"Dance with me!" I shout to Stefan over the blaring music. He looks at me and shakes his head.
"I don't dance!" Stefan shouts back, leaning forward and touching my elbow tenderly. I purse my lips at him in disappointment.
My eyes scan the dance floor—there's a litany of people dancing together: some grinding, others innocently shaking their hips. My eyes fall on the black-haired, blue-eyed vampire that has been haunting me for the past two years. Damon has his arms wrapped around the waist of some redhead, his nose buried in her hair. She's moving her body against his in rhythm with the music. I gulp at the sight. The sway of Damon's hips is hypnotic.
Dammit, why did I choose the Salvatore that doesn't dance?
Ever since my transition, I'm constantly horny, and my attraction to Damon was already hard enough as it was when I was a human. Now it's just torture.
"Please, Stefan," I turn back to him. He watches me silently for a moment.
"Nooo." He insists and I grunt, turning back to the dance floor.
Damon turns his gaze up from the redhead who's grinding against him and his eyes meet mine. I shiver instinctively; tingles run up my spine produced by his cold, blue irises. He smirks at me knowingly, obviously reading my body-language. I know that I should feel embarrassed, but I don't. My body is ignited, and I'm aching for some release. My tongue darts out to wet my lips as I pan down his sweet, muscular body.
He smirks once again, and turns back to the redhead.
I draw my eyes begrudgingly from Damon to Stefan.
Stefan's watching me watch his brother with a furrowed brow. I quickly smile at him, and he smiles back. I know that he's been suspicious about my relationship with Damon ever since I've turned.
"If you won't fulfill her needs, brother, I'm more than happy to step in." Damon's velvety voice rings over the music and consumes my senses. I turn to him; he left the redhead on the dance floor and is now standing directly next to Stefan and me.
"I bet you would just love that, wouldn't you, Damon?" Stefan states sarcastically, crossing his arms defensively. "Well, sorry to disappoint, but—."
"Let's dance, Damon," I interrupt. Stefan shoots me a look and I shrug at him. After all, if Stefan's not going to dance, why shouldn't I dance with Damon?
Damon raises his eyebrows at me and offers me his hand. I slip my small hand into his large one, and tingles erupt across my skin. He begins pulling me to the dance floor. I look back at Stefan for a moment; he's watching us walk away with his eyes narrowed, but he makes no move to stop us. Instead, he just downs the rest of his drink and places it on the bar. He stands up and leaves the Grille.
"Where's he going?" I ask Damon, suddenly concerned.
"Probably to journal and shape his hero hair." Damon says sarcastically and I roll my eyes, but internally I'm laughing. Somehow, Damon always makes me feel better.
Once we get to the center of the dance floor, I remove my hand from Damon's and turn to face him. I start dancing to the music, maintaining at least a 2-feet distance from Damon. He's watching me with laughing eyes that suggest wickedness and shakes his head.
"What?" I ask in confusion.
"You and I both know that's not how you want to dance right now," Damon wiggles his eyebrows at me and does his eye-thing. I bite my bottom lip because, once again, he's right.
"Then, how do I supposedly want to dance?" I ask innocently.
In one quick movement, Damon grabs my hand and spins me to his body. I gasp as my back collides with the hard muscles of his chest. My gasp turns into a deep-throated grunt that I didn't know I was repressing as his hands travel down the side of my body, over the side of my breasts, and rest on my hips.
"Like this," Damon whispers gruffly in my ear. His words tickle my neck and I shiver. I feel Damon smirk against my hair.
My lust starts to overtake my reason. I know I should put an end to this now; Damon is consuming and I'm still with Stefan. I'm just so turned on and the feeling of Damon's body pressed against mine is overwhelming.
I push my ass back until it's bumping against the bulge in Damon's pants and I start grinding my hips against his. I can feel him getting hard as I press myself up against him. I smile because the feeling of him getting an erection against me is satisfying on so many levels.
Damon's hands rub my thighs as he gyrates his hips, pushing himself closer to me. I let a small moan escape my lips as I feel his hardness press against me. I'm getting so wet. It feels like he's touching every nerve in my body.
Damon's hands travel up my thighs, over my stomach.
"Damon," His name escapes my lips unintentionally. He chuckles in my ear and his hands start inching higher and higher, torturing me with each teasing second. I want him to touch me. I want him to…God dammit, I want him to fuck me.
"I love how hot you look in this tight little black dress," Damon purrs into my ear. His words hit me hard and I feel heat pool to my core. I raise my arms and wrap them around Damon's neck behind me, pushing my ass even more firmly against Damon's erection. I hear Damon grunt low in his throat. His hands begin to inch higher and higher until they are barely touching my under-boob. I inhale sharply. I want him to just do it, to finally touch me after so many days filled with sexual tension.
Damon is obviously testing to see how reluctant I am to his touch. After he realizes that I am not exactly pushing him off and slapping him in the face, he smirks and he raises his hands just a little bit higher.
I bite my lip to stifle a moan as Damon cups and kneads my breasts.
"Mmm," Damon lowers his head to my neck and inhales my scent. His breath tickles my skin as he whispers. "You feel so good."
My breath is coming out rapidly now. Damon pinches my nipples and I gasp. He chuckles at my reaction. His hands trail a line of fire back down to my hips. I remove my hands from his neck. The more I grind against his pelvis, the harder Damon's dick gets.
The feeling of him getting harder and harder against me heats me up and all of my thoughts of Stefan and guilt dissipate.
I've always been curious about Damon's skills in bed and what his cock would be like: to touch, to taste, to have inside me. I gulp because my mouth is suddenly dry.
Damon's hands are rubbing the front of my thighs relentlessly. Slowly, he drops his hands past the length of my black dress and his cold skin presses against my overheating bare legs.
"God, Damon," I whisper under my breath, hoping that he doesn't hear the intense affect he is having on me in my voice.
He does.
"Have you thought about me touching you like this while you're with him?" Damon asks; his voice is low and husky, filled with yearning and desire. My heart jumps to my throat at the mention of Stefan in this context.
I hesitate, but then I feel Damon's hands tuck to my inner-thighs and all doubts disappear and are replaced with pure need—need for Damon.
"Yes. God, yes." I admit. Damon's smirks and his tongue darts out to taste the skin of my neck. I exhale and turn my head to the side to give him better access. He licks my artery a couple times before dragging his teeth over the vein.
My heartbeat picks up and my mind jumps back to the beginning of my transition when I blood-shared with Damon in the Grille's bathroom. I feel myself getting wetter at the thought.
"Have you touched yourself while thinking about me?" Damon asks. His voice shakes, like actually shakes, as the words escape his lips. He's also losing control.
"Yes. All the time." I confirm. My voice breaks as Damon's fingertips lightly trace patterns on my inner thighs. With each touch, I feel my arousal growing.
"Me too."
My breath hitches in my throat at his confession. I find the thought of Damon getting himself off while thinking about me way too hot.
"Damon, please," I beg, slipping my hand between our bodies. I rub the bulge in his pants. Damon grunts and pushes his pelvis up into my hand. Heat rushes between my legs. It's unbelievably hot the sounds that I can elicit from such a known sex-God.
Damon fulfills my request. His right hand closes the small distance to my soaking wet, throbbing core. His fingers dance over panties and I gasp, pushing myself closer to him. His left hand presses against my inner thigh, securing me to him. He obviously knows what he's doing.
"Fuck, Damon." I mumble, dropping my head onto his shoulder.
"How does it feel to be touched by me, baby?" Damon demands. I lift my head back up in an attempt to steady myself. I look around the Grille: everyone is either too drunk from their dance partner or alcohol (or both) to notice Damon and me.
"Addictive," I exhale. Damon catches my earlobe in his mouth and sucks, sending electric sparks down my spine. He pulls my panties to one side and places his cold fingers on my warm, now-fully-exposed clit. "Oh my God." I moan.
