Chapter 4: Getting Off by Korn

You can hurt yourself (go with it)
is it turning you on? (Go with it)
Ill be sittin right here (go with it)
when the time is right (I'll stick it)
getting off
I'm getting off
keep getting off
keep getting off
I'm getting off
I'm getting off to you
It's not enough
It's not enough
and more can never be enough
I'm getting off
I'm getting off to you
dip your hands right in (go with it)
come on its not a sin (go with it)
you can let me in (go with it)
wonder where I've been (I'll stick it)

A/N: This chapter actually came out better than I originally thought. I thought about teasing you and making two parts to this chapter, but who am I to deprive Damon fans of D/E hotness?

Elena and Stefan lay side by side after sex. Stefan lovingly wrapped an arm around her bare stomach and kissed her shoulder sweetly. As much as Elena was ashamed to admit it, she had faked her orgasm. She felt bad, but what could she do? Stefan just wasn't doing…it for her, and she almost felt…ashamed to say this, but she'd never really known how to pleasure herself properly. She'd also thought that maybe Stefan would get upset at her for doing it.

She didn't know who to talk to about this, though. Bonnie was a virgin, so she wouldn't understand, Caroline had enough issues to deal with, what with being a new vampire and helping Tyler, and Aunt Jenna – just…no.

Who else could she ask that would know about this kind of stuff?

The Next Day

"Little Miss Elena is too righteous to pleasure herself, huh?" Damon's smooth, sarcastic voice came from behind her while she was putting away laundry in her room.

Trying not to get flustered, she glared at him. "What are you talking about?"

His smirk widened and he raised an eyebrow. "Do you honestly think I would be stupid enough to check on you once in a while during the night?"

"You've been…spying on me?" She was so ready to slap him.

He rolled his eyes. "What do you expect after that little stunt you pulled? I don't watch you sleep, I just check on you every hour or so." He leaned against her dresser. "I mean, every hour my brother's not failing to please you."

This time she did try and slap him, but he caught her hand quicker than she was able to process it.

He chuckled and let her hand go.

"Anyway," He said smoothly, as if nothing ever happened. "Last night, I was just leaving the Boarding House to…get away from the sounds of you and my brother going at it when I stopped half way to the door."

Elena was blushing a deep red, wondering what Damon was getting at.

"You seemed to be having a little trouble, Elena." For once, he didn't say this mockingly, but with sincerity. Almost like he cared or something.

"What?" She asked angrily.

"I could sense it, Elena," The smirk had returned. "As if the sounds you were making weren't enough, I could tell Stefan wasn't getting you off."

She turned her back on him, small tears of embarrassment in her eyes, and resumed putting her clothes away.

"So that night," Damon went on. "I scaled up to your window like I always do, and you were awake and very uncomfortable." He grinned. He could smell her arousal and sense her discomfort – she was still horny, of course.

"I was half-expecting you to start masturbating when you were obviously in pain, but you didn't." He paused. "Why is that?"

She looked at him. "What is it to you?" She spat.

He raised an eyebrow.

"Well, you're obviously not getting it from Stefan, so most women would just take care of it themselves." He stepped closer to her and Elena felt violated and slightly claustrophobic. "Why didn't you?"

She put her hands on his chest and tried to push him away, but he grabbed her hands and pulled her close to him. She let out a small gasp and he smirked at her, his blue eyes darkening with desire.

"No," She whispered, though the throbbing between her legs started up again. Painfully.

"Oh, I won't sleep with you." He said softly. "I won't have you looking at me with regret every day." She saw a brief flash of hurt in his eyes before it disappeared. "But I will teach you how to please yourself."

"What?" Elena's eyes rose in disbelief. It made sense, yes, but it was embarrassing and…strange.

"So…?" Damon stepped back, letting her hands go.

She swallowed. "Okay."

Damon grinned.

Oh, no.

30 minutes later

Damon pulled one of Elena's wooden chairs up to the end of the bed, about 2 feet away. She lay on her bed before him, completely bare, blushing a deep red.

"Now," Damon said, trying to keep his voice from cracking. "Take your hand and run it slowly from your neck to your thighs.

She quickly ran her hand down her body.

"Slower, Elena. Take your time."

She sighed irately and shakily tried again, letting Goosebumps rise over her skin. Damon cleared his throat and swallowed thickly. "Take both hands and run your fingertips over your breasts." He watched intently, becoming more and more painfully hard.

