Monday dawns bright and early which means the first day of Fall classes starts. My body feels as sore as if I had spent the weekend running a marathon. Damon fucked me into oblivion all weekend. He fed me a little of his blood to make me stronger and he slammed me into almost every wall in his apartment. Of course, he was in control and any time I forgot that he reminded me. I let the memories from the past weekend seep back into my mind.
It was Saturday night and I was knocking at Damon's apartment door. Luke dropped me off and excitement was pulsing through me at what I was in for. Damon opened the door and leaned in the door way, looking every bit as tall, dark and handsome as he was with that damn sexy smirk on his face.
"Can I help you?" he asked, as if he didn't know me.
I took a step forward and whispered, "I came here to fuck and be fucked."
"In that case, you can definitely come in." He pulled me in by my shirt and shut the door. His lips were on mine and I kissed back, slipping my tongue in his mouth.
He ran his hands down my chest and pulled my shirt over my head. His tongue swirled over both my nipples before his hands undid my belt. I stepped out of my jeans and boxers, launching myself at him. My arms went around his neck and held me as close to him as he could. Then, he paused to take his shirt off.
"Are you ok with going the next step because I don't think I can wait any longer, baby," he said, placing slow, torturous kisses down my neck and chest.
"How can I say no to you when you're doing that? I don't want it to hurt," I said, trying not to imagine the actual process so I wouldn't freak out.
"I think I have a solution. I can feed you some of my blood. It will make you a little stronger and when I actually get it in, you won't feel the pain that you would as a human."
"I trust you, Damon. Don't screw this up," I said, looking into his smoldering blue eyes.
"The only thing I plan on screwing is you," he says, scooping me up in his arms and speeding us to his bed. He bit into his wrist and offered it to me.
I sucked the little wounds, allowing his blood to flow into my mouth. It tasted nothing like human blood; it was more like some foreign substance I couldn't describe. After a minute, he pulled his wrist away. Surprisingly, I felt stronger and I looked at Damon in shock. He smiled and got on top of me, easing my legs apart. I took a deep breath, preparing myself for what was to come. He leaned down kissing me and I felt his hand slip down to my cock, squeezing and stroking it. Once I was good and hot, he eased his finger into my entrance. His finger went deeper and I realized he was looking for that spot to spark me into insane pleasure. Once he hit it, I moaned so loud and scratched my short nails down his back. He kept kissing me and wiggling his finger over the spot.
I bit his neck as hard as I could. "Damn it, Damon. Quit playing."
"Remember that you asked for it," he said, veins appearing under his eyes and his canines elongated.
He stripped the rest of his clothes off and lubed up his cock. Then, he was in me and I was breathing so hard.
"God, Damon. Why didn't we do this sooner? I love the feeling of you being inside me."
"I know. I love you, Jer," he said, thrusting his cock deeper into my body.
I wrapped my arms around his back and arched my hips up to meet his as he thrust into me. "I love you too."
He sped up his thrusts, pounding me into the mattress. Then, the world stopped as the tip of his cock brushed against my cock.
"Right there, Damon! Fuck," I moaned, sweat dripping down my forehead into my eyes.
He used his vamp speed and vibrated into me so fast, I couldn't take it. The white hot feeling of orgasm spread through me and he sank his teeth into my shoulder, taking my blood. I felt him come inside me as he drank from me and I thought this would be a great way to die. He collapsed on my chest, kissing my neck and biting.
"That was so fucking good. You're the best," I said, squeezing him to me.
"I'm marking you as mine. Anyone else tries to do that, I swear they won't have a cock to do it with anymore. "
After that, we fucked several more times. One time we played his favorite dom/sub game and he fucked me into a wall. The last time, I finally got to get my cock inside his tight ass. He didn't want me to leave the next night, but I told him I'd be back before he knew it. But, he got me horny as soon as I tried to leave and we fucked again.
I smile as I think about Damon's insatiable sexual appetite. The effects of his blood had worn off and that's when the soreness set in. But, damn it was worth it. I tapped the camera app on my phone to look at my neck. The marks on it look pretty bad, but they remind me of who I belong to. My choker doesn't really cover it. The only thing I can do to cover it is wear a zip up hoodie and zip it up all the way. Otherwise, it will be visible to all the other students what I was up to over the weekend. I get out of bed and go to my duffel bag, finding clothes to put on.
