A/N: This is a sequel to my other story, "Vampire's Heart." If you haven't read that, I suggest you read it before you read this. I had some requests for a sequel, and I figured, why not? Anyways, enjoy!
The second I get home, I run upstairs to shower and change. There is no way in hell I will be caught sneaking around in Damon's shirt by either Jeremy or Alaric. That would be hard to explain…I mean, I will tell them about Damon and me, but it has to be at the right moment.
After I change into a navy blue pencil skirt and loose tank top, I exit my room and go downstairs. The room glows with lamplight and wonderful smells waft from the kitchen. I stroll into the kitchen to find Alaric chopping up vegetables at the counter, nursing a glass of whiskey. Jeremy is sitting on the couch, playing some violent videogame.
"Smells good." I declare, walking over to the divider and leaning against it. I pick up a chopped tomato from Ric's chopping board and throw it into my mouth.
"Hopefully it will taste as good as it smells…" Ric picks up the board and swipes the contents of it into a boiling pot with the knife. "No promises." He smiles at me and I smile back. This feels good. My life feels almost…normal.
"Whatcha makin'?" I ask.
"Chili." Ric responds. A laugh instantly escapes my lips and Alaric looks up at me in confusion; I lift my hand to cover my lips, stopping my laughter. Ric raises one eyebrow and asks: "What?"
"It's nothing," I say, waving my hand in the air to dismiss the subject, but Alaric continues to stare me down. I shrug and explain, "It's just that Damon would have a lot to say about that." I chuckle in nostalgia.
"Oh yes…Damon. How is the elder Salvatore doing?" Alaric peeks up at me and flashes me a knowing smile. I fidget and lower my eyes to the ground, shuffling my feet. This conversation topic is still extremely awkward to engage in with Alaric. Luckily, Jeremy interjects.
"Hey, Elena. What was all that fuss about earlier?" He asks, pausing his game to look at us over his shoulder. My eyes widen at his question. The answer is also incrimination—I was riding Damon.
Just then, a knock sounds on the door. Alaric starts moving to answer it, but I stop him by jumping up and practically run in the direction of the door, eager to leave the conversation. On my way to the door, my phone beeps and I pull it out of the waistline of my skirt.
New Message from Damon
I can't help but let a giddy smile flit across my cheeks as I click open the message.
I'm assuming you made it home alive?
I can practically hear the humor in Damon's voice in the tone of his text. I smirk and quickly begin to text him back while simultaneously opening the door. I usually check the eyehole before opening the door ever since my life has become overrun with supernatural creatures, but I didn't this time. And that proves to be an extremely stupid mistake.
"Hello, Elena." Stefan's voice sounds from across the threshold and my heart might have stopped for a second by the dread that rushes through my body. His voice is dark and menacing—the voice of the ripper.
"Stefan." I gasp. I push the door open with the hand that I'm holding my phone in and hide it behind the door. I wrack my mind, trying to remember exactly how the keyboard on my phone keyboard looks. I start to blindly text Damon to inform him of Stefan's surprise appearance. I know that I can't give away my actions, so I make sure to keep my eyes trained on Stefan. "Wh—what are you doing here?"
"Don't worry, Elena. This is strictly a business visit." Stefan flashes me an evil smile. His eyes scan the doorframe. "May I come in?" I open my mouth to protest, but he carelessly steps across the threshold anyway. "Doesn't matter, I've already been invited in." I step back from Stefan, trying to maintain at least a three-foot distance from him. He's got that crazy-ripper look in his eye that elicits fear in my body.
"Elena!" Jeremy runs into the hallway and I raise my hand to stop him. Alaric follows Jeremy, walking more hesitantly than my impulsive teenage brother; he's poised for attack.
"What's going on in here?" Ric's eyes dart between Stefan and me. Behind the door, I click the send button on my phone and hope that Damon's able to decipher my blind text message.
"Nothing to worry about, Daddy-Ric," Stefan says sarcastically, prowling a little closer to me. I take a step back from him. "Elena and I were just leaving."
"What? No." I insist, stepping closer to Ric and Jeremy as Stefan continues his prowl forward.
