Soul-Searching (Closed for Cum_Inside)

[LucianDevine]

Damon simply looked on as Harper made quick work of his belt, zipper and boxers, and let out a low groan when he felt the heat of her hands on his semi-hard cock. If he had any question about how tonight was going to be different than the last time they'd been together, the quick and rough strokes of her hands on his cock made that perfectly clear. He didn't fight her though, or the feelings her touch pulled from him. His eyes slipped closed as he shamelessly groaned with pleasure.

Harper's words made Damon open his eyes and look down at her. There wasn't time to meet her gaze though, because the moment the words were out of her mouth, that same mouth dropped down onto his cock and started bobbing with vigorous purpose. The suddenness of her mouth on his cock caught him off guard, even if he knew it was coming. A gasp slipped from his lips before he could stop it, and a series of moans followed it. His hand moved to her hair, but as everything else about this blowjob was different than the previous one, so too would that. He wasn't going to fuck her face.

The situation was so uniquely confusing in it's entirety. He wanted her but couldn't have her. She wanted him, but was forced to be with somebody else. One could almost call it pity sex, but with the roles strangely reversed. Sure, he was going to cum from this. That much couldn't be doubted, but she was doing this more for herself and her own potential orgasm and he knew it. Those thoughts made it harder for him to enjoy the mouth that bobbed so perfectly up and down on his cock, but her skill and eagerness were more than a match.

 

[Cum_Inside]

Harper swallowed him to the root. It made her gag, but with a couple deep breaths through flared nostrils, Harper managed to constrict her lips and throat around him. She worked quickly, very aware of the time constraints. Although she would have liked to draw this out she knew she had no time.

Although Damon’s stamina was quite strong, Harper managed to get him off within six minutes of her mouth on his dick.

She swallowed his cum with a happy sigh, raising back onto her knees with a smile. As she did so, she wiped the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand and leaned forward to press a soft kiss on his lips.

“Thank you,” she whispered. “I really needed this.”

As she talked, Harper tucked his softened cock safely away in his boxers again and zipped his pants.

Although it felt dirty to suck and sneak, she had to get going.

It didn’t mean that she didn’t rest against the car door admiring him for a bit longer than was probably safe; she loved watching him in the throes of his orgasm and cool-down periods; he was one heck of a gorgeous specimen, but especially then when he was vulnerable and open, unconcerned about her heavy stare.

 

[LucianDevine]

Despite the thoughts plaguing his mind, his body had a mind of it's own. His moans filled the car in a seemingly endless stream as he enjoyed the oral attentions that Harper was more than happy to give. The sudden feeling of her dropping all the way down on his cock, taking him into her throat helped her cause though. He gasped every time he did it, his legs spasming a bit as his cock jerked in her throat as he felt it constrict around his penetrating dick.

It was one of those deep-throat maneuvers that finally proved too much for Damon's stamina. He didn't know how long it had been, but he was only human after all. His cock jerked in her throat again, this time overflowing with a weeks worth of cum. She kept her mouth there, constricting time and again around his spasming cock, like she was trying to milk every drop from his balls. He heard the happy sigh she made as she drained him dry, and he was right there with her, collapsing back against the seat with a breathless sigh of his own.

Sadly though, there wasn't truly time to savor the moment. Harper pulled her mouth came off of his dick, rose back up, and wiped the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand before pressing a soft kiss to his lips. She then thanked him for allowing her this as her hands put his dick back in his boxers and zipped up his pants. The words sounded so foreign in this situation, her thanking him for letting her suck him off, but he did understand. "I know you did sweetie. You're welcome, and thank you as well." Damon said softly, silently wishing the moment could last longer.

Despite his feelings on the matter, Damon didn't stop Harper from getting out of the car. He simply turned to watch her leave, admiring her form once more before she closed the door behind her. He relaxed back against the seat then, closing his eyes as he mentally readied himself for the drive back to the hotel. He hated leaving things like this, especially after he told her that he wouldn't run this time, but she was a grown woman right? She'd gotten herself into this mess, and it wasn't his responsibility to get her out of it. The words made sense in his brain, but felt so damn wrong in his heart. What more could be done though?

 

[Cum_Inside]

Harper had just neatly pulled into the drive and managed to make it into the house to pull off her shoes before the “curfew” was up.The only light in the house was the light from some late night infomercial where Trey had chosen to keep the TV on while he waited for her. He looked up at her when her rustling finally came to a stop, eyes lifted from his phone screen.

“That took a while,” he commented quietly, no apparent threat in his words. Harper knew better - she felt like he was feeling her out, so she forced a straight face.

“Couldn’t get Bobby Jo to leave,” Harper shrugged easily. “Sorry babe.”

She padded quietly across the floor and settled herself into his lap, straddling his knees. Her bottom rested on his thighs.

“You boys seemed to have a good night. It was nice to have company while I worked.”

He nodded, setting his phone aside on the cushions.

