Beep! Beep ! Beep! Beep!
I jolt up and fling my arm to the side table to silence my unbelievably annoying and loud alarm clock. My hand thumps as it hits the table, and I search around blindly, feeling for the instigator of noise.
Beep! Beep! Be—
I finally find my clock and turn off the alarm; I fall back to my bed and curl back up under Damon's arm with a huff. I exhale deeply, snuggling my head closer to his chest which is rising and falling peacefully with his breath. The alarm clock did not remotely affected Damon's beauty sleep.
He's so different when he sleeps; none of his muscles are tense, he's completely relaxed and seems like some enlightened angel, unburdened with any past pains. I don't want to wake him. I don't want to disturb this man whose history haunts him like angry ghosts (metaphorically and literally.) I want him to enjoy his dreams and let them take him from his reality, even if temporarily. But, at the same time, I want to talk to him, to be with him before I endure another painfully long school day away from him. And I must admit, I woke up already ready for him.
I glance at the clock out of the corner of my eye; I have an hour before I have to leave. I grumble in disappointment and press my flat palm to Damon's pec, rubbing slightly. He squirms a bit under my touch, but quickly falls back into his sleep. I smirk; he's kinda cute like this. I fling my leg over his; the hairs of his legs tickle my soft skin. Our bodies are both warm by the heat swirling around our naked bodies under my comforter. I press my lips to Damon's chest, trailing warm, light kisses across his ivory skin. Damon squirms once again before snuggling even closer to the pillow beneath his head. I chuckle lightly and look down. The comforter is slightly raised from Damon's morning wood and the sight of it sends sparks of heat through my body. I lick my lips hungrily and I feel myself getting wet—I already want him. Unfortunately, he's actively pursuing not waking up. After a moment, I smile wickedly… I know a way to get him up.
I pull from Damon and slip under the covers, dragging my body down to nestle in between his thighs. His half-hard cock is screaming in my face, gorgeous in all its might. I wet my lips and press my hands to Damon's thighs. Without any hesitation, I take Damon's dick into my mouth and hold him there. Damon squirms a little more intensely and his cock starts to harden in my mouth. I love the way his body reacts to me.
Damon squirms one more time; he groans from the early-morning, but his groan quickly turns into a low-throated grunt of pleasure. Damon lifts the comforter and a wave of cool air and light rushes over me. I squint up until I can make out his beautiful blue eyes, blinking sleep away and watching me curiously. His eyes soften as he realizes what I'm doing and he flashes me his lop-sided grin.
"Well, good morning, Princess." Damon purrs. I let him out of my mouth and smile up at him.
"Morning," I respond, pressing my lips to the tip of his cock. Damon growls and throws back the comforter. It falls to the ground and the cool air whips around my warm body. Damon reaches down and runs his fingers through my tangled-morning hair. He grabs a clump of my hair and gently pushes me back to his cock. I smirk as I take him back into my mouth, securing him in my wet walls. I suck lightly and press my tongue up to his shaft.
"Jesus," Damon grunts, tightening his grip on my hair, "I wouldn't mind waking up to this every morning." I smile around his cock and reach up to cradle his balls in my hand. I tease them lightly and swirl my tongue around his tip. Another growl erupts from Damon and he thrusts up once, hitting the back of my throat. I gulp instinctively and take him down my throat. I hold him there, letting him enjoy the feeling of my mouth. Damon squirms under me and releases my hair, throwing his hands back; they hit the head board with a loud thunk! I chuckle, sending vibrations around his cock and let him out of my mouth.
"Shhh, babe. Jeremy's right next door." I murmur, reaching up and grabbing Damon's bicep. My fingertips dig into his skin and his cock gets harder at my rough grip. He growls and adjusts his position, tapping his cock against my cheek. I raise my eyebrows and chuckle, "Someone's eager."
"Stop being such a tease." Damon growls.
"Hypocrite." I giggle. I trail my fingers back down his torso and grab the base of his cock, positioning it upright. I make eye-contact with him as I bring him back into my mouth. I bob my head and jerk off the part of his dick that I can't fit into my mouth with my hand.
"Yeah, mmm. That feels good." Damon growls, digging his fingernails into the headboard. I hear a crack and I instantly know that his vampire strength bested the wood of my headboard. Oh well. Being with Damon means that there is inevitably going to be damages.
