper felt her body beginning to have that telltale orgasmic feeling. She didn’t think she could ever recall coming untouched but now with Damon treating her the way she wanted to be treated (a dirty slut) while still making it clear that he did respect her outside the bedroom, feeling the subtle ache in her skull from the strong grip in her hair, Harper was happy and somewhat delirious. She knew that he would stop at anytime she made any distress known but Harper but was quite comfortable to remain in this position.

Damon’s thrusts were losing some of his rhythm, so Harper suspected there was about to be a bellyful of cream and it made her close her eyes and let herself go. Harper’s own climax was warm and slick and ran down the insides of her thighs as she trembled there in Damon’s hands, more a toy than anything else in that exact moment while she lost control of her body and he continued to fuck her through it in search of his own orgasm. Eyes rolled back in her head, the only thing that kept her in position was Damon’s powerful grip in her hair as he used her.

 

[LucianDevine]

Damon was so lost in what he was doing, and the sight of Harper on her knees in front of him, clearly enjoying every second of it brought his own orgasm right to the edge of his own consciousness.

It was so close to his previous orgasm, that Damon doubted he could reach it, but everything Harper's throat convulsed around his cock it made him want to thrust again. His beleaguered body was showing it's exhausting, but each thrust pulled it the slightest bit closer, even as he lost his rhythm and the angle shifted periodically. His body started to shake then as he focused on that peak, pushing for it, reaching for it, each muscle in his body tightening, from his toes curling, to his abs, to the fingers that gripped her head so tightly.

Each passing moment found Damon thrusting harder, almost uncaring just then, even for the woman beneath him as he sought out that which he'd never imagined possible, a second orgasm so very close to the first. Soon, even Damon's eyes were clenched shut, his fingers gripping Harper's head with a white-knuckle grip, his hips literally a piston, working of their own volition, driving his cock into her with a strength and speed that was beyond his own comprehension.

Then, at last, he was there! Damon felt it tingling through his body, and redoubled his pace, trying to literally force himself to get that which he so desperately wanted!

A long groan was ripped from Damon's body as his orgasm surged through him. His cock exploded with his hot seed, jerking and twitching with each spurt of his well earned cum. He wanted to keep fucking her through his orgasm, but forced himself to remain still so that his cum hit her tongue like she'd begged him for. Though naturally smaller than his first orgasm, the monumental nature of this being the first time he'd ever cum twice so close together, made it that much more powerful. Even the fact that it was a short-lived orgasm, didn't take anything away from it, not to Damon any way.

The orgasm took with it every bit of strength Damon had left, and his upper body sagged as he leaned his shoulder against the wall while his forehead still rested against the wall as well. The ordeal left him panting and gasping for breath, desperately trying to get air into his lungs before he could even think of moving. The only conscious action he could take was to relax his grip on Harper's head, giving her the freedom to move if she wished.

 

[Cum_Inside]

As Harper swallowed the still plentiful load she rested her face against Damon’s quaking thighs. He was breathing deeply, seemingly off in his own little world, and Harper had to admit that she was quite pleased with herself. Taking a moment to gather her faculties, Harper stood up and briefly took him in her arms to kiss his cheek before she again reached for the soap and began to clean his back this time. She finished in silence, ushering him under the spray to rinse and then shut off the spray when she was satisfied with both of their cleanliness.

She wrapped one towel around her waist, hair still dripping, before grabbing the other and gently towelling her lover dry. By the time she was finished Damon seemed to be coming back down after that intense orgasm and she smiled at him over her shoulder when large, rough hands slid over her shoulders and raised goosebumps in their wake. Harper wrapped her hair in the towel when her body was dry enough and stepped into the protective circle of his arms again.

“Welcome back, baby. I’d ask if you enjoyed that but I think it was pretty clear,” she teased.