“Seemed like you had a lot of company.”

It was nonchalant, searching.

Harper’s eyebrows crumpled into what she hoped was confusion. “Huh? Grant? Hardly — it’s not like there’s more than one watering hole in town. I think he was more into the microphone than anything else, but it doesn’t matter, does it? He won’t be staying long, I don’t think, and who really cares? He’s nobody,” she scoffed, anxiety bubbling in her throat. She prayed that he couldn’t see the truth — the way even Damon’s name quickened her pulse under her skin and soaked her groin in pleasure.

She leaned forward to nuzzle at his jaw and press a soft kiss to his lips.

Trey snorted.

“He’s always been nobody,” he said with a sneer. “Just as long as everyone knows that.”

And then there was no more talking — Trey snatched Harper by the waist and carried her up the stairs to bed where he did allow her to brush her teeth and get ready for bed before he rode her body long and hard in the dark.

 

[LucianDevine]

It was impossible for Damon to mask his reluctance with the whole situation. He watched her turn from his car and walk to her own, wishing every second that she would turn around and change her mind. It was foolish, and naive, but he wished it all the same.

Damon waited until Harper's car was out of sight around the corner before finally starting up his own car. He took out his phone and turned it off, letting out a heavy sigh as he did. It took a conscious effort for him to force himself to put the car into gear and make the short drive back to the hotel.

After kicking off his shoes, Damon headed immediately for the bathroom, pulling his shirt over his head and tossing it to the floor on the way. His pants made it as far as the doorway, and only his boxers made it into the bathroom proper. The shower that Damon took gave him nothing. He normally enjoyed the feeling of the water pounding down onto him, but he couldn't even muster up a tiny bit of joy. He hated feeling this way, and with a frustrated groan he turned off the water, grabbed the towel and stepped out of the shower. He dried himself off and tried to go to sleep, but really just ended up tossing and turning.

Damon wasn't really aware of the passage of time as he tossed and turned on the bed. His mind was being overrun with so many things that he didn't even know how long he'd been there until his phone alarm went of. It wasn't until he saw the name of the alarm that he realized what time it was. He took his time getting out of bed, knowing that he had a bit of extra time since he'd already showered. When the time came to leave, he was ready for it. He brought his phone,but left his towel, headphones, and water bottle in the room. He knew what he wanted to do, and it didn't require any of those things.

When Trisha opened the door and stepped in, Damon was waiting for her. He saw her cast her gaze around the room, naturally starting with the treadmill before finally finding him resting against the wall. When their eyes met he moved towards her. "When we first met, you mentioned another way to exhaust myself...a more..**** way..." Damon started as he held her light brown gaze with his own dark brown one. "I was...uh...wondering if that offer still stood..." his bottom lip found it's way between his teeth as he put himself out there, not knowing if she'd truly meant it or what she would say.

"I thought you'd never ask." Trisha's words were confident and shameless, and no sooner were they out than her mouth was pouncing on his. One of her hands was still full with the stuff she brought down each day, but the other one proved to be more than enough to push Damon against the wall. She used her body to hold him there, pressing every bit of her curvy body against him that she could, all the while kissing him with a lustful fervor.

"Your place or mine...Or do you want to strip down and do it right here?" Damon asked when he was finally able to pry her mouth from his for more than half a second. "Mine." The single word came with her free hand dropping to grab his. She pulled him through the door of the fitness room to the elevator, and after she pushed the button for her floor and the door closed she pinned him against the elevator and kissed him once more. The elevator was filled with the smacking of their lips until it finally dinged when they got to her floor. She then led him to her room, unlocked the door, and dragged him inside.

 

[Cum_Inside]

Harper was bruised the next morning.

Her tailbone ached and her legs shook when she tried to climb from the bed, already long cold from Trey going to work. He'd barely stopped last night, some unspoken need to tear her into pieces completely and stake his claim on her until there was no doubt. The inside of her thighs and her labia were fire-engine red from all the rough use and Harper flinched when she wiped after using the washroom prior to the shower.

She slid down the inside of the enclosure and cried for a long time, losing track, before she finally managed to draw herself up onto her knees and then further still until she was standing and leaning against the glass.

"I fucking hate this," she murmured to herself. "I can't do this."

But she did -- she had no choice but to "do this".

******

Try did not leave her alone when he was not working.

There was no freedom.

That evening, sitting at the table as he watched the news and ate his porkchop, boots still on even at the table, Harper had her back to him while she washed up the pans. The clink of his beer bottle on the table and the sound of his knife on the plate was the only sign of movement over the volume of the television, but Harper was sure that he was waiting for her to break the tense silence.

Her shoulders were drawn up and pressed closed to her body in anxiety, thinking hard about the words to say, but in the end it didn't matter.

Trey's voice was relaxed when he appeared at her back, sitting his plate down into the suds, breath hot against her ear.

"Want to go into the canyon on the side-by-side this weekend, baby? I think you've been working hard and you deserve a bit of a break."

