AN: Here we are with another chapter! This one takes off right where the previous one stopped; I hope you will enjoy it! Thank you so much to all those who took the time to leave a review. This author is humbled by the kindness of your words ;)
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Chapter 10 - Crossing The Rubicon
The apartment's door slammed shut when Damon pushed Elena's body against it. As soon as Elena's back hit the door, Damon pressed his body against hers and captured her lips in a searing kiss. He'd been dying to do that all night. He released a pleased groan when she immediately responded to him, her soft lips molding perfectly to his. He bit her lower lip and the whimper she released traveled straight to his cock.
Elena didn't stand idly by. Soon her hands found their way into his hair and he'd never been one to enjoy women playing with it, but when she pulled at it he couldn't help the way his hips automatically bucked against hers.
Damon traced her lower lip with his tongue, silently asking her to let him in. She didn't make him wait but to his surprise, she was the one who deepened the kiss. She twirled her tongue around his and used the hands in his hair to tilt his head at a better angle.
He didn't fight her for control, enjoying her unapologetic boldness. He was used to being the one in control during sex, since the majority of the women he'd slept with seemed to prefer that way. Had it been any other woman, Damon would have probably taken back control as soon as the occasion arose. With Elena, however, he settled for enjoying the ride and seeing where she would take him.
Damon tightened his grip on Elena's hips and brought her body flush to his. He slid his palms down the curve of her hips, finally making contact with Elena's skin. He massaged her thighs and gently nudged them apart to slip his thigh in between them. When he pressed his leg slightly upward, Elena tilted her head back and moaned throatily.
Damon didn't lose any time in sliding his lips along her jawline, descending toward her neck. He latched his lips on the skin over her pulse point and exhaled heavily against her neck when he felt her heart beating wildly.
"I've been dying to do this since this afternoon." He breathed against her neck.
He slid his hand beneath the edge of her dress and slowly moved it upward. Elena's hands moved to his shoulders where they fisted his shirt. He cupped her sex through her panties, taking notice of how wet she already was.
"Look at me." Damon said nipping at her chin.
Elena's eyes were dark pools dripping with need when they met his stare.
"Last chance to back out." He was sure he'd correctly read the signs she'd been throwing his way all night, but if this was going too far for her he didn't want to be the one pushing past her limits.
Without taking her eyes off him, Elena leaned forward and took his lower lip between her teeth. Her hands slid down his chest and started opening the buttons of his shirt.
Damon didn't think he'd ever been this turned on by anyone before. He felt a wave of heat spread throughout his body when Elena playfully bit down on his lip, immediately soothing the spot with a quick swipe of her tongue. Her eyes told him everything he needed to know.
"I'm gonna take that as a 'please don't stop'."
Elena's only response was to open the last button of his shirt and run her hands over the planes of his chest. Damon had other plans, though. He captured her wrists and pressed them against the door above her head, keeping them there with his hand. He nudged her thighs further apart with the leg he still had between them, making space to allow the hand still cupping her sex to move freely.
Elena released a pleased sigh when he began rubbing her through the cloth of her damp panties. He kept his eyes trained on her face not wanting to miss a single expression passing over her face. When Elena started to shift her hips impatiently, Damon hooked a finger over the edge of her panties and moved them to the side.
"Fuck!" Elena hissed through her teeth as Damon ran a finger over her core.
He looked her deep in the eyes as he pushed a finger inside of her. Elena screwed her eyes shut and bit on her lower lip to stifle the moan that wanted to come out of her mouth. Damon didn't like that at all.
"Don't do that." He ordered her. "Let me hear you."
Elena released her lip and looked at him through hooded eyes. To drive his point across, Damon twisted his hand to press his thumb over her clit starting a rubbing motion he knew would have her begging for more. Her inner walls tightened around the lone digit he kept pushing in and out of her as a loud moan tore out of her throat.
"That's it." He breathed in an awed whisper.