 

[LucianDevine]

Damon couldn't help the flush that came to his face as he felt Harper hug him, and kiss his cheek. He doubted that she noticed, given the heat of the water that was dowsing them, but his flush deepened even more as he let her finish washing him, washing herself, and rinsing them both. He'd never felt so drained after a sexual experience, but he still wished he'd been able to help her with her shower.

While he was reluctant to do so, Damon did let Harper dry him. His strength was starting to return though, and when she was done trying him he couldn't resist the urge to touch her. His hands slid their way up her back and around her shoulders, and he offered up his normal small smile as he saw her look back over her shoulder at him. He kept his hands till as she dried her hair, but felt happiness swell within him as she backed up into him so he could wrap his arms around her.

Harper's teasing comment did pull a soft chuckle from Damon. "Thank you, and yes I did. It would have been impossible not to enjoy myself..." His own words actually made him feel guilty. "What about you though, Harper? I couldn't do anything in the shower, but I can help you cum now. It doesn't feel right do do...that without giving you something in return."

 

[Cum_Inside]

She turned in his arms to wrap her arms around his waist and bury her face in the divot of where his neck met his shoulder. Harper shook her head, voice soft when she finally responded. “I don’t need it. It makes me happy to know that you got what you needed to relax. I’ve had the best night and I can’t find anything to complain about.”

She smirked.

“About that... I kinda...” she paused, not sure the best way to go about explaining what had happened.

Finally she blurted sheepishly: “sucking your dick and having you use me that way made me cum! It was so intense, seeing how pleased and excited you were. I couldn’t help myself.”

 

[LucianDevine]

Damon made no attempt to stop Harper from turning around in his arms, and he couldn't help letting out a soft sigh as he felt her arms encircle him and her face buried.

Harper's first statement made Damon smile. He was glad that he could give her that, even if it was only for this night. Her second statement utterly shocked him though. He was so shocked that he actually had to move his hands to her shoulders and push her far enough away so that he could meet her gaze.

"You mean...you...when I was...that's...unbelievable." Damon took a few moments to compose himself as he tried to wrap his mind around what she'd just said. "You enjoyed it that much? I mean...I treated you like a...treated your mouth like a..."

In the end Damon just gave up for the moment, pulling Harper into another hug. "I could get addicted to you, Harper..." He said softly, almost more to himself than to her.

 

[Cum_Inside]

“I did,” she confirmed solemnly.

There was no need to fluff that statement up. It was just pure fact. However...

“Don’t,” she whispered. “Don’t get addicted. I have nothing to give you but pain, Damon, and you’ll realize that someday. It’s probably better to leave this hotel room with only fond memories of this but never look back at what it could have been.”

 

[LucianDevine]

Damon was naturally happy to hear that Harper had enjoyed herself so much, even if he still found it almost impossible to believe. Her second statement though, was another sobering one. Although, it did give him another idea.

"Leave...that's it, what if we just leave, Harper? I could take you away from here...away from him, and away from all his shit. You wouldn't have to tell me why you're so afraid of him. We could just run away from all of it and not look back."

 

[Cum_Inside]

That was all a very nice dream.

But an impossible one - if Cameron didn’t find her, Trey would. She thought back to the girl’s haunted cries and her stomach rolled. If she tried to leave, Harper would find out exactly where the other woman was buried. If the animals hadn’t picked her over, of course.

She shook her head, stepping away. “I can’t,” she murmured, voice hollow. “You don’t understand. I can’t leave.”

Even if she could get away it, Harper couldn’t leave that girl to be alone. She might have been long dead but Harper was the only one left who felt genuine sadness about exactly what had happened that night. This girl’s parents didn’t know what had happened to their daughter. They were still waiting for her to come home.

Harper imagined her, pretty face staring up one last time at the stars as the life bled out of her, horrified that her last few moments had to be spent with monsters and not people who loved her.

Harper had cried so many times, wishing things had been different. Wishing she might have done something. Wishing...

