Off The Record Ch. 24

An olive branch since I feel bad about what I did in the last chapter...

Hope you enjoy :)

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Morgan's back arched off the bed as scorching flames of molten heat licked up her body, dousing her nerves in white-hot fire that consumed her entire being.

Harper's tongue and fingers moved in tandem against and inside of her, creating a perfect rhythm that had Morgan's stomach tightening with that delicious pressure that told her that she was dangerously close to the edge.

Harper's fingers curled, hitting a sensitive spot that sent blinding pleasure throughout Morgan's body, her leg tightening where it rested over Harper's shoulder. Her heel dug into her back, toes curling, and she felt more than heard Harper let out an encouraging moan against her.

Morgan groaned, panting, frustration lacing through her as she felt Harper's fingers slow, knowing that she was doing it on purpose, toying with her to draw out the orgasm she was chasing.

"Look at me." The rough command came from between her legs, Harper's fingers never breaking pace inside of her.

Morgan cracked her eyelids, heavy with pleasure and exhaustion, looking down into the lust-darkened hazel eyes that were already locked onto her. Just that fucking look in her eyes made Morgan let out a soft, involuntary moan.

Having captured Morgan's attention, Harper threw her an evil smile and flattened her tongue against her, licking her broadly.

Morgan's breath left her in a shuddering exhale as Harper's tongue flicked over her clit, almost pushing her over the precipice into the abyss of ecstasy that Harper had made her so incredibly familiar with.

Fighting to keep her eyes open, Morgan reached down and slid her hand into Harper's hair, enjoying the soft feel of it for a moment before tightening her grip and giving her a not-so-subtle guiding tug back between her legs.

She also sent her a half-hearted glare and a raised eyebrow for good measure.

She knew that everything she wanted to communicate to Harper was expressed in that one brief look, as well as in Harper's answering smirk that Morgan wanted to kiss off of her outrageously beautiful face.

With one more teasing lick, Harper sucked her clit into her mouth and hummed against her, and Morgan fucking exploded. She came hard, one hand clutching at Harper's head while the other scrabbled for purchase on the tangled sheets. Her hips jerked against Harper's mouth, pushing against the strong hands holding her down against the mattress.

Given that this was the fourth orgasm Harper had pulled from her tonight, Morgan was incredibly sensitive, her clit beyond overstimulated from the attention Harper had given it over the past few hours.

"Harper," Morgan said weakly, her throat dry. She licked her lips to try to work some moisture back into her mouth.

Harper didn't stop licking her though, her tongue moving inside and over her, cleaning every drop of the arousal she knew she was covered in.

Her teeth grazed over her, biting at her with little love nips that made Morgan's already twitching body react even more.

Harper made her way up slowly, pressing lingering kisses to her thighs and hips, her lips trailing up her stomach and between her breasts until she reached her collarbones, nipping at her gently before flopping down on the pillows next to her.

But Morgan only had approximately four seconds to catch her breath before Harper rolled over to face her, her lips finding her throat and sucking hard.

"Again," she practically growled, her teeth scraping against Morgan's pulse.

Holy hell.

Normally, Morgan would be more than enthusiastic about entertaining Harper's higher than usual libido, but Morgan suspected that she was using sex as a distraction from other things that were actually bothering her.

Things involving a certain deadbeat mother.

The original plan for this evening had been to cook together at Morgan's apartment, but Morgan had barely gotten the chance to greet Harper before she'd been on her, pulling at her clothes and kissing her like she was starving for her.

Morgan had put up exactly zero resistance, given that their last sexual encounter had been interrupted.

It had been a week since Clara had crash-landed back in Harper's life, and other than the night it had happened, they hadn't talked about it.

And that was fine--it really was. This relationship between them was still new, and Morgan would never push Harper to confide in her about things that she wasn't ready to tell her. But based on Harper's reaction to her mother's reappearance the other night, the trauma was still very much alive and active deep within Harper's psyche.

Morgan wanted to help her through it, but she didn't know how to.

So, she had stood idly by this past week, hovering--and experiencing firsthand--how Harper had chosen to deal with the emotional turmoil that she'd been thrown into. And her coping mechanism of choice had been burying herself in her work, her gym routine, and in Morgan, both figuratively and literally.

Morgan was more than happy to serve as an outlet for her. But Christ, she was going to need some water if they were going to keep going at this pace.

Shifting her weight on the bed, Morgan rolled on top of Harper easily, staring down into surprised hazel eyes blinking up at her.

"I'm worried about you," she said quietly, reaching a hand up to brush an errant strand of silky hair back from her forehead.