I let Damon out of my mouth to breathe. Damon looks down at me and I look up at him. His eyes are dark, tinted with lust.
"Bring that hot ass up here." Damon demands; his diction hints at playfulness, but his tone is serious, laced with burning desire. I raise my eyebrows, completely unaware as to what this unpredictable vampire wants out of me.
"What?" I ask.
"Bring that hot ass up here." Damon repeats, refusing to explain any further. I swallow hard and nod once, turning my body around. Damon grabs my hips and rolls me onto him. He settles me in table position above him with my legs parted. I let out a giggle as he positions his mouth right below my core. My giggles catch in my throat as he blows on my clit.
"Fuck." I mumble. I look down; Damon's cock is still in front of my face.
I've always wondering what 69 would feel like, but I never thought that I would actually do it. Damon brings in so many new things into my life…and sex life. I inhale deeply before bring my lips back down to his cock. I take him into my mouth and bob my head, swirling my tongue around his tip.
"Mmm, yeah, baby. Suck it." Damon growls. He thrusts his hips up and his cock hits my throat. Damon's fingertips dig into my hips and he tugs down. "Sit." He demands.
My heart jumps to my throat and I push myself down onto his mouth, desperate for any let-up of tension. Damon responds instantly. His tongue darts out and teases my clit. I gasp and temporarily lose my rhythm on Damon's cock. I shake myself from my pleasure and swallow, taking Damon further into my mouth.
Sparks of heat rush through my body as Damon's tongue traces vertical patterns on my little bundle of nerves. He moves his tongue from my clit and traces shallow circles on my wet lower lips, teasing me. I moan around Damon's cock and push my core closer to his mouth. Damon must've read my mind because he pushes his tongue up into my wetness. I gasp at the feeling of his tongue in me. He begins to plunge into my wetness.
I let Damon out of my mouth moan openly now, completely disregarding the fact that Jeremy's right next door and these walls are very thin.
"Damon!" His name escapes my lips like a blessing and a curse as he tenses his tongue and moves with vampire speed over my clit. I grind my hips on his mouth and lower my head back to his cock, swirling my tongue around his tip. I take him fully into my mouth and swallow, bringing him down my throat. I bob my head and a primal grunt escapes from Damon's lips.
"Yeah, baby, you taste so good." Damon growls, digging his fingertips into the soft skin of my hips. He moves his tongue back to my clit, teasing light circles over it. I moan and grind my hips even closer to his mouth. Fuck, Damon's so good at this. He's a God with his tongue and I can't imagine my life without it or him now. He makes me burn with such a primal fervor to the point where I'm in a constant state of need.
I run my fingers over Damon's thighs and hold him still in my mouth. Damon picks up on my hint and he thrusts up into my mouth repetitively, fucking my throat.
"Aahhhh, fuck, Elena." Damon growls, thrusting up hard. I gag once, but quickly regain my composure. Damon moves back to my wetness and plunges his tongue into my walls. His hand sneaks between our bodies and he begins to move his finger relentlessly and quickly over my clit. I want to moan, but Damon's dick catches the sound before it can escape my lips.
I'm so close, and Damon's not letting up. All it takes is three more movements of his finger and I fall over the edge, convulsing around him. My juices pour over his tongue and my body shakes violently as I ride out my orgasm. Tingles erupt across my body and the light caress of the air sends mini-explosions over my sensitive skin. I moan around Damon's cock and he thrusts up one more time before his dick twitches in my mouth, releasing his load. He has so much cum that it spills out of my mouth, but nonetheless, I swallow what I can. Damon squirms under me as he rides out his orgasm.
Eventually, his body stills and I let him out of my mouth, rolling off of him and falling onto my back. Everything feels so perfect: my mattress feels so comfortable, my sheets feel so soft, the heat radiating off of Damon's body feels so warming. I exhale deeply and close my eyes in content.
Damon moves over and lies next to me, gathering me in his arms. I press my cheek to his chest and wrap my arms around his torso. I inhale his scent of bourbon, leather, and firewood smoke. I trace the pattern of his abs with my fingertip and Damon shivers beneath me.
"I have to go to school today," I state, all the joy removed from my voice.
"You don't have to do anything." Damon murmurs. So typical…Damon has a complete disregard for education. I sigh and nibble on my bottom lip.
