A/N: Mature content. 💔🤪❤️

"What -" I started when Harper's lips smashed so hard into mine that my head snapped back an inch. My keys dropped from my hand and landed right on top of my foot, where my shoe muffled the impact.

While I inhaled sharply through my nose and grounded my feet, she rolled my lower lip between her teeth and tugged impatiently. A low groan vibrated up my throat as she bit down, then smoothed over the sting with her tongue. My hands shot straight to her hips and despite the spur of the moment excitement and obvious 'I approve' movement in my cock, I cupped my hands behind her head and slowed down her lips' movement against mine.

Honestly, with my keys in hand, I was two steps away from leaving for her place when she arrived. My phone battery died on the endless bus ride to Vegas. I hadn't gotten her cryptic messages until we got home and I charged it. She sure grabbed my attention though and not just the eggplant emojis. By that time, she hadn't answered when I'd called or texted.

I'd also missed a call from Ellie, who I'd spoken to briefly with a joking thanks from Hightower for beating WSU. My thumb had just ended our call while my other hand grabbed my keys off my dresser when my door flung open with a bang.

"Fuck it out of me," Harper begged again, in the most desperate voice I'd ever heard from her.

The brief moment of relief and happiness I felt at the first sight of her died when I pulled back and really saw her. Her entire body shook like she fought to contain whatever bothered her. Her irises blazed the greenest shade I'd ever seen, magnified by redness streaked in the corners of her eyes. A pink, ruddy look covered her cheeks and her forehead between her eyebrows was etched with worry lines.

What the fuck happened?

My eyes slid lazily closed as I kissed her hard, so hard at least one of us ended up with a bruise. Her hands shot over my shoulders, where her fingers threaded around a few strands of my hair at the nape of my neck. Sharp stings bit into my scalp from where they yanked me down harder.

Fuck, I like when she does that.

"My mom is here," she snapped, surged forwards, and smashed her lips against mine again. The contact crushed mine flat against my teeth.

In the dizziness that fogged over my brain from her mouth's assault on mine, I needed a few breaths before her words sunk in. In addition to the warmth that surged in my pelvis, she made my general thought process more difficult by how hard her nose was smashed against mine.

I can't breathe.

Did she just say her - what!?

My eyes flipped open when the word 'mom' registered in my brain.

"Woah... Your... mom!?" I broke off and my burning lungs gasped for air. "You mean, here? Now? That's fucked up."

"The only thing that needs to be fucked up is me," her voice sounded soaked with the same irritation and anger that flashed in her eyes. They narrowed and a whine slipped in, like she impatiently explained to a child, "If you want me to beg then I'll just go find someone else to help out here."

My hands clenched around her upper arms before either of us moved.

That's a hard no.

"No. Fuck, no. Just tell me what you need." My brain fried all of my coherent thoughts, which included we probably needed to slow down, except whichever ones were attached to keeping Harper here with me. I cupped her jaw in my hands, rubbed my thumbs over her pink cheeks, and stared straight into the icy blue storm in her eyes. "What position?"

"Any. All." She didn't break her gaze away but the same sense of desperation seeped back into her eyes and voice. Her fingers untangled from my hair and clenched onto hers above her ears. "Fuck, I don't know, just -"

"Okay." I gently swept her hair out of her hands, pulled them away from her face, and lowered my mouth to her trembling lips. The contact stilled her but she drew in a raspy, congestion-filled breath.

I pulled back when her chest pitched and bumped into mine. The pain in her eyes struck me hard. She stared at me, silent and unblinking, until her frozen stance was snapped inside her and she was all over me again.

Harper literally threw herself onto me, as her hands grabbed my shoulders and her feet hooked around my waist. I dropped my hands from her face and grabbed her outer thighs as her nails clawed into the skin at the back of my neck. She was wild, desperate, and in uncontrollable pain.

And she came to me for help.

The thought left me completely conflicted. Beyond the confusion as to what the fuck happened, both anger and relief coiled inside my chest until it both warmed and squeezed painfully tight. In the back of my mind, my ego turned fucking cartwheels that she came to me.

Her next words almost undid me, threaded with anguish that I relieved her pain, "Fuck it out of me, Jake... Please."

"Okay," I whispered and swept a kiss over her lips between each word. "Okay. I'm here."

She stole my breath again as her lips locked onto mine and forced her tongue roughly into my mouth. I moved to keep up with her frenetic pace and matched her sloppy stroke for stroke. Saliva quickly built up between us but she tasted warm, sweet, and slightly salty, as if she'd been...

Harper doesn't cry. She probably just ate something.

My hands cupped around her ass and I hoisted her up, but her long legs nearly tripped me with how low they hooked around my hips. With her nails sunk in deep at the back of my neck, she spider-monkey clung to me. I took one stumbled step after another because her pelvis grinded torturously against mine for friction. Her mouth left mine momentarily as she tore my T-shirt off overhead, threw it onto the floor, then smashed herself against me again.

When several stings bit into the skin on my shoulders, I broke my lips off hers. With her sheepish look and hands rested in those same areas, I realized she'd dug her nails in. At the desperate, near feral look in her eyes, I gritted my teeth and muttered, "Do it."

My eyes fluttered closed and I tightly clamped down my molars as her nails clawed down my chest and abdomen. Her hands roamed down my front, around my sides, then into my back and blazed a trail of initial pain chased with heated throbs. For my part, I made quick work in the distance between us and removed her shirt and bra. After my initial contact, she slapped my hands off her breasts, yanked down her panties with her jeans, then slipped off my athletic shorts and boxers in one hard yank that flipped the base of my cock down and pinched my balls.

Fuck, I don't know what's worse... that she about ripped my dick off or how turned on it made me.

With a loud smack, her palms slammed into my bare chest and pushed me backwards. Balanced back on my heels, I stepped clumsily towards the bed. My hands grounded me on her hips and I'd barely sat down before she grabbed my mostly hard cock in one fist and sank down on me.

Wait, I didn't get a -

Before my initial shock disappeared, my cock stiffened fully as her warm, wet walls slid around and coated my entire length.

Fuck, that feels unbelievable - wait, wait. I still have my shoes on.

My mouth parted in protest as her knees straddled either side of me. I kicked off my shoes with soft thuds onto the floor. Just as I shifted my braced arms slightly to give her more room to kneel, she groaned and writhed on me. Oddly, she lifted herself off until just the tip of my cock was at her entrance, then slammed herself back down. The sound of her ass cheeks as they slapped the skin on my thighs filled the air between us as her nails dug into my shoulders again.

As her fingers clung to me, she lifted herself and again slammed down on me. Pressure tensed my biceps as I palmed the bed and leaned back for a better visual inspection. One look at the frustrated, tortured expression on her face squeezed my chest tightly again. An invisible draw pulled me towards her.

She's punishing herself.

Over my dead body.

"Not like this." My hands grabbed her hips on the next descent and stilled her movements.

The murderous reply to my hesitation was tossed in my face with a sharp puff of air, "That's what I want."

My grip on her hips tightened because fuck, she felt amazing. Every pulse, every squeeze, and every drop of her arousal slicked over my bare skin. "But it's not what you need."

"Jake -" I gave her no time to protest because I pulled her off, then flipped her over onto my bed onto all fours.

Before her head picked up, I reached down to her folds and entered her from behind in one thrust.

Hopefully she doesn't regret this because I'm all in... literally.

My eyes nearly rolled out of their sockets from the heated pleasure that pulsed between us. Selfishly, I took a moment and adjusted to the way her hot, wet walls squeezed my shaft and the ridges my head threaded over. Her only response was she stilled, then lowered her elbows down and hinged her ass higher in the air. With a bend down, she pressed her forehead into her tensed fists.

"Yes..." She moaned under me as I pushed forwards until the tip of my cock felt the firm edge of her limits. Since the pleasure that surged through me left me slightly unhinged and light-headed, I tipped slightly forwards and grabbed the flesh on her hips for stability. As quickly as my hips moved, I pulled out and bucked hard into her.

In what sounded like a choked sob, she rasped out, "Fuck, yes!" and squeezed her fists so tight that her knuckles turned white.

From where I knelt behind her and how she tucked her chin down, her face was hidden. With one hard thrust, her body lurched and ponytail flipped over her right shoulder. From this angle, I saw the lines of tension that ran down the back of her neck. Her shoulders were wrenched upwards but her spine trembled with each thrust. Once I hit a steady in-and-out rhythm, she pressed herself backwards and intensified my impalement.

"Harder," she begged into my sheet as her lower back arched with each push from her. I gritted my teeth, felt the pinch in my glutes as my ass cheeks squeezed with another deep, penetrating thrust, and snapped my hips hard into her.

Physically, her warmth and arousal sent electric pulses of excitement down my shaft on each push in and pull out. Mentally, I was a mess of losing myself under the waves of pleasure that rolled through my gut and concerned for her well-being.

After I tore into her and yanked her backwards, she groaned my name, "Yes, Jake. Over and over, fuck me hard. Just like that."

Hard, she says.

I pinched my fingers onto her hips until pink surrounded each one of them and yanked her back. A smack sounded as my pelvis snapped forwards and hit her ass. My balls rubbed over the bottom of her folds, coated in wetness that increased the sound the harder I pounded into her. The sensation turned into a small spank on each thrust, which burst a tiny amount of pain in my balls that was chased by aches of heat.

As I pounded into her, over and over at her request, the only sounds between us were her desperate, near begging moans down into the mattress, occasional grunts from me, and the wet sounds from how our skin slid and slapped against each other. My stomach coiled tightly, my cock was now fully stiff, and my head spun as the blood in my brain rushed south.

Everything from her loud groans of relief, mine from whatever the hell I felt, the flaps of her breasts against the sheets and my balls into her ass, was sloppy, messy, and heady. Sweat broke out in my palms, on my chest, and my forehead near my hairline.

Selfishly, she felt amazing. I hadn't been with a girl bare since, well, ever. Every nerve ending on the tight skin on my cock rubbed against her warmth. Her arousal coated me all over and her hot, pulsing walls lit a fire in my groin as she choked and squeezed around my shaft. Every thrust, every pulse of our bodies together sucked the breath out of me and my toes practically broke off as they curled in ecstasy.

Even with a view of her ass, as it grinded into me against my thrusts, she was beautiful. Her long hair tipped to one side and revealed the delicate curves of her spine, lower back, and hourglass-shaped waist. Her hips fit perfectly into my palms and I had a slight view of her breasts as they flopped and jiggled with each motion like a wet dream. If I hadn't clenched my mouth so tightly shut then I probably would've drooled all over my chin.

As I fucked into her as hard as I knew how, I saw more than raw, near desperate fucking. Warmth radiated through my body that felt like sunshine on my skin. My heart had attached me, tied me down to this girl and it soared along with my ego because she came to me - or, at least one specific part of me - to release her pain.

At that moment, in the most selfish, fucked up timing, I realized how badly I wanted to be hers. Correction, I was hers, however or whenever she took me. Even if she destroyed me in the process, that was entirely her choice.

Probably not the best time to bring that up though, Jake.

Instead, I resorted to caveman-like grunts and sputtered out nonsense like, "Fuck you feel good."

A tremble traveled down her spine, shook her knees, and told me she was close. I buried myself into her balls deep and, with one last clamp down from her insides, her orgasm flooded around me. I almost ignored it and kept slamming into her as she rode down her peak with sagged shoulders and a loud moan.

Just as my cock tightened and begged for release, I pulled back. She pushed up onto her knees until her back was flush with my chest and her hands, just as sweaty as mine, grabbed around the back of my head and fisted my hair.

Holy fucking shit.

I inwardly cursed at the shifted position and the increased pressure and heat it put on my cock, which was still buried inside her. While doggy style was straight and deep, now I felt every inch, every curve inside Harper as her ass cheeks gently brushed against my balls on each thrust down.