But it was too late. All Harper could do was stay, and so she did. Faithfully guarding this girl’s memory, taking on all the pain Cameron wanted to dish out to prevent someone else from going through the terrible circumstances two years prior.

With a tiny flinch, Harper snapped back to reality.

She wanted to stay with Damon but it was clear that her time was up.

“I have to go,” she said solemnly, pulling away from him after one final, soft kiss. She only wrung out her hair enough to stop it dripping everywhere before throwing it up in a messy bun and shrugging back into her clothes from the evening prior.

“Thank you for tonight, Damon. I’ll never forget, but this is only a memory now.”

And she left him there, motel door closing firmly behind her.

She had no idea how she was going to get home.

Fuck.


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Some passing soul had taken pity on her, arms wrapped tightly around herself as she sat waiting for the shuttle bus in the brisk morning rain shower. The shuttle was cheaper but took twice as long as any other form of transportation but it would do in a pinch. Still, a passerby, a sweet middle-aged woman, rolled her window down and asked Harper where she needed to go. She hesitated, but the draw of getting out of the rain won over.

Maybe it was stupid.

Maybe Harper felt like the girl wouldn’t be alone if something bad happened to Harper - she’d have some companionship in the afterlife.

But maybe Harper did have faith that there was good in some people after seeing the kindness that existed in Damon and his soft affect towards Harper.

She needn’t have worried. The woman, Wanda, was friendly and talkative and wrapped Harper in one of her children’s hoodies laying forgotten in the backseat for warmth and turned the heated seat on. She made Harper feel comfortable and reminded her of the gentle manner her mother had once had before Cameron cut her off entirely from her family. She hadn’t seen them in so long. Gosh, she missed her mom.

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The house was chilly when she unlocked the door and set her purse near the door and peeled off some of her wet layers. Despite the morning, the day was already hazy with the rain and the living room was darkened past the foyer with the curtains closed. She’d just toed out of her shoes when she heard something that froze her even more deeply than the cold rain showers had.

“Harper. It’s so early for you to be awake — don’t you normally sleep in? Or...” The tone was razor sharp, words husky and quiet but oh so threatening.

“Are you just getting in? Where the fuck have you been? You see, I came by to check on you and the house, since I’d hate for anything to happen,” conversational now, but still warning, “and imagine my surprise to find you not here, even though I’ve been here all.fucking.night.”

Harper rotated slowly, eyes probing through the dark to land on the imposing figure leaning forward on the end of the recliner, his knees spread and elbows resting on them with fingers steepled under his chin. His eyes burned right through her and she knew she had to tread lightly. The only problem was that she had no idea what she should say.

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She dropped her eyes and continued removing her shoes.

“My mom called. I spent the night over there — she’s been sick so she wanted to see me.”

It was shaky at best but Harper did know from talk around town that her mother had indeed been under the weather. She just hoped that her information was somewhat recent and that he wouldn’t really care to investigate. Harper knew better, but she had no other option but to pray; Cameron might have been the one to beat her around most frequently, but everyone involved knew the truth.

Trey was the brains and the balls behind the scenes — none of this would be happening if not for him, and Harper hadn’t missed his leering eyes on her when he’d come over to watch the game or eat dinner with them. He would have been attractive if he wasn’t so sick in the head. Shame.

“If I would have known you were coming I would have made other arrangements. Thanks for peeking in - it’s lonely without Cam.”

She watched him push himself up to his full height — just over 6’1. He practically covered the entire living room floor in two massive strides before he was swinging her around to look at him full in the face, green eyes locked with his own icy blue. His fingertips dug into her sides. A slow grin full of teeth crawled across his face before he pushed a wet strand of hair that had been clinging to her cheek behind her ear.

“Now, now, Harper Adeline Lawson — I thought I’d taught you better than this. After so many years, you think you can lie to me?”

His voice was soft now, still a deep bass but hushed. Trey stroked that hand that had pushed her hair aside over her neck and shoulder, serious eyes pinning her down. It was as if he was reading her mind.