Elena started struggling against the hand he was using to keep her wrists locked over her head. Damon released his grip on her and purred appreciatively as her Elena's hands flew to his hair, her nails lightly scratching against his scalp. She pulled his head closer, stopping a breath away from her parted lips. She didn't kiss him, her panting breaths ghosting over his skin.
With his now free hand, Damon pulled down the neckline of her red dress together with her bra cup, freeing her right breast. In one fluid motion, he leaned down and closed his lips over a dusky nipple.
"Damon!" She whimpered in his ear as the hands in his hair tensed, keeping him where he was.
Nothing had ever sounded more divine than his name coming from her lips. Damon wanted to hear it again. He wanted to hear it a thousand times more in all its possible variations as she writhed in ecstasy underneath him.
There was only one way for him to get her to say his name again, preferably screaming it this time.
Without pulling his lips away from her breast, he pushed another finger inside of her and sped up the motion of his thumb over her clit. She stiffened for a moment – caught off guard by the sudden change of pace – before letting her head fall back against the door as she allowed Damon to push her higher and higher.
Elena's hips moved restlessly against the fingers pumping in and out of her core, chasing the orgasm she knew to be barely out of her reach.
Damon knew she was close. Her inner walls fluttered rhythmically around his fingers, almost trying to keep them from pulling out. He slid the hand he had previously been using to keep Elena's dress off her breast to her thigh, pushing her firmly against the door behind her. He felt the trembling of her muscles under his palm and knew she would reach her climax with just a little push.
He looked up at her. She still had her eyes closed and her head tilted back. Unacceptable. Damon took her nipple between his teeth and gently bit down. Elena's reaction was immediate. Her head snapped forward and she looked at him with surprised eyes.
Damon pulled slightly away from her breast. "I want to see you as you scream my name. I want you to look at me as I make you come."
Elena had barely the time to slip her hands under his shirt to grab the back of his shoulders before it happened.
Damon leaned forward and wrapped his lips back around her breast while curling his fingers inside of her to stroke that wonderful spot on her front wall. Elena felt her inner muscles clamp down hard around Damon's fingers as she was pushed higher than she had ever been and remained there, balancing on the brink of her orgasm.
She dug her nails into his shoulders and clenched her teeth; there was a part of her that couldn't help but respond to his earlier domineering attitude and felt the need to not give him the satisfaction of doing what he wanted.
Damon narrowed his eyes at her and smiled around the mouthful of her breast. Those eyes and that smile alone would have been enough to make her yield, but Damon was not one to back down from a challenge.
He sucked hard on her breast, hollowing his cheeks and keeping eye contact with her. The two fingers inside of her sped up as his thumb moved in rapid, small circles over her clit giving her that final push she needed to reach her orgasm.
Before she even realized it, Elena felt the muscles in her abdomen clench to the point of discomfort. Her thighs spasmed and she clenched them, half in an attempt to remain standing and half to keep Damon from pulling his hand away.
For a moment, she stood still. It was like time had stopped and all Elena could do was stare into Damon's eyes. Despite the fact that they barely knew each other and that what they were doing was far from romantic, the atmosphere around them was somewhat intimate.
The next moment, Damon twisted his fingers inside of her and sent Elena into what was probably the best orgasm she'd ever had in her short life.
Even though Damon had told her to look at him as she came, she couldn't help but close her eyes and lean forward, burying her face into the crook of his neck.
"Damon!" She shouted against his collarbone.
The tension in her muscles vanished as warmth spread all over her body. She felt her inner muscles clench hard around Damon's fingers as pleasure invaded her body. She was grateful for Damon's body pinning hers against the door, because her legs felt like they had been turned into jelly and she was sure she would fall in a heap of pleasured limbs if he decided to take a step back.
The muscles in her core clenched and unclenched rhythmically, sending wave after wave of mind-numbing pleasure coursing through her entire body. Her hips kept rocking against the fingers still moving inside of her, prolonging her release in such a delicious way she felt she could cry.
Through the pounding in her ears, Elena felt him hissing in what was decidedly not pleasure. She wondered what had him making that sound – no way was she wasting the bit of strength she had left in her body to lift her head from the comfy place she had found. The mystery was solved when she felt Damon shrug his shoulders; apparently, her nails had dug a little deeper than she'd thought.
