A/N: I don't know if it was because the song was stuck in my head or not, but 'Tonight (I'm F**kin' You)' by Enrique Iglesias was playing in my mind the whole time I was writing this. Anyway, thanks for being patient with me guys and I would like to apologize again for leaving you hanging last chapter. I know it's been a bit longer then the deadline I gave you guys, and its mostly because I was distracted reading the other Forwood fanfics on here lol but hear it is :)
Disclaimer: I'm not in the mood to think up anything clever to show I don't own the Vampire Diaries. It's really not even worth it. This is Fan Fiction for a reason.
Caroline's body was already radiating heat, her heart hammering furiously inside her chest. Right now, she was very grateful for all of the interruptions before. The long wait for this moment had built up and maximized all of the sensations, all of the feelings that were stirring up inside her. And for those feelings to be magnified, were almost too overwhelming..everything about Tyler did so many things to her, so many unexplainable reactions she wasn't familiar with.
Somehow they'd managed to get into the bedroom despite their feverish and urgent kissing, but as they entered, Tyler abruptly pressed her up against the wall, their eyes locked, his mouth hovering millimeters over hers, his hot delicious breath rushing all over her face. She watched in fascination as he slowly licked his lips..
"..Ty?" She questioned breathlessly, her blue eyes searching his dark chocolate ones. But he acted as if she hadn't spoken a word, and continued to push his defined, solid muscular body against hers, closing any space that had been between them. She tried to stifle a moan as every part of her formed to him, feeling every contour of his lean muscle shaping to her.
He then moved his lips to her neck, brushing them slowly up and down on her skin until they reached the very side of her mouth, as he used his thumbs to rub circles on her hips. His gradualness was driving her insane. He was dragging everything out, teasing her in a way that made the anticipation intolerable..and he could clearly tell by her apparent trembling.
"What's a matter, Forbes?" He murmured smugly against the edge of her lips, enjoying every second of her torment.
She struggled with no avail to keep a whimper from escaping her throat, ignoring his question, she pleaded, "Please, Tyler? I need-" But he never let her finish, his lips smashing together with hers once again.
This kiss was filled with more desperation then before, more intense and hungry, causing her to lean in for more. Her fingers intertwined with his dark hair, pulling him impossibly closer, while his began a slow crawl up her torso, bringing the floral tank top with them. She lifted her arms above her head eagerly, allowing him to glide off the clothing, leaving her wearing nothing but her under things.
Tyler groaned deeply against her lips as his hands roamed over her urgently, wrapping his arms around her back to unhook her bra, throwing it to the side somewhere on the golden carpet below them.
Separating their mouths, he pulled back and stood there, gazing down at her now exposed breasts. His eyes were burning into her, smoldering and there was nothing but the sound of their breathless panting filling the air, until his hands darted up and cupped both of her peaks. Her chest instantly stiffened at the contact, her nipples becoming hard as he began kneading them in a circular motion.
"Tyler..." She moaned from his expert touch.
By now, Caroline was pooling wet below, her need for him insufferable. She didn't know how much longer she could take him not being inside of her, satisfying that aching throb that was forming between her legs.
She quickly moved her hands from his dark hair onto his jacket, pushing it off of him to the floor, then to the collar of his shirt, descending, unfastening the buttons one by one, casting it off as well. A groan rumbled in his throat, as she glided her hands over the lean muscles of his now bare stomach.
"I want you so badly." He whispered, desire oozing from each word as he nipped at her ear. She shivered, and hurriedly reach for the zipper of his pants but he caught her hand and slowly pinned it up against the wall beside her.
"...Please Ty?" She whined, an undeniable smile spreading across his face. His fingers came up, gently turning her head directly toward his so they were face-on.
"Don't be so impatient, Forbes..." His wry voice pouring out velvety smooth.
"Don't preach to me about impatience, Lockwood. " She shot back, still panting, "I'm the one who's standing here practically naked already."