"C'mon, Elena. Klaus just needs to borrow some of your blood." Stefan jokes, but there's nothing playful about his tone. My heartbeat speeds up and my grip on my phone is so tight that sweat is frothing up my palm.
"I am not going with you, Stefan." I insist confidently. He narrows his eyes at me and stops directly in front of me, squaring his shoulders defensively.
"You are coming with me, Elena," Stefan spits out, "whether you like it or not. Now we can go about this the easy way…or the hard way."
"Howabout 'no way?'" A third voice sounds from behind Stefan and before anyone can react, a stake stabs through Stefan's stomach and he falls to the ground, screaming in agony. My jaw drops and I take a step back in shock. My eyes scan up from the keeled-over Stefan and settle on the instigator of pain. Damon's standing behind Stefan with a posture that indicates he is ready to pounce. The moment I meet his cobalt blue eyes, I feel a wave of relief rush through my body.
"Damon…" I exhale in relief. His eyes scan my body. I don't know if he's searching for injuries or if he's just horny. Probably both. I'm so overwhelmed with the mix of emotions that Damon's presence always elicits on me and the adrenaline of the situation. And despite the fact that we are standing in front of Jeremy, Alaric, and Stefan, I run into Damon's arms and press my lips to his. Damon wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me flush against his body. I part my lips and Damon's tongue enters my mouth. I subconsciously moan against his lips and run my fingers through his soft onyx hair. I break from his lips, pressing my forehead to his, breathing heavily.
"You okay?" Damon asks. I nod and lightly trace his hard jawline with my thumb.
"How did you get here so fast?" I ask, still breathless from our kiss.
"I ran." Damon lightly rubs my lower back, "I got a text from you that said 'Stefab's here' and I only assumed that you meant 'Stefan's here,' and you're just a terrible texter." Damon jokes and I soundlessly chuckle.
"In my defense, I wasn't looking at my phone." I joke back, pecking him on the lips. Damon smirks and pulls away from me. He turns back to Stefan who is watching Damon and me with hints of sadness, but he's maintaining his hard façade.
"Well, hello brother." Damon kneels down in front of Stefan and grabs the stake in his stomach; Damon twists it. Stefan screams in pain and I flinch, turning my head to look away from the scene. My eyes meet Jeremy's—he's watching me with shock and disapproval. I sigh and turn back to the Salvatore brothers. A low, evil chuckle erupts from Stefan's gritted teeth.
"So, what now, brother?" Stefan asks with a gravelly voice, "You fuck my girlfriend a few times and suddenly you become her lap dog? I expected better from you." He chuckles again and the sound churns my stomach. I take a hesitant step towards Damon and place my hand on his back. I kneel next to him, our knees are brushing and I'm staring down Stefan with Damon.
My heartbeat is thundering in my chest. I try to convince myself that I'm stronger now, that I really can do what I'm about to do to my former epic love. I suck in a deep breath and look at Stefan with stone cold eyes.
"I'm not your girlfriend."
I grab Damon's wrist and twist it, and in extension, the stake in Stefan's gut twists. Stefan shouts in pain, almost breaking my hard façade, but I feel Damon's free hand come to my thigh and squeeze reassuringly, strengthening me.
"You're turning into him, ya know?" Stefan taunts me through gritted teeth. I turn Damon's wrist again and Stefan grunts in pain. "The Elena I knew would never torture anyone like this."
"The Elena you knew left the moment you left with Klaus." I spit, and after the words fall from my mouth, I realize the truth behind them. I see a flash of the old Stefan enter his green irises before it's replaced with the emotionless Stefan. My heart clenches and I grab Damon's hand on my knee and entwine our fingers, needing to feel him and his strength again. Stefan's eyes drop to the gesture and he watches it without deceiving any emotion. I fight through the knot building in my throat to muster up the last bit of power I have. "Leave." I demand.
Before Stefan can say anything else, Damon pushes him out the door and pulls the stake from his gut. Stefan falls on the porch with a grunt and rolls over onto his stomach in pain. He pushes himself up and looks back at me.
He stands still for a second before trying to make a run at me. Damon blurs in between Stefan and me, placing his hand on Stefan's chest. Damon pushes him back and a preditorial growl erupts from Damon's throat. The growl reminds me of the same sound Damon makes when we tangle up the sheets and my heartbeat spikes at the memories. Heat rushes between my legs and I internally shake myself. Now is not the time for arousing nostalgia.
"Leave." Damon repeats my demand. There's a gleam in his eyes that suggests that if Stefan wants to get to me, he'll have to go through Damon…and he will lose. Stefan hesitates, but eventually, he realizes that he's fighting a losing battle and he turns around. He briskly walks away and Damon slams the door shut behind him.
The moment the door collides with the door frame, I exhale, letting all my pent up tension release, and turn to Damon. I pull him to me and wrap my arms around his waist, resting my head on his shoulder and nuzzling my nose to his neck. I inhale deeply; his scent warms my senses. Damon wraps his arms around my shoulders and buries his nose in my hair. I let myself be comforted by him.
"I could've sworn that his humanity was coming back." I mumble against his neck, fighting off the tears that are threatening to break through.
"It is." Damon assures me and I furrow my brow.
"How—? After what he just did?"
"He's hurting, so he's trying to repress his emotions. Seeing us together makes it harder for him to embrace his emotions because well…"
"I'm with you now and I'm not going back to him." I finish Damon's sentence, refusing to let him doubt my love for him.
"Right." Damon pauses. "He's just trying to survive, but he will come around." I sigh. I know I should believe Damon, but I find it hard.
I press my lips to his neck, leaving an open-mouthed kiss on his ivory skin. Damon grunts and adjusts his position. I can feel the bulge in his pants start to harden.
"Careful, Elena, we are in the presence of children." Damon whispers to me and I smirk. I move slightly, pressing my thigh up to his hardening cock.
"You're right." I whisper. I pull away from Damon and he quickly moves behind me, using my body to shield his hard-on. Damon wraps his arms around my waist and props his chin up on my head. I place my hands on his hands that are resting on my stomach. I can feel his erection pressed against my lower back and I'm starting to get wet at the feeling.
"I'm staying tonight." Damon informs the group.
"Wait, wait, wait…what?!" Jeremy interrupts our little moment and my eyes jump up to my brother's face. He looks genuinely confused.
"Well, if Stef decides to come back and he brings some backup, you're all screwed. I'm your best shot at survival." Damon informs. I push myself back against his dick teasingly and he growls low in his throat. My eyes dart between Alaric and Jeremy; luckily, they didn't notice our little exchange.
"Not that. I get that." Jeremy shakes his head, "What I don't get is this." He gestures between Damon and me. I nod my head in sudden understanding.
"We're sorta…together now." I try to define my relationship with Damon, but it's kind of undefinable. I know that he's my boyfriend, but are we really dating? We kinda skipped that stage. Jeremy looks at Alaric, searching for answers, but Alaric merely shrugs in response.
"You're fine with this?" Jeremy asks Ric.
"It's not my place to say no." Ric responds.
"You just watched her tag-team torture Stefan with Damon and you're just going to sit idly by like it's no big deal?!" Jeremy's starting to get angry and I instinctively entwine my fingers with Damon's. He strokes the palm of my hand with his thumb comfortingly.
"She did what she had to do, what we've trained her to do." Alaric pauses and looks up at me, flashing me a smile that almost reminds me of my dad's smile. "And I couldn't be more proud." I smile back at him. Alaric turns his attention back to Jeremy. "Now, we are all going to sit down and have a nice family dinner and pretend for ten minutes that we are actually normal." Alaric declares, staring down Jeremy. After a moment, Jeremy sighs and moves towards the kitchen in defeat. Alaric begins to follow him.
"What's for dinner?" Damon calls after Alaric.
"Chili." Ric shouts back and I bite by lip to stifle laughter.
"How original." Damon replies sarcastically and I let out a quick chuckle.
"If you don't want it, you don't have to eat it." Ric responds. He disappears behind the wall of the kitchen, but we can still hear him. "Well, are you guys coming?"
I smile, all-too-aware of Damon's hard cock still pressed against my lower back. I rub against it and Damon growls low in his throat, lowering his mouth to my neck. He starts to kiss and lick up the sensitive skin of my neck and shoulder. My breath catches in my throat and I let out a little whimper, biting my lip in anticipation.
"Yeah!" I shout back to Ric. I turn around in Damon's arms and look up into his electric blue eyes; I flash him a seductive smile. "We'll join you guys in a minute!" I shout, grabbing Damon by the front of his shirt. I begin to pull him up the stairs. I lower my voice so only Damon can hear. "But first, we've got to take care of a little thing…" I pause, glancing down to the growing bulge in Damon's pants, "Or I guess, a very big thing." I flash him a smile and Damon licks his lips lustfully.
We reach the second floor hallway and I push Damon into my bedroom. Before he can say or do anything, I kick the door closed and turn around to face him. I drop to my knees in front of him and undo his pants, yanking them down his thighs. Damon's erection pops out right by my face and I lick my lips hungrily.
"Fuck, Elena." Damon grumbles, collecting my hair in his hand.
"Well, we can't have you unpresentable for our family dinner." I purr, grabbing Damon's dick and positioning it upright. I swirl my tongue around the tip of his cock multiple times. Damon grunts and tightens his grip on my hair.
"Swallow it, baby." Damon commands, pushing my head closer to his dick. I smirk; I love the way he takes control. I open my mouth and start to swallow him. I get about half-way down his cock and start bobbing my head while simultaneously jerking him off into my mouth with my hand. "Oh yeah, Elena." Damon grunts, throwing his head back in pleasure. He begins to thrust into my mouth and I remove my hand from his dick, taking him fully in my mouth until he's hitting my throat. I swallow and take him down my throat, unhinging my jaw. "Ahhhh. Yes. Fuck."
The sounds that are coming from Damon just adds to my arousal. I'm getting so wet that I'm practically dripping. I remove him from my mouth with a pop and look up at him.
"Do you want to fuck my throat?" I ask, jerking him off with my hand. Damon makes eye-contact with me; his light blue eyes are dark with desire and a frenzy of lust and love flows from him to me.
"God, yes." Damon mumbles. I open my mouth wide and let him guide himself into my throat. I dig my fingers into bare ass, taking him deeper into my warmth. A low, primal growl erupts from his larynx and he starts to thrust in and out of my throat. I never break eye contact with him. I press my tongue up to his cock, helping to guide his thrusts. "Yeah, baby. You look so good with my cock in your mouth."
Damon reaches down and pulls one of my tits out of my shirt; he kneads it and plays with my nipple. I moan, sending vibrations around Damon's dick. He grunts and picks up his speed. He plunges into my mouth relentlessly and I temporarily thank God for my lack of gag reflex.
"Elena! Damon! Are you coming?!" Alaric hollers from downstairs, breaking our little sex-bubble.
"Ohhhh, yeah. I'm cuming. Fuck." Damon growls, thrusting hard into my throat one more time. I pull him deeper into my mouth, my fingers digging into the bare skin of his ass.
Damon's cock twitches in my mouth before he spurts his seed into my throat. I swallow and hold him in my mouth as he spurts a second time. Damon grunts, throwing his head back. I swallow his second load and remove him from my mouth. I'm breathing heavily, trying to catch my breath.
Just then, I hear footsteps on the stairs and I jump up—Alaric's coming to get Damon and me for dinner. I quickly place my breast back into my shirt and lean forward, pressing my lips to Damon's. I start to tuck him back into his jeans. The door opens just when I'm securing Damon's belt on his hips.
"Jesus, guys. Seriously? Right now?" Ric's exasperated voice sounds behind me and I turn around to face my embarrassment. Heat rushes to my cheeks and I know that I'm blushing. I hear Damon chuckle behind me and I roll my eyes.
"It's called knocking." Damon says sarcastically.
"Well, it's never been a problem before you came around." Alaric retorts. I shrug in mild agreement—it never was been a problem before Damon, but I've never been burning with more passion than I am now that I'm with Damon.
"We're coming down now." I assure Alaric, leading the way out of my bedroom.
Dinner is…awkward to say the least. We're all sitting around the table, sipping on Alaric's surprisingly-good chili, searching for a conversation subject. Eventually, I settle on a generic.
"So, how was everyone's day?" I casually ask, clearing my throat.
"Good." Alaric responds.
"Mhm." Jeremy mumbles in agreement, grabbing some tortilla chips and stuffing them into his mouth. Another awkward silence falls across the room. After a moment, Damon leans over to whisper in my ear.
"This is boring," He complains, and I can't help but agree with him. His voice turns low and gravelly, laced with lust. "I can think of a million more fun things to do instead."
"I'm sure you can," I mumble, placing a spoonful of chili in my mouth. I'm still turned-on from our earlier sexcapade, just dying for some release. Damon sneaks his hand onto the bare skin of my thigh under the table. His touch is cool against my overheated skin. My heartbeat picks up and I have to focus on my breathing to keep up appearances. I lean my head on Damon's shoulder tenderly. I catch Jeremy's narrowed eyes watching my display of affection.
"Okay, just how did this happen?" Jeremy demands. I exhale and pick my head up off of Damon's shoulder. I glance between the three people at the table—they're all waiting for my response, but I don't know what to say. I can't just pull out a timeline and point to specific events when Damon swept me off my feet and declare the exact moment when I fell in love with him.
So, instead, I simply shrug and say: "It just sorta happened."
Jeremy blows out a puff of air and places his spoon back in his bowl, obviously still extremely displeased with the situation.
Damon, completely indifferent to my brother's discontent, leans over to whisper in my ear: "You look so hot in that tight little skirt, Elena."
I gulp to wet my suddenly extremely dry throat. Damon's hand starts to lightly stroke my thigh. His touch is tickling and goose bumps erupt across my skin. He slyly slips his hand to my inner thigh and tugs sideways, spreading my legs apart. My breathing spikes and I drop my eyes to my bowl of chili, unable to look at Jeremy or Alaric right now. Damon smirks. "I bet you'd look even hotter without it." He whispers teasingly.
His hand slips up my inner thigh, bunching up the front of my skirt until it's hovering directly above my core.
My eyes dart up to Jeremy and Alaric; they are completely ignorant as to what is happening below the table and I exhale in relief. I know that it's wrong to let Damon touch me like this during a family dinner, but God dammit, I'm just dying to feel him again. I've never been this sexually driven before in my entire life, and it's terrifying.
"So Jeremy, what did you do today?" Alaric asks, turning to Jeremy.
"Hung out with Matt. Played some video games. Did some homework. The usual." Jeremy responds.
"Hmm," Ric says, "anything eventful happen?" Jeremy silently thinks for a second.
"Actually…yes." Jeremy chuckles, "It's pretty funny. Matt and I went out to the woods and…"
I completely block out Jeremy's story, all-too-aware of Damon's hand hovering a mere inch from throbbing wetness. I bite my lip in anticipation. Jeremy and Alaric are too intrigued in their conversation to pay any attention to Damon and me.
"Do you want me to touch you?" Damon whispers in my ear. His breath tickles my neck and I shiver. I bite my bottom lip to hold back a whimper. I give him one weak nod and he smirks, pulling his head back from me to maintain appearances.
In one quick motion, Damon slips his hand under my panties and begins to slowly tease my clit. I bite my lip hard to hold back a moan as Damon's fingers move over my clit. I tighten my grip on my spoon and open my legs further to give him better access. Damon moves from my clit to my wetness and he pushes one finger into my opening. I squirm slightly as my walls adjust to him. After I adjust, he slips a second finger into my wetness.
Damon slowly begins pumping his fingers into me and I grit my teeth to suppress the primal noises that are dying to escape my mouth. I know that I can't look at Jeremy or Alaric and I sure as hell can't look at Damon without giving away the fact that he's fingering me, so instead I keep my eyes glued to the table.
Damon suddenly slips a third finger into my wetness and I instinctively jump in shock. I've never had three fingers in me before—it almost equates to the size of Damon's dick…almost. My eyes dart up to Jeremy and Ric—they don't notice anything. I exhale and turn my gaze back to the table as Damon thrusts his fingers in me.
I can feel my body begin to tighten, indicating that my orgasm would be coming soon. Damon also feels my body react; he adjusts his position to press his thumb to my clit. He picks up his pace and pounds into my wetness.
