His eyes narrowed and a deep groan escaped him as he rolled his head on his shoulders. "Please? Oh my god, Elena, don't do this to me."
I batted my lashes again and moved to press my body against his. I felt every muscle in his body stiffen...and I mean every muscle. I was going to get my way. For the first time in weeks, I was making something happen.
I knew that what I was doing was wrong. It didn't take any time at all for my mind to lose any ideas of progress and growth but instead revert to this primal thought process of want and take.
He was not going to deny me.
I was taking this, controlling the situation. The sensation made me feel as I did when I scored and shot up.
I reached between us and slipped two fingers into the top of his pants. "Please, Detective?" I nearly purred.
"Fuck," he moaned and let his head fall back against the wall. "I'm begging you, Elena. You've gotta stop. You've gotta put your clothes back on." I could feel his chest raising and falling rapidly against my own as his breathing increased. His eyes were trained away from mine as he attempted to stay firm on his decision.
I was tired of playing this game. We both knew where we'd end up anyway... on his desk... Or in the chair... Or on the fucking floor. Made no difference to me.
Without further instruction from him, I unbuttoned his jeans and slid down the zipper. Quickly I dropped to my knees, jerking down his pants and boxers as I went. As his erection bounced free of the clothes, I heard him gasp and he looked down at me. I ran my tongue over my swollen lips and leaned forward, anxious to taste him.
Before I could stop him, he hastily began backing away from me, running into his bookshelves and knocking loose books off, awkwardly attempting to tug his pants back up. "No, no, no, Elena. No," he said firmly with a shake of his head. "We are not doing this." His pants slid up around his hips but he seemed to be having difficulty getting them buttoned again with shaking hands.
My mind was whirling. How could he stop me? His dick was less than an inch from my lips and he stopped me? I could be sucking him off now and he stopped me?
"Damon, I thought you liked me," I whispered, my ego obviously bruised.
He stopped trying to button the pants and looked up at me, his eyes widening. Quickly he walked back to where I was pathetically sitting in his office floor, and lowered to his knees to join me. His eyes were soft and held all the pain I felt. "God, yes, I do, Elena." He lifted a hand to my cheek and rubbed his thumb along the bone. "And you have no idea how hard it is to not do this, but it just wouldn't be right."
"Why?"
"Neither of us is in a position where this would be healthy."
I held his gaze and narrowed my eyes. He didn't want to do this because it wouldn't be healthy? For who? I had always heard that sex was one of the healthiest things a person could do for their body physically. Mentally… well, who cares about that? This was what I wanted and I was going to get it. "I'm not looking for healthy, Damon," I admitted brazenly. "I just want to be fucked."
He opened his mouth to respond but before a sound could escape, I lurched forward and covered his mouth with my own, wrapping my hands up into his silky hair and holding him against me.
I shoved my tongue into his mouth and moved mine against his, enjoying the salty-sweet taste of him. He immediately began kissing back, his will faltering immensely. The kiss was powerful and desperate with lips and tongues and teeth slamming together.
Deciding to abuse his newfound compliance, I shoved one hand down between us again, slid it into his unbuttoned pants, and grabbed his hardened member firmly.
I. Was. Not letting go.
He groaned into my mouth and sucked in a sharp inhale through his nose. One of his hands shot up to the wrist holding him, but he didn't attempt to pull me out.
I was winning.
Gently I began rolling my thumb around the soft tip of him, spreading around his precum and creating a slick surface. He mumbled against my mouth but I couldn't decipher the words, and I didn't care to. I wrapped my fingers around him and moved lower, then back up. The movements were uncomfortable and awkward due to my hand being trapped inside his jeans so I removed my other hand from his hair and unzipped the fabric. Once the pants were pushed partly off of his hips, I was able to free his erection again and make work of stroking him. "Fuck," he moaned as he sucked my lower lip into his mouth. I could feel his grasp on my arm relaxing slowly and I smiled into his kisses.
With my unoccupied hand, I grabbed his hand, removed it from my arm, and brought it up to my bare breast.
As soon as his palm was placed against my skin, the nipple pebbled and hardened and my heartbeat picked up in pace.
He didn't need further help from me and began massaging the rounded flesh, pulling his fingers back until his thumb and index finger were tweaking the perky nipple. Now it was my turn to moan. To express my satisfaction, I wrapped my hand softly yet firmly around him and tugged. His hips bucked in response.
The act seemed to break any resolve he may had have left and his lips trailed away from my lips and across my jaw and to my throat. He licked and sucked at the skin as he went and the feel shot straight between my legs. "Mmm, Damon," I whispered into the side of his neck.
I needed him.
Now.
I pulled back from his lips and with as much force as I could muster, I pushed him back to the floor until he was on his back and I stood up. His eyes were confused as he looked at me, but as I began to slip out of my panties, his expression showed he understood.
I walked to stand over him and lowered my hips to hover above his. The tip of his cock gently grazed my aching flesh and I roughly bit down on my lower lip.
His head fell back against the floor, his eyes closing. "We shouldn't," he muttered again, but the strength behind the statement was no longer there.
With a deep breath, I impaled myself on him.
Brief pain coursed through me as he filled me entirely, more than I'd ever been filled before, and I stretched to accommodate him. As I exhaled, an involuntary moan escaped me.
"Fuck," he groaned again into the air.
I closed my eyes and took several seconds to enjoy the feel of him inside of me. Then slowly, I began lifting myself with my knees, setting a pace that had us both aching for more friction and heat.
I pursed my lips tightly and moaned.
This felt right. This felt good. This is what I wanted and this was what I was getting.
I reached down and pushed up his shirt to the top of his chest.
I placed my palms flat against his abdomen and looked down at him.
God this man was perfect. How had I never noticed? For more than a year he was standing in front of me, yet this was the first time I'd attempted to jump his bones. Why?
His abs were chiseled and sculpted in a way I didn't think possible. I could see the distinct outline of each muscle all the way down to the hip bones that arched to form a pathway down to the part of his body currently buried within me.
He. Was. So. Fucking. Sexy.
The thought sparked a fire within me and I had the most intense urge to fucking ride him.
So I did.
With the strength of my knees I picked up speed and lifted up and slid down him repeatedly and quickly. With every downward movement, I would pause at the base of him to rock my hips and satisfy the craving for friction that my clit was expressing.
"Ugh... Ugh... Oh god... Mmm," I moaned each time he filled me.
Both of his hands moved up my chest to my bouncing breasts and he attended them, kneading and caressing firmly. Each time he pinched a nipple, I'd moan louder and speed up my hips.
Suddenly he lifted to sit up and his shirt slid down back down his body. He took a nipple into his mouth and sucked hard. A tremble ran through me. "Oh god, Damon!" My arms slid around his neck and I held him close.
His hands rested on my hips and he began to guide me up and down him, groaning against my chest.
Each time his body pressed into the sensitive bundle of nerves between my legs, a knot began to form within my stomach and tighten.
His teeth lightly nipped at a nipple and I cried out and slammed back down on him again.
A rippling effect began to vibrate inside of me and I knew my orgasm was close. "Yes... Fuck yes..."
He leaned away from my breast and his breathing was heavy. He placed his forehead on the smooth surface of my chest between my breasts. "I'm close, babe... So close..." he whispered. "You're so fucking hot, Elena," he echoed the sentiments I had for him earlier.
I could feel myself getting closer and I cried out with each movement, my fingernails digging into his back. "Ugh…yes…" I heard myself expressing.
"Shit... Just like that, baby…" he sighed.
His words sent me over the edge and I climaxed. With a scream, my vision was muddied with black and white spots and a wave of pleasure crashed into me. The muscles of my inner walls began to contract repeatedly around his cock and my clit twitched wildly as I forced my body to keep riding up and down him. "Yes! Mmmm, fucking yes! Damon! Damon, god!" I threw my head back, my hair swishing against my ass, and basked in the ecstasy.
"I feel you coming on me," he groaned. "Just let go, baby." His words thrilled me and kept my sensitive body coming.
Without warning and in mid-bliss, he flipped us over and I gasped as I landed hard on my back. The movement surprisingly intensified my orgasm, sending more pleasurable shots through my limbs.
Damon propped himself up with his hands on either side of my head and he began ramming himself into me, grunting with each thrust. I could feel the air around him charge with a different energy and the change was sudden and drastic. I looked up to his face and his eyes stared down at me, dark and filled with lust. No more did I see the tentative man attempting to save my honor or whatever bullshit that was, but a man completely accepting of the pleasure being brought to him... and a man that wanted more.
I wrapped my legs around his waist and gave him free reign of my body. This was what I wanted from him. I wanted him to break loose and want me like I needed him. I wanted him to tear me apart and find paradise in my body.
With furious movements, he pounded into me, causing my back to burn against the carpet. The muscles in his jaw were clenched taught and deep growls would rumble at the base of his throat. His breathing was heavy through his nose and his hair was damp with sweat. He lifted a hand and grabbed my thigh, holding me tightly against his hip and keeping me in place. I could feel his fingers digging in and knew it was going to leave a bruise. Thrust after infuriating thrust, I whimpered as he inched his way closer to the same release I had received earlier.
I loved every second of it.
With several more jerky movements, warmth began to spread inside of me as he reached the edge. His mouth dropped open and a stream of curses poured from his lips.
His eyes never left mine.
The moment was perfect.
A/N: So, there were mixed reviews after the last chapter from people about if they wanted this to happen or not, but for those who didn't want it to happen, know there are always consequences for their actions. Lol
What did you guys think? Should they have gotten down like that or waited? Has she triggered something in Damon? Should she have not taken him down this road?
For those who are interested in how EyeCon went, check out my blog: writingtoberemembered(DOT)blogspot(DOT)com . I posted the pictures I got with Ian Somerhalder, Paul Wesley, Michael Trevino, and Steven McQueen. :D
Okay, and on a king of unrelated to the story topic, I wanted to ask you guys a question. Do you let your friends know that you read fanfics? I ask this because I have never told anyone in my personal life who I actually know (other than my fiancé) that I write fanfic stuff. Like, I'm super proud of the things I've written and the readers I've acquired along the way, I just don't think my friends, even like my best friends, would really understand. None of my friends are into vampires or like any of the vampire shows. They know I do, but they don't. Mostly because they think that because we're all around 21-22 that we should be into this stuff. And I don't know how they would react to knowing I write smutty type stuff. I'm probably one of the most demure people in real life so no one would expect me to write things like this. Occasionally I mull over the idea of telling my best friend because I get incredibly excited about how far my reader-base reaches and how many favorites and subscribers I get, but then I trash the idea because I'm just like, she wouldn't get it. So, is that kind of how you guys are or do you just not give a crap who knows you're into fanfics? Lol. How do your friends react if they know? Do you have friends who aren't into vampire type stuff but you still talk to them about it anyway?
Anyway, I just wanted to get y'alls feedback on this type of stuff. Lol.
See you next chapter.
P.S. I'm adding this because many of you seemed to be concerned: Elena is not going to get pregnant from this. Yes, in real life that is a total possibility that if you have unprotected sex (which is dangerous and stupid if you're not in a committed relationship and prepared to deal with the consequences) you can get pregnant the very first time. But for purposes of this fic, she is not getting pregnant. Lol.