He laughed once, gripping her hips with his hands once again, forehead leaning against her own, "You know..it kinda hurts me that your complaining at a time like this." He then emphasized 'this', moving his mouth back to her neck, trailing his tongue down across her collarbone, the whisper of his lips tickling her skin.
She smirked darkly, "Well, maybe I wouldn't have to complain if you actually knew how to satisfy a girl." She instantly knew what'd she said was total bullshit, in fact, it was almost a crime to make such a comment to a guy who was able to make her wet by just looking at her. But he wasn't the only one that was allowed to make snide remarks, this was her house.
"Ouch, Forbes." He hummed into her ear, his teeth grazing it causing her to shiver. Then suddenly, cold air swept over her as he peeled his body from hers, taking a couple steps back. She involuntary reached out for him, grabbing his strong forearm. He looked down at her grasp, then his eyes scanned her entire frame, coming to a rest on her face. His mouth twisted into an arrogant smirk, the bastard..
"W-what are you...?" She winced at the desperation in her voice that instigated Tyler's face to become somehow even more smug.
"No, no, Forbes..don't let me..inconvenience you any longer with my lack of skills to please." A dangerous glint shone in his eye, devilish even, turning her on even further..
She let out a half-frustrated, half-pleading sigh, "Stop playing games, Ty."
He held up his free arm in mock surrender and innocence, "No games. It'd just be so...un-gentlemanlike of me to force my unsatisfying, amateurish moves on you..don't you think?" Then his eyes shot up and locked with hers, flashing a look of pure roguishness.. she could already tell she wouldn't like what his next words would be, "I mean..isn't that what you have your husband for?" And there it was.
It was like a slap in the face. Her mouth opened to retort with something witty or go full bitch mode on him, but whatever she planned on saying caught in her throat with shock. What could she say? 'hey you take that back'? 'that's so not true!'? or maybe 'Stop being an asshole, his sex is amazing'? Highly unlikely, she'd end up sounding even more like an idiot then she looked, standing there speechless.
Her silence caused him to continue on, "Do I not recall, a very sexy blonde once telling me that being right gave me the privilege to be a dick?" He was smirking openly now, daring her to challenge his words.
Damn he was so fucking good..
She took a deep breath through gritted teeth, "Screw you."
His head tilted slightly to the side, nothing but pure amusement in his eyes, "All you have to do is ask."
He irked her so much at just that fact he could be such an asshole, yet still have her craving him every second despite him being so. Not to mention the difficulty she was having keeping her eyes off his amazing exposed physique. Reluctantly, she tore her eyes away from his body, narrowing them in the process at him.
Returning to the subject at hand, "I may have said that, but I think you might be overusing your 'dick' privilege." She pointed out curtly. He was driving her to the brink by now. All she wanted, needed, was this man inside her but he continued persistently to tease her to insanity.
He chuckled, a look on his face that screamed her assumption was doubtful. He pulled her to him with the grip she still had on his arm, "Baby," He breathed against her lips, "you haven't even seen me use my dick yet."
"Well then... why don't you show me?" She suggested, her breath becoming increasingly faster as her eyes searched his handsome face that was still smirking down at her.
Suddenly, she found herself laid out on the king sized bed, the smooth satiny comforter caressing her bare backside, watching in awe as Tyler removed his jeans. Positioned in between her legs, he crawled on top of her, his mouth dominating every part of her exposed skin. His heat was surrounding her, engulfing her, as his musky scent filled her nostrils. His lips continued their magic across her torso, while his fingers slid down lower, massaging her thighs.
She sighed breathlessly with need, impatience, and desire as she indicated what she wanted by tugging at his boxer's waistband. She could feel his grin against the hollow of her neck, as he abruptly pulled off her last obstructive article of clothing tossing it to the side. As soon as they were out of the way, he slung her legs up over his shoulder, and began licking and kissing her inner thighs..
Caroline whimpered from the mix of anticipation and pleasure she had shooting around her body. He was so close to the sweet spot where she needed him, which caused her to thrust toward him, begging him to get on with it and end the unendurable torture. But he wouldn't budge, only continuing to tease her with his warm, slick tongue that was now working her only centimeters away from where she was craving it.