Harper's brow furrowed adorably, her eyes searching Morgan's face. "What do you mean? Was it not good for--"

Morgan cut her off with a look. "You know that's not what I mean," she said gently.

Harper pursed her lips, looking away, her fingertips tapping absently against Morgan's hip.

"You don't have to talk about it if you don't want to," Morgan continued. "But I need to check in and make sure you're okay."

Harper's expression softened. "I'm okay," she said with a small smile. "I'm sorry if I've been a little intense." Her index finger came up to brush against an area of Morgan's throat, a location at which she knew a hickey was forming.

"I've been talking to Cammie about it," Harper said. "We're working through it at the gym."

Morgan felt Harper's heel wrap around her leg to massage her calf.

"But right now," Harper continued, exhaling softly while she ran her hands up Morgan's arms and over her shoulders to interlock her fingers behind her neck, "I just want you to fuck me." Harper pulled her down to kiss her, and Morgan let her. "Mindlessly," she sighed into her mouth. Another kiss, this one deeper, Harper's tongue caressing her bottom lip. "Until I tell you I've had enough."

Morgan pulled back, chewing on her bottom lip as she searched Harper's face.

There was a challenge in her eyes, but there was something else too, hidden beneath the surface. A desperate plea, silently asking Morgan to just let her have this moment, this night, without having to think about anything other than what they were doing in this bed.

Morgan leaned down and pressed her lips to Harper's firmly. "I can do that," she whispered against her mouth.

"Good," Harper sighed out, contentedly.

Morgan raised an amused eyebrow at her, tugging her in for a hard kiss. "Lie on your side and face the wall."

Morgan felt the shudder that ripped through Harper at her change in tone.

A cocky smile stretched across Morgan's face as Harper listened to her, maintaining eye contact for as long as possible before Harper was facing away from her.

Morgan took her time admiring her back, running her index finger down the center of her spine, letting her hand move to the curve of her hip. She bit her lip to stifle the groan at the thought that Harper's body was a canvas for her to do whatever she wanted with--that Harper trusted her to do whatever she wanted.

She rested her chin on Harper's shoulder, easing her hand down to caress the flawless contours of her sculpted ass, finally reaching between her legs to stroke her slowly from behind.

She wasn't surprised to find that Harper was soaked, her arousal coating her inner thighs and drenching Morgan's fingertips easily.

"Did fucking me make you this wet?" She asked, her voice coming out thick with desire.

Morgan could see the goosebumps that broke out across Harper's upper body at the question, at her tone.

Harper pushed her ass back into Morgan's hand, desperate to gain more friction. "Yes," she breathed out.

Her confirmation instantly had Morgan throbbing again.

She circled Harper's clit slowly with two fingers before she brought her hand around and raised it to her mouth.

Harper turned her head to watch her, her panting breath leaving lips that were parted in anticipation as she watched Morgan lick her off of her fingers. With a teasing smile, Morgan leaned forward and kissed her, pressing into her mouth, making sure she could taste herself on Morgan's tongue. The little moan that left Harper at the kiss was like a spark to the smoldering embers between Morgan's legs.

"You taste amazing," she groaned, flicking her tongue across the seam of Harper's lips.

"Stay right here." With one more quick squeeze to her hip, Morgan turned over and grabbed the strap that had been resting on her nightstand, waiting patiently for one of them to use it.

Glancing over at Harper, she hesitated for a moment before switching the dildo they usually used for one that was slightly longer and thicker.

Morgan slipped the harness over her hips, securing it snugly against her before grabbing her bullet vibrator and tucking it into the harness where it rested against her clit.

As spent as she was, fucking Harper like this always turned her on, and coming together was an unbelievably sexy experience.

Turning back over, she propped herself up on her elbow behind Harper, pressing the length of her body against her back.

She brushed her lips along Harper's shoulder, pushing her hair aside to trail kisses down the back of her neck.

"Is this what you want?" She asked deadly quietly, relishing the sharp gasp that left Harper when she felt the hard silicone pressing into her back.

"So fucking badly," Harper said, a neediness in her voice that would have brought Morgan to her knees had she been standing.

Reaching down into the harness, Morgan turned the vibrator on and it buzzed to life, a breathy exhale leaving her at the sudden stimulation.

Harper tensed at the sound of the vibration before she relaxed again, chuckling softly. "What's that?" Her snarky tone pulled a good-natured eyeroll from Morgan.

She nipped at Harper's shoulder to shut her up as she rocked her hips forward slowly, guiding the toy with her hand as she rubbed it over Harper's pussy. Not that she really needed any foreplay--Harper was so wet that Morgan's hand was soaked to nearly her wrist just from holding the toy in place.

"Lift your leg for me," Morgan whispered, her lips right against the shell of Harper's ear.

Harper raised one toned thigh and hooked it backward so that her ankle was nestled behind Morgan's knee.

"Good girl," Morgan murmured. They'd never tried this position before, and it was so deliciously intimate.

Wrapping her free hand around Harper's throat, Morgan pressed the strap into her slowly, an intoxicating moan leaving her as she buried it inside of her.

Harper's head fell against the pillow with a groan, and Morgan took her opportunity to press her lips against the smooth curve of her neck, trailing kisses until she reached her shoulder, where she sucked on her skin hard enough to leave a mark.

She knew that Harper liked to wake up with bruises, especially in places hidden by her clothes so she could think about their nights together when she was at work. Morgan knew this because Harper had texted her exactly that a few weeks ago out of the blue, and it had led to a wild round of sexting while they'd both been working.

Morgan sucked harder, determined to give her something to think about tomorrow.

Surprisingly, Morgan didn't mind being her dirty little secret.

"You went bigger tonight," Harper moaned out.

Morgan hummed, pulling out slowly before thrusting into her again. "You can take it," she said, squeezing at her throat a little tighter.

She could feel Harper's arousal beginning to coat her upper thighs where they were making contact, every thrust revealing just how wet Harper was, their skin slapping together in a rhythm that was rapidly picking up in speed and force.

Her hand moved lower, squeezing at Harper's breast, rolling her nipple between her thumb and forefinger.

Harper let out a desperate sound, reaching a hand back and gripping the back of Morgan's head, tangling her fingers in her hair as she guided Morgan's mouth to hers.

Their lips met in a messy kiss, and Harper breathed needy little gasps full of wanting against Morgan's tongue as she continued to fuck her, thrusting into her steadily, her pussy taking every inch of the strap like it was made for her.

"Harder," Harper said, biting at Morgan's bottom lip.

Morgan groaned at the stinging flash of pain as her hips sped up. She lowered her head and sank her teeth into the wing of the gorgeous raven decorating Harper's shoulder, using her hand to lift Harper's leg higher, spreading her wider.

She increased her speed, shifting slightly to change the angle, fucking her harder and deeper, the way that Morgan knew Harper loved. Setting Harper's leg down against her, she reached between her legs and flicked her fingertips over her clit in firm, tight circles, matching the rhythm of the strap as it pounded into her over and over.

Harper's entire body was beginning to tremble, her sharp gasping breaths coming more quickly now.

"Morgan--"

Whatever Harper was going to say was cut off as violent contractions wracked her body, Morgan holding her together as she came. Morgan didn't stop moving until the orgasm had run its course, leaving Harper limp and out of breath in Morgan's arms.

Morgan flicked her tongue against her earlobe, the combined scent of Harper's perfume, sweat, and arousal flooding her senses. "Had enough yet?" She teased in a low voice in Harper's ear.

Moving remarkably quickly for someone who just had an orgasm, Harper pushed away from Morgan, maneuvering on the bed to straddle her, pushing her shoulders down so that she was on her back.

Harper reached between Morgan's legs and guided the strap between her thighs, biting her lip to stifle a moan as she lowered herself onto the toy.

"Again," she said roughly, starting to move on top of Morgan.

That seemed to be her favorite word tonight.

Like every time they slept together, Morgan was struck speechless by what a work of art Harper was. Her sweat-slicked body moved with such graceful precision, the defined muscles of her stomach flexing as she took the length of the strap over and over again.

Every movement pressed the bullet vibrator harder against Morgan's swollen clit, and she gritted her teeth at the sparks of pleasure jolting down her spine.

Harper leaned down, flattening herself against Morgan, continuing to ride her slowly.

She dragged her tongue up the side of Morgan's neck, moaning softly in her ear when Morgan jerked her hips up against her.

"Have you had enough yet?" Harper's sarcastically playful voice set the desire in Morgan's core to a fever pitch.

Morgan buried both hands in her hair, using her grip to pull Harper's head back to give her better access to her neck.

Her mouth latched onto her, hands wrapping around her back to drag her fingernails down the smooth, flushed skin.

They moved together, Harper reaching a hand up to grip Morgan by the throat, squeezing while she rode her.

That was all Morgan could take. Pulling Harper in for a kiss by her jaw, her fifth orgasm of the night ripped through her, hips jumping against the vibrator, pushing the strap deeper inside of Harper.

In quick succession, Harper came again with a long, low moan that Morgan felt against her tongue, her hips rolling down into Morgan's to wring every ounce of pleasure from her.

Breathlessly, she eased off the strap, rolling off of Morgan to plop down next to her, her cheeks and chest flushed with exertion and pleasure.

