I wake up with the usual stiffness between my legs. Before going to the bathroom to deal with it, I listen carefully to the subtle sounds of the house. I don't hear anyone creeping up the stairs or about to enter my room, so I haul myself out of bed, clad in my pajama bottoms and nothing else. As I'm making my way sleepily to a cold shower a brute force slams me against the wall, stopping me in my tracks.
"What the hell?" I yell in Damon's face, which is just inches from my own. I do a quick check to see how noticeable my boner is; it looks well hidden to me. "Ever consider knocking before barging in on me?"
"I guess I could have done that," He breathes in my face.
"What do you want?" I ask him, nearly spitting in his face, while trying to squirm out of his tight grip; it's no use, he has me pinned to the wall.
"Elena." Damon grins slyly and this time I do spit in his face. He pulls me back and slams me into the wall, splitting the foundation. I fall to the floor and he gets on top of me, pinning my shoulders this time to the carpet. "I want Elena. She's sexy. That tight little ass of hers."
I summon all of my strength and flip Damon over. "Leave her the fuck alone." I still have my morning wood so the position is a bit awkward but I don't think he's noticed it yet.
"Oh yeah? Why should I?" Damon flips me back on to the ground and just as soon as I'd had him under me, now I'm under him. "Honestly, we both know that if I want Elena, there's nothing and no one who's going to stop me."
"What about the fact that Elena is repulsed by you?" I struggle against him.
"Repulsed by me? No one's repulsed by me. I'm a stud."
"She's in love with me." I argue.
"What does she see in you? Honestly, I don't see what's so great about you." Damon looks down at my crotch after saying that. "Exact for your big cock." He slides his thigh between my legs and pushes down hard.
"God!" I gasp, keening against his body. "Damon, stop."
"What?" He giggles playfully and starts to rub his leg, creating unbearable friction. "You're the one that's all hard from fighting his older brother."
"Ngggggh…" I find it impossible to come up with the proper explanation and end up groaning instead.
"Yeah," Damon continues, "Elena probably likes your cock. Tell me, Stephen, has she touched it?" I watch as Damon slips a hand down to my groin, easily managing to keep me pinned with only one hand. His fingers slip under the elastic waist of my pajamas and grip my cock.
"This is so fucking wrong." I mutter, but I'm too breathless to say anything else. Then Damon starts pumping his fist up and down faster and faster. My back arches and I cry out in protest but he keeps going, blind to how wrong this whole situation is. I feel like if he doesn't stop soon I'll go over the edge any second.
"I wonder, Stephen," Damon says, looking me directly in the eye. I look away, shutting my eyes, trying not to explode. "Has Elena ever made you come?"
The word alone is enough to send me over the edge but I manage to hang in a few more moments before the pleasure is just too much and with a few more pumps of Damon's hand and a few more barely restrained grunts on my part, I spill out into my pajamas and all over Damon's hand. He smiles at me through the whole thing, then gets up and washes his hands in super human speed, leaving me gasping for air on the floor, chest heaving slowly. I'm still lying down when Damon steps over my splayed out figure, examining me from above.
"Now, Elena may like your cock. She may enjoy touching it and making you come. But, as I've just demonstrated, there are other people who can do the same things she does. Other people who can make you just as happy." Damon starts to walk out of my room but stops in the doorway, turning around to face me one more time. "Elena may like your cock, but I'm pretty sure she'll like mine too." And with that, he walks out the door, leaving me in a messy heap on the floor.