"Stefan's going to be there." I mumble. Damon's body tenses and I instinctively hold my breath at the sudden tension that exists between us. I stop tracing the pattern of his abs and let my hand fall flat on the 'v' leading down to his dick. I clear my throat to break the silence, searching for his response.
"You're not safe there." Damon finally speaks, his voice low and gravelly with brimming anger. I know that this entire situation is hard for him. He's upset about what Stefan did to me last night, angry that he hasn't been able to help his brother, and guilty for stealing me away in Stefan's absence. I understand where he's coming from, but it's one of those few things that remains better unspoken between us.
"I doubt that Stefan's going to take a grab at me while I'm at school." I reason. "It's too risky."
"Not for him. He's a vampire, Elena. We're predators. We're fast, strong. You're a sitting duck at school." Damon's voice is sincere and demanding, and I know that I'm fighting an uphill battle. I sigh and prop my chin up on his chest to look at him.
"I can't just stop my life every time some supernatural baddy comes after me." I meet Damon's cobalt blue eyes and feel my heart clench. He's watching me with his protective gaze.
"You're not suspending your whole life, Elena. You're ditching school for one day…something I know you've done before. What's different now?"
I sigh and push myself from Damon. I prop my back up to the now-broken headboard and press my head back on the wood. I know Damon's eyes are following me, but I don't look at him. Instead, I press my eyelids together.
"I just don't want to give Stefan any more power over my life." I whisper. My voice shakes and I inhale deeply, attempting to center myself. An unusual silence falls across the room…unusual because either Damon's always talking or he's making me moan unreasonably loud. I open one of my eyes to look at Damon. He's watching me with his brow knitted together and I sigh, squeezing my eyes tightly again. Eventually, he speaks.
"Then don't."
"How?" I ask, pulling my head up.
"Ditch school still, but don't ditch it because you're avoiding Stefan," Damon pauses and his voice turns low. He rolls over onto my bare leg and starts seductively crawling up my body, a playful smile planted onto his cheeks. And I can't help but return his smile and giggle freely at the sight.
Damon stops when his lips are leveled with mine. His breath comes out heavy and tickling on my cheeks. I can feel the sparks exchange between our lips as we stew in our ever-present sexual tension. Damon growls playfully and a large smile breaks across my cheeks.
"Ditch it because you want to spend the day with your Godlike vampire boyfriend as I take you over and over again until your whole body is drenched in sweat and the only word on your lips is my name as you cum more times in one day than you've ever cum in your entire life."
Damon's deep voice sends flushes of heat through my body; my heartbeat picks up rapidly and my breathing spikes. My eyes dart between his beautiful cobalt irises and his swollen pink lips. Damon's mouth turns up into that cocky half-smile of his—the same smile that I've always wanted to wipe off his cheeks, whether that be with a slap or a kiss. Damon turns his head to the side and listens to the air, watching me flirtatiously.
"By the sound of your heartbeat, I'm assuming you'd be fine with that." He growls. That's it. I'm wiping that smile off his cheeks.
I grab Damon by the back of his head and pull him roughly to my mouth. I kiss him slowly and passionately, my tongue slipping between his sweet lips and entering into his wet mouth. My tongue explores the walls of his mouth and his tongue darts out to tangle with mine. I moan against his lips and wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him flush against my body. Damon's arms hook around my waist as I arch my back up. I break the kiss.
"We've got a deal." I purr. I lick the outline of Damon's lips and he grunts. I can feel him getting harder against my inner thigh. I flash him a wicked smile. "I think it's time for a shower…what do you say?"
He doesn't say anything. His body does all the talking as he roughly lifts my body off the mattress and speeds us into the bathroom. He slams the door shut with his back and quickly locks it. His hands move quickly as he locks the other door that bars the bathroom from Jeremy's room. Good. The last thing I need is my brother walking in on me getting hot-and-heavy with Damon.
I drop from Damon's body and pull away from his arms, turning around to start the shower. The water falls warmly from the showerhead. I turn back to Damon and outstretch my arm. He grabs my hand and entwines our fingers. I step into the shower and Damon obediently follows suit.