Her fingers clutched and clawed at the bed sheets below her, "Shit, Ty..." She moaned, triggering a similar response from him. His groan vibrated against her inner thigh, causing her to gasp, sending tremors through her body.
Eventually, even Tyler looked like even he couldn't stand waiting anymore, and finally dipped his head down, his tongue entering her.
She cried out from the extreme pleasure. It was like nothing else she'd ever felt before, indescribable. The way his adept tongue explored every inch inside her, rhythmically licking slower then harder and in so many different patterns it caused her to scream out from the ecstasy. It was like he was scratching an itch she didn't even know she had.
He continued to eat her out vigorously, her hands becoming knotting in his dark hair, her back arching upward involuntarily as she cried his name. And as if she wasn't on the edge of complete elation already, his hands began to rub her inner thighs in a circular motion, all the while giving her the best oral pleasure she'd ever experienced.
Then, she could feel it coming. That mind-blowing euphoria feeling that couldn't be compared to anything imaginable, maybe like.. going down a huge hill on a rollercoaster, mixed with the best food you've ever eaten, times every wonderful sensation you could think of all rolled into one..but way fucking better.. Her breathing began to speed up impossibly, she squeezed her eyes shut.
"Ty...Tyler I'm-" Then she cut her own self off with a loud cry of pure gratification.
She vaguely became aware upon opening her eyes that Tyler was grinning cockily at her from between her legs, which should have pissed her off a little..but damn if it didn't add to her already incredible high he was giving her.
Unexpectedly, she was overwhelmed by determination. She wasn't just going to lay back and let him call all the shots. Her hands shot immediately between them to the top of his boxers, tugging them downward. This time she wasn't going to take no for an answer.
Luckily, he didn't even protest this time. His breathing was almost as hitched as hers now, pure hunger and need evident in his dark eyes.
Long last, they were both completely exposed. She felt as if the world had been counting down to this moment her whole life. Maybe there were some that thought such an incredible time should be spared, carried out, not be rushed..but not her. All she wanted was him inside her now. And she wanted it fast and hard.
Apparently he was thinking the same thing as she was. His teasing game completely forgotten as he didn't hesitate spreading her legs, propping himself up on his knees, readying to enter her.
But, it dawned on her suddenly that this was the first time she'd gotten a view of his glorious cock.. and she wasn't disappointed. In fact, her fantasies hadn't done this man justice when it came to the amazing length he'd been so graciously gifted with.
Without thinking, she reached down between them and took it between her hands. She knew what she'd thought about the whole, straight to the point thing..but she couldn't help it.
She wrapped her fingers around his already solid member, squeezing slightly. Immediately, Tyler's head dropped back, a low groan escaping his lips as he knotted his fingers in her blonde curls. Satisfied by his reaction, she applied more pressure and began a slow, steady motion of moving her hands up and down his massive shaft.
"Caroline..." His voice was low, husky as he groaned again, "God...you're so fucking amazing." She couldn't help the grin that was forming across her face. No wonder Tyler loved being a dominating asshole, it felt incredible. She loved how quickly she had turned this arrogant bastard into her own little puppet..controlled by just how you pull its strings.
She smirked at the thought, and continued to circle his tip with her thumb, watching him beg for mercy.
"Please, baby...O God." He cried out, panting, his fingers pulling her hair slightly.
She slithered up against him, getting to her knees on the bed, his hard throbbing member still between her fingers as she pressed her chest against his sculpted one.
Her lips came to his ear, "I want you so badly..." she whispered, echoing his earlier words. He snapped his head up at the sound of them, looking at her with what she distinguished as contemplation. Probably deciding if a hand job was worth him losing his dominance.. for even a second.
Despite whatever he decided, he smirked and shot back, speaking between his panting, "I wouldn't get used to this, Forbes." He stated, referring to her control over him.
She pretended to pout, pushing out her bottom lip, "No?" She looked up at him through her thick lashes.
He glared at her with a somewhat appreciative tone, "No." His voice was firm, even through his breathlessness.
