Hey yall, couple of notes before we start this hot shit-
This is going to be set in the earlier seasons when Elena and Stefan are still together but the tension between Elena and Damon is there and has been building for a while. Now I know that the Elena we all know and love never would let this happen in early TVD seasons, but just use your imagination a little bit :) Once again this is just Delena sexy stuff with some plot to make it more interesting. It's just for fun because who doesn't love a good sex scene? so if you don't like lemons you might as well just stop here! Enjoy Xx
Elena was lying on her bed, staring at Stefan's contact on her phone screen. It was early September, and the air was still mildly warm. A cool breeze blew through her open window, tickling her bare legs and arms. Stefan had left her house about an hour ago in a disgruntled hurry. They had been arguing all day. Stefan was letting Damon's incessant attempts to overshadow him get into his head. Damon was outdoing himself lately with the "do-gooding." He had just helped the sheriff crack a huge case that she had been working on for months. He helped Alaric land a date with a bar regular that he had been drooling over lately without compelling anyone. He also had given the brotherly banter a rest. He wasn't getting in Stefan's way, causing problems with feeding in public, or trying to get to Elena. Stefan was suspicious to say the least. No matter how hard he tried, Stefan could not figure out what Damon's ulterior motives were. Elena had suggested that maybe Stefan had finally gotten through to his brother and that Damon was just trying to turn a new leaf, but this had enraged Stefan even further. He accused Elena of knowing something about Damon's recent endeavors and not telling him even though Elena had no idea what was going on. He was constantly in a bad mood and began to project it on to Elena. She would ask him a simple question, and he would snap at her in response. He was not himself, and Elena was getting tired of it.
She desperately wanted to call Stefan and ask him to come spend the night. She was deeply yearning for his touch. While he did try to spend as much time as possible with Elena in the daytime, his Damon nonsense kept him occupied most nights. He hadn't slept over since school began, and Elena was getting restless. She took one last look out her window praying to see Stefan jumping up inside to save her from this awkward phone call, but she was only greeted by the rustling leaves of the trees. She stared into her yard where the bright moon cast shadows onto the landscape ahead of it. The shadows moved around and warped with the wind. With a start, she realized that one of the shadows appeared to be a man. She squinted into the darkness and tried to make out the shapes, but she could see nothing but trees. Her eyes must be playing tricks on her. She shivered and stepped away from the window, pacing back to her bed and picking up her phone once more. She took a deep breath and dialed Stefan's number before her mind could convince her to lie alone again.
The dial tone rang a few times before he picked up, and she was surprised to hear a loud roar of activity behind his voice.
"Hello?" Stefan answered loudly. Elena tried to make out the sounds behind him, but it just sounded like people chattering and maybe a band playing.
"Hey." She replied. She bit her lip, not knowing how to start this conversation. "What are you doing?"
"I just got to The Grill. I haven't seen Damon all day and I'm thinking that he might show up here tonight. If I keep a low profile he might not notice I'm here and maybe I can hear what he's up to."
"Oh," Elena said quietly. She was hoping to catch him at home so that he would have less of an excuse not to come to her. "Why do you think he would be at The Grill?" At that moment, Elena heard in the background, 'I'm going to order a round of drinks while we wait Stef.' The voice belonged to Caroline, and Elena's confusion and frustration increased. "Why is Caroline with you Stefan?"
"She is the one who came up with this plan actually. She texted Damon to invite him here. She said that she and her friends were having a birthday party and that the birthday girl found him attractive." Elena remained silent for a moment and Stefan quickly added, "That's all Elena. I would much rather you be here with me instead. I just want to keep you out of this as much as possible. I figure that Damon will think that I'm with you tonight so he won't be on guard. And he never would have believed it if you were the one who invited him to The Grill tonight. He would have been suspicious."
Would he though? Elena thought to herself. She and Damon had been becoming closer lately. It seemed like when Stefan got obsessed with a project like tracking Klaus or exposing Tyler, Damon was always around to pick up the slack. They had been eating dinners together at the Salvatore house while she waited for Stefan to return. While their conversations used to be full of snide comments and disinterest on Elena's part, something seemed to be changing. She was resisting it with everything that she had inside of her, but she definitely did not hate Damon. Those long conversations had let her see deeper parts of him, vulnerable parts, that only made her want more. She found herself looking forward to his company, and even more looking forward to looks from those smoldering eyes that made her breath catch and her knees weak…
No. She stopped herself quickly. She had told Bonnie about her new friendship with Damon, and Bonnie was quick to be skeptical. She thought that Elena was developing feelings for Damon. Elena denied every point that Bonnie brought up. There was no way she had feelings for Damon. Even with that sexy body, beautiful raven black hair, and those damn eyes, she was not going to be one of the girls to fall for his charm. She loved Stefan. Even if they were going through a bit of a rough patch right now, nothing could change that.