With shaking hands, Morgan shed the strap and turned off the vibrator, giving herself a moment to breathe and lower her heartrate.

They laid like that for a few minutes, content in their companionable silence.

"I'm embarrassed."

Harper's quiet voice drew Morgan's attention. She turned her head where it rested on her pillow to look at her, frowning at the dejected tone in her voice.

"That's why I haven't talked to you about it," Harper continued in that same quiet voice. She scrubbed both hands roughly over her face. "God, the way that she spoke to you. The way that I spoke to her. I never should have stooped to her level." Shame laced her words, and Morgan marveled at the woman next to her, who, despite everything, could somehow find the decency within herself to regret her entirely justified response to a woman who had tried to take advantage of her and had then followed up that disrespect by attempting to physically assault her.

Morgan knew that she personally would have said and done far worse than Harper if their roles had been reversed.

Morgan rolled toward her and reached up, removing Harper's hands from where they were still covering her face.

She brushed her thumb over her bottom lip, silently imploring her to keep talking.

"Knowing about my past is one thing," Harper said, not meeting Morgan's eye. "But having you witness something like that is so fucking humiliating, and it's a miracle that you haven't run screaming from me--"

Morgan hooked a finger under Harper's chin, turning her face toward her and dipping her head to capture her lips in a sweet, tender kiss. "Give me some credit, Cassidy," she murmured, pressing another slow kiss to those pink lips.

Harper's eyes fluttered open as Morgan pulled back, staring down at her.

"So," Morgan said, looking into apprehensive hazel eyes that finally found hers again, "I met your mother. And it was an... unpleasant experience."

She smiled at the amusement that she could see sparking in Harper's eyes at Morgan's downplaying of the truth.

"Listen to me." She held Harper's gaze for a few moments to ensure that she was truly hearing and listening to her. "Just because that woman gave birth to you doesn't mean that she defines you or has any say in who you are as a person. You've existed for over fifteen years without her. She doesn't matter--not if you don't want her to."

Morgan caressed her cheek, tracing her thumb over the smattering of freckles that painted her flushed cheekbone. "Her words are meaningless, because they aren't true. You know that, and I know that."

She hoped Harper could see the sincerity in her eyes, feel the reassurance from her words.

Morgan hated how obvious it was that Harper had been terrified that she'd cut and run because of what she'd witnessed between her and Clara. How many asshole women had Harper been with who had balked at her history despite what an amazing woman she was? Morgan couldn't understand it. But she was grateful for it, because their loss had been her gain.

Harper brought a hand up to cup Morgan's jaw. "I've done a lot of healing through therapy, but there's a lot that I still have to work through," she said. "I'm broken. And you're perfect," Harper whispered. "You could be with anyone--someone who doesn't have as much emotional baggage as me."

Morgan almost laughed. They had barely begun to scratch the surface of Morgan's trauma, but there would be plenty of time for that later.

"Unfortunately, my love, you can't get rid of me that easily." She pressed a kiss under Harper's ear, nuzzling into her neck, breathing her in. "Remember, I've faced down murderers. I told you a long time ago that I can handle you, and I can. You're stuck with me for the time being. Okay?"

She punctuated her last word with a small boop to Harper's nose, which had the desired effect in getting Harper to smile.

"Okay," she said cautiously. But Morgan could feel some of the tension leech out of her as she relaxed into the mattress.

Harper's face had taken on that familiar, hazy, post-sex glow touched by a hint of exhaustion.

But then she stiffened, her eyes widening in panic.

"Morgan, she knew who you were. What if she says something because she's pissed I wouldn't give her money? Or what if Angela--"

"Angela can go fuck herself," Morgan said, and she meant it. If Angela had anything on them, she would have leaked it by now. There was no way in hell the district attorney would have suffered through this godforsaken trial and taken the blows that she had to her reputation if she could have put a stop to it with a simple leak to a news outlet.

Although, Morgan would be lying if she said that she hadn't initially been a little bit worried about Clara seeing them kissing in the hallway of Harper's apartment building.

The woman was vindictive, it seemed, and they needed to tread carefully where she was concerned. With any luck, they'd never see her again.

"We're going to be fine," Morgan said. "The defense rests within the next few days, and then we'll be in the clear."

Harper didn't look convinced, so Morgan took a page out of her book and decided to play dirty. With a flirty smile, she reached a hand down between Harper's legs, lowering her mouth to her neck. "You just need to relax," she mumbled.

"I thought you were tired," Harper said, but her breath hitched, hips already straining against Morgan's hand.

"I am," Morgan replied. "But you've only come twice tonight." She leaned back to catch her eye, grinning playfully down at her. "You need to catch up."