The door to the dorm opens and Luke comes in with drink holder full of Starbucks.
"Hey man, I brought us some coffee to get the day started."
"Thanks a lot. I'm still wore out from this weekend."
"You finally got some ass?" he asked, handing me one of the cups.
"More than I could handle. So, what's our first class?" I took the cup and started chugging it to wake up.
"History 101 and then we have a thirty minute break before the next one."
"Cool, that'll be good to have a break instead of going from class to class like we did in high school."
"I know it. College is going to be awesome."
My phone beeps and I go to my bed to retrieve it.
Good morning, love. Are you still sore? I miss you. Xo Day
Aw, he's so sweet. I text back and tell him yes and that I'm pissed I have to wear a hoodie in the summer time to cover up the damage he made. His response was that wasn't what you said last night and remember who's cock you were screaming for. Love you.
I text him back and tell him I love him too. God, he can be such a jerk sometimes. "Guess, we better go."
Luke nods and we leave our dorm to go to our first college class. Walking through campus is an interesting experience, seeing all the different types of people milling about. A few jock types nod at Luke and several girls turn their heads to get a glance at him. If they were looking at me, I didn't notice. Once we got to the right building, eager freshmen pile into the lecture hall. Luke and I take a seat in the middle. The class passes by fairly fast. The female teacher doesn't waste any time in passing out her syllabus and explaining grading procedures and quizzes. After she was done with that, she dismissed us. Luke and I grab our papers and fall in line to get out of the lecture hall. One of Luke's football buddies come up to him and he tells me he will meet me in our next class.
I nod and make my way down the hallway. My thoughts go back to Damon and wonder what he's doing right at this moment. As I'm walking, s
Someone bumps into me and my papers hit the floor. I crouch down to pick them up and my eyes go up to see a guy of a 6'3 height with short light blonde hair and striking green eyes. He's clad in dark blue jeans, boots and a grey t shirt with a black jacket over it. The look he fixes with me is full of so much intensity my breath leaves my body. I stand back up, papers forgotten and he bends down to pick up my papers and I wonder how such a tall guy can bend that far down. He hands me my papers and our hands brush, a spark rushing between us.
"Sorry about that, I wasn't looking where I was going," he says, in a deep voice.
"It's cool. I wasn't paying attention either," I reply, sucking in a breath, trying to will my nerves to go away.
"You new here?" he asks, studying me with his sea green eyes.
"Yeah, I'm a freshmen."
"That's what I thought. I knew I'd remember seeing someone such as you around here," he says smoothly.
Is that a compliment? What would Damon think of this? Despite this thought, there's an undeniable pull to this mysterious blonde stranger.
"Thanks, I think. I'm Jeremy Gilbert," I say, holding out my hand.
"Ezekiel, but you can call me Zeke if you want," he says, gripping my hand in a tight grip. His hand is warm which is a contrast to Damon's cool skin. As we shake hands, little sparks rush through me. Ezekiel is a name I haven't heard much, but it's sexy.
"Nice to meet you. I have to get to class, but maybe I'll see you around," I say, trying to sound neutral and not flirty.
"You will," he says, flashing me a perfect smile as he walks away. I shake my head at the strange encounter. What was the deal with the sparks? As much as I love Damon, I hadn't felt that intense which was saying something. Who was this Ezekiel and what was he? There is no way someone that beautiful can be human.
Author's Note: Thank you to the people who were with Sparked Interests for returning with me for this sequel! I appreciate your support and I am thankful for my new reviewers as well. Our TVD season may be over, but we have this story. Also, did anyone recognize that I used an element from True Blood at the beginning? If you don't know, in True Blood, vampire blood can make humans stronger. I borrowed that element because it fit with that particular situation. What do you think of Ezekiel? He will be a key part of this sequel so that isn't the last you will see of him. Please remember to review! And did Jeremy's first time live up to your expectations?