"You have no idea how long I've wanted this." Damon whispers in my ear, rubbing his hard-on against my ass. His fingers move in quick lines over my clit. I grunt in desire, thrusting my pelvis up into his hand. I shiver as his fingers move from my clit to my wetness. "God, Elena, you're so wet."
"You tend to have that effect on me," I sigh-laugh, but my laugh turns to a moan as Damon pushes his fingers into my wetness.
Damon is an addiction—I want more. The fire that he ignites within me is so hot that it's actually painful. I feel that at any moment, my legs will just give out; luckily, Damon has a tight and secure hold on me.
Damon plunges his fingers in and out of my wetness. With each thrust, he hits my G-spot, making me arch against him. He drops his head to my neck and sucks on my skin. I feel his erection pressed against me. The sensation sends me over the edge.
I shudder around his fingers. The waves of pleasure that hit me are unlike anything I've ever felt before. Damon keeps his fingers in me as I ride out my orgasm. The moment I fall from my high, Damon's fingers jump back up to my clit and he strokes me, lifting me up once again.
I bite my lip so hard that I draw blood as my second orgasm hits me. I've never cum twice so quickly.
After I finish, Damon withdraws his fingers from me and raises them to his lips, sucking my taste off them. I turn my head to watch him do so, and the moment our eyes connect, I feel the air suck from my lungs.
Damon draws his tongue over his fingers. He's watching me with such intensity it's almost as though his eyes are fucking me. My tongue darts across my bottom lip, licking off the blood that I drew. Damon watches me do this and gulps at the sight. If there's two things that vampires like it's blood and sex; I've managed to remind Damon of both in a short span of time.
Damon adjusts his position so his erection is pressed against the back of my thigh. I feel heat consume my system again. Vampires are always horny, and Damon is unbelievably addictive.
I turn to face him with wickedly smiling eyes.
"There's no need to thank me." Damon says smugly and I raise my eyebrows at him.
"I know," I say. Damon purses his lips, and glances around the Grille. He obviously thinks that I'm about to scold him. He couldn't be more wrong. "Because you're not done yet."
Damon looks back at me and furrows his brow. I smirk at him and grab his hand, leading him to the Grille's bathroom. He follows blindly, completely entranced by me.
The moment we get into the bathroom, I slam the door shut and turn around to face him. I see Damon open his mouth to make some sarcastic, witty comment, but before the words can fall from his mouth, I place my hands on his pecs and push him up against the sink, colliding my lips with his. He parts his lips and my tongue slides into his wet mouth. I taste all of his mouth—his walls, his teeth, his tongue.
Damon entwines his fingers in my hair and pulls me demandingly closer to him. I stumble forward, gripping painfully hard at his black shirt. I can't seem to get close enough to him. Every touch he elicits on my body makes me burn with a primal fervor that I've never experienced before.
I run my fingers down his torso, stopping momentarily to feel his hard abs flex under my fingertips. I break the kiss and lick his lips, tasting the intoxicating mix of blood and bourbon lingering on them. I've kissed Damon before, but it's never been this electric. I can now taste everything about him, feel every single centimeter of his lips and tongue exploring my mouth. I lower my hand until it's lingering on his belt.
Damon grunts and roughly pulls my head back by my hair, forcing our lips apart. My eyes connect with his—his blue irises are plagued with desire and need. The sight makes my heart jump to my throat. My sturdy vampire legs tremble under Damon's piercing gaze.
"Tell me you want it, Elena." Damon's voice comes out low and preditorial. I gulp and nod.
"I want it, Damon. God, I want it."
"What do you want?" Damon's grip on my hair tightens. The pain that shoots through my scalp just adds to my excitement.
"I want you," My voice comes out weak because my arousal is overwhelming.
"What part of me?" Damon pushes, pulling my head back further to expose my bare neck to him. He licks up my jugular. His wet tongue sends shivers to my spine.
"You know what part," I whisper, lowering my hand to cup the bulge in his pants. Damon growls low in his throat and the sound sends a rush of heat between my legs.