She gave him her best angelic smile then looked down pointedly toward his cock, still placed snuggly between her fingers. He followed her gaze, then looked back up at her with mild caution in his eyes. And was he...nervous?
She spoke her question aloud, quoting him once again, "What's a matter, Lockwood? ...Nervous?"
He smiled at her darkly, warning in his eyes, "Don't try me, Forbes."
She feigned thought and hesitation for a moment, and then with an innocent smile, squeezed his member with a increasingly large amount of force. He immediately stifled a groan, then looked up at her as if to say 'I tried to tell you.' Still smiling, she shrugged, "Accident."
Then he playfully attacked her, pinning her back down to the bed. She couldn't help the giggles that were now bursting through her lips as Tyler pulled her wrists above her head, restraining them as he glided his tongue along her upper body leaving a warm trail of saliva. His mouth tasting everywhere.
She laughed, "Is that all you got?" A smirk came over her face, a wave of excitement crashing over her as she realized just how exciting it was to give Tyler a taste of his own 'arrogant bastard' medicine.
She didn't exactly understand what was coming over her, the words that'd been coming out of her mouth were so not...her. She'd never been the sexy seductress, despite how many heads she could turn by just walking into the room. She was peppy Caroline, not this...manipulating woman she was watching at the moment. She couldn't remember ever having foreplay like this..much less her contributing to it.
Maybe it was the adrenaline of having this gorgeous smug man minutes, hopefully seconds, away from entering her completely.. or maybe it was the thrill of doing something she knew was so absolutely wrong, but choosing to ignore every warning her subconscious threw at her.
She soon realized however, whatever the real reason was for this side of her to come out, she fucking loved it. Loved the way she could play Tyler's own game against him, how she'd made him beg for mercy...it was all so...drug-like. Addicting.
His lips came up from the exploration of her body to brush against her ear, "I'm letting you off the hook this time..but only because you're so fucking beautiful." His one hand continued to hold her wrists above her head, his other creeping delectably up her thigh.
She shivered and her mind snapped back to what she was really craving, what she was really needing this whole time. And just like that, the 'manipulating woman' side of her chimed in, "But I've been a really bad girl, Tyler." She purred into his ear, "I need to be punished." God, she sounded like a fucking stripper..What the hell was she saying? and why was she even saying it?
Breathing out a laugh, he lifted his head to look at her dead on, "I don't think you'd be able to handle it, Forbes." She immediately reacted to his challenging tone, her eyes narrowing at him.
"You'd be surprised what I could handle." She retorted with a tone of superiority in her voice.
His eyebrows shot up in amusement, a silent questioning of her newfound confidence. He opened his mouth to reply, with something cocky no doubt, but she removed her hands from his restraint, clamping one over it before he could say anything further.
"Just shut up and fuck me already, Ty." She demanded hastily.
Shock flashed through his eyes, but he quickly composed himself before he repositioned, spreading her legs apart in front of him. Had he actually listened to her?
She thought she was ready for this, but as she stared down between them, she became instantly intimidated by the size of what was about to enter her. Maybe she really couldn't handle all that much... She bit her lower lip hesitantly, which didn't go unnoticed by Tyler, who was now clearly trying to resist the upturning of his lips as he stared down at her. And she couldn't really blame him, but it still made her blush, making her cheeks burn of embarrassment.
"You sure about this?" His words sounding genuinely concerned, despite the proud look on his face.
She nodded assuredly. Of course she was sure. She'd been waiting for this for, how long now? There was no way she was going to let them postpone this any longer. She needed it.
He nodded in return, lining himself up before she felt the velvety tip of his hard cock brush up against her slick folds. Digging her fingers in his firm shoulders, he slowly slipped inside her.
She gasped as a wave a pleasure crashed over her, the weight of the event finally there almost enough to crush her alone. She'd never felt such elation, such pure undiluted bliss before she'd experienced Tyler filling her completely.