It was casual, and Harper knew he was only doing it so that some of the suspicions of him caging her was eliminated; he had to give her some leeway if he expected her to continue being a willing victim.

She nodded, lip sucked between her teeth.

"Yeah, that might be nice," she finally decided, wonderingly...

******

Somewhere out there, Leah waited for her, cries echoing in the darkness.

 

[LucianDevine]

A stray beam of sunlight made it's way through the curtains and found it's way to Damon's face. He let out a soft groan as he stirred from his sleep. He tried to roll over, but a weight on his shoulder was preventing it. He opened his eyes and saw Trisha curled up beside him with her head in the crook of his shoulder.

The sight of Trisha brought the events of the previous night to his mind, and he let out another groan as he turned his head away from the sun and lifted his free hand cover his eyes and rest on his forehead. Despite everything that happened though, he didn't regret what he'd done with Trisha. It would only be a one time thing since she was checking out tomorrow, and he was going to be gone in a couple of weeks, but it was a nice distraction and something they both seemed to want.

As much as Damon didn't want to disturb Trisha though, he needed to go to the bathroom. He felt her stir the moment he moved, and he hoped that she'd turn the other way and roll off of him, but sadly she didn't. He braced his feet on the bed and slid his upper body slowly upwards, trying to let her head slide off of shoulder as gently as he could. She stirred again, but didn't seem to wake up, and he offered up a small smile before grabbing his phone and heading towards the bathroom.

Damon turned on his phone as he sat down on the toilet, not wanting to bother with lifting the seat to pee. His phone sounded off several times, pulling his attention towards it. He saw that he had several texts, a couple missed calls, and a voicemail. He went straight for the voicemail. He pushed the button and lifted the phone to his ear.

"Damon man, what the hell? When you wanted to go home we understood, and even sent a couple decoys to the west coast. You were fine for two weeks then I get woken up by a string of alerts from people saying that they not only saw you, but recorded you singing at karaoke. I mean come on. What the hell were you thinking? Anyway, call me back when you get this and we'll figure out what to do."

After hanging up the phone and setting it face down on the bathroom counter, Damon lowered his head into his hands. "Oh fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck..." He cussed softly to himself before getting up, flushing the toilet and moving to turn on the shower. He washed his hands, grabbed the folded towel, and put it on the rack.

As Damon moved, he caught sight of himself in the mirror, and the sight made him sigh once more. He'd been so distracted by waking up and the alerts on his phone that he hadn't noticed the stinging sensation. He just shook his head slowly and let out a soft chuckle. Trisha was a tiger in the sack. That much couldn't be denied, and though he'd felt her nails rake his back, he didn't quite expect to see the bright red lines that started just below his shoulder blades and went down his back.

"One more thing for the list..." Damon said jokingly to himself. He moved towards the shower once more, wanting to feel the heat of the water pounding down on him. The hot water changed the stinging sensation on his back to a burning one, but he barely flinched. He just took a long breath, exhaled, and happily allowed him to get lost in the simpleness of the moment.

Damon was so lost in the moment that he didn't hear the door open, hear the brushing back of the curtain, or notice the slight temperature change. He wasn't aware of another presence until he felt a pair of hands gliding down his back, right on the fresh scratches. "Mmm" He let out softly, enjoying the tenderness of the touch in that moment.

"I guess I did get a bit carried away, didn't I?" The question was soft but audible, but still somehow confident, every bit like Trisha. Damon simply turned around and smiled at her as he moved his hands to her hips as hers did the same.

"No Trish...It was perfect. It was everything I needed. Thank you so much." Damon leaned in to kiss Trish, and he was happy when she allowed him to. This kiss was a soft and tender one, completely different from the hard and passionate kisses from the night before. He savored every second of it, not knowing when he'd get to feel a connection like this again.

 

[Cum_Inside]

Standing there cliffside, looking down into the valley, the river cutting a winding path between the trees and rocky outcroppings, Harper closed her eyes and breathed it all in. She hadn’t been out here for years, even if it was the best hunting spot in the county. Cameron has brought her out here all the time in high school to tag deer, but the older they got the less frequent that became until it finally stopped.

Now, standing here next to Trey with his fingers curled possessively around hers and a rifle held in his other hand, both in gaudy hunter orange, Harper felt anything but the excited adrenalin rush that accompanied her first big game takedown. Her hair was on edge, body coiled in anxiety.

Wide green eyes opened and focused once more.

Trey would not give her a gun and she had to be frightened that he’d her out here to kill her, but she was on her best behaviour. She couldn’t slip up; Leah was counting on Harper to bring justice to her.

Harper had made peace with this decision after Damon had returned. She’d spent her days thinking back on what had been the best night of her life with a man she was pretty sure that she was very, very fond of. Although she had never imagined thinking of it this way, having that experience was something she could go to her grave happy having had.

