Sweet Surprise
"Shit."
Damon's shirt was drenched in sweat when he sat up in his massive king sized bed.
"That little slut."
The words evaporated into the darkness as he ripped the black fabric over his head in an attempt to ignore the bulge in his boxers. It was the third night in a row that his eye resting period ,because you know that vampires don't sleep, was interrupted by the visions of a heart shaped mouth doing unspeakable things to the eight inch rod begging for completion.
Damon's hand drifted between his thighs and he gave up after two strokes. Five fingers were no match for the witch in his dreams.
Maybe it was those damn shorts Bonnie had on when she stopped by to pick up Elena earlier in the day. It wasn't the eyes or hair that danced down her back. It definitely wasn't the way she looked at him like she wanted to set him on fire. And the blood, it was like a drug, what did that sparkly pussy assed vampire say, "His own personal brand of heroine." That's what Bonnie was.
Damon had seen the curve of her ass; smooth skin peeked at him from beneath the material. Damon's lids fell as the memory went from fuzz to HD quality.
He was there again…
Standing behind the little witch as she threw a bag in the trunk and slammed it shut. She was bent over the back, asking to be - well fucked. His body molded to her curves, one hand twisted in her hair and the other rubbed the wetness forming on the front of her shorts.
"Bend over."
A simple command that she followed immediately! Finally right there in front of Saint Stefan and Mother Elena he'd prove that there was nothing innocent about the five – two beauty in his grasp.
In both his dream and bed, Damon was fully erect, and no longer restricted by his clothes.
He pumped and stroked. With each motion he buried his length deeper in her walls. Hitting spots she never knew existed, pulling her hair, and asking her if she liked it hard or soft. Her whimpers only made him thrust harder. His fangs grazed his bottom lip.
He pulled and tugged. Switching up the imaginary pace, brushing his thumb against her clit and timing their explosion perfectly.
Dream Bonnie rubbed her ass against Damon and he was close, so fucking close.
The vibration of his phone ruined the high.
Damon shrugged his shoulders, pressed the screen, "What."
"Stay out of my dreams Salvatore."
The line went dead and Damon buried his head under the covers, set on finding the witch, her thighs, and the sweet surprise that waited just for him.