Even after she thought about her love and devotion for Stefan, however, she couldn't shake that exciting feeling that she got when she thought about Damon.
"Elena?" Stefan called through the phone. She had gotten lost in her own thoughts and forgot what she was doing.
"Oh, I'm sorry. I zoned out…" She still wasn't sure how to go about getting him to come to her. "It's okay Stefan. I understand that you don't want me involved, but it still doesn't stop me from wanting to be there, helping you." The noise in the background of her phone was deafening. She could hear people laughing and cheering and music blaring from the live band. "I was just calling because I wanted to ask… Maybe you could take a break from the detective work, just for tonight?" Her voice sounded small and timid. This is not the way she wanted to come across. She needed him tonight, needed him to be touching her. She did not want him to feel like she was just a little girl asking for attention.
"Elena," he started. "I think that I need to be here. I want to spend time with you too. Caroline set this whole party up just so I could do this, and I'd hate to—"
"I don't think you understand," Elena interrupted. "Stefan, you're so wrapped up in this that you haven't been here for so long. I need you."
"I'll be with you first thing in the morning and we can spend the day together. How's that?"
"I don't want the day, though." Elena gritted her teeth. She needed to get through to him. "I need you. Like need you to fuck me, need you."
She could hear Stefan's sharp intake of breath and hoped that it was a good sign. She rarely talked dirty or used that kind of language in general, but the heat radiating from between her thighs was too much to bear. She had no time to beat around the bush.
"Elena," he groaned. She could hear the thickness in his voice. He wanted her too. Please Stefan, she thought. Please don't put everything else above me again. To her dismay, he replied with, "Please don't do this to me. I want you so much right now but I am in no position to just leave what I've started. I swear I'll make this up to you."
She sighed, defeated. She wanted to say something else to him to make him drop everything and come to her, but she didn't know what. "Okay." She finally said. Caroline's shrill voice came over the background again, 'Ric is here, let's go sit with him! Maybe he will know something.' "Well I'll let you go then." She could feel a lump forming in her throat. She felt utterly ridiculous. Who was she? Does she really need sex that badly, that she would cry when it's not given to her? She swallowed the lump and sighed. "I'll take you up on your offer for tomorrow."
"Okay, great. You can hold me to it." Elena tried to cheer up at the happiness in his voice, but she could only feel annoyance toward him now. She heard the beep of him disconnecting the phone call and tossed her phone onto the dresser beside her. Another breeze blew in from the window. She let the cool air rush over her skin, overheated with the anticipation of sex. She closed her eyes and let her fingers wander down below the waistline of her lacy underwear. If Stefan wasn't going to give her what she needed, she would do it her damn self.
xXx
Damon could hardly believe what he was hearing. Stefan was denying Elena sex? This is where they differed as brothers. Damon would never put anything above the needs of a lady, especially a lady like Elena. Damon was leaning against the oak tree in Elena's yard. His vampire hearing allowed him to listen in on Elena and Stefan's phone call clear as day. He had come over to… well he actually wasn't 100% sure why he'd come over. He found himself yearning for Elena's company. Not that that was anything new, but tonight, the need was deep. He knew nothing would happen. He didn't even think she would allow his presence this late at night. He knew that he was hoping for too much, but oh, how he desperately hoped that the time they were spending together was warming Elena up to him. They had kissed only twice (not counting the time that it was actually Katherine), and he had compelled her to forget the last time. The feeling that he got from just those small moments was enough to make him want to tear her door off its hinges and take her right now.
Damon licked his lips and stared up into her open window. He could hear her soft breaths cutting through the sound of the breeze in the night. He wanted her so badly. No. He didn't just want her; he needed her. Like he needed blood. Like he had needed Katherine, but 10 times more if that was even possible. He closed his eyes and let his mind wander, as he often did during these nights he spent below her window, fantasizing about making dirty, passionate, mind blowing love to her. Damon heard Elena's breathing rate pick up. She was shifting around on what sounded like her bed. He listened closely for another minute, until he heard a soft moan escape her. Oh fuck, he thought. She's touching herself. He could feel the already formed bulge in his pants grow harder at the thought of it. God, how he would do anything to be able to watch this erotic scene that was unfolding not even 20 feet above him. He shifted uncomfortably against the tree. His mind was spinning. Was Stefan serious? What the hell was wrong with him? He's got the most beautiful, exquisite creature all hot and bothered and practically begging to be pleased, and instead he's going to chase after his brother for no apparent reason. Damon was lost in contempt for his idiot little brother when he heard something that made his eyes snap open and his breath freeze in his lungs.