My hands cupped around her breasts and this time, she let me knead and pinch her skin with my fingers. Since she seemed in more of a pain mode, I tugged her nipples, lengthened them away for a moment, then pinched them hard.

"Ahh..." she moaned and slammed herself down.

"Fuck -" I nearly lost my restraint as she rode up and down my shaft and stretched herself open. Pleasured waves of heat and desire radiated out from our increased contact point as her walls choked down on me again.

My hips bucked against her movements and we both groaned in raw, primal pleasure together. Warmth and a slight sheen of perspiration formed between the friction from our bodies as her back and my chest grinded against each other. I lowered one of my hands to her soaked outer folds and pressed my thumb in hard, tight circles wherever the fuck it fit.

Under light pressure from my other hand gripped around her neck, her head tipped back and slammed into my shoulder. My palm vibrated from the moan she released upwards to the ceiling and rolled into my eardrums like erotic thunder. Her elbows squeezed against my ears and her fingers yanked my hair tightly, which earned her a loud groan from me.

Another tremble started in her shoulders, which bounced against my clavicle bone. I pinched her clit tightly right as she sank down into another orgasm that coated my cock down to the base.

"That's it, gorgeous," I murmured into the side of her neck, bucked into her, and pinched her again. "Again."

"Jake!" Her body jolted and twitched as her hips rode me. From what part of it I saw, her face creased with frustration until she tensed and released again.

My head, fogged over with lust, was only vaguely aware that I was still as hard as a rock inside her. As she slowed, I heaved a few panted breaths and blinked my now blurry eyes. The cool air soothed the burn in my lungs but slightly shifted her forwards and backwards.

"Are you okay?" My hips slowed their movement as I leaned forwards and pressed my lips into the warm, moist skin on her neck.

Harper's eyes were screwed tightly shut and her lower lip trembled. They parted slightly and her gritted response was only, "Fuck me numb."

Her pain... she's insatiable.

"Here..." I hugged my forearm over her shoulder and pulled her down with me. After a few adjustments, I laid down, with her ass practically the only thing in my view. Her hands splayed over my quadriceps, scooped over the tense muscles, and latched onto my inner thighs. She adjusted her knees outside my legs, then sank down in reverse cowgirl.

Her favorite position. Not gonna lie, I need a slight breather.

With her initial tension removed, she moved slower at first and built up her pace. I pressed my palms into the warm, moist skin on her lower back, then slid them down over her ass cheeks as they lifted and lowered around the view of my cock swallowed inside her.

At the risk of being a pig, it's a damn nice view.

Her ass rippled with her movements, as she lifted me closer to the edge with each deep, full thrust against me. Once she tossed her head back and sank her nails into my thighs, I pulled her down and flexed my hips on her next decline. Unsheathed, I felt the hard pulses of her inner walls right against my tip, so I bucked up into her like a target. Her legs quivered on either side of me and my eyes nearly rolled back as her fingers kneaded roughly into the skin right above my knees.

"Tell me what you need," my voice came out strangled in my throat but borderline possessive. My chest hurt from the divot my chin poked into it but I focused on Harper's back. "Or take it."

"Just like that," she nearly whimpered on my next thrust into her. As her insides squeezed down again, I nearly came just from how my cock was absolutely soaked with her lubrication. It trickled slowly out of her but even reached the bottom part of my balls.

Finally, her thighs trembled around me, her shoulders and head finally dropped, and she stilled her movements. My chest heaved as I braced myself not to explode inside her at this moment because, one I still hadn't completely wrapped my brain around what the fuck was happening and, two, I was afraid she wasn't done.

I had no idea how she'd done it, but suddenly Harper faced me head-on, like she'd spun around with my cock still inside her. Her knees straddled my sides again, her sweaty thighs pressed against mine, but her breasts tickled my chest as she leaned forwards and her nipples skimmed over my skin. My hands palmed around them and my fingers teased her nipples until her eye gaze met mine.