"Now, slowly move your fingers to your nipples. Take your thumb and index finger and massage your nipples."

Elena did it, but frowned slightly. "I don't feel anything."

Damon thought for a minute. "Dip your hand inside yourself and use the liquid to massage your breasts."

"What?"

"Just do it, trust me."

She sighed shakily before sliding two fingers inside herself, then out.

"Rub it on each of your breasts and try again."

She slowly obeyed, having little effect.

"Apply pain."

"What?" She looked at him.

"Apply pain," He repeated. "That'll help."

"O…kay…" She noticed that he was sitting very still. She pinched her right nipple and pleasure/pain lit up her body. She massaged and pinched over and over again, reflexively arching her back up.

"Okay," Damon sounded a little breathless. "Run your right hand down your body – slowly, and run your finger up and down."

"On what?" She asked breathlessly.

He gave her a "what do you think?" look and she blushed.

She slid her middle finger up and down between her lower lips, feeling more fluids.

"Press your middle finger onto your clit and rub it in circles, slow at first. Take your time." She did, and felt a lot more fluid come out. She gasped and stopped moving. "Why is-"

Damon smirked slightly. "It's normal for some women."

"To have this much?"

"Yes. In fact, some may consider that talent." He chuckled, though in his mind he was wondering how the hell Stefan could help but to pleasure Elena from one end to the other.

She rolled her eyes, but couldn't stop the hysterical giggle. She kept stimulating her clitoris until she felt her body suddenly tighten. "Oh, oh, oh!" She thought she was going to come until Damon stopped her.

"Insert two fingers inside yourself." He instructed softly.

Elena hesitantly slid her middle and ring finger inside herself.

"Start off slow. Slide them in and out."

She slowly thrust her fingers in and out, moaning softly.

Damon's zipper was getting unbearably painful.

Elena began to move faster, but caught herself and slowed.

"No, Elena." Damon said. "You can go faster. Just let yourself feel it. Try running your left hand down the back of your left thigh."

She began going faster before running her other hand over the sensitive skin of her thigh.

"Switch hands," He said softly. "Raise your left leg and use your right hand to work your clit, as you move your left hand around your leg, inserting your fingers in."

Elena blushed hearing such naughty words come out of his mouth, but did as she was told. "Oh!" She gasped. The combination of her fingers inside her and her other fingers on her clitoris felt amazing. She became self-conscious of the wet sounds her fingers were making, but Damon's soft growl of pleasure told her it wasn't a problem.

Damon sat watching Elena, his erection painfully trapped in his jeans, his white-knuckled grip on the arms of the chair getting tighter.

Elena moaned again, feeling her body tense again. She hadn't meant to, but Damon's name came out of her mouth in a moan accidently.

"Damon…"

The arms of the chair snapped.

She jumped up in surprise. Damon looked at the splintered pieces of wood in his hands before tossing them aside on the floor. Elena shook her head and grinned.

He laughed breathlessly. She had no idea how close he was to going over there and taking her against the dresser – no, the mirror – no, the door…

His thoughts were cut off when Elena moaned again. Small beads of sweat appeared ion her as she came closer and closer to her release.

"Damon…" She moaned, hips arching off the bed.

He thought he was going to explode.

"Damon…" She said again, eyes closed in pleasure. "Touch yourself!"

"Thank God." He said breathlessly before unzipping his jeans. He had enough pre-cum to start himself off and he began stroking roughly. He kept his eyes on Elena's body as he was jerking off and growled softly before increasing his pace.

Elena let out a loud moan as she climaxed her juices spill out on her hands and sheets. "Aahh….Damoooon!" Her body trembled and she moaned again as she came down from the high. She opened her eyes and watched Damon's face as he worked himself: perhaps one of the most erotic things she'd ever seen.

Damon groaned and laid his head back on the broken chair. At last, he came hard, and knowing Elena was watching him come made it all the more hot.

Panting slightly, he looked at Elena. She bit her lip and smiled at him.

Damon grinned before hearing something. "Oh, shit."

Before he could stop him, Stefan burst through the door. He looked from Damon to Elena.

"What the hell?" He cried angrily.

"What?" Damon smirked, still exposed. "It's not like we were having sex or anything."

THE END