Damon's directly under the flow of water and my breath hitches in my throat. I didn't think it was possibly for him to get more beautiful, but once again, he proves me wrong. The water beads off his strong shoulders and runs teasingly down his defined torso. His hair falls in a tousled mess as it dampens, framing his strong jawline perfectly. I gulp and gently reach forward, letting my hands explore his abs, his shoulders, his neck, his cheeks, his hair. I look up to meet his eyes. He's watching me love him and I can see the adoration and happiness in his blue eyes. I flash him a timid smile.
"I love you." I whisper, framing his face with my hands. Damon mirrors my smile and trails his fingers gently down the side of my torso, stopping at the curve of my hips.
"I love you." He whispers back. My heart jumps to my throat. I love hearing him say those words to me because I know that they only belong to me…that he only belongs to me. I close the gap between our bodies and kiss him slowly, sweetly. I kiss him the way that I believe he deserves to be kissed. With Damon, there is no lack of burning passion, but I often forget how tender-loving care has always been stolen from him and given to his brother. I want to give him what he deserves…my love.
Damon wraps his arms around my waist, pulling me securely to him. My tender breasts press against his hard chest and I can feel them get hard from my arousal. I wrap my arms around Damon's shoulders, pulling him closer to my lips. I don't know how long we've just been making out, but I don't care. I could worship his lips and his body for an eternity and be content.
Damon reaches down and cups my bare ass, lifting my body up. I wrap my legs around his waist and he gently presses my back to the cool tile of the shower. He breaks from my lips and positions his tip at my entrance.
He looks up at me with tenderness that I used to think didn't exist within him and whispers one word: "Ready?"
I inhale deeply because the mere sound of his voice is enough to take my breath away and nod once quickly. Damon slowly pushes up into me, never breaking eye contact. His throbbing member fills my wetness and hits my 'sweet spot.' I moan and let my forehead fall to his forehead, keeping my eyes glued to his. I can feel Damon start to move, but I tighten my legs around his waist to stop him and shake my head. Damon furrows his brow at me.
"Wait," I whisper, closing my eyes to revel in our closeness. "I just want to feel you for a moment." Damon's fingers lightly dig into my back and he nods, holding me on his cock. I can feel the blood pumping through his dick and I'm pretty sure our hearts are beating in synchronization. I flex, clamping my walls around him and he grunts low in his throat in response. I know he's doing all he can to control himself. I clamp my walls again and Damon growls. The sound elicits heat to my body, making me fully ready to fuck him. "Okay. Move."
Damon responds immediately, gently moving his length in and out of my wetness. Each time, he pulls out all the way to his tip and thrusts back up slowly, hitting deep in my pussy. I moan every time he reaches my G-spot. With each plunge, surges of electricity pulse up my spine. I grind my hips down to meet his thrusts. Damon's moving teasingly slow.
I dig my fingernails into his bicep, drawing blood and whisper breathlessly: "Faster. Please, Damon. Oh God, please. Faster."
Damon reaches up and grabs my right tit in his hand, kneading it. The feeling sends a spark of electricity to where our bodies are connected, just furthering my need for him. Damon pinches my pebbled nipple between his forefinger and thumb and twists gently. I arch my back up to him. His slow movements are torture.
"Damon, please!" I beg, tightening my legs around his waist. "Fuck me!"
A predatory growl erupts from low in Damon's throat and he snaps. He changes speeds so sudden it's like I just went from rolling around in snow to jumping into a hot tub. He's pounding into me now, his hips moving at vampire-speed.
"Yes! Damon!" I scream my pleasure. I stop trying to meet his thrusts, unable to keep up with his speed and I just let him plunge in and out and revel in it. I feel the knot tightening in the bottom of my stomach.
"You like that, baby?" Damon grunts, thrusting up hard into me. I scream as he hits my G-spot.
"Yes! Yes! God, yes!"
Damon drops his head between my bouncing breasts and kisses my sensitive skin. His movements are rocking my body so hard that it's almost as though I'm moving at vamp-speed. He lifts his head back up to meet my eyes and a wave of love flushes through my body. I want to give him everything.
I'm nearing my climax, and I can tell that Damon's nearing his, so I tilt my head to the side, exposing to him my neck. I'm giving into my deepest desire.
"Bite me." I demand, tightening my grip on his bicep. Damon growls.
"You don't want that." He says, but I can tell that it's extremely hard for him to say.
"Damon," I whisper breathlessly, "I know what I want, I want you to bite me. Please."
