A/N: Second chapter. Thank you all for reading.

And only when Caroline felt his arousal press tightly into her lower back, making her gasp, she got the double meaning of this sentence and it made her legs go to jelly.

"Take care of m-me?" she stuttered helplessly and cursed herself the minute the words were out of her mouth, she wasn't supposed to fall for his games this easily. And she could practically sense him smirking behind her back when his arms slowly wrapped around her waist, his hands resting on her lower stomach.

He was pressing her tighter against him, his teeth scraping her earlobe as he murmured against it. "Mhm.." His hands were wandering downwards, so slow that it was driving her mad, out of her mind, insane, and when they finally came to a stop on her thighs, he pressed down on them, drawing her closer than she already was, which she didn't even thought was possible. Her eyes fell closed, she could feel his friend standing at full attention against her behind and it was unbearable. "Why don't we get back to bed?" he asked, huskily.

But Caroline wasn't going to make it that easy for him, or for her, she wasn't going to give into her cravings for his dick, and she wasn't going to let him have her without another game. She had to take a deep breath to brace herself for what she was going to do next.

Don't let him get to you, his little man is nice.. and thick, and perfect and unf... and.. no.

She mentally slapped herself before opening her eyes, she was glad she had put on some mascara. That would make it much easier to throw him lusty gazes.

Gripping the counter with her still wet hands, from washing of the blood, she turned around to face him, looking up at him through her long lashes, she batted them a few times while letting her teeth sink into her plush, pink, lower lip and smiled slightly. "What makes you think I wanna go back to bed?" she asked.

Stefan was a little taken aback, he wouldn't have thought she'd be able to play up to his game, but who was he to underestimate Caroline Forbes? He should have known.

But he quickly regained his bravery and placed both of his hands next to her on the kitchen counter, smirking a little as he leaned closer, his arching length pinned between them in his briefs. Of course it wasn't the perfect situation, every next movement of her could be a little torture, a tease. But he was determined to not let her notice. No matter what.

"I don't know, don't you want to?" He asked, shrugging.

"Hmm.." Caroline sighed thoughtfully, tilting her head to one side, looking at the bedroom door, revealing some of the porcelain skin of her neck to Stefan. "Not really" she said, lifting herself to her tip-toes, before sinking slowly back onto her heels again, brushing his member all the way down with her body.

And even if she was looking away, she caught him muffling a low groan in his throat and felt his manhood twitch against her belly.

He needed her. She knew it.

Stefan narrowed his eyes, his green optics falling to her lip which was still caught between her teeth. Urgh, he just wanted to crash his own brims to them. But he couldn't because that would mean he'd have given in, and he wasn't planning on doing that.

"Alright, princess." he smirked. And suddenly Caroline felt his hips roll into hers and a gasp in surprise and delight escaped her.

She wanted to slap her hand over her own mouth to stop the small noise from coming out, because not even she had imagined Stefan to be that forward, but before she could, his mouth was on hers, moving hard against it and after a tiny moment of astonishment she was kissing him back.

His hands landed on her back, pulling her closer to him, and her arms looped around his neck, her hands running though his hair, pressing him closer by the back of his head.

It was unbelievable, how fast they had gone from toying around to making out.

Stefan's hand traveled down Caroline's back and to the roundness that was her perky ass. He grabbed it in a swift movement, before lifting her up onto the kitchen counter by it, and her legs clamped around his waist.

Caroline moaned softly into the kiss when her underwear-covered, already heated center met Stefan's bulging cock through his briefs. He took his chance and deepened the kiss, letting his tongue slide between her lips. Both of his hands went to her ass now, pressing her down onto his dick, he needed the contact, rubbing his member against her. And she felt the desire pooling deep into her stomach, the fantastic friction he created between them. She clung to him like he was the only rock in an ocean and when his lips left hers to explore some of the skin on her chest, she let her head fall back. His name leaving her lips. "Stefan!" she gasped.

He was buckling his hips wildly into hers by now, and would have almost missed her words. "Yeah?" His head shot up the same moment as his hands caught the hem of her top, ready to discard it.

"Bedroom." she sighed, tilting her head back to look at him, the lust and need was visible in her eyes and it made him damn proud. But he still shook his head in disagreement. "You didn't wanna go there." he noted, smirking. He picked her up off the counter, turned around in the kitchen and dropped her off at the kitchen table. Her legs still wrapped around his hips for support, she propped herself up on her elbows to look at him. "What are you doing?" she asked, a look of confusion over her face.

"Watch." he winked, taking a step back, so that her legs dangled freely from the table.

Caroline let herself fall back onto the table, groaning at the loss of body contact, she almost whined. "Get back here."

Stefan couldn't hide his smugly grin as he took a firm hold of her panties and maneuvered them down her legs before throwing them carelessly away. "Much better.." he blessed himself and the view of Caroline's wet folds.

She grinned up against the ceiling. "Finally." before pulling her top over her head and tossing it down next to her panties. "Now you, Mister." she sat back up, biting her lip.

She actually couldn't wait to see his cock again. It was every woman's dream, she wondered if Stefan knew what a gift of god he had received.

He hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his briefs and grinned at her. "You really want this?" he asked playfully, stroking his fingers lazily over the fabric. And she nodded. "Alright." Dropping his underwear to the ground, his enormous length sprang free and stood up to his bellybutton proudly, throbbing almost painfully with need. Need for Caroline. Need for the heat and wetness and friction.

Caroline smirked deviously, licking her lips at the sight of him. It was such a turn on, to know that all of this was going to disappear into her. She reached her hand out, wrapping her slender fingers around his hard on and giving it a soft tuck. He sighed slightly, the muscles of his lower body twitching.

He was so hard and warm, and yet so soft. The tip of his manhood was swollen with desire and Caroline leaned down to press her lips to it for a moment, letting her tongue brush over it, teasing it just a little more.

He groaned when he felt the tender though of her rosy brims on his dick, kissing it gently. His arms locked around her, and when she came back up, he pressed his lips to her own, moving slowly. "I want you." he murmured against them, both of them had their eyes closed, his cock was up to her attention and gazing her skin lightly while they kissed. Their skin was hot, she was wet, he was hard and they were more than ready.

Caroline cupped his cheek with one hand, the tips of her fingers cold against his heated face, in the same moment, she gripped his erection, circling its head with her thumb, making him groan. When Stefan opened his eyes, he could see it in Caroline's flushed face, she wanted him to take her.

Her fingers left his face and she lay down, her hands up above her head, she toyed a little with her own hair. Popping her blonde locks, wrapping them around her fingers. She was there for him to take, her legs around his waist, spread for him, the soft pink lips of her pussy wet for him to enter, she was giving him all she had.

But Stefan remembered their game. Shaking his head mentally.

He took a firm hold of his arching cock, with was begging him to just slam himself home. And he could see that Caroline was thinking the same, her hips were already lifting off the table in excitement slightly as she thought he'd enter her. But he just positioned the tip of his pole against her opening, panting a little, he whispered. "What do you want?" he asked, sliding the head against her clit. Her legs quivered, her breath hitching in her throat.

She was surprised, yet again. He was going to make her beg.

Bastard.

"Stefan!" Caroline whined, pushing her hips down to meet his member again, but he pulled away, letting her buckle go to waste.

"I asked you something." he nodded, swallowing hard. It was unbearable, but he just needed to have her ask him one time, just for dominance.

She huffed, shaking her head quickly. His cock in one hand, Stefan used his free hand to press Caroline's hips down. Pushing his palm down on her stomach so she lay still, he poked the tip against her slippery folds again, "What do you want?" he mumbled and waited for her to answer, but she was looking away from him, smirking cheekily at how good she was at resisting him. But her lips gaped open when he pushed the swollen head of his manhood into her wet center, keeping perfectly still. "Answer me.."

She was out of words at the unexpected feeling, just this little piece of his erection was already driving her mad. So thick, her velvet walls were desperately trying to get in more of it, squeezing, clenching, pushing. But he wouldn't let her go deeper.

"God, Stefan!" she groaned in frustration, helplessly squirming around beneath him, she got angry and snapped at him. "Fuck me!"

A/N: Hah, thank you for reading. Tell me what you think. ;)