There's no way. His ears are playing tricks on him. But there's no chance that his razor-sharp hearing misled him. Elena was quietly, almost silently, but unmistakingly whimpering his name.
xXx
Elena's thoughts became muddy as she started to feel pleasure budding between her legs. She was slowly rubbing wide circles around her swollen clit, and she felt a bit of the tight knot of desire that had been in her stomach for the past couple of weeks loosen. She reached down lower to her entrance and slid her fingers across it, slick with desire. She rubbed this new, warm wetness up and down her folds, stopping to fondle her clit every so often. It felt good, but it was far from what she needed. She needed to feel Stefan's long cock inside of her. She wanted it so badly that her breathing picked up speed at just the thought of him.
Elena had been with men before Stefan. Matt was her first, and although it was a fond memory, it was clumsy. They took each other's virginity, and even though it meant a lot to both of them, the sex was nothing compared to the sex that Stefan provided. She supposed that it was not fair to compare a vampire to a human in any sense, especially sexual experience, but she couldn't help it. Stefan seemed to know just what to do to make her feel like she was dancing on clouds. The only problem was, Stefan did not give it to her enough. She often thought that he was afraid that he would break her or scare her off. The last time they had sex, it was extremely passionate and almost animalistic. Stefan had ended up losing a bit of control and left deep purple bruises up and down her arms from holding too tight. Elena hadn't minded, but she could tell that it scared Stefan.
She closed her eyes again and began to fantasize about what would be happening if Stefan wouldn't have denied her and would have came to her tonight. She pictured him walking into her room where she was already waiting on the bed. He would slowly lay down beside her and begin kissing up and down her body. His lips would trail over her skin, leaving the feeling of burning desire in Elena everywhere that he touched. He would slip his head down between her legs and kiss up both her thighs, wasting no time. She pictured soft kisses being placed on the sides of her entrance, so close to where she wanted them but still so far.
Her fingers were moving faster now, shifting up and down over her clit. Her breathing picked up again, and she knew that she was close. She reluctantly removed her fingers from her clit and slowly slid one finger inside of her. She did not want to cum yet. She slowly pumped her finger in and out of herself before adding a second finger. Oh god, how she wanted to be fucked. She needed it. She deserved it. She shouldn't have to be touching herself right now. You know who wouldn't make you please yourself? She thought in her subconscious.
"Damon." She whispered his name so quietly that she almost wasn't sure that she even said it aloud. As soon as the sound exited her lips, her movements froze. Seriously Elena? Damon? She couldn't even believe that she had thought of him while she was touching herself. It felt dirty and wrong. But as she kept thinking about it, it also, in a way, felt so damn right.
She couldn't believe she was doing this, but she still wasn't satisfied. Her core resumed its needy throbbing with double the force. She hoped that it was because she was close to cumming and not because she was thinking of Damon. She sighed, resigned, and went back to sliding her fingers across her clit.
xXx
Damon's mind was reeling. Elena just said his name. No, she didn't say his name; she moaned his name. While she was masturbating. His vision blurred with desire. Never before had he wanted someone this badly and not been able to have her. He wasn't thinking straight. He couldn't think straight. How could he, when the one thing he desired was so clearly desiring him back in secret? He felt his feet crossing the yard without fully realizing what he was doing. Effortlessly, he jumped up to grasp her windowsill and hoisted himself over the edge without so much as the creak of a board. The sight before him almost brought him to his knees.
Elena was laying sprawled out on her bed, legs spread wide, and eyes closed tightly shut. His eyes roamed from her silky hair that was strewn across her pillow to those long, beautiful eyelashes that hid him from her view. He was drinking in every inch of her appearance. She was so vulnerable. So beautiful. So fucking sexy. He continued his gaze down her body from her slightly parted lips here soft gasps were escaping, to her chest, only covered by a thin tank top. Her chest was heaving up and down with each breath, and her nipples were hard beneath the cloth of her shirt. He wanted- no needed- to tear it off and free them. His fingers twitched and he balled his hands into fists to try and gain some self-control. One wrong move here destroys any chance of him having her. He looked down to her fingers moving deftly beneath the cover of lacy black panties. He took a deep breath through the nose and could smell her arousal, strong and heavy. Her scent filled the room, and he couldn't take it anymore. He was never one for thinking before acting. He was impulsive. Waiting this long was more control than he thought he was ever capable of showing, but his patience was wearing thin.
