Chapter 10

Damon

Elena let's go of my hand and I feel the loss immediately. Kat takes the opportunity to move closer to me and stands on her toes. "Come home with me. You know you miss me." she whispers in my ear; licking and then biting it. I push her away just as I see Elena walking away.

"What the fuck Kat?" I ask shaking my head. "I'm not fucking interested in you anymore."

"So, you'd rather have trash?" She says thumbing back to the way Elena walked.

My blood boils. I'm officially pissed. Elena is not fucking trash.

"Don't you fucking dare talk about her that way." I tell her pushing her aside. "She is twice the woman you'll ever be."

I walk in the direction Elena went and Kat yells after me; "Whatever Damon. Mason was a better fuck anyway. And so much bigger!"

I roll my eyes and head to the parking lot. Elena is standing there looking down at her phone. I walk up to her and she shakes her head at me.

"I'm sorry about that." I say running my hand through my hair.

"Whatever Damon," she says refusing to look at up. "I texted Rebekah. Her and Matt are coming to get me."

I lightly grab her arm. "Don't be like that Elena. Don't let that bitch ruin our night."

Matt's car pulls up to us and he rolls down his window raising his brow at us. "Problem?"

"No, I'm ready." Elena says walking away from me.

I walk over, grabbing the door before she can close it. "Elena please. Please don't leave yet."

"Let me go Damon." she says pulling the door trying to shut it.

I let go of the door and she shuts it. "Later dude." Matt says rolling his window back up. I stare after them as they pull away.

"Fuck!" I yell out loud to no one. I punch the trunk of my car twice and shake my fist out. I kick the ground and get in my car.

When I get in my car, I text Caroline.

Me: Can I get Elena's number?

Caroline: Please? Would it kill you to be polite?

Of course, she decides to give me a hard time now.

Me: Can I please get her number?

Caroline: Yes, you may.

She texts me Elena's number and I put it in my phone. I text her immediately.

Me: Elena please talk to me.

Elena: Who is this?

Me: Damon. I asked Caroline for your number.

Me: I am so sorry about Katherine. I was having a good time before she ruined it.

Elena: Leave me alone Damon.

Me: Please don't be like that. She doesn't mean anything to me.

Elena: You should've done something about that when she decided to grope you in front of me.

Me: It didn't mean anything. I told her to fuck off.

Elena doesn't text me back. I start my car and head home. I get inside and the house is dark. I grab a water out of the fridge and head into my room. I strip down to my boxer briefs and flop onto my bed. I fall asleep gripping my phone tightly.

Elena

I wake up the next morning and the sun still isn't up. I roll over and check the time. It's a little after 4am. I can't sleep. I get out of bed and decide to go for a run. I slip on my grey jogging pants and white tank top. I put on my running shoes and make my way downstairs. It's quiet as I make a pot of coffee. I pour myself a cup, adding two sugars and a splash of almond milk. I sip my coffee and grab a banana scrolling through my phone. I see the messages from Damon and wonder if I was too harsh on him? I just couldn't stand to see Katherine all over him. I've dealt with a cheater before and I refuse to go down that road ever again. I mean Damon and I aren't even a couple but we were on a date. My ex Kai cheated on me and I never forgave him. He claimed she didn't mean anything and then said it was my fault because I wouldn't have sex with him. Can you believe that? My fault. Yeah right.

I slip my phone in my armband and put my earbuds in. I finish my coffee and head out the door. I start with a fast-paced walk getting my heart rate up. The song changes to 'Imma Be' by The Black-Eyed Peas and I start jogging. I'm lost in the feeling of the music and by the time 'Don't Stop the Music' by Rihanna comes on I'm in a full run. I make my way back to my street and return to a slow jog. My playlist switches over to 'If I Were A Boy' by Beyoncé. I hum along to the song as I slow to a walk. I wipe the sweat off my forehead; slowly bobbing my head. I walk towards my house and sing out loud to the song.