Harper shook her head.

“No — Neither of us are stupid enough for that.”

He took a deep breath and brushed his nose along her cheekbone, his eyelashes brushing against her skin. He had never been this close to her and it made the hair on the back of her neck raise even as he made this pleased little rumble deep in his throat at the natural scent of her skin, pebbled from not only the cold wet morning but also the terror she was experiencing.

Her brain was screaming, get away, get away from him! Run, run, RUN!

Dumb fear keep her rooted. This man was dangerous. The number one rule was to never turn your back on the enemy.

But it all short circuited and Harper let out a horrified gasp when he followed it up with:

“I knew you weren’t a dumb cunt like Leah. I have so many high hopes for you, Harper, and lying to me was the last thing she ever— oh. Wait — that wasn’t the last thing, was it?”

His laugh was chilling.

“Enough about her. She’s in pieces in the ravine somewhere, rotten by now. She doesn’t matter. What matters is that you tell me the truth, baby. I know you’re scared to disappoint me, but I promise I won’t be mad. I will be if you tell me one.more.goddamn.lie, though,” he emphasized.

His mouth was only a hair’s breadth away now.

Harper’s heart thudded painfully against her chest and her breaths were uneven shuddery little gasps of air.

She was helplessly frozen, uncertain of what to do or say, or even if there was anything to say at all. He’d tempted her on purpose, whispered the only person’s name she’d wished so many times to hear, unsure whether any of that was the truth or not, hesitant in case he was trying to trick her. It was the first time he’d ever spoken about that night, even two years later.

Had she mentioned that he was smart? Manipulative, but intelligent. There was no denying it.

“I...”

He was going to find out anyway.

Might as well tell him the truth. Maybe a half-truth? Certainly not that she’d been cheating on his best friend all night and doing exactly what she should not be.

“I’m sorry. I was at the bar. I got a bit too drunk and I slept it off in a motel since I could barely walk straight. I’m sorry, Trey. Please. I won’t do it again.”

 

[LucianDevine]

Even as he said the words, Damon knew that they were nothing but a fantasy. He knew what Harper was going to say before she even said it, though that didn't make hearing it any easier. He desperately wanted to hold onto her as he accepted the last soft kiss she gave him, and he didn't want to let go...but he did. He followed her out of the bathroom, but could do nothing but stand there and watch as she got hastily did up her hair, got dressed, said goodbye, and left the room.

There was nothing for Damon to do in that moment, especially with how empty both he and the room felt. It didn't help that he knew what his agent and publicist would say if he told them about Harper. They'd tell him to just let it go, take the songs he'd written, and forget about her. Everything about her was a risk to her career, both physically from the Cameron and his friends, and publicly, being that him sleeping with an engaged woman would be an unwelcome scandal.

"AAAAAAH...FUCK..." Damon groaned in exasperation after a while before cussing and forcing his body to move. He headed to the bathroom to grab a fresh towel. Damon hastily got dressed in a pair of shorts and a t-shirt, not caring how he looked because of what he was about to do. He grabbed his phone, a portable battery pack, his room key,and his earbuds, and headed out the door. He let the door slam loudly behind him, not caring about anybody else in that moment. He took long and fast strides towards the elevator, pushed the button, and entered when it arrived, pushing the button for the ground floor.

One of the few things that could help him get rid of so much frustration would have been a good long swim, but being as early as it was, he knew the pool was still closed. The fitness room was already unlocked though. It wouldn't be the same kind of workout, and would definitely make him sore, since he wasn't used to long stretches of what he was about to do, but again, he couldn't care less just them.

Damon opened the door, and took a quick look around the medium-sized room. He was happy to see that the room was empty, not entirely a surprise, given how early it was, but some people keep odd hours. Damon headed straight for the treadmills, taking the one that was the farthest from the door. He put his earbuds in, selected the playlist he wanted from his phone, put the phone in the cup holder, set a warm up pace, and started to jog. It was a struggle to lose himself in what he was doing, especially with the slower warm up pace. Only when he felt loosened up did he finally turn up the speed and really start to run.