Her cheeks were flushed a shade of pink that matched her lips, parted open with uneven breaths. The brightest aquamarine flooded her eyes, hardened against an internal conversation she still fought with herself. My heart clenched tight when I saw that the edge of raw emotions she'd worn when she arrived was gone.

About time I did something right for my girl.

This girl. Fuck, I mean this girl.

"Tell me what you need," I repeated as my thumbs rolled circles around her areolas, then pinched her nipples hard with my index fingers. This time, a warmth and softness crept into my voice that I almost didn't recognize, like I pleaded with her for direction.

"I don't... know," she whispered softly, almost like a confession.

We should stop.

The slump in her shoulders suggested she'd started to tire and my lips pulled into a smile on her own. I started to pull out of her when her palms pushed down my chest and another whisper from her mouth halted my movements.

"Just don't... leave me."

Her eyes clenched tightly shut while tears streamed down her cheeks.

"I'm not." I released her breasts and dragged my thumbs over her tears, then slid out and gently lifted her down onto her back. She sighed quietly as I climbed over her, towards the condoms in my nightstand, but both her hands gripped my forearm when I reached over.

"Just need to get a condom," I assured her with a gentle kiss on her damp forehead.

"Don't." A smile quirked across her pink lips, which still matched the shade of the flush in her cheeks. "Roadside bomb, remember?"

"If you're sure." At her nod, I sank down onto my elbows and brought my hands up to the sides of her pained face. The way her eyes squeezed tightly shut and lower lip rolled inward bothered me, so I traced over it with my thumb and pulled it out from behind her teeth.

"Open your eyes Harper," I whispered.

Bright streaks of green flashed into her normally clear blue eyes and the corners were lined red with irritation. My thumbs stroked away the tears as they fell while my hips dipped between hers and my cock teased her entrance. Her hands grasped around my wrists like she held onto me. As her eyes locked onto mine, her knees fell open to the sides, she shifted her hips upwards, and met me within one movement.

Both of us relaxed as I slid slowly and gently inside her. My cock erupted with tiny pressure and friction points on the entire drive into her. In purposely slow movements, my hips rolled and flexed slowly and deeply, which shifted her slightly under me. Not once her eyes averted this time and they showed me everything she fought against.

Pain. Rejection. Fear.

Her tears surged out faster as abandonment surfaced. In the rawest form of silent communication, she released all of those emotions and I selfishly took every one of them.

My voice came out low but steady, "I'm going to make you feel loved, Harper."

She didn't answer me, only silently stared into my eyes. I memorized every line, every striation of color in them, from the darker blue ring in her irises, to a small pigment of blue built up in the corner of her left one, to a collection of green in the right.

"You are gorgeous, amazing, and I'm the luckiest guy to be able to do this with you." The emotionally sappy words tumbled out of my mouth as my hips kept their slow, long strokes into her. Her patience must have run out because her hands released my wrists, clamped down onto my hips, and she pulled me into her at a faster pace.

"You are not topping from the bottom," I accused her with a smile and quickened my pace against her rocked up hips.

"I will if it distracts you from all that bullshit you just vomited out of your mouth," she replied with a coy smile.

By the look of her, she wasn't cocky or sarcastic. Her expression was soft, relaxed, almost playful, and I'd never tell her to her face, but she was beautifully vulnerable. Even pulled back in a ponytail, her hair looked like she'd been tossed around in a windstorm, her eyes sparkled like gemstones, and her cheeks, neck, and chest were flushed a beautiful shade of pink.

Harper finally tore her gaze away from mine as her head shifted sideways and exposed her neck to me. I leaned forwards, traced a trail of wet kisses along the pulse that throbbed there, then buried my chin over her shoulder. Her soft, vanilla scented skin, with a hint of perspiration, flooded into my senses as her arms wrapped around my sides. As I mumbled words that I hoped reassured her, her palms pressed into my lower shoulder blades in an almost hug-like position.

The squeeze of her warm, wet walls around my entire bare cock ignited needle-like pleasure sensors down the length of my shaft. I pressed myself into her fully, thrusted hard, and continued until I felt the tight burn of my release. My muscles tensed and I moved to pull out, but her arms locked onto my upper back and I flooded her insides.