The pressure becomes overwhelming and my walls clamp around his fingers as my orgasm washes over me. My vision blurs and tingles erupt across my skin. I bite my lip so hard that I draw blood as I try to hide my orgasm. Damon thrusts his fingers into me one more time; my knee kicks up in response, hitting the bottom of the table with a loud bang. I gasp and look up from my chili with a flustered expression. I settle in a post-orgasmic haze as my eyes dart around to the confused faces of Jeremy and Ric and to the laughing eyes of Damon.
I clear my throat and raise my eyebrows. Damon removes his fingers from me and chuckles low in his throat, bringing his hand back to his lap.
"Muscle spasm." I shrug. I watch Jeremy and Alaric, praying that they believe my lie. They're watching me with suspicion.
"Muscle spasm?" Jeremy inquires. I direct my attention to him and nod.
"It's been happening more and more recently." I lie, indifferently turning my gaze back down to my chili and placing a spoonful of it into my mouth. I look back up at Jeremy. He's watching me with narrow eyes, but eventually, he just shrugs, ingesting my lie and he turns back to Alaric to finish his story.
I exhale in relief and pull my skirt down, ignoring the way my body still screams for Damon.
After dinner, we all watch a movie. This is, by far, the longest two hours of my life. My body, soul, and heart are still aching for Damon. Every movement he makes is like an addiction and all I want is to be connected with him again, to feel his hard cock pulsing in my throbbing wetness.
And finally, the movie ends. I hug Jeremy and Ric good night and thank Ric for dinner before grabbing Damon's hand and eagerly leading him up to my bedroom. The moment we get into my room, I softly close the door and make sure it's locked this time.
"So…" Damon says, strolling into my room. He turns on his heels to face me and my eyes pan up his gorgeous body. "Muscle spasm?" He teases. I sigh and shrug.
"I thought 'orgasm' wasn't the best thing to say." I joke.
I turn my back on Damon and walk over to my dresser. I open the top drawer and rifle through my pile of lacey underwear. I feel a breeze behind me and suddenly, Damon's hard chest is pressed against my back. His hands sneak up to my thighs and he sways my hips slowly with his, grinding his already-hard cock against my ass. I smirk and rest my head back on his shoulder.
"Mmm," Damon growls, grabbing a pair of lacey red underwear from my drawer, "these are damn sexy."
"Yeah, another time." I reach forward and grab my panties out of his hand, placing them securely back in the drawer.
Damon grunts in fake disappointment and I smirk. I dig to the bottom to find what I was searching for. I turn around to face him. He's watching me with utmost adoration. I hold out my hand for him and unclasp my fingers. Resting on my palm is the necklace Stefan gave me when we first started dating.
"I want you to have this." I tell Damon.
"Thanks, Elena, but it's not really my style." He responds sarcastically, flashing me his lop-sided grin. I laugh lightly and shake my head.
"Not to wear, Damon, although I bet you'd look beautiful with it." I joke back. Damon's still smiling down at me.
"But, why?" Damon asks, his eyes turning sincere. I exhale deeply and pick up his hand, turning his open palm up to the ceiling.
"Stefan got me this necklace when we first started dating...ironically, to protect me from you. It was supposed to symbolize me and Stefan's unbreakable bond, our undying love for each other. Then, it became a reminder...something of Stefan's to hold onto so I could cling to the past." I pause and place the necklace in Damon's waiting palm, clasping my fingers around his to close his hand on the necklace. I wrap both my hands around his and look up into his beautiful cobalt eyes that are watching me with curiosity and love. "I don't have a need for it anymore. I no longer believe in what it symbolizes, nor do I need it as protection from you. I don't need it because I have you."
Damon's watching me in complete shock. I know that he's still not accustomed to the fact that I love him and I choose him. He clears his throat to shake the cobwebs from his brain, pulling him back to reality.
"Okay." Damon responds, his voice barely above a whisper. He pulls his hand back and slips the necklace into his jean pocket. I smile at him and reach up, cradling his neck in my hands; I pull him down to my lips and slip my tongue into his mouth. I moan against his lips, enjoying his taste. I trace my fingers down his bicep, loving the way his muscles flex under my touch.