 

[Cum_Inside]

His eyes fell closed and he nodded.

Trey didn’t really trust her but at least she seemed like she might be willing to behave for now, and that meant that he could get to the bottom of where she had been if he was easier on her. You could catch more bees with honey, after all.

He had waited so fucking long to be this close to her. Although she was Cameron’s girl, Cameron would never dare step on Trey’s toes if he said he wanted Harper. Trey’s family basically ruled this town, and Trey’s father ensured that the young man got whatever he wanted. He was spoiled and he knew it, but he honestly didn’t give a fuck. He had the world where he wanted it.

Soon, Harper would also be his.

He might have to coax her into it, but he’d put in the work for that; she was a delicate soul and he didn’t want to break his pretty new toy so early.

“I know it’s been hard on you, baby,” he whispered. “I never meant for that. I only want you to be safe, and neither of us want you to end up like her.”

The minuscule distance between them closed even further.










Harper’s heart was thudding in her chest, so petrified of what was happening.

She gulped, still standing frozen for a moment.

It was probably best if she played along, as sick as that thought made her. She might be able to squeeze information out of him if she played that sick game — he’d slipped once (well, she didn’t know if that had been intentional or not) and given her a name. What else might he give her?

“I’m sorry Trey. I don’t know why I did that, but I needed to clear my head. Thank you for understanding. I couldn’t drink that horseshit Cameron calls beer.”

Trey laughed softly, a rumble that vibrated through his entire chest.

“Mmm, it’s fucking disgusting,” he agreed. “I know something that probably tastes a hell of a lot better.”

That was all the warning she got before Trey’s mouth pressed firmly against hers and worked smoothly but slowly, savouring the first touch of Harper’s lips.

If she fought back that might change things, but for now he was quite pleased to find that she wasn’t declining him.

His hands grasped her waist and pressed her solidly against him, no space at all between their bodies.

Harper’s eyes remained wide open, resigned.

 

[LucianDevine]

Damon stared straight ahead as he ran, lost in his own head as his feet pounded against the treadmill. The only awareness he had was to turn up the speed on the treadmill every now and then. Even his music was barely registering in his mind, despite the fact that he'd chosen his playlist full of fast tempo songs specifically to get his heart pumping.

With his beleaguered mind so focused on everything that had happened Damon had no mind left to spare to think about the passage of time. He ran until his lungs burned and a stitch in his side that literally felt like he was being stabbed. Despite both of those things, he endured, almost as though he was punishing himself. Even his stamina had limits though, and when he was finally forced to push stop on the treadmill he was drenched with sweat and gasping for breath. He still had enough wherewithal to turn the treadmill back on so that he could cool down, but that was about it.

Only when his heart and breathing had calmed down did Damon finally push stop on the machine once more and step off of it. He pulled his ear buds out, and reached for the towel with one hand and his phone with another.

"That was quite the display you put on."

The words came from behind him and caught Damon off guard. He jumped a little and turned to face the person that spoke. https://img5.goodfon.com/wallpaper/...grapher-model-girl-brunette-brown-hair-wa.jpg She was beautiful to be sure, with tussled brown hair falling down around her face. Her light brown eyes had a certain gentleness to them that helped put him at ease, despite the awkward circumstances.

"I didn't mean to startle you, but I had to say something after witnessing that. Was it a someone on your mind or a something?"

He bowed his head and chuckled, actually blushing a bit. "A someone..." Damon started as he started to towel himself off.

"I had a feeling it was a someone. I've had a couple of runs like that in the past as well. There are other ways to exhaust yourself though, much more fun ways if you catch my drift." Her shapely hips swayed as she spoke, clearly and shamelessly offering him the chance to hook up with her if he chose.