"Elena" he whispered, surprised at how husky and filled with need his usually cool, controlled voice was.
xXx
Elena froze for the second time that night and snapped her head up from her pillow. She thought that she had heard someone whisper her name. Not just anyone either. The exact someone who was running thorough her mind just moments before. She thought her mind was just playing tricks on her, but to her horror and slight excitement, she looked up and met none other than Damon's sparkling blue eyes. He was standing right in front of her window. He had undoubtedly just jumped in.
"Damon!" She shrieked, ripping her hand out of her panties and scrambling to sit up. "What are you doing here? Get out!"
Damon didn't move an inch or say anything in reply. Elena took a second to look at him. His usual calm, laid back demeanor was not present tonight. His smoldering eyes were locked on hers as if he was trying to search for words to say. His hands were clenched into fists, and for a moment she was worried that he was angry about something. However, that worry vanished when her eyes travelled a few inches down and saw his hard dick pushing against the fabric of his dark jeans. She felt the blood rush to her face and struggled to keep her breathing quiet. This was not happening. Damon Salvatore did not just catch her masturbating.
"How um… how long have you been there?" She asked quietly, face burning even hotter. Her usual defiance that she had with him was gone.
"I was down there for a little while," he replied, finally breaking out of his trance and pointing down to Elena's yard. "But don't worry, I just got up here a few seconds ago."
Elena had absolutely no idea what to do or say. She desperately wanted for him to stop looking at her the way that he was. Or did she? Her cheeks would not stop burning, and her embarrassment kept rising like hot lava inside of her as she realized what Damon had witnessed.
"Damon, I don't know what you think you heard but—" she started, but before she could finish her statement, Damon silenced her by siding over to her bedside and standing directly in front of her. Her face was right in line with his crotch, and she could almost feel the gravitational pull she had towards it. No, Elena! What in God's name are you thinking? She had let her need for sex go way too far. There was no way that she was letting her desire for pleasure make her unfaithful to Stefan. She gulped and moved her eyes from his crotch up his body, finally resting on his mouth. She could not look him in the eyes. She was embarrassed and slightly frightened and completely overwhelmed by the smoldering look he was giving her.
"I know what I heard," he said. "And don't try to tell me otherwise." He tapped on his ears to signify that his vampire hearing would not cause him to mishear the name in her moans. Elena gulped again and looked up to meet his eyes. Her knees instantly weakened and she could feel her core throbbing once more. She knew that she should not have given into the desire to look in those eyes. Those eyes that burned holes in her clothes and looked deep in her soul. Those eyes that held so much pain and passion and pure, raw need. "Elena, I…" He started and stopped again. She was thankful that she was not the only one who was at a loss for words. "I want you. I need you."
"Damon, we can't—"
"And before you shut me down, I want you to know that I don't care. I don't care that we can't. I don't care that you're with my brother. I want you, and I know you want me back." Elena was frozen. She wanted to deny these allegations and defend herself and Stefan, but how could she when Damon just heard her moaning his name and watched her finger herself while thinking of him? Damon took her moment of silence as an agreement and kept going. "If you were with me, you would never have to touch yourself." He sat down on the bed beside her and Elena slid away, pressing her back against the headboard. Damon was sitting on the edge of the mattress, with a hand placed between her calves and gripping her comforter for balance. He leaned closer and added, "even though I know you're completely capable of pleasuring yourself." His bright eyes seemed to darken 3 shades with lust, and Elena felt the hot blood rush to her cheeks again. She could not believe this. Someone just walked in on her masturbating. She couldn't even imagine the embarrassment of it being Jeremy or Aunt Jenna, who would have ran out as soon as they realized what they accidentally walked in on. But Damon? Damon Salvatore? She felt like she could die. Him being in her room right now was no accident. He watched her. He liked it. There was something so taboo and erotic about the thought that it almost masked her embarrassment.
"Don't be embarrassed," he swooned, almost as if he were reading her thoughts. "Do you trust me?"
Elena stared at him, unsure of how to respond. Of course she trusted him, but in what sense was he asking? Does she trust him to not tell Stefan about what he saw and heard tonight? Does she trust him to not embarrass her?
"Elena," Damon's soft, sexy voice drew her eyes up to his again. "Do you trust me?"