"Ops." She murmured to herself, willing her fingers to relax. She absentmindedly massaged his shoulders in an effort to sooth the scratches she had involuntarily inflicted.
"'M sorry." She slurred hoping he would understand her.
Magnificent.
That was the only thought Damon had been able to formulate as he watched Elena fall apart in his arms. He had kept thrusting in and out of her core to help her ride out her orgasm. When her muscles had started to spasm – her thighs snapping closed trapping his hand between them – he had snaked his free arm around her waist and pushed her a little harder against the wall, helping her stay on her feet.
He'd seen her clenching her teeth to keep in the scream that wanted to come out of her mouth. Just like the day before when he'd silently challenged her on that bench, she had not backed down the moment she'd felt him trying to best her. That aspect of her personality was certainly something he found incredibly interesting.
He'd gotten his wish in the end, however. The moment she had leaned forward to press her face against the crook of his neck, he'd been tempted to cup her cheek and have her look at him only to hear her scream his name against his neck.
The deep satisfaction that had taken a hold of him as he'd felt his name screamed against his skin was not something he could put into words.
It was safe to say that the alcohol they had both partaken in was more than gone after a spectacle like that.
Now that her muscles were relaxing and she was melting against him, he took the chance to pull back his hand, discretely wiping his fingers against the denim of his jeans.
He kept an arm around her waist, while he moved his now free hand up and down her back following the curve of her spine. He massaged the muscles of her thigh on every downward stroke, appreciating the way her soft skin felt under his palm.
He felt a little at a loss, as strange as that sounded even to him. Now that he'd gotten the first taste of what Elena had to offer, he was even more eager to get to the next part of their night. The uncomfortable throbbing in his pants served as a reminder impossible to ignore.
He couldn't get his body to move, though.
The way Elena's fingers kneaded the muscles of his shoulders was pleasant and yet unsettling. The position they were in felt uncomfortably intimate considering their situation, and it seemed like her fingers were stroking bare nerves instead of skin. It was exhilarating and nerve-wracking at the same time.
He was in an unfamiliar territory and he didn't know how to get to much safer paths without behaving like a complete tool.
He felt Elena move against him and when he looked down, he was met with those deep dark orbs that seemed to stare deep into his soul.
God, she looked so innocent.
The hand that slid down his back to cup his ass and pull him closer as hips rolled forward to grind against the bulge in his pants, cut down his thought at the root. There was nothing innocent in the way she was rubbing against him. She shivered when her core rubbed against him, sensitive from the orgasm she'd just had.
And the way she looked at him spelled 'I want to swallow you whole' in capital letters.
Damon felt her free hand cup the back of his neck and he gladly leaned into her when she stood on her tiptoes to kiss him. He parted his lips without hesitation. Elena lazily explored his mouth, sighing when Damon gripped her waist and forced her to grind harder against him.
She was the one to break the kiss, sliding her lips down the line of his jaw. He felt himself harden beyond belief when she mouthed at his Adam's apple.
"Ah." He groaned.
He felt her lips curve into a smile against his skin.
"Do you think we could move this to your bedroom or are we going to spend the rest of the night here?" She whispered in a low voice.
Damon almost gave into the temptation of taking Elena against the wall right there, right at that moment. In the end, though, the thought of what he could do to her in his bed won him over. Just the image of her lying on his bed on her back, hair spread around her head like an inky halo as he took everything she had to give, made his cock twitch in his pants.
Elena squealed in surprise when he palmed her ass and picked her up. She locked her legs around his waist and looked him in the eye as he made a beeline for his bedroom. Once in his room, Damon pushed the door closed with his foot and switched on the light before marching straight to his bed. No way was he doing this in the dark, he wanted to savor every moment of what was about to come.
Elena's dress was bunched up around her waist, making it easier for him to drag it over her head as he let her slide down his body to sit at the foot of the bed. He tossed her dress on a chair in the corner of the room. He looked down to admire the stretches of skin finally revealed to his eyes.