With slow, forward pushes, I physically poured all I had into her and honestly wished I could've washed away her pain if possible. My biceps and shoulders burned from my suspension over her and my thrusts turned sloppy as I pumped myself to empty.

Her eyes were closed again by the time I slowly withdrew, but this time her lashes rested against her cheeks and her forehead was absent of crease lines.

"Be right back." My knees wobbled slightly as I walked out to my bathroom, ass naked down the hall without giving a single fuck about it, and wet a towel in the sink. I splashed a few wet drops onto my hot cheeks and blinked at my barely unrecognizable appearance.

The dark, deep scratches on my neck, chest, and sides wasn't what drew my attention and neither were the red splotches flushed over my face, neck, and chest. No, it was my eyes, so dark and enlarged that my irises looked as black as my pupils, which shone with tiny sparks in them.

Stop staring at yourself and help Harper before she bolts again.

Harper laid in the same position on my bed as when I'd left her, so I gently opened her legs and cleaned her up with the towel. With a gentle lift of her knees towards her chest, I slid her underneath the blankets and tucked them up over her bare shoulders.

I wasn't sure if she wanted space and would've happily gone downstairs if she needed me to, so I leaned forwards and pressed a soft kiss into her forehead. My fingers brushed aside a few strands that stuck to the sides of her cheeks, then tugged her ponytail holder looser.

"Jake..." I quietly pulled away, but my heart clenched painfully tight when she whispered, "Stay."

My face broke into a grin so wide that my cheeks felt pinched. "Of course."

As she rolled onto her side and curled herself into a fetal position, I dropped the towel towards my laundry pile, climbed over her in bed, and slid under the blankets behind her. After I rolled onto my side behind her, I propped my chin into my grounded arm's palm but tucked my top arm over her side. Once the warmth of her back met my stomach, I tucked my knees up against the back of hers, and wrapped my hand around to her navel. My cock laid flaccidly content against the warm skin in between her ass cheeks as she pressed her frame backwards and closer to mine.

Vanilla again filled my nose as I kissed the back of her head and whispered, "I'm here. I won't leave. And not just because it's my bed."

"You ass," she rasped out with a laugh that sounded like it strangled her throat. Her hands clenched mine to her chest as another fresh set of tears pooled in the corners of her eyes. I felt her heartbeat pulsed loudly and my hand bounced upwards slightly with each

of her raspy breaths.

"Shh..." I released her death grip on my hand and smoothed a few more strands of her hair off her forehead, then undid her ponytail. "It's okay. I'm right here."

I whispered the words and stroked my hand over her hair until it felt straight down her back. With slow, gentle movements, I rubbed over her head, over and over until her eyes slid shut and her breathing evened.

My body was exhausted and my resting elbow almost asleep, but my mind was on overdrive as I processed what had just happened. I pressed my lips together at the reassuring words that I wanted to say, but held back because I got the sense they wouldn't have helped.

With a slight groan, I rolled back to give her some sleeping space but she stirred and mumbled, "Stay."

"Okay." I squeezed her tightly against me and rested my chin near her shoulder.

Her lips twitched, just once. "You're still an asshole."

"True but..." I laughed and pressed my lips into her bare shoulder. "I'm your cute asshole."

"Ugh, I did say that." This time, she pulled her lips up into a soft smile. "...Thanks."

With a lean over that hopefully hadn't squished her, I pressed my lips against hers and tasted the warmth and sweetness of her tongue. Instead of squirming impatiently against me, any of the tension that remained inside her dissolved and she relaxed into the mattress. Now was the worst time I actually said the words I felt inside every damn cell in my body. Instead, I kissed her like I needed her, she was like my personal narcotic, and I'd never find anything that brought me up this high.

The problem wasn't when I crashed down from the ultimate high, but when she did. Once she woke up, I worried that her internal emotional preservation switch flipped and shut off every beautiful emotion she'd bared to me. So selfishly, I wrapped my body around hers, pulled her close against me, and took whatever she gave me tonight.