I look up and see Damon standing next to his car in my driveway. His hands are shoved in his pockets. I come to a stop in front of him; the corners of his mouth tugs up into a small smile. He nods his head at me.

I pull out my headphones. "What are you doing here?"

"You never responded to me last night." He says running his hand through his hair nervously.

I huff out a breath. "Well, I don't feel like playing games Damon."

He shakes his head. "I'm not playing games Lena." He scratches his chin. "I am really sorry about last night. I told her so many times already that it's over. I think she finally got it through her thick skull."

I shift nervously on my feet. I look back to the house and adjust the straps of my tank. "Okay," I say nodding to him.

"Okay?" He asks with a raised brow.

"Yeah. Do you want to come in?" I ask thumbing to the door.

He nods his head. "Yeah, that'd be great actually." He follow me inside. I kick off my sneakers and takes off his. We head into the kitchen and I see my mom sitting at the island. "How was your run?" She asks grabbing me a water from the fridge.

"It was good. Just figuring out a route. There's a trail I found they must use for P.T."

She nods her head and looks at Damon then back to me. "Did he stay the night?"

I quickly shake my head no. "No, he was here when I came back."

"That's fine. It's nice to see you again." She says smiling at him.

"You too ma'am."

I shake my head and grab my water off the island. "We're going up to my room." I tell mom nodding towards the stairs.

She just smiles at me. "Okay. Emma and I are heading out soon for breakfast. Do you want me to bring you back anything?"

"I'm good. Thanks though."

I grab Damon's arm pulling him to the stairs. He follows me up. We make it into my room and I grab a white button up t-shirt dress. Damon is looking around my room. He stops and looks at the pictures on my dresser. I walk over to him; placing my cell phone armband on my dresser. He picks up a picture of my dad and I. "That's my dad." I tell him quietly.

He nods his head. "You look just like him."

I grin. "All but the hair. I get these from my mom." I say tugging on a loose tendril that escaped from my ponytail. "Make yourself comfortable. Remote is there if you want to watch something. I'm going to take a quick shower."

He wiggles his eyebrows at me.

"Alone," I tell him giggling.

He chuckles as I walk into the bathroom and shut the door. I turn on the shower and undress quickly. I step in and make fast work of washing up and shaving. Once I step out and dry off, I pull on my white lace thong and matching push up bra. I slip on my dress and leave the top buttons open exposing my cleavage some. I towel dry my hair and apply some leave in conditioner. I run my hands through my hair and scrunch it. I apply some strawberry lip balm and that's good enough for me.

I finally make it out of the bathroom and Damon is laying in the middle of my bed with his eyes closed. "Comfy?" I ask him as I walk over to him. He opens his eyes and looks me up and down. His gaze stuck to my cleavage for more than a hot minute.

That's right. Now he is ogling me. Bam! If that doesn't make me feel good.

"It'd be comfier with you in it." He says patting the bed beside him.

I laugh but climb on top of the comforter anyways. I lay down next to him; turning on my side to look at him. He mimics my position and stares into my eyes. I moisten my bottom lip with my tongue. His gaze follows my movements and flicks back up to meet my eyes.

His brows furrow. "I am really sorry about last night Lena." he says quietly.

I shrug my shoulders. "I was just really uncomfortable standing there. Watching her."

"She should have never done that." He says rubbing his hand along my arm. His fingers entwine with mine and he raises our clasped hands kissing mine. He pulls me into him so I'm laying across his chest and his right-hand rubs along my side. "I broke up with her months ago. We only dated briefly, and she cheated."

I nod my head and he kisses my hair. "I know what that's like." I say quietly. "My ex cheated on me. He said it was my fault because I wouldn't have sex with him."

Damon huffs and I feel him shake his head. "That's fucked up."

I nod my head in agreement. We lay in companionable silence for a few minutes. Damon finally speaks, "Lena?"

"Hmm?" I say quietly.