Laying there in the dark last night, Harper had made up her mind. She’d always been ashamed of herself to have let Leah die without intervening somehow. She had to bring peace to Leah’s family and honour her memory. Harper had to find her and free her. It might mean that she died fighting for Leah, but Harper was ready for that, too.

She’d die trying to bring Leah and her family comfort if she had to.

 

[LucianDevine]

Damon took his time in the shower with Trisha, happily taking the time to wash her entire body, almost to the point of worshiping her lovely female form before she finally turned the water off.

Trisha and Damon dressed in companionable silence, and as he gathered up his things before leaving her words topped him. "I hope she realizes how lucky she is, whoever she is..." She let her voice trail off then, and Damon simply let his normal smile come to his lips as he nodded before moving to hug her once more. "Thanks, Trish. It's her decision though, and I won't try and force it. I'm not that kind of guy." He pressed a soft kiss to her cheek and gave her one final gentle squeeze before he left her room.

When Damon got back to his room, he called his publicist to see how bad the "damage" was. He naturally hoped for the best, but wasn't surprised to hear that the person who'd posted a video of most of his performance the night before had included the city, state, and name of the bar in the description. What that basically meant was that if he wanted to go out into the public with the least risk of getting seen by any paparazzi or fanatic fans/haters, he should do it sooner rather than later. It would take time for them to find out about it, schedule the flight, bus, or plan the trip, and then finally get here.

When a full plan was more or less formed, Damon hung up the phone. He still felt a bit lethargic after everything that had happened the previous night. So he decided to deviate from the plan a little. He chose instead to use Doordash to get groceries delivered. In reality there was much less risk, in theory, since only one person would know who he was and where he was, and that only mattered if the person cared about current pop culture.

Damon knew that he was going to have some time before his groceries arrived. So he actually chose to sit down at his computer to try and work on some songs. His mood was different now that he had gotten at least some form of closure in regards to the "Harper issue". So it made it easier for him to focus on the same kinds of songs. Working on them didn't exactly make him feel good, but at least he was able to make some progress. He only had another two weeks on this reservation, after which he'd probably go back home to New York. So it was better to try and get the things done that he'd come here for. It would be a lot harder when he was surrounded by the hustle and bustle of the larger city, and he hoped to have a full CD's worth of songs done before that happened.

 

[Cum_Inside]

Looking in from the outside, any observer would never have thought that there was anything but love and trust between Trey and Harper as they tracked through the woods and deeper into the valley. They planned to camp overnight and return home early morning, and Harper was content to remain quiet as they hiked. Trey seemed fine with it too; the only sound was the crack of twigs and brush underneath their boots.

About half a mile past the campsite, a stone circle of stones nestled between a grove of spruce where the weeds and most didn’t seem to grow, abutting the man-made barrier but never crossing, the ground was littered with tiny little brown needles that was quite a shock to the eyes from the greenery all around. The diameter was about thirty or forty feet and just perfect for a decent sized camping set-up. The fire pit was shored up with the same smooth gray stones piled four rows high, and there was a decent sized lake that was fed by a pretty little waterfall etched into the stone-face of the cliffs not more than another quarter-mile past that, too. It really was an idyllic spot.

Trey settled his pack down just inside the circle and cast his hand over his eyes just above his brow bone to shelter them from the glare of the midday sun.

His smile was genuinely joyful when he offered it to her.

“Isn’t it a gorgeous day?” He asked, looking over his shoulder at her.

Harper grinned back.

“Yeah. It’s beautiful. I haven’t been out this way in God knows how long. I missed it,” she responded honestly. Harper began to pull the tent from the fabric bag it was contained it to help him set up. The faster they accomplished the task, the quicker they could explore and relax. Trey planned to hunt down a rabbit or some such for a true wild evening out.

Things were quiet again while they worked, and Harper realized she was grateful for the day so far. The fresh air in her lungs was envigorating, rejuvenating her energy, causing her to think again about the entire reason she was out here in the first place. It was extremely unlikely that she’d find any hint of Leah, but being here made her feel closer to the other woman somehow. It felt like she was at least doing something for once, instead of pretending that nothing had ever happened at all.

She wasn’t just going to let her life pass her by any longer. Harper refused to be a mere witness to her story and not an active participant.

Damon has changed everything she thought she’d wanted, and along with that came more desire to accomplish certain tasks and make things right.

Harper thought about him constantly, but she was no good for him at all. Her scars were carved too deep. There were too many secrets to back out now, and she couldn’t allow him to get involved.

 

[LucianDevine]

Despite the fact that Damon was about as comfortable with the way things with Harper had gone down, it didn't stop the thoughts of her from flowing freely in his mind. They were great for the music he was creating, but pure hell on everything else. It got to the point where he had to leave and head to the liquor store. He bought a few big bottles of cheap rum and one big bottle of higher quality rum.