"Yes," she replied breathlessly. "I trust you."
xXx
That was all Damon needed to hear.
He reached up and grabbed her vervain necklace, ripping it off her neck with one swift movement. He could see the panic on Elena's face as her eyes widened and she grabbed her now empty throat.
"Why did you do that?" She shrieked. Damon put his finger to his lips to shush her and held the necklace just out of her reach. "Damon, give me that back right no—" He clapped his hand over her mouth to silence her and pointed to the hall. He had heard the footsteps coming down the hall toward Elena's room long before she had. The doorknob turned, and he flew to the other side of the room where the dark bathroom would hide his presence.
Jenna opened the door cautiously and peeked around the corner at Elena. Elena obviously looked disheveled. Her cheeks were still flushed deep pink and she was breathing abnormally. She stared at Jenna and tried to force a smile and a laugh.
"Is everything okay? I thought I heard you shout in here." She said. Poor Jenna, Damon thought. She was obviously such a great, concerned guardian, but all Damon wanted to do was slam the door in her face and lock it. She interrupted them, and he was worried that at any second now, Elena would snap out of this fantasy like version back to her usual self and push him away.
"Yeah, I think I must've just had a bad dream because I just woke up," she replied. "I'm so sorry for waking you up."
"Oh, that's okay. I was actually awake. I um… have a friend over and we are just downstairs watching a movie." Jenna fumbled over her words and smiled timidly at Elena.
Elena raised an eyebrow at her and smiled back. "Oh really? Well okay, have a good time. I think I'm going to hop in the shower before I try to sleep again." Elena stood up and took a few steps toward Damon and the bathroom. Jenna nodded and smiled again before closing her door and scurrying back down the steps.
Damon turned on the show faucet for her as she stomped into the bathroom. She grabbed around his body for the necklace held tightly in his fist while he held her back effortlessly with one arm.
"Damon," she hissed. "Give me back my necklace. Whatever you are planning on doing can—"
Damon silenced her protests by pressing his lips firmly to hers. He felt those firework-like explosions go off behind his eyes as they always do when he kisses her. He was delighted when she did not pull away. He pulled back and waited for a slap or for her to yell, but she said nothing. He leaned back down to kiss her again, slowly this time. Their lips molded together into a blur of passion. They kissed shortly, but it felt like hours. And it felt so, so right. Damon's free hand wound around Elena's waist and pulled her closer to him. Elena was the one to pull back this time, gasping for air.
"I took this because I need your honesty," Damon said, searching her eyes to try and read her expression. "I need to ask you something before anything starts here, and I know you're not going to give me a straight answer unless I compel you."
Elena audibly gulped but didn't resist. Damon cupped her face in his hand and made direct eye contact with her beautiful, doe-like eyes.
"Elena Gilbert, do you want me? Do you want me to do this?" He asked, pupils dilating as he activated his compulsion.
"Yes," Elena answered quickly. "Do what, exactly?" She asked then, when she could think freely from the compulsion.
Damon licked his lips and leaned down so that he could whisper directly in her ear. "I'm going to give you the most pleasurable night of your life. It's going to be all about you and making you feel things you've never felt before. If that's something that you want." He could feel her whole body quiver with excitement beside him. "You should never be denied what you need, Elena. And if my fool of a brother can't provide, then I want to prove to you that I will."
"Yes, I do want that," Elena breathed, and they were both surprised to realize that she said this on her own without him having to pull the truth from her mind.
"I'm going to leave the necklace off, and then once tonight is over, I can compel you to forget that this happened if you wish." Damon felt a surge of sadness go through his body at this offer. He didn't want her to forget what he was about to make her feel. He didn't want her to forget this moment where they both surrendered to the passion between them.
"Damon," she said softly. He looked up from the ground and met her gaze. "I'm not going to want to forget."
Damon's heart swelled. This is all he has ever wanted- for Elena to want him. He was not going to disappoint her. He was going to give her the best fucking night of her life.