Her walls tightened around him, savoring each second as he penetrated her and began to thrust in out, deeper and harder. She had to admit it hurt a little, but at the same time it felt downright fucking incredible. And she couldn't get enough.. the deeper he went, the further she wanted him. When he went faster, she just wanted him to speed up even more.
She clutched his dark hair between her fingers, screaming out as she bucked back against him meeting each of his thrusts, wrapping her legs around his hips pulling him in closer in an attempt to get him impossibly more inside of her. She could feel him throb deep from within, the whisper of their bodies in motion filling her ears as lust held them together like glue, rendering them unable to separate. They went on like that for what seemed like hours, both of them drowning in the ecstasy that was crashing over them as he stabbed into her inch by inch.
"Tyler...O God, Tyler..." She half-cried, half-moaned, both of their breathing was labored, and she could see and feel the sweat starting to bead on their skin, which felt as if it was on fire.
His eyes then came up, dark and smoldering as they burned into hers with desire, "You're fucking amazing baby, don't stop." He continued to pound intensely into her, as her body started to shake immensely, electric currents racing through her as she could feel herself coming to a climax. She arched her back, cursing as she clasped Tyler's hair tighter, her breathing accelerating. She could see and hear him do the same, both of them at the brink of control, trying hard to keep their screams confined to inside the house's walls as they approached fast to their destination.
Every part of her was indescribable, so alive and unlike anything she'd felt before. She threw her head back, basking in the pleasure he was giving her, every cell in her body vibrating from the incredible sensation.
Finally she heard him announce through his grunting moans that he was about to get off, feeling his body tense up as he pushed in the last few thrusts before they both finished, the warmth of his release pouring inside of her.
She felt him collapse beside her on the bed, closing her eyes in contentment as they both tried returning their breathing back to normal. After a few minutes he flipped over onto his back, inviting her into his arms. Accepting, she curled up next to him, head on his chest, falling into a sticky embrace and letting thoughts of pure satisfaction invade her mind completely.
Caroline laid there atop the sweat stained sheets, counting Tyler's breaths as his chest rose and fell beneath her. She was trying to distract herself from the guilt that was overcoming her again now that the adrenaline had passed, leaving her defenseless against all the emotions her conscience was causing.
It felt...different. Like before, she knew what she was doing had been wrong. Messing around with another man wasn't right, but now that he'd been inside her...inside where Matt had also been not days ago. It felt like such betrayal..
She squeezed her eyes shut, I feel like such a whore. Her mind screamed, all the while telling herself she was a horrible person. It's not like she wanted to make herself feel remorse, feel like a sad excuse for an existence, but the thoughts just seeped into her mind without her consent. She realized the darkness of her closed eyelids wasn't helping so she lifted them to find patterns on the white ceiling to divert her attention...but no avail.
Everything was crashing over her no matter how hard she tried to hold it at bay, and it was all so confusing. All of the emotions and thoughts were all contradicting each other, battling over right from wrong. And she hated it. Hated that it had to ruin the most amazing moment she'd ever felt. Hated she had to feel such misery after she'd felt such happiness not minutes before.
She then became aware that her vision was blurring the ceiling above her, pressure building on her lower lids as water threatened to spill over.
No. She couldn't cry. Refused to. She willed the tears to disappear back to wherever they were kept, daring not to close her eyes that would cause them to pool over. Her efforts were wasting though as she felt a cool wetness start to trail down the warm skin of her cheek. She didn't want to risk moving to wipe it away, fearing that Tyler would notice.
But of course that single tear kept going, right past her chin onto his chest..
Please don't notice, Please don't notice. She pleaded internally, squeezing her eyes shut once again as if the blackness would undo what had just transpired.
But the sudden tightness of his muscles below her were discouraging, as she felt him try to lift up his torso.
"Caroline?" His voice a mix of concern and astonishment.
"Hm?" She squeaked out, fearing her voice would break as she lay there, unmoving. She felt his hand come down to brush the hair away from her face, his warm fingers leaving a trail that tingled on her skin.
"Caroline..." He sighed, "Look at me."
She pursued her lips, shaking her head vigorously against his upper body, reminding her of how a small child would react.