Damon breaks the kiss and grabs the bottom of my shirt. I smile as I lift my hands to help him remove my shirt. He throws it to the ground and takes a step back to look me over. His eyes scan my bare navel and he smiles contently. Damon closes the gap between us again and presses his lips to mine. His touch is tender and gentle; he's worshipping me and I'm loving it. Damon's hands sneak around to my back; his fingers move lightly, tickling my sides. In one swift movement, Damon unclasps my bra and pulls it off my arms. Damon steps back once again to devour me with his eyes.
"Just last year I never thought you would let me do this." Damon whispers. His voice comes out softly, almost shyly. He's suddenly very raw and this new side of him is appealing to me on a whole different level. A smile flits across my cheeks.
"I did." I admit. My nipples are hard from my arousal, dying for Damon's touch. I close the gap between us again and place my hand on Damon's sternum. I step forward and he steps backwards until the back of his knees hit my bed. Damon sinks to my mattress in complete and utter defeat, intoxicated by my body.
I want to make him happy. I want to watch him melt for me. I want to tease him and fuck him and love him.
I step between Damon's legs and reach up to run my fingers through my chocolate brown hair, ruffling it so it falls sexily and loosely around my shoulders. I trail my fingers down the front of my neck, my sternum. I grab my tits in my hand and knead them, throwing my head back and moaning. I grab my nipples between my fingers and twist lightly.
"Jesus, Elena." Damon mumbles, watching me touch myself. I look back down at him and make eye-contact as I trail my fingers down to my skirt. I bend over to slide my skirt and panties down my legs. My head falls in Damon's lap and my lips brush against the bulge in his jeans as I discard my clothes.
"Oops." I tease.
Damon grunts and I straighten my posture. I'm now standing completely naked in front of him. His eyes scan down my body hungrily. A preditorial growl erupts from Damon's throat as he reaches forward, grabbing me roughly by the hips. He hoists my body up and spins me around, throwing my body down to the mattress. I giggle as he stands at the bottom of my bed, his strong gate towering over me.
"Have you masturbated while thinking about me?" Damon asks. My giggles catch in my throat at the tone of his voice—he means business.
"Yes." I respond huskily.
"How long have you been doing that?" Damon's voice is low and commanding. I gulp as fear runs through my veins—it's instinctive, not at all justified. I know that I'm completely safe with Damon. Nonetheless, the fear excites me further.
"About a year." I admit. A gleam shines in Damon's eyes at my confession and he tsks.
"Naughty, naughty Elena…" Damon prowls towards me, "imagining me fucking you while you were still dating my little brother…how very bad of you." Damon stops his movements and his eyes dart down to my pussy. I get wet at the sight of him watching me. He grabs my ankles and spreads me apart for him. "Show me how you pleasured yourself all those nights." Damon demands.
I gulp and nod. I trail my fingers down to my core and begin to lightly tease my clit. I pull my legs even further apart and press my head back into the pillow as my fingers dart around my clitoris. I've never masturbated in front of a guy before…and my God, it's amazing. I know that he's watching me even though I have my eyes squeezed shut. I want to stare at him—I always want to stare at him—but, he asked for me to show him what I would do, so I might as well be accurate.
I begin to play my most common fantasy out in my head.
"Tell me what you're imagining." Damon commands. I let a moan escape my lips as my fingers pick up their speed on my clit.
"I'm walking through the boarding house, and I pass your room. Your door is wide open and I peek in. You're…you're standing naked. Fuck!" I moan as I press harder on my clit and start tracing circles. Little shocks of electricity run from my core up through my body with each movement of my forefinger.
A grunt erupts from Damon's throat and I hear him shuffle, removing a piece of his clothing. I open one of my eyes: he's now shirtless, his beautiful ivory skin shining in the lamplight, his abs defined and stretching across the length of his stomach. I gulp at the sight and close my eyes again, focusing on the feeling of my fingers.
"Tell me what I do to you."
"You—you grab me and pin me to the floor with your body. You kiss me and rip my clothes off my body." My voice begins to shake. I hear Damon remove his belt and unzip his pants. He shuffles once again and I hear his jeans slide down his thighs and pool around his feet.
"What next?" Damon demands, his voice gravelly and laced with desire.
"You suck on my tits." I moan, pressing my head further against the pillow, "Mmm, Damon."