This time, he doesn't argue. He just reaches his head down to my throat and licks up my artery, softening my skin. He thrusts into me hard as his fangs pierce my skin. I scream at the sensation, but not out of pain…out of pleasure. But, he's biting me. Shouldn't it be painful? It's not. Instead, it adds to my pleasure as my blood flows into his mouth.
The feeling of his fangs and his dick filling me pushes me over the edge and I convulse around him. My walls clamp and spasm on Damon's cock and he pushes up deep into me one more time before releasing his seed. He thrusts one more time and another wave of pleasure rocks my body as Damon spurts in me a second time. He retracts his fangs from my throat.
Damon slowly drops me to my feet, holding my weak body which is good because I have no trust in my legs right now. Damon's eyes scan my neck. Warm blood is trickling from the open wound where his fangs were. Upset replaces the bliss in his blue irises and he splashes my neck with water, cleaning the wound. I furrow my brow at him. Is he honestly upset with himself right now? It was my choice to be bitten by him. Damon narrows his eyes and raises his wrist to his mouth, biting into it. His blood flows from the wound and he holds it up to my lips.
"Here. Drink." He requests. His voice is cold and filled with self-loathing. I make eye-contact with him and shake my head. He furrows his brow at me. "Are you stupid? Drink up. It will heal you."
"I don't want to be healed." I say stubbornly. He grits his teeth.
"Elena…we're both going to get so much shit when your friends see that mark."
"I don't care." I respond, crossing my arms. He scoffs and rolls his eyes at me.
"Why are you being such a stubborn pain in the ass?" He asks and I raise my eyebrows at him.
"Because you're being such a stubborn pain in the ass." I declare, reaching around him to turn off the water. I pull back and look up at him. My hand flits to the two puncture wounds on my throat. Determination sets my resolve. "I'm keeping them." Stefan has bitten me once before, but that memory is not something I'd like to keep—it was dark and painful; the way he tore at my throat was way more excruciating than what Damon did.
"Why?" Damon asks, crossing his arms. I shrug at him.
"Because they prove that I'm completely yours in ways that I've never been anyone's before," I explain, pulling the shower curtain back, "and I love that."
With those final words I wrap a towel around my body and exit the bathroom, leaving a genuinely shocked Damon in my wake.
Damon's phone rings the moment we both finish getting dressed. He grumbles and pulls it from his jean pocket. He looks at the screen and sighs.
"It's Sheriff Forbes." He declares. I take a few steps to close the distance between us and stop directly in front of him. He looks down at me and clicks the 'answer' button. "This could take a while." He lifts the phone to his ear. "Hello?"
Sheriff Forbes launches into some story on the other end of the phone and I pout up at Damon. He looks down at me and smirks.
"Mhm…" He responds to the Sheriff, "that sounds like my baby bro." I scowl at the mention of Stefan. Damon's thumb brushes against my pouting bottom lip. I exhale and smile up at him.
"I'm going to get some breakfast," I whisper to him. He nods at me in recognition and returns his attention to the conversation. I lean forward and peck him on the lips, flashing him a flirtatious smile before skipping down the stairs and through the hallway to the kitchen.
Alaric and Jeremy have already left for school, but Ric made sure to leave me some coffee. I pour myself a steaming cup and begin walking to the front door. Sometimes I like to take my morning coffee on the front porch; something about the stillness of the morning makes my life seem temporarily peaceful…and peace is a precious, rare privilege to come by these days. I open the door mindlessly and begin to step out when I suddenly stumble back, my body hitting a wall-like figure.
I gasp and my eyes pan up the body of the man I've dreaded to see since the beginning of this school year. Pure fear courses through my veins and my heartbeat pounds relentlessly in my chest as I meet the cold green eyes of the ripper.
"Honey…I'm home." Stefan says, his voice cold and completely devoid of emotion. He flashes me an evil smile and before I can do anything like call out for Damon, Stefan wraps his arm around my waist and pulls me into his arms, running off my front porch.
The last thing I remember before Stefan knocks me unconscious is the sound of my favorite coffee mug shattering as it slips from my hands and collides with the asphalt.
A/N: I decided to lengthen this sequel as per review requests. See? Reviewing makes a difference. :) I hope you enjoyed and I'll try to post soon. Please review and let me know what you think! I love hearing from you!