"Hey. Come on." He encouraged rubbing her back. Reluctantly, she propped herself up on her elbow and twisted herself towards him. But she kept her head facing downwards, watching her forefinger as she traced invisible patterns on the skin of his side.
Slightly chuckling from her stubbornness, he reached under her chin and tilted it up to him, speculation in his eyes as they roamed her face. He furrowed his brow as he stared at her, and she could tell he was confused on how to react to her sudden grief.
"I'm fine," She assured him weakly, not wanting him to stress over her any longer.
He sighed exasperatingly, running his thumbs under her eyes to wipe away the teardrops that had gotten away from her, "Don't say that." He half-pleaded.
"What?" She asked curiously in a small voice.
"That whole...'fine' thing. Be both know it's always bullshit anyway." He retorted pointedly.
"I-" She choked, then something burst inside her. Something that'd been holding back everything, keeping her from going insane...it just, gave out. The held back sobs came rushing up her throat, the tears pouring out, forming little streams down her face.
She immediately felt strong arms wrap around her and she found herself in a tight embrace, crying as she buried her face into Tyler's neck. He didn't force her to tell him what was wrong, tell her to suck it up, or even to just calm down. He only held her and let her cry, curled up in his lap.
Eventually, through her sniveling she asked, "I'm a horrible person, aren't I?"
"God no, Caroline." He spoke from over her.
She shook her head up and down forcefully, "Yes. Yes I am." She stated sounding half hysterical.
"Don't. Don't do that to yourself. You're not a horrible person for wanting to be happy." He spoke like it should be obvious.
She pulled back to look at him, even knowing that she probably looked like shit, what with tears and snot that were most likely running down her face.
Her eyebrows furrowed slightly in thought, "Why do you care?" She asked, but not in a way that would sound mean, just genuinely curious.
He looked somewhat taken aback by the question, his forehead creasing as he finally answered, "You're upset. I'm not that much of a heartless bastard that I'd sit here and watch you cry, you know."
Her lips curved up at the edges as she looked at him, never truly realizing how grateful she was of his presence.
"Thank you," she whispered fervently, leaning in to give him a quick peck on the lips.
Well, it was suppose to be quick. But as she went to move back, he followed her. Their mouths crushed together, her hands involuntary moving to his disheveled hair, pulling him in even closer. Her body immediately heated, her lips going numb from their desperate kissing. Eventually they broke apart, gasping for air.
After moment, she affirmed, "I still want to see you after this." Her voice ringing with assurance and determination. She felt that she was required to say so after her unexpected weeping fit she'd thrown on him.
He nodded understandingly, but didn't say a word. Only smiled at her, comfortingly.
She smiled back slightly in return, but mostly in amusement at the unknown events that lay ahead of her.
What the hell was wrong with him?
Ever since he'd left Caroline's house a couple hours ago, his head had been messing with him. All his thoughts were fucked up, and his breath kept getting caught in his throat every time the gorgeous blonde crossed his mind.
If anything, he should be thinking about how amazing it was to finally bang her. At least that'd be normal for him.
Instead, his mind kept focusing on how absolutely beautiful she looked, even after tears were pouring down her face...or about how wonderful she smelled as she curled up against him, her perfume mixing with their sex-produced sweat invading his nostrils...or even how soft, succulent and warm her skin felt under his tongue...not to mention her desirable taste...
Shit! He cursed internally realizing where his mind was going yet again.
How could he of gone from his previous thoughts of nothing but, 'Tonight, I'm fucking you,' every time he gazed at her to some...fucking poetic sounding douche bag that wanted to comfort her?
Soon he became exhausted from all the self-pondering shit, and thought about the only way to get rid of it.
He hauled himself up from the couch and went to pour himself a drink at the bar, smiling in amusement at the unknown events that lay ahead of him.
Damn this was going to be good...
A/N: Woot Woot! Hope your not to disappointed :) Again sorry it took so long, and also for any grammatical errors and whatnot. Thanks for your patience and especially for reading ;) Remember, I love to hear what you have to say! So please review or message me if you like.