xXx
The soft, vulnerableness in Damon's eyes evaporated as soon as Elena finished speaking. It was replaced by smoldering passion and lust. Elena felt her knees go weak again as Damon threw her necklace on the ground and twisted both of his hands into her hair. Their lips locked and battled for dominance as he pushed Elena up against the steamy glass of the shower door. She moaned into his mouth as he pressed his stone-hard body up against hers. She could feel every inch of him against her soft, exposed skin, and she wanted more. She pushed him away and ripped his black v-neck over his head. He lifted his arms in compliance and tossed it to the floor with the forgotten necklace. The sight of Damon's naked chest was enough to bring any woman to tears. Perfectly chiseled abs that glistened with a light sheen of sweat built up from the sexual tension greeted Elena's eyes, and her hands reached out to touch him. He let her hands roam over his pectorals and up and down his arms. His muscles rippled beneath her touch, and her mouth started watering. She leaned forward to place a light kiss at the nape of his neck, and she could hear his breath catch in his throat. She kissed all up and down his chest, and then fell to her knees to kiss down the perfectly sculpted trail of hair leading to his throbbing cock, which she had felt pressed against her stomach this whole time. Somewhere, back in the deep recesses of her mind, her conscious was screaming. What was she doing? This was so wrong. Luckily, every fiber of her being that yearned for his affection overrode her conscious, and she continued kissing him. She needed this. She wanted him. This was right.
With a shriek of surprise, Elena was swept off the ground and thrown over Damon's shoulder.
"I thought I told you that tonight was supposed to be all about you," he purred. She dug her nails into his muscular back, and he tossed her down on her bed.
"But I want to," she protested, try to reach for the zipper on his pants.
"You," he growled, grabbing both wrists with one hand and pinning them above her head, "have no idea what you want. I'm going to show you."
Elena's eyes widened with lust and Damon swooped down on her chest, still pinning her wrists so that she could not move her arms. He bit the flimsy fabric of her tank top and ripped it off her body with one swift movement. The pieces drifted to the floor, and Damon pulled back to admire her exposed chest. Elena suddenly felt the need to have her hands back so that she could cover herself from his stare, but when she looked at the expression on his face, she didn't feel self-conscious anymore.
"God you're perfect," he mumbled, as he continued to stare. He moved his eyes to hers and he began to use his free hand to knead her tender breasts. She groaned with pleasure, so happy for this sexy man that she has secretly lusted for to be touching her. She gasped as Damon took the nipple of her other breast in his mouth and started rolling his tongue around it. She closed her eyes and threw her head back. She had always enjoyed foreplay, but foreplay had never felt this good before. Elena could feel her clit throbbing, begging to be touched as Damon created a pool of pleasure in her stomach with his mouth. He released her hands and grabbed her hips as he continued to bite and suck on her nipple. The pleasure continued to build and her moaning grew louder. Oh my god, she thought, am I seriously about to have an orgasm when he hasn't even really touched me yet? Never in a million years would Elena have guessed that this much pleasure out of such a small act was possible. She felt herself nearing the edge, and she arched her back and pressed her nipple more firmly into his mouth. He gave one more gentle bite and removed his mouth from her breast. She groaned and tried to push his head back down, but he would not budge.
He grabbed her face again, this time a little harder than the first time that he cupped her face to compel her, and said, "you're not going to cum until I say you can." For a second she thought he was just talking dirty to her. However, when his pupils undilated and went back to normal, she realized that he compelled her.
She gasped and looked at him with wide eyes. Could her body really resist an orgasm when he was making her feel so good? How strong was his compulsion? He smirked at her reaction and leaned back down to kiss her neck and collarbone.
"I want you to feel as much pleasure as possible. And you can't do that if you finish too early on me."
Elena felt her already soaked panties collect even more liquid as the hot juices of arousal left her core. "I don't… I don't think I can do that. I can't resist it if it happens," she said.
Damon smirked at her again and mumbled into her collarbone between kisses, "you won't have to resist. Just relax and enjoy Elena."
He gently laid her back against her pillow and got off the bed. Elena watched him as he sauntered over to her bedside table. He leaned over it, searching for something, and Elena was suddenly aware of just how close his crotch was to her face. She knew he wasn't going to let her touch him yet, but she just had to. It was like she had no control of her hands. Her fingers flew up to grasp the tight bulge in his jeans and his neck snapped down to look at her. She trailed her fingers up and down the length, but she couldn't do much with the constricting jean fabric. She sat up and wrapped her legs around his.
"Just let me get one taste," she whispered as she unfastened the button of his jeans. She knew how determined he was to only pleasure her tonight, but she also knew that the feel of her hands near his hard cock was too tempting to resist. She yanked down both his jeans and his boxers before he could stop her, and she audibly gasped as she came face to face with his member. It was so long and thick that Elena wondered if it would all be able to fit inside her. It definitely couldn't fit inside her mouth. It looked like he was sculpted by the gods. She slowly reached a hand up to grasp the base of his shaft. Damon moaned and stood there helplessly while she teased him by almost putting her lips on the head of his cock but pulling away at the last second. Damon was trembling.
Elena gasped as he suddenly reached a hand down to wrap around her neck. He pulled her up into the standing position and grabbed her ass in a grip so tight that she was sure it would bruise with his free hand. He didn't do either movement enough to hurt her, but she felt a little sting of pain followed by move waves of desire and pleasure. How could a creature so strong and sensual be so aware of exactly how much pressure to use on her fragile body, she thought with wonder. He said with gritted teeth, "Elena Gilbert, I am going to be the one doing the teasing tonight." He gave her neck one good squeeze and tossed her back down onto the bed.
Elena was not having it. Before he could even react, she had launched herself at him and taken as much of his rock-hard dick into her mouth as she could fit. He gasped and moaned so loudly that she was sure Aunt Jenna would be upstairs any second, but this did not stop Elena. She began bobbing her head and swirling her tongue around the head of his cock while it was still in her mouth. Damon gazed down at her with amazement as she reached down between her own legs, wet her hands with her cum, and placed them on the remaining part of his shaft that would not fit into her mouth. She gagged with the effort of trying to fit even half of his dick in her mouth. She kept twisting her hands around his shaft and sucking his dick until she needed to come up for air. She then lightly grasped his balls and slowly trailed her tongue up the entire length of his shaft, stopping at the head to give it one good flick with her tongue.
Damon let out an inhuman growl and grabbed Elena's shoulders. Once again, he tossed her back on the bed face down. This time, he straddled her quickly before she could get up again. Elena felt Damon's cock, swelled even bigger than before if even possible, pressing hard into the small of her back. Her mouth watered as she thought of what that cock might feel like inside of her. She tried to turn her head to see what he was doing, but he had her body pinned so that she could not see behind her. She felt his hands reaching for something on the nightstand next to her and jumped, startled, when he placed something over her eyes. She recognized the pattern as her scarf that she had been wearing earlier today.
"You shouldn't have done that," Damon said seductively. He looped the fabric of the scarf around her head again so that her vision turned black and she couldn't see.
"I'm sorry," she moaned. "I just wanted you to feel a fraction of the pleasure you're giving me."
"I told you already, this night is about you and satisfying your needs. I'm not going to tell you again." With that statement, he climbed off of Elena and got off the bed. Elena listened carefully, trying to track his movements, but she could only hear the sound of her own heart beating. Suddenly, she felt his finger tips brush over the bottom of her left calf. She gasped with the sudden sensation, and he moved away again. The next time he touched her, it was with his tongue. He licked and sucked and nibbled on her shoulder, eliciting another gasp from Elena. Not being able to see heightened her sense of touch so much more. She felt like she was on sensory overload. Everywhere Damon touched felt like her skin was burning with sweet pleasure.
Damon placed his hand on her calves to steady them and guided her thighs to move up so that her weight was placed on her knees. She was still face down on the pillow, but her ass was now up in the air. He massaged her glutes, and Elena moaned at his closeness to her center. She was throbbing and radiating heat, and she wanted him to touch her so badly that she could have cried. Damon's rubbing stopped suddenly, and his body moved away from hers a few inches.
"This is for not listening," he growled, and slapped Elena across the ass with a force so hard that the thought she might fly forward and hit the head board. It hurt, but it was that sexual pleasure-pain that made you weak and wanting more. Elena yelped with the impact, but before she had time to react to the slap, Damon slipped two fingers inside of her core. Overcome with the pleasure of him finally touching her and the surprise of the sudden pain and pleasure combination, Elena called out his name loudly. He pumped his fingers in and out of her soaked core, twisting and bending his fingers as they moved inside of her while she continued to whimper his name. He pushed his fingers even deeper inside of her, and she felt a wave of undescribable pleasure wash over her. She wanted to cry out his name again but she couldn't even form words. Waves of pleasure wracked her body, and her legs began to shake. She knew that if Damon hadn't compelled her, she would have came at least twice by now. The feeling of constantly being on the edge of an orgasm was almost too much pleasure to bear.
Damon let out a heady moan as he watched her body convulse below him. Her legs collapsed and she fell flat on the bed, gasping for air.
"What did you just do to me?" She panted, ripping off the blindfold.
"I'm guessing you've never experienced someone hitting your G-spot before," he said, sticking one of his soaked fingers in his mouth and lapping off Elena's juices. The sight made her feel her core begin to throb again. Oh god, again? How am I still wanting more after that? She thought incredulously. Damon looked down at her body, still shaking, and offered her his other finger. She grabbed his hand and stuck his finger in her wet mouth. She tasted herself on his hand and felt like an erotic goddess. Stefan never made her feel like his. Sure being with him felt good, but never like this. This was indescribable. This was dirty, sexy, and pure lust. Damon watched her as she sucked on his finger, his eyelids growing heavy with need.