Elena was wearing a simple strapless black bra with matching panties. It was nothing fancy, no laces or anything, just a simple cotton bra and panties combo, yet it looked incredibly enticing on her. The contrast between the black of her underwear and her tanned skin was simply amazing. He wanted his lips to cover every inch of her skin.
He cupped her face and tilted her head back, leaning down to kiss her deeply.
"You look so damn sexy." He breathed against her lips.
Elena kissed him back with enthusiasm. Her hands grabbed the sides of his open shirt and tugged. Damon got the message and leaned back to finish taking off his shirt. He shrugged it off and threw it to the side, not bothering to look where it landed.
As he expected, the tattoo covering his left arm from wrist to shoulder caught Elena's attention. She took his hand to pull his arm closer to her, and tentatively traced the intricate design that completely hid his skin under black ink. The geometric pattern of the tattoo created a delicate design of intertwining circles and other figures.
"It's beautiful." Elena said, awed by the work of art etched onto his skin.
Damon always felt a surge of pride in his chest whenever someone complimented him on his tattoos, and this time was no different. However, as much as he enjoyed the attention lavished onto his skin, much more important things needed to be taken care of.
He moved his hips in a shallow thrust, smirking when Elena's eyes slid onto the prominent bulge protruding from the front of his pants. She looked up at him and he gently cupped her cheek, brushing his thumb over her bottom lip in a silent question.
He did not intend to force her into doing something she didn't want to do, but he'd seen a certain fire inside of her and knew she wouldn't let him push her past limits she wasn't comfortable overstepping. The decision was hers. He wouldn't pressure her into anything, but he wouldn't stop her should she choose to respond to his question.
Elena, as usual, took him up on his challenge.
She parted her lips and nipped at the pad of his thumb. At the same time, she hooked her fingers on his belt loops and pulled him closer, parting her legs to get him to stand between them. The next moment, her hands worked on unbuckling his belt.
He brought his hands to his belt wanting to help speed up the process, but Elena quickly batted his hands away. She pulled off his belt and let it fall to the floor by her side, moving it out of the way with a quick flick of her foot.
Next, her fingers deftly unfastened the button of his jeans and pulled down his zipper. The sound of the little metallic teeth parting as her hand lowered resounded in the room.
Damon kept his hands to the side, letting her set the rhythm she was comfortable with. He subtly swiveled his hips when Elena pushed his jeans down his thighs, letting them rest loosely at knee height.
He shuddered when she lightly trailed her fingers over his still boxer-clad erection. She smiled smugly at him teasingly squeezing him through the cloth.
"Elena." He breathed.
She decided to take pity on him. She slipped a hand inside his boxer, dainty fingers curling around him, freeing him while pulling down his underwear with the other hand. Damon heaved a sigh of relief at finally being out of the confines of his boxers.
He barely managed to contain the groan that wanted to escape his lips when Elena started to pump him slowly with one hand, the other resting lightly against his thigh. Her grip around him was just perfect, tight enough to make the pleasure she was giving him that much more pleasing.
He clenched his hands behind his back when she blew a hot stream of air over the head of his cock. Damon was sure his nails dug in the palm of his hands hard enough to draw blood as Elena's lips parted and she took him in her mouth. She swirled her tongue around his head before taking more of him in her mouth, hollowing her cheeks when easing off him.
She gave him a couple of quick pumps, using her saliva to lubricate him, before wrapping her lips back around his cock. She bobbed her head up and down, taking more of him on each down-stroke. She kept one hand wrapped around his base to stroke what she couldn't fit in her mouth, twisting her wrist to accompany the motion of her head.
Damon closed his eyes and tipped his head back, letting the pleasure Elena was giving him wash over him. The hand Elena had kept on his thigh slowly moved upwards, tracing the line leading to his hip and moving still upward. He sighed as he felt her fingers follow the faint lines of his muscles.
His sigh turned into a low groan when she lightly scratched the skin of his abdomen. He'd always been ticklish there but this time all he felt as her nails left red trails after them, was a surge of arousal.
Elena slowly eased off him, keeping only his head inside her mouth. She sucked hard on it making him open his eyes and snap his head forward to look down at her. The sight of her lips wrapped around him, and her brown doe eyes looking straight at him was nearly enough to undo him.
Once again, she surprised him when she reached behind him and took one of his hands in hers, bringing it to her head. He didn't need to be told twice. His fingers delved into her hair, scooping up any stray strand and holding it up and out of the way.
Elena pressed the tip of her tongue right where the head of his cock connected to his shaft. He clenched his jaw and tightened his grip on her hair, involuntarily pulling at it. Elena didn't seem to mind, humming around him and she swallowed more of him.
The only sound in the room was Damon's heavy panting and the wet sounds produced by Elena as she bobbed her head up and down his length. With the hand in her hair, Damon accompanied her movement, gently applying pressure when he thought she could take more of him in her mouth. She almost deep-throated him a couple of times.
Feeling himself getting dangerously close to his orgasm, Damon decided it was time to stop Elena before she made him come like an inexperienced teenager on his first time. He gently pulled at her hair, hinting that he wanted her to back away. Elena looked up at him and he saw a mischievous glint in her eyes.
She cupped his balls with her free hand, fondling them in a way that was simply criminal in his opinion.
"You need to stop." He panted.
The muscles of his thighs trembled under the strain. If Elena didn't stop what she was doing, she was going to get much more than she had bargained for.
When Damon felt the pad of a finger press up on that fabulous spot right between his balls and his anus, he cursed out loud and forcefully pulled Elena off him.
He stared at her, mouth hanging open as he panted hard in an effort to keep himself together. She looked at him with a proud smile twisting her swollen lips – she'd know exactly what she had been doing to him. He couldn't help the shiver that traveled up his spine at the sight of Elena licking her lips to keep the excess of saliva from dripping down her chin.
"Take off those things." He basically growled indicating the bra and panties she was still wearing. "Keep the heels on." He added as an afterthought while taking off his own shoes and pushing his pants the rest of the way down.
Elena raised an eyebrow, unhooking her bra in record time and scrambling to take off her panties. She moved up the bed and positioned herself with her head resting comfortably on the pillows she found there. She let her legs fall open, waiting for him to join her.
Damon moved to his nightstand, running a hand through his hair in an attempt to cool off. It wouldn't do to finish off as soon as he entered her. He retrieved a condom from his drawer and opened it, joining Elena on the bed.
He kneeled between her legs and rolled the condom on. Instead of entering her immediately, he ran his fingers between her soaked folds. Her hips jerked up at the sudden contact and he smiled at her.
"Now who's the eager one?"
"Stop it with the teasing." She almost growled at him.
He pushed two fingers inside of her – pleased by the moan that tickled his ears – and pumped them a couple of times before easing them out. He edged closer to her and positioned himself at her entrance.
He looked into her eyes and sheathed himself inside her in one long, slow thrust. They both moaned out loud, as they finally became one. Damon squeezed his eyes shut at the warmth that surrounded him. She felt amazing and he mentally sighed in relief at the feeling of her inner muscles fluttering around him, signaling that she was already close.
He gripped her hips to keep himself inside her and sink a little deeper, before starting a rhythm of slow but deep thrusts. Elena's hands covered his on her hips as she moved against him. She wrapped her legs around his waist and he felt her black heels dig into the small of his back. The sensation had him thrusting harder inside of her.
Apparently, Elena had been closer to her orgasm than he'd thought. She clenched hard around him – back arching in a way that belonged to wet dreams – as a scream tore out of her throat. Her hands gripped his and pulled and he let himself fall over her as he kept thrusting inside of her to help ride out her orgasm.
He pressed his forehead against her sternum and tried to think about that time Kieran had decided it was time to give him The Talk – a sure turn off that never failed in keeping him from reaching his climax.
Elena's scream had died off in soft whimpers tumbling down her lips every time one of them shifted even slightly in their position.
As she slowly came back to earth, she moved her hands up and down his arms, caressing his skin. At a certain point, her hand stopped on a patch of skin on his left arm. Her fingers pressed down lightly, moving in a slow circle as if she were feeling for something.
Damon pulled out of her and rolled her onto her stomach before she could voice the question he knew would be soon popping up in her mind.
He pulled her on all fours. Elena complied with him wanting him to get his own pleasure, although she seemed about ready to collapse back on the bed.
"Put your hands on the headboard." He told her.
He waited for her to do as he said before plunging back inside of her. He immediately set a quick rhythm that would get him to his end in no time. He'd been holding on all night and he desperately needed to reach that beautiful moment when he could finally lose himself inside of her and just stop existing for a few minutes.
Elena held on to the headboard for dear life as he thrust hard into her. She pushed back against him weakly, trying him to help him reach his orgasm. Damon felt himself on the brink of what was probably going to be one of the best orgasms he'd ever had.
He clasped one hand on Elena's shoulders as the other gripped her hip as if it were his own personal anchor keeping him tied to the ground.
The loud panting coming from his mouth mixed with Elena's ever-higher moans and the thud of the headboard hitting the wall, was a soundtrack he wouldn't be able to get out of his head for quite a while.
Incapable of going on for much longer, Elena arched her back and squeezed her muscles around him while bringing her fingers to her clit to get herself off one last time.
Damon's head snapped back as he thrust one last time inside of her and finally reached his release. He shouted out Elena's name, spilling himself in the condom. His orgasm traveled through his body in waves that washed away the stress and worry or the last few days, leaving him feeling newly born. It felt like it went on for minutes on end instead of the handful of seconds that it really lasted.
He kept moving lazily against Elena, enjoying the high he was currently experiencing thanks to her. He leaned forward to plant a wet, open-mouthed kiss between her shoulder blades. He nuzzled his face against her soft skin, humming low in his throat like a purring cat.
Damon felt Elena tremble beneath him and realized she was probably exhausted. He massaged her shoulder and hip – knowing his grip had been quite strong – before pulling out. Elena immediately collapsed on top of the bed, eyes closed and slowly calming down her breathing.
Damon gathered her hair – paying attention to the strands of it sticking to her sweat-dampened forehead – and moved it off her face, letting her breathe more easily.
He stood up and left her sprawled on the bed as he went into the en-suite bathroom to clean himself up before getting into bed. He threw the used condom in the trashcan and hastily cleaned himself up. As he washed his teeth, a new dilemma slowly made itself known in his mind.
His initial plan had been to sleep with Elena to get her out of his system, but if tonight was anything to go by, the two of them had amazing chemistry between the sheets; a chemistry his body would surely be craving the next day for an unforeseeable amount of time. The obvious solution would be to form some kind of arrangement with Elena, if she felt the same way and – whether she was willing to admit it or not – he knew she did.
Damon shook his head to push away those thoughts. He could think about these things the next day.
He grabbed a washcloth and held it under the cold stream of water, thoroughly wetting it. Once done, he wringed out the excess of water and settled the washcloth over his shoulder. Back in his bedroom, he shook his head, amused at how Elena had practically taken possession of the majority of his bed.
Damon moved to the foot of the bed and gently took off Elena's shoes setting them down by the door. He massaged her ankles in an attempt to stave off what would be a major pain for her the next day, after the hours she had spent in those things. She weakly batted him off when he pressed his thumbs on the underside of her feet. Someone was definitely ticklish.
Next, Damon used the washcloth to clean her up as best as he could without disturbing her sleep. She sighed deeply when he ran the wet cloth over her shoulders and the nape of her neck, cooling her off.
Once he was done, Damon threw the washcloth in the direction of the bathroom not caring where it landed. With careful movements, he moved Elena to the other side of the bed arranging her in a more comfortable position.
He sat down on his side of the bed and grabbed the sheets that had ended up all bunched up at the foot of the bed, and threw them over both of them.
Damon let himself sink into the mattress and fell asleep in a matter of seconds.
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