A preditorial growl erupts from Damon's throat as his name escapes my lips.
"Then what do I do to you, baby?"
"You…" I struggle through the words, breathing heavily, "You…you put your mouth on me and eat me out." I remove my fingers from my clit and toy with my lower lips before dipping two fingers into my opening. I moan as I fill myself.
"What am I doing to you now?" Damon growls.
"You're entering me." I turn my head to the side and bite my pillow as I scream out in pleasure; I'm hitting my G-spot. I know that I have to be quiet because Jeremy is right next door. "Damon." I whisper breathlessly against the pillow, "I—I need to feel you. Please." I whimper.
Damon grunts and the next thing I know, his naked body is pressed against mine. I feel every inch of his skin. He grabs my hands and entwines our fingers, lifting my arms above my head, pinning me to the mattress. He drops his head to my breast and sucks on my erect nipple. I arch my back and wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him closer to me. I feel the head of his cock poised at my entrance. Damon's lips move to my other nipple and he gives it the same amount of attention.
Damon's teeth scrape against my nipple and he thrusts up hard into me.
I scream in pleasure, and Damon presses his lips to mine to swallow my screams. He pumps into me hard and quick, hitting my G-spot with each thrust. Damon breaks from my lips and accelerates to vampire-speed as he pounds into me.
"Look at me." Damon commands. I open my eyes to connect with his cobalt blue ones. An overwhelming amount of love runs through my system, making the feeling of Damon's hard dick filling me feel even better.
"I love you. God, I love you so much." I whisper breathlessly, pressing my forehead to his and pulling him even further into me with the heel of my foot. I want to run my fingers through his hair, but my hands are still pinned above my head, and that honestly just adds to my pleasure.
"I love you too, Elena." Damon responds, pressing his lips to mine. We're both drenched with sweat and our slick bodies feel so right pressed together. Damon lets my hands go and sits back on his shins, spreading my legs apart for him. He continues to pound into me and the new angle stimulates a completely different part of me that I never even knew existed. I moan in pleasure, looking down to where our bodies are connected. His cock is shining with my juices. There's something so perfect about the sounds of sex, the flap of bodies connecting. It's so hot.
"Yeah, take it, baby." Damon grunts, pressing his fingers into the soft skin of my thighs. He thrusts deeper into me.
"Mmm, yeah. Damon!" I shout, throwing my head back. Damon grabs one of my bouncing breasts and kneads it.
I feel the knot build in my stomach.
"I'm going to cum." I warn him. Damon grunts and thrusts into me a couple more times, pressing his thumb to my clit.
"Cum for me," Damon demands with a gravelly voice. The sound of his voice sends me over the edge and I convulse around him, throwing my head back as wave after wave of pleasure rocks my body. My walls clamp around Damon, milking his cock. He thrusts into me one more time and explodes deep in my core.
We're both breathing heavily and Damon falls onto my body. We lay still for a while in our post-orgasmic bliss, enjoying the sound of our synchronized heartbeats.
Eventually, Damon adjusts his position and slips out of me. He falls over onto his back and gathers me into his arms. I rest my head against his chest and inhale deeply, wrapping my arms around his torso. The air is cold against my sweaty skin and I shiver. Damon tightens his grip on me and grabs the covers, throwing them over our bodies. I sling my leg over his legs and squeeze him to my body. I feel so comfortable in his embrace; my eyelids are heavy. I sigh in content and nuzzle my nose into his pec.
"Thank you." I mumble against his chest.
"What for?" Damon asks, tracing patterns on my bare shoulders.
"For everything. For being you." I whisper, pressing my lips to his pec. Damon chuckles; his body rumbles comfortingly from his low laugh.
"You're welcome." He responds jokingly. I ignore the natural snark in his tone.
"But specifically, thank you for saving me tonight." I whisper, shivering involuntarily at the memory of Stefan's stone-cold eyes and words. Damon feels my body react to the memory and he tightens his grip on me, pressing his cheek to the crown of my head. We both inhale deeply in synchronization. I shut my droopy eyes, giving into the heavy lingering air of sleep.
The last thing I remember before I fall into a state of dreamless sleep is Damon's velvety voice, whispering to me his promise: "Always."
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