Elena wanted so badly to touch him again, but before she even got the chance, he gently pushed her back down on the bed so that she was laying down flat on her back. Damon slunk up the bed and rested his face between her legs. His arms wrapped around the back of her thighs and his hands rested on her stomach.
She thoroughly enjoyed everything he had done to her so far, but her clit was screaming for attention. It throbbed with need and desire as she watch his head dip down between her legs. He dragged his lips up her folds, barely touching. She bucked her hips, silently begging him to give her what she wanted. Without breaking eye contact, Damon gave in. He pressed his tongue between her folds and lightly flicked her swollen clit. Elena let out a yelp of pleasure. Damon proceeded to bury his face between her legs, licking up and down. At the bottom, he would stop his trail to dip his tongue into her core which was already soaked again. He continued up and swirled his tongue around her clit in circles, and she tossed her head back with pure ecstasy.
"Oh god… fuck… Damon," she moaned. She couldn't get anything out besides these fractions of sentences. Damon was good with his hands, but he was a master with his tongue. He applied pressure and then just let his mouth move loosely, alternating the ways he was moving with each new moan elicited from Elena. Elena could feel the pressure of the building pressure that had still not been released building up again. Her eyes rolled back, and she buried her hands into Damon's hair. "Damon, I need to cum. I can't take this any more." She whimpered. Her whole body was shaking with new waves of pleasure and her breathing was shallow. She felt him smile against her folds, and he surfaced from between her legs. The lower half of his face was soaked with her juices, and she bit her lip and his look intensified.
Damon ducked back down between her legs, moving his tongue at twice the speed that he did before while simultaneously plunging three fingers into Elena. She cried out his name for what must be the hundredth time that night and arched her back. The combination of his fingers deftly pounding into her and hitting her G-spot while his wet, warm tongue lapped around her clit was too much for her to bear. She was screaming his name now, so loudly that there was no way the entire neighborhood didn't hear it. Damon looked up at her with his pupils dilated and said the words that she finally needed to hear: "You can come now Elena."
All at once, all that pleasure that he had been building up inside of her came crashing down on her. Her vision blurred and she screamed with the erotic feeling. Damon didn't slow his pace at all as he felt her walls clamp down around his fingers. Hot juices flowed out of her and spread across her bed. This was the most intense pleasure she had ever felt in her life. She didn't even know that feeling this good was possible. She clutched onto his chiseled body as she rode out her orgasm, and he gripped her hands with his. As she finally began to come down from her high, Damon slowed his pace. He removed his fingers from her core and gave her clit once last flick with his tongue. Elena's body quivered and quaked and she stared up at the ceiling, still seeing stars. Damon moved up to lie next to her on the bed, and after a moment she turned to look at him.
"Damon… that was… incredible," she breathed, reaching out to touch his face.
He smirked and drew her close against his body. "I told you I was going to give you pleasure like you never felt before, and I meant it Elena. You deserve only the best."
At that moment, her senses came crashing back down on her. Jenna is downstairs and probably heard her screaming Damon's name like a mad person. Who knows when Stefan is going to show up here. She looked at Damon with wide eyes, and he seemed to know what she was thinking yet again.
"I'll take care of the collateral damage. Jenna will be compelled to forgot all the earth-shattering moaning she just heard coming from you." Elena blushed and looked down at Damon's chest. He picked her chin back up for her to meet his eyes again. "I hope you enjoyed yourself tonight," he whispered. Elena could still feel his hard dick pressed against her.
"We aren't going to have sex?" She said confusedly.
"As much as I would love to bend you over this bed and fuck you right now, I don't think you can take any more. And it's almost morning." Damon's eyes darkened with lust again, but he blinked it away. He stood up and walked to the bathroom, grabbing his clothes and Elena's necklace off the floor. "The offer is still up for me to compel this memory away so you don't feel guilty. Think about it and let me know tomorrow." He fastened her vervain necklace around her neck and looked around. "Well I have a 'birthday party' that I was supposed to attend about 4 hours ago so if you'll excuse me."
Elena desperately wanted him to stay, but she knew he couldn't. She also couldn't let him know that she wanted him to stay- he might take it as more than lust. Was this more than lust? She wasn't sure at this point. The only thing she knew is that she was exhausted, satisfied, and most definitely going to have sex with Damon Salvatore sometime soon.