"Say it. Say it or you won't get it." Damon commands. He removes his hand from my hair and snakes it around to the front of my body. My breath hitches in my throat as he slips his hand between my legs and bunches up my skirt as he lifts his hand to my throbbing core. I lose the small remainder of self-control that I had when his fingers reach my clit.
"Your dick, Damon. I want your dick in me." I whisper huskily, giving into my arousal. Damon quickly removes his hands from my core and picks me up, spinning me around until I'm sitting on the counter; the marble is cold against my skin. He places his hand back on my core and my breathing picks up as he applies more pressure to my clit. His devilishly wicked eyes connect with mine and he flashes me that beautiful lopsided grin of his.
"Then, take it, baby." Damon growls.
That's all the permission I need. My hands move so fast that they blur as I rip off Damon's belt and throw it to the bathroom floor. I'm moving with vampire speed, but it's not fast enough—my need for him is so painful that it feels like I'm standing in the sunlight without my daylight ring. I know that having Damon inside me would take away all that pain. I unbutton and unzip his jeans, and wrap my small hand around his large, throbbing member. I free him from his pants.
"Holy fuck, you're big." I observe aloud. Damon chuckles low in his throat and looks down to where I'm holding his cock.
"And you're wet," Damon says; his fingertips dip into my lower lips. I throw my head back in pleasure and want. Goosebumps erupt across my skin. I run my hand up and down his shaft a couple times. "These have gotten quite annoying." Damon purrs, flicking the elastic of my panties. I look at him and gasp when he rips my underwear in two pieces and throw them mindlessly to the floor. His fingers dart back to tease my clit and he flashes me a lop-sided grin. "That's better."
"Do it." I whisper breathlessly.
Damon grunts and removes his hand from my pussy and grabs my wrist, pulling my hand off his dick. I furrow my brow at his unexpected movement. He shakes his head at me to dispel any doubt and grabs his cock. I nod in sudden understanding. Damon guides his way to my entrance and I make eye contact with him. I want to see his expression when he finally enters me. He runs the tip of his cock up and down my core, teasing me.
"Damon, please," I whimper. Damon smirks smugly.
"What, Elena? I am a guy; I can't read your mind." Damon says. I roll my eyes at him. He's always playing these damn games.
"Please fuck me. Just fucking fuck me already." I say, grabbing the lapels of his shirt and pulling him closer to me. I open my legs for him and wrap them around his torso.
This moment is surreal. Back when I first met the Salvatore brothers, I never thought that I would end up in the Grille's bathroom, begging Damon Salvatore, of all people, to screw me.
"Good girl." Damon responds and with those final words, he thrusts his hips up hard and deep into my opening.
"Oh my God!" I scream, throwing my head back. His throbbing member feels so right in me. My walls adjust and fit him perfectly. I flex, clamping my walls around him and he grunts.
"Fuck, Elena, you're so tight." Damon moves his hips, pushing his length in and out of me. I dig my black high heel into his ass to bring him even deeper into my core.
"Jesus, Damon." I moan, moving my hips to meet his thrusts. We fall into a perfect rhythm; we are so connected it doesn't take any work to match his movements.
He's watching me intently and I look down to meet his eyes. He starts to move faster and harder, pushing deeper and deeper inside me until he's hitting that sweet spot.
"Oh, fuck yes!" I scream. Damon grunts and roughly grabs my hips, pulling me down to him. My dress is falling off my shoulders as he rocks my body. I hear both our heartbeats deafeningly loud in my ears. Ever since that day in this same bathroom when we blood-shared, I haven't been able to stop thinking about his sweet blood. My eyes dart to his throat and I can see his vein pressing up against his skin. I gulp at the sight; my mouth is watering.
"Tell me who's better," Damon commands. I furrow my brow at him and he lowers his head to my cleavage, sucking on the tender skin between my breasts. I moan as his wet mouth sends electric shocks to the place where our bodies are connected.
"What?" I ask, breathing heavily. Damon thrusts up into me hard, hitting my G-spot, and I scream. I lace my hand through his raven black locks.
"Me or my brother. Who's better?" He demands. My breath hitches in my throat. I hesitate, and Damon slows his movements. The longer I wait, the more he slows down until eventually he just stops his hips and waits in me. I look at him and gulp, knowing that he won't start again until I answer him.
"You." I whisper, and it's not a lie. Damon knows things that Stefan doesn't even dream of, like how to perfectly balance pleasure and pain, rough and gentle. A huge smile breaks out across Damon's cheeks.
"I figured." He replies smugly and thrusts back up into me. I moan and throw my head back against the mirror. Damon moves inside me and raises one of his hands to my breast, twisting my nipple between his forefinger and thumb before grabbing my entire breast. His grip is hard and I arch my back; the pain just adds to my pleasure. Damon's other hand darts between our legs and starts to pet my clit. I shiver and my walls clamp around him.
I raise my head back up to meet Damon's glacier-like eyes. He's watching me with utmost adoration, lust, and love. A new sensation erupts across my body and I inhale sharply. Damon drives into me hard and speeds up to vampire speed. I moan and run my fingers through his soft hair. Every time he touches me, I want more, need more. I want to feel his blood running through my veins.
The knot in the bottom of my stomach tightens as I feel my release coming soon.
I glance down to the vein pulsing beneath the soft skin of Damon's throat. Without any hesitation, I lean my head down and my fangs pop out from my gums. I lick over his vein once before sinking my teeth into his skin. His sweet blood rushes into my mouth, and I moan. I feel everything that Damon is rush into my body—sex, love, strength, loyalty. I sink my teeth deeper into his skin and gyrate my hips around him.
Damon groans and moves the hair off the side of my neck, his fingertips tickling my extremely sensitive skin. He reaches his head down and bites into my skin. I moan against him as my blood flows freely into his mouth.
Damon drives into my core a few more times, sending me over the edge. I convulse around him as waves of pleasure erupt within my body. He wraps his arms around my small frame, pulling me down to him as he thrusts up into me a couple more times. I feel my second orgasm wash over my body, blurring the edge of my vision and sending tingles over my skin. I sink my fangs even further into his neck. Damon does the same to me and he explodes in me. His body shakes around me and I can feel his strong biceps flex. God, I love his muscles.
I retract my fangs from Damon's neck and let my heavy head fall onto his shoulder. He slips out of me and retracts his fangs from my neck. I cup Damon's cheek and subconsciously stroke the soft skin of his face with my thumb. My breathing begins to normalize. Damon's holding me close, petting the bare skin of my back where the hole in my dress resides. He lowers his head to my shoulder. I feel so calm and so happy enveloped in his arms.
I'm so consumed in Damon that I don't even notice the bathroom door open. I forgot to lock it…
"Oh. My. God." Caroline's traumatized voice shakes me from my temporary bliss and my head snaps up from Damon's shoulder. Damon also turns his head to look at the blonde vampire. Caroline's standing at the threshold with a dropped jaw as she takes in the scene around her.
I look around. My underwear is torn in two pieces and lying carelessly on the floor. Damon's belt is next to them and Damon's jeans are still hanging low across his butt. My dress is falling off my shoulders and blood is drying on both of our necks. The scene is extremely incriminating.
I glance back at Caroline. The disappointment and shock present on her face opens the floodgates to all the emotions that I temporarily repressed while riding Damon—guilt and shame overwhelm my senses. The face of the younger Salvatore, my current boyfriend, flashes across the back of my eyelids and I inhale deeply. My jaw trembles as I unwrap my body from Damon quickly. I feel so damn guilty!
I glance between the disappointed Damon and the disapproving Caroline and push off the sink. I meet Caroline's judging blue eyes and whisper ashamedly:
"What have I done?"
A/N: I'm going to make this a two-shot. I hope you enjoyed and please, please review! I cannot stress how great reviews are and how I much I appreciate them!