Between the combined 4 bottles of rum and his groceries, Damon was going to be set for quite a bit. He didn't necessarily know if he was going to be sharing the big bottle with anybody like Harper or Trisha or if he was going to drink it himself, but his plan was to drink all four bottles before he went home in two weeks.

 

[Cum_Inside]

The air was cleaner out here and despite the heaviness of the burden Harper carried, it was genuinely a relaxing night spent in the wilderness. They sat by the fire for hours until smoke had permeated every single pore and fibre of their clothing, saturating even Harper’s hair. They talked like they were normal people and not two people that still struggled to get along, laughing and reminiscing about they people they’d known and funny stories from high school, and when Trey jabbed her in the cheek with a marshmallow on the end of a stick that he’d grabbed for s’mores, Harper fought that she really fucking bates this man — he was grinning joyously, mirth lighting his face light a child at Christmas as she swatted at his stick and pouted back at him.

After that they snacked in companionable silence. When it came time for bed, Trey didn’t push for more than a couple slow kisses and Harper fell asleep surprised at the cadence of the evening; she hadn’t thought he was capable of such a great evening away.

****

Harper was searching through the organic food section for the particular brand of almond butter that Trey liked before checking out. The cart was loaded since she’d just gotten paid, and she definitely didn’t need any junk food, but she was craving chocolate so she maneuvered the cart down the aisles until she was reaching the end of the store to debate which bar she wanted to eat on the way home.

She was always so indecisive when it came to this kind of thing. It seemed silly, but Harper imagined it was because it was the only control she had on a daily basis. She didn’t want to waste it.

 

[LucianDevine]

The next few days were exactly what Damon had imagined when he scheduled this visit home. He didn't wander anywhere farther than his balcony. Between his room, his balcony, and his mind, he had everything he needed to put his mind in a good place and keep it there. His thoughts did occasionally stray to less happy things, but that's what the rum was for. It dulled the senses he needed dulling without actually messing with his creativity.

****

Damon found himself a little annoyed when the groceries he'd ordered started to run out that he'd expected. He thought about just ordering another batch, but was put off by the additional wait time that came with that option. He ultimately decided that he was going to head to the grocery store. Several days had passed, and he'd gotten quite a bit of work done. It didn't really matter if he was seen or recognized now.

When Damon got to the grocery store, he ran into the age-old problem that plagued everybody at least once in their life. He was shopping while he was hungry...He had had enough foresight to grab a basket instead of a cart, hoping that the smaller container would keep his hungry brain in check. He walked quickly up and down each aisle, his gaze focused intently on the shelves as he plucked the things that he wanted. While it didn't matter whether or not he was seen, he still wanted to get things over and done with as quickly as possible. Of all the aisles that were hard to skip when one is hungry, the candy aisle is definitely one of them. His gaze continued to be fixed on the shelves, even as he walked. He was actually oblivious to his surroundings in that moment, and he didn't even see the woman that he was getting closer to. The only reason he ended up noticing her was because he walked straight into her back wit the full force of his walking stride.

"Oh shit!" Damon burst out, cussing before he could stop himself. "I'm so sorry, Are you okay?" Damons words came out in a flurry as he apologized to the woman. She was semi-splayed out over the front basket part of her fully-loaded cart. He wanted to reach out and help her stand up fully, but was afraid she might cry rape or something. So all he could do was stand there like an idiot until she righted herself.

 

[Cum_Inside]

With a wince and a hiss, Harper felt the hard plastic of the shopping carts handle drive into the bottom of her rib cage just under her breasts. As she took a moment to breathe through the discomfort, she had already planned to give the careless person a piece of her mind. Spinning around, Harper opened her mouth to retort.

The words froze in her throat.

She never could find the right thing to say to Damon, but there was no way in hell she could bring herself to reprimand the man she suspected she had strong feelings for, even if they’d come on suddenly. Plus, Damon was one of the best people she knew. He didn’t deserve that.

“I’m fine,” she said finally, their eyes meeting. “It’s fine, Damon. I think you should maybe watch where you’re going, though — it’s not like I’m small. I’m hard to miss,” she joked haltingly, uncertain of herself.

Things had been a bit awkward the last time they’d been together and she didn’t want him to be uncomfortable by any means, but even glancing over his handsome face, rugged with a five o’clock shadow but still boyish and sweet, Harper’s heart thudded in her chest. She was glad to see him.

Some of the tension gathered over the last several days melted away from the set of her shoulders and she smiled weakly.

“I’m... I’m sorry about last time,” she offered. “I know it was wrong of me. I’m glad we run into each other (literally) to set things straight. How have you been?”

 

[Lucian_Devine]

Damon's heart sank even more when he saw that the person he'd rammed into was Harper. She had enough shit on her plate without having to deal with morons that weren't watching where they were going. "Harper I..." Damon started before Harper started to speak. He let her words cut him off as he just bowed his head and shook it.

The weak smile that he saw on Harper's lips pulled at Damon's heartstrings Her words did as well, and he let her finish before shaking his head once more.