"Will you be my girlfriend?" He asks clutching my side tighter like he's afraid I will move away.

I look up at him and palm the side of his face. "Don't hurt me Damon."

He shakes his head and kisses me on the forehead then nose. "Never."

I snuggle further into him and he hums a song quietly. He gently tugs my chin up. "I really do like you Elena Gilbert."

I duck my head and feel my cheeks heating at I blush. He pulls my chin back up to look into my eyes. "I really like you too." I say quietly.

He grins and bows his head kissing my cheek and then the corner of my mouth. I push up and capture his lips with mine. He hums into the kiss and pulls back. "What is that? Tastes like strawberries." He says licking his lips.

I giggle and lean down, my lips grazing his as I talk. "My lip balm." He smiles and captures my mouth in his again.

Damon takes quick control of the kiss and pulls me on top of him. One of his hands grips the back of my neck and the other slides down and grips my thigh. His hand moves slowly up my thigh and he trails kisses down my neck. His hand moves up further and strokes the edge of my thong. I wiggle my hips at the feeling of his erection growing under his gym shorts and he groans pulling back.

We're both breathing heavily. He stares into my eyes as he slides his right hand along my other thigh. Both of his hands grip my hips and he thrusts upwards grinding me into him. I duck my head into his neck and moan.

He grinds into me again and whispers my name. I look at him. "I would never take advantage of you. I will wait until you're ready." He says massaging my thighs.

I smile at him. "I'm not ready to have sex but there are other things we could do."

He groans my name as I sit up and unbutton my dress. He sits up grabbing my wrists; the action causes his thick erection to press into me further. I close my eyes and bite my lip. "What are you doing?" He asks looking me in the eyes when I open them.

"Other things," I say wetting my bottom lip.

He releases my arms and helps me take my dress off. He kisses down my neck, to my cleavage and fingers my bra strap. "Is this okay?"

I nod my head; and he unhooks my bra; letting it fall down my arms. I toss it to the floor and moan loudly when he captures my nipple in his mouth. He licks and nips it gently then moves to my other breast. We continue grinding and he flips me over so I'm on my back. He kisses me again; moving down my chest and to my stomach.

He groans; fingering my thong. He looks up at me with a raised brow. I know what he's asking, and I nod my head unable to form a sentence. He kisses along the waistband and slowly lowers them. He makes his way back up placing small kisses on my calves and thighs. He spreads my legs, shouldering between them.

He leans down and swipes my center with his tongue. I moan loudly as he sucks my clit into his mouth. He's lets it go and looks up at me. He slowly inserts one and then a second finger. My eyes roll back, and I grip my comforter. I push myself into him at the feeling of him working me up. I feel the familiar tingles in my stomach and Damon groans into me. He removes his fingers and sticks his tongue inside of me; massaging that spot that feels so good.

He circles my clit with his thumb, and I moan loudly thrusting my hips. Then I feel it. The intense feeling that makes me see bright white lights behind my eye lids. "Ohhhh fuuucck Damon. God yes!" I moan loudly as I cum. He continues licking me until my thighs shake. He looks up at me and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. He kisses up my stomach and chest; making his way to my mouth. I taste myself on him as his tongue massages mine. He thrusts his rock-hard member onto my center and I nip his bottom lip.

He reaches down to adjust himself. "Can I try something?" He asks quietly like he's afraid of my answer.

I raise my brow, "what?"

He reaches down and pulls his shorts and boxer briefs down some. The angry red tip of his erection comes into view followed by the rest of him. "I just want to feel you. I'm clean. I promise. I need to feel you." He practically begs, "I won't push inside. I promise, but please."

I pull his face up to kiss him. "I'm on the pill anyways. I want to feel you too." I tell him as I help him push his shorts and boxer briefs off. He kneels between my legs; his cock is huge. It reaches his belly button. I reach down and grip it in my hand. I can't even wrap my fingers around him. I look him in the eyes when he groans.