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WARNING RATED M
It had been four days since I had seen Damon. We woke up late the morning after we slept together. We were in such a rush to pack our bags and get to the airport on time, that we didn't have time to talk about what this meant.
On the plane ride home, we weren't able to sit next to each other since we booked the flights so last minute. I was up at the front, while he sat further in the back. It made me anxious to know what he was thinking. I hoped he was feeling happy like I was. I hope he wasn't filled with regret.
The car ride home was perfectly normal. He was his usual flirty, sarcastic touchy self. That was a good sign that he wasn't feeling awkward, or remorseful about the situation. We never brought up what happened last night, but maybe it didn't need to be talked about? But I was still a girl, and I needed everything laid out for me. I needed to know if that was a one-time thing, a friends-with-benefits deal, or the beginnings of something more serious.
Damon helped me carry my bags inside. He reminded me that he would be busy bartending for the next few days, trying to make up for the days he had to take off. He promised he'd call me at some point, and he gave me a quick kiss on the forehead.
The next few days I couldn't help but fret. I was worried that I was taking things too fast. My husband only died 9 months ago, and here I was having sex with his brother. The guilt was starting to sink in as I thought about what Stefan would think. He'd probably be extremely hurt and disappointed in both of us.
I also worried about what other people would think. I couldn't tell my friends what just happened, they'd think I'd gone insane. Especially because it was Damon.
Thankfully my book editor had sent me over some notes for the first three chapters on my book. And by some, I mean a lot. I would've been offended by all the changes she wanted me to make, but I knew that this was normal. Most of her notes made sense to me and I agreed with needing to cut and add where she deemed fit. But there were a few things that I took a little more personal.
I was thankful for the distraction, to keep me from the constant nagging feeling I got when I thought about Damon and our little trip to New York.
He texted me here and there over the next few days. His texts were short and sweet, leaving me more conflicted than I was before. They were cute little texts that had my heart flutter with every word, but they were far and few between. I'm sure he was busy working, and catching up on sleep, but I couldn't help but over analyze the whole situation.
I jumped at the sound of my doorbell ringing over and over. I quickly saved my work on my laptop before getting up to check who was at my door. Someone was clearly impatient.
I opened the door to find my two best friends waiting anxiously for me.
"You have some serious explaining to do," Caroline stormed into my house, followed closely behind by Bonnie.
"Ok?" I closed my front door confused. "What did I do?"
Caroline shoved a magazine in my face, "How could you not tell your best friends that you are in all major magazines right now?"
I flushed not realizing that it had come out already. I grabbed the magazine that had already been book marked. I glanced at the familiar photo of me on the fallen tree, and the one of Damon and I. "How did you find this?" I shifted uncomfortably.
"Hello?" Caroline threw her hands in the air like it was obvious. "I only look forward to my monthly magazine subscription like all month," Caroline scoffed. "I practically wait by the mailbox for the mailman."
I should've known better. Caroline lived for gossip. She had been reading these magazines cover to cover from the time we were 7.
"Why didn't you tell us?" Bonnie asked.
I shrugged throwing the magazine on the counter like it wasn't a big deal. "It wasn't supposed to get to that. Damon had done me a favor, so I promised him I'd model for him for a photo contest," I went and sat down at my little kitchen table. "His photo ended up getting into the right hands and they asked if they could use it for their next ad."
"Who cares how it happened?!" Caroline jumped up and down. "My best friend is famous!"
I snorted, "I would hardly call that famous."
"Are you kidding?!" She shoved the photos in my face. "You look hot! I see a future in modeling for you."
"No," I shook my head.
"Damon should be a model too," Bonnie mumbled under her breath, looking at the picture. "You guys look incredible together."
I blushed as I looked down at the picture. Knowing they had no idea what was really going on made me want to crawl into a hole and hide from their oblivious stares.
"Yeah, it almost looks like you enjoyed his lips on your neck," Caroline observed. "You guys must be really good actors."
I cleared my throat and got up so I could turn away from them. "Do you guys want coffee? Or tea?"
"So where were you this last weekend?" Caroline had that tone in her voice. Like she was suspicious.
"What do you mean? I was home," I lied. I opened my cupboards looking for my teapot.
"No, you weren't," Caroline argued. "I came over on Saturday and Sunday, and you weren't home… but your car was in the garage… I looked," she admitted sheepishly.
"And we know you weren't at the lake house, because I was there with your family," Bonnie chimed in.
I filled the teapot with water, trying hard to come up with an explanation quick.
"Ok fine," I sighed. My brain wasn't working fast enough. "I was in New York."
"New York?" Caroline's eyebrows scrunched in confusion. "Why were you there?"
"I was meeting with an editor," I said truthfully. "My book got picked up."
"Your book?" Carline was so lost.
"That's awesome!" Bonnie gasped. "I can't believe it, why didn't you tell me!? I would have come with."
I turned on my stove top, waiting for the tea to warm up. "I guess I just-"
"You're lying," Caroline crossed her arms. "There is something you're hiding from us," her eyes squinted into tiny little daggers. "There is a reason you wanted us to think you were home. You may have gone to New York, but you were not alone, and you weren't there for your book."
I sighed, there was nothing that Caroline couldn't pick up on. "I was there for my book," I didn't lie.
"Any other reason?" Her eyes were fixated on me, like she was waiting for me to crack.
"Ok," I groaned, throwing myself down at the table annoyed by her interrogation. "Damon asked me to go to New York with him, because he got asked to do another shoot, and he wanted my help."
"Help with what?" Bonnie asked.
"Being his assistant," I shrugged. "He never worked with such a big designer, and he just needed me for moral support."
"Since when have you been so close?" Caroline sat down beside me looking very confused.
"We've… been hanging out… I guess," I tried making it sound casual.
"So, you spent the weekend together in New York? And you helped him out of the kindness of your heart?" Caroline pressed, not buying what I was selling.
"I was there for my book too," I couldn't even look her in the eye.
"Right," she said sarcastically.
"What happened in New York?" Bonnie asked.
I shrugged, "He was doing a lingerie shoot, and one of the models called in sick. The designer was extremely specific about his vision for four girls, and the really scary boss man in charge bullied me into filling in."
"Lingerie?" Caroline shook her head confused. "You modeled again? In Lingerie?!"
"I had no choice," I blushed. "And it was underwear, ok?"
"I'm not judging," she shook her head. "I just can't believe you've kept this from us!"
"It's embarrassing," I mumbled.
"No, it's not!" Caroline beamed. "My best friend is a model!"
"I am not," I crossed my arms. "I am never doing that again. I was doing Damon a favor. I would never do that on my own."
"So, you did do it for Damon?" Bonnie pointed out.
I was speechless. How was I going to get out of this one? How could I deny the truth without it sounding defensive?
"Did you sleep with him?" Caroline gasped.
I blushed, unable to shout the words no. I was an awful liar. It was useless to even try to lie, because everyone would know the second it left my lips that it was false.
Thankfully, I was saved by a knock at my door. I quickly got up and walked to the door. I was going to hug the UPS man for interrupting at the perfect time.
I opened the door, and it was worse… much, much worse. "Damon," I breathed. My heart couldn't help but race at the sight of him. If it weren't for my friends' eager ears in the kