Rebekah wasn't quite sure how they'd got to this point again. The standing at his door, knowing that sex was an inevitability. She'd sworn, after the last time, that it would never happen again. That she would never lower her standards enough to let him touch her, let alone fuck her. Not that it wasn't amazing the first time. Damon Salvatore certainly deserved his reputation and she could possibly understand why all the girls fell for him and stuck around, even if it was only for the sex.
She didn't want to knock. If she'd knocked then she would have had to see that smirk on both of their faces when they realised that Rebekah was horny enough to want Damon / need Damon again, and even desperate enough to put up with the company of Sage, the peasant whore, while getting it. She hadn't missed his obvious and blatant attempt at being subtle, nor had she been able to ignore the fizz that lanced through her at his touch, even though it was through layers of clothing.
"Anyone ever tell you you're sexy when you're bitchy?" She had noticed he was there at the old fogeys meeting even before he spoke to her. Even weeks after their... arrangement, every time she knew he was around her mind went a little hazy and flipped back to the pleasure he had given her. And every time, she had to shake her head and work extremely hard to focus on what she was supposed to be doing. She had a job at hand, and once her conversation with the mayor was over, she couldn't well leave... she had to crush Sage's soul a little first. And then she couldn't help herself from seeing why on earth Damon would be somewhere that he knew the Original would be.
Damon Salvatore had issues with personal space, she immediately noted. Not that she was complaining, though it did make ignoring the hazy memories even more difficult. So the bitch mode got turned on, calling him rude and delaying his obvious need for gratification. It was what she was best at.
"You didn't get a thrill back there pushing Sage down? Crushing her dreams of true love?" He knew her type too well, that was the problem. He knew that she enjoyed being a bitch and wanted her to know that he knew. He was the first guy since she'd been out of that coffin who didn't expect her to be anything other than who she was, and god knows that made her want to fuck his brains out against this table that would collapse beneath them. "Can Sage and I interest you in a drink back at the house?" He kept eye contact so that she knew that a drink didn't mean wine, but she wasn't sure his exact meaning. A human drink, or a "drink," covering up for his actual invitation?
Either way she denied, and was planning on ignoring this whole exchange. "You know what they say. Two's company... three's a party." And she was gone. Deny it all she liked, but he'd had her right that second, the pure carnal need for him only getting worse when he invaded her personal space once more, his smell invading her senses just as it had on the night of the Michaelson ball. He'd practically purred the next words in her ear and it was only vampiric strength that stopped her knees from crumbling under her. He was hot.
Damon Salvatore was seriously hot. And he was under her skin with no chance of satisfaction unless she accepted his invitation.
She shook her blonde head, returning to the present time, where she was standing outside the Salvatore residence, trying to sum up the bitchiness to go in with her dumb bottle of wine. She at least had to make it look like she had ignored his insinuation earlier...
Damon Salvatore couldn't stop himself from grinning as the blonde walked in. It was only a moment later that he remembered it was all part of the plan. It was a good plan... especially if it meant he had a reason to fuck Rebekah again. Years of experience had obviously been kind to her skills in the bedroom. "Well this is depressing. What happened to the party?" Sage stole the next line out of his mouth – apparently the prospect of sex had dulled his wit. The fact that it was sex with an Original probably made it worse. Rebekah, though it pained him to admit it, had been fantastic the last time... and Damon wanted to see if that had just been because of the dry spell he'd been going through or because she was actually good.
The Original in question was getting more and more jealous as Damon kept dancing with Sage. He could practically hear her thoughts about the "peasant whore" from here, and the daggers she was shooting could kill, and she probably wished they would. But that was part of the plan. Jealousy came hand in hand with desperation. And desperation meant amazing sex, especially if she thought she had something to prove.
Not that Sage wasn't incredibly hot... she just wasn't Damon's type. Tonight he wanted a bitchy blonde who was desperate, rather than a redhead who was in love with someone else. A bitchy blonde who had definitely had enough of the "party," which meant it was time for the Salvatore to make his move. He joined her in the draining of some random, and then the chemistry between them was undeniable.
It was lucky vampires didn't have to breathe, Rebekah thought briefly as Damon stood in front of her. She didn't think she could've even if she'd tried to stop her beating heart. The bastard had done this on purpose, making her jealous by dancing with that slut. She wanted him, and she was sure he wanted her, but what if he wanted the slag too? Then what? She'd tried to get rid of those thoughts by taking a bite out of the human that had been invited for that very purpose, but Damon had obviously seen though her jealousy... And then he'd touched her, and the sparks that flew could have lit a whole city. She needed him. Screw Sage. Screw everything. She needed Damon fucking her. "I don't want her. I want you."
They'd kissed then, fireworks going everywhere, including deep in her body. They'd kissed all the way up the stairs, knowing that they couldn't torture each other anymore. This was happening, and had been building since the last time.
As she watched them leave, Sage smirked. This plan had gone perfectly.
"No." He'd gasped out as her hands wrapped around him. He couldn't and wouldn't stand this any longer. He needed to be inside of her – they had all night to be relentless – right now. She'd practically drooled in response to him telling her that and stared at him for what seemed like forever. Then she'd regained her thoughts, pushing him onto the double bed, and climbing on top of him, still fully clothed.
"But I like making you beg, Damon..." she'd purred, slowly unbuttoning his shirt, enjoying his little intakes of breath every time she touched his bare skin. "In fact..." she moved her hips a little, just enough to make him gasp, leant down and kissed the spot just below his ear. "I adore it." She could feel him getting even harder underneath her and god she wanted to just let him get his release... but she wouldn't. He had to be crying out for it before she'd give it to him. "It's hot in here, don't you think?" Rebekah sat back up again, hands reaching up to remove her jacket, slowly. Damon's pupils dilated as she painstakingly unbuttoned her blouse, one by one. Once that was removed the horizontal vampire couldn't help himself from reaching up to unclasp her bra, but before he could expose more of her body to him she wasn't on him anymore. "Mr Salvatore, I was really hoping I wouldn't have to use this..." her voice was taunting as she toyed with the tie in her hand. Before he knew it she had tied both his hands together and knotted them to bed, before returning to her rightful place on top of him.
Damon Salvatore hadn't bargained for this torture. That's not to say that he wasn't enjoying it, the way her hips were sliding along his and the way her breasts were heaving in front of his very eyes. The bra had disappeared, joining the floor with most of her other clothing. All except the pair of silk panties that she refused to take off. The silk panties that were practically making him want to cum right then and there, and it was only sheer force of will that prevented that. "I hope you're enjoying this." He'd managed to ground out as her hips picked up the pace. She'd smirked in response, but then her body found the rhythm she was looking for and a moan slipped out of her throat.
That was the last straw, and Damon somehow found the strength to rip the tie from the bed (the knot had been surprisingly strong), flip both of them over and remove that piece of underwear that was practically molesting him. Rebekah gasped out as she looked up at him, before wrapping both her arms around him and kissing him. Gone was the torture... for now. For now they were just going to enjoy making out, and when she least expected it, Damon planned to slide himself into her (which he then did) and enjoy the tightness around his cock. "Fuck, Damon... Oh FUCK." Rebekah's accent made her expletives sound even hotter. He thrust into her at a force only a vampire could stand, practically dying every time his name slipped out of her open mouth.
And then he came with a grunt, spilling into her. Before she did. And by the way the smirk grew bigger she wanted that. And he was determined to wipe it off her face and replace it with a face of pure ecstasy that could only come after a good orgasm. "Bitch." Rebekah loved it when she brought guys down a peg or two. Damon had tortured her relentlessly last time, and it was just nice to prove that she still had it in her to break Mr Damon Salvatore, who had a reputation as the best lay around. But from the look on his face, she was still going to be the subject of torture.
And god was this going to be fun.