"You don't have to feel sorry. I understand, really I do. I know how much you enjoy...that, and I'm glad I could...help." He bowed his head again, a slight flush coming to his cheeks. It sounded so stupid, being glad that he could help by letting her give him a blow job. "If anything it's me who should be apologize...I never got to repay you for either of them..." He bowed his head again, knowing it also sounded dumb.

"I am glad I bumped into you though...I figuratively speaking...I didn't want that moment in the car to be my last memory of you when I leave next weekend..."

 

[Cum_Inside]

The reminder was like a knife in her chest; she knew he was planning on pulling stakes soon and leaving town but not this quickly - she didn't want their last true encounter to be coloured by her own greed and poisonous attitude.

Her eyes dropped to her shoes as she shifted from foot to foot nervously.

"Uh yeah, about that. Let's just... pretend that never happened? It was a bitch move and I took advantage of you," she admitted. "And you don't need to worry about 'paying me back', so to speak, since I've done nothing but fuck you over since you got here -- it's all good."

At this, Harper offered him a sincere smile that radiated the same sentiment through the expression in her eyes, too. Damon was a good guy and he didn't deserve the trouble she'd heaped upon him since he'd gotten back to town. She almost felt like she was the one who owed him something.

 

[Lucian_Devine]

Damon felt for Harper when he saw her lower her gaze and ask him to forget about that night. He heard her words, and they did make sense in a way, except for one small part.

It took every ounce of Damon's restraint to not reach out to Harper while her head was lowered. When she did finally raise it, meet his gaze, and off up a sincere smile, he happily returned it.

"If it were so easy to pretend such a thing, I might consider it, Harper. Since that's not the case though, there's always plan B, which is thankfully much faster and easier."

Damon stepped close to Harper, shifting his basket to his other hand so he could lean down and close to her ear.

"I find it much easier to replace a bad memory with a good memory than to forget it entirely..." Damon hinted, even through the slight distraction of her lovely natural scent. "I'll be in the family bathroom on the other side of the store in five minutes. Just knock five times if you want me to help you forget about it..."

Hard as it was to walk away, Damon lifted his head and brushed past her, letting his shoulder graze against hers before he turned around the corner and headed in that direction of the bathroom he'd mentioned. They were already near the back of the store, but it was on the other side of it, giving plenty of time for the anxiety to set in. Even when he reached the sectioned off area, and set his basket down next to the bench his heart was pounding. He was naturally glad to see that the one he'd hinted at was currently empty, but it didn't stop him from wondering what, if anything, would happen next.

 

[Cum_Inside]

Harper stood there stupidly for a good minute or so, wondering if she’d imagined the innuendo in Damon’s words, heart beating fast in her chest. Then again, how else was she supposed to take meeting him in the bathroom of a grocery store? It was decidedly naughty and Harper knew she’d definitely get something worth it out of the encounter that seemed so far out of either of their comfort zones.

But it meant more than that, didn’t it?

Damon should be washing just hands of her, but here he was still making a pass. One didn’t act this way, worried about giving his partner pleasure after he’d gotten his own fill in a way that gave them anxiety, with such a soft look in his eyes if it wasn’t more than hot sex. Did they? For the first time, Harper let herself acknowledge that Damon may just feel the same way she did — she’d felt it before, that night in the motel, but again in the car when he’d not had a word to dissuade her and only soft sentiments in the way he’d given her space but calmed her fears when her own situation had gotten the best of her, but she’d never admitted it to herself what it truly meant...

Harper gasped, leaving her own shopping basket in the aisle and speed-walked quickly towards the washroom, aware of the strange looks she was getting from the few other shoppers.

When she finally saw Damon, Harper made sure there was nobody else around to catch her in the act when she practically threw herself at him, curling one hand into the fabric of his shirt and yanking him to his feet abruptly before pushing him steadily backwards into the bathroom. Her deft fingers flicked the lock shut before she reached for his mouth with hers.

“I love you,” she breathed, lips a hair’s breadth apart. “Damon, I’m so sorry to put you through this. I fucking love you,” she admitted, heart hammering now. “Tell me you feel it too.”

It was impulsive, unexpected, and when the words burst free somehow Harper felt a thousand pounds lighter. Her smile was radiant even though she knew he could very well reject her. For the first time in years, Harper was certain that things would be alright.

 

[Lucian_Devine]

Every second felt like an eternity for Damon as he sat on the bench checking his phone literally every couple of seconds. He'd told Harper five minutes, but with his heart pounding so fast he wasn't even sure his body would last five minutes.

After one minute passed, Damon started subconsciously tapping his foot as he continued to check his phone. Another minute passed, and the fingers on his left hand were tapping out a beat all their own on the bench beside him. His teeth were clenching tighter and tighter as he felt a tightness building in his chest.

All the tension and anxiety disappeared instantly when Damon saw Harper. He forced himself to remain sitting, unsure if she was coming for a final good bye or if she was coming to take him up on his offer.

Any and every question swirling in Damon's mind was answered the second Harper's hand curled into the fabric of his shirt and pulled him to his feet. She turned him towards the bathroom door with a strength that caught him off guard, leaving him no choice but to stumble backwards before her and try not to fall on his ass.

No sooner were the two of them in the bathroom, than Harper's mouth pounced on his. Damon happily accepted the kiss, fisting a hand in her hair as he returned her kiss with the same frenzied passion.

It was Harper that broke the kiss, pulling her lips just far enough away from him to say the words he never thought she would say. He shook his head at the second statement, and as she said the third and final one his hands lifted to cup her cheeks.

"I do Harper, I really do. I've loved you since we were kids, but was afraid to say it. I came back looking for something. I didn't know what it was, just that it was missing. When I Saw you in that bar though, everything changed."

Damon paused for breath there, all the words just pouring out of him as though she'd disappear within seconds and he'd never get the chance to say these things.

"You...complete me..." With the final words breathed out with their lips so close that they touched at certain words, Damon closed that final distance once more. He picked up where the'd left off before, but this time it was him pushing her backwards. He put everything he had into the kiss, keeping his hands on her cheeks in that moment as he tried to convey years worth of passion, desire, and even lust in that single moment.

 

[Cum_Inside]

Damon pushed her back until the edge of the sink cut harsh lines into the flesh of her lower back. Pushing herself up, Harper perched on the countertop and hooked him in as close as possible with her ankles around his butt. Her hands slid across every inch of bare flesh they could find as the two of them returned to their feverish kissing, lips smacking wetly together.

Deft fingers plucked at the hem of his shirt and pulled it over his head before reaching quickly for his zipper. It was unfortunate, but they only had so much time before someone came knocking. It wasn’t the most private spot, but it would have to do.

For now.

Hearing Damon’s own confession, Harper felt like she was in cloud nine. Her soft little exclamation of joy was swallowed by his mouth and tongue, which tangled with hers so expertly, as though they’d been together for years.

“I need you,” she moaned. “Make love to me, baby, please,” Harper pleaded softly. “Let me take care of you, Damon.”

 

[Lucian_Devine]

Seeing and feeling Harper lift herself up onto the countertop told Damon everything he needed to know. Her legs hooking around him pulling him to her were simply icing on the cake. He loved the feel of her hands sliding under his shirt, letting him feel her heated skin against his own as their lips continued to smack together in a constant stream of passionate kisses.

Damon was reluctant to pull his lips from Harper's, but she didn't give him much choice on the matter as she pulled his shirt over his head and off. He caught it before she had a chance to discard it, and he tucked it behind her head even as her hands reached for the zipper of his pants. Her lips found his as her hands continued to work on his pants. Somehow she managed to get her desperate plea past both of their tongues and lips, and it was that plea that finally snapped his mind back into reality.

With a lightning-quick motion, Damon grabbed Harper's hands in his own and pulled them from his pants as his lips pounced on her neck.

"Oh no you don't. You're not getting off that easily." Damon whispered heatedly against her tender flesh as he let go of her hands and dropped his own to the zipper on her pants. He had to literally pry her legs from around his waist as he tore his lips from her neck to meet her gaze. Their panting breaths were all that filled the small room for a few moments as he worked on her pants. It was much harder to gets her off, even when the zipper was down, what with her ass being perched on the countertop. A few sharp jerks did the trick though, and it was only then that he dropped to his knees before her. He had just enough wherewithal to tuck her clothes beneath her ass before turning his attention to her pussy.

Even in the heat of the moment, Damon saw how red her thighs and labia were. He wanted to say something, but didn't want to ruin this moment for her. The other thing that helped him push on was the moisture glistening between her red and abused labia. It also told him how much she wanted this, and he didn't want to deny her. So without a single moment of hesitation his lips pounced on the one part of her sex that wasn't red, her pretty clit that was peeking out from under it's hood. He kept his head still as he took the soon-to-be swollen nub between his lips and sucked hard as he lashed his tongue against and around it. He'd meant what he'd said about paying her back in this way, and he wasn't going to let this opportunity pass him by unless she stopped him.

 

[Cum_Inside]

For the first time in so so long, Harper allowed herself to just relax and enjoy the moment; here, with Damon, she needn’t worry so much over censoring what she said and the expressions that passed across her face. Damon wouldn’t do anything to hurt her, and Harper could give herself fully to him without fear of repercussions or what he might do with her vulnerability.

The freedom of it all as he ate her out in a dingy grocery store bathroom made her breath hitch a little in pleasure, and Harper’s head thunked back against the glass of the mirror behind her at the same time one hand fisted in his thick dark hair.

She tried her best to ignore just how much she was ashamed of the way the bruising and inflamed flesh of her nethers were on full display for him. The last thing she felt like was any sort of victim, but reality proved that she was, whether she acknowledged it or not. She wasn’t weak, but her hands were tied in the grand scheme of things with just how deeply Trey’s corruption truly ran and Harper’s own embroilment with it all.

“Fuck,” she gasped, abruptly returning to the moment with one strong suckle against her clitoris, looking down between her thighs at the man that should have been hers from the beginning.

“It feels so good...”

 

[Lucian_Devine]

The feeling of Harper's hand in his hair made Damon lift his gaze up to her, even as his tongue slid along her clit. His head bobbed up and down as his lips sucked in her clit and every bit of her labia that he could, almost like he was giving her pussy a blowjob with the way his lips slid against her moist and tender flesh. His tongue was ever-present, flicking, rolling, and dragging against whatever he could, wanting to keep her guessing to heighten the sensations.

The single word and the gasp that came with it was just music to Damon's ears. His deep brown eyes were waiting for Harper's beautiful green ones when she looked down at him. He groaned against her flesh, though it came out as more of a hum as his lips vibrated against her most-intimate flesh.

Damon opened his mouth as he backed off of her pussy for just a moment, just long enough to take a deep breath before pouncing once more. His eyes never wavered from hers though, especially when he took the opportunity to let his tongue slide up the full length of her sopping wet cunt before focusing on her clit once more. He knew his face was going to be covered with her juices, but that was the last thing on his mind as he pleasured the woman before him.

 

[Cum_Inside]

Considering how rare it was, Harper basked in the way that she felt with a man that wanted to pleasure her, for once, instead of chasing his own orgasm. Despite Damon’s seemingly selfless desire to see Harper to a climax would definitely be rewarded - she intended to pull him so deep into her that he’d never find his way back out and show him how much his affection meant to her. The way it was going, it wouldn’t take very long for her to reach the heights of her orgasm anyway, if the electrifying jolts resonating through her pelvis meant anything.

With the effort expended trying to keep her pleasures sounds locked inside her chest, her torso was practically heaving and her mouth was coated with the taste of hot blood from where she’d bitten down through her thick lower lip. Harper’s fingers tensed and relaxed in an irregular rhythm in Damon’s hair, lower half practically writhing against his face.

When Damon’s teeth grazed over her most tender spot and one of his fingers drove deep inside her, Harper lost control of herself: with toes curling and body wound taut, she whined out her orgasm through clenched teeth. As Damon kept working his mouth over her through it, she fought the waves of overstimulation and the reflexive notion to pull away from his tongue bathing, but sheer willpower kept her in place. After her nerves finally stopped tingling, Harper combed her fingers gently through his hair before grasping tightly and pulling his head back.

“Get up here,” she breathed. “I need all of you.”

Eyeing his wet nose, lips, and chin, Harper was struck with the desire to taste herself on his tongue.

 

[Lucian_Devine]

Damon savored every stifled sound he pulled from Harper, enjoying how hard he knew she had to be trying to stay quiet i their very public place. He could see the way her tits and torso heaved with every breath she took, even as his lips and tongue never ceased in their worshipful duties.

Never one to just rest on his laurels, Damon kept pushing the beautiful woman before him, driving a finger inside her as he let his teeth graze over her clit. Her reaction was instantaneous, with her entire body going rigid, but he went one step further, bending his finger to press and rub against her g-spot.

The feeling of Harper's cunt spasming around even the single digit that was his finger as he felt the warm gush of fluids erupt from her sent conflicting emotions through Damon. He wanted to fully savor the orgasm that he'd given her, taste and all, and was briefly saddened by the fact that he couldn't. Still, he did at least get the briefest of tastes, which made him groan approvingly against her cunt, a distinct contrast to the whine stifled whine that she let out.

Damon licked, sucked, and tongued Harper's clit through the full of her orgasm, wanting to prolong the powerful sensations within her for as long as he could before he finally had to pull away. His pressure on her clit and g-spot did lessen a bit though, wanting to pleasure without over-stimulating when he knew she would be hyper-sensitive.

Only when he felt the pressure of Harper's fingers in his hair, pulling his head away from her cunt, did Damon finally relent. He heard her words and immediately obliged, not even giving a second thought to his wet lips, chin, and even nose. In fact, he didn't even utter a single word as he rose back up to his full height. His hands dropped immediately to his pants. He quickly finished what she'd tried to start earlier, his fingers shaking as he grabbed the zipper, pulled it down, and shoved his pants down.

No sooner did his pants hit the floor than his lips found hers. His clean hand fisted in her hair as his other hand fisted his cock. A single moment was all it took him to guide his achingly hard cock to her sopping wet opening, and in the very next instant he was thrusting his dick to the hilt into her. His hand then moved around to her ass, holding her steady as he pulled out and lunged forward once again.

Damon's lips were anything but idle in that moment, crushing against Harper's as he forced his tongue past them, searching for her tongue while also being surprised at the coppery taste of blood. There wasn't any time for questions though, only actions. His cock hammered into her yielding cunt, battered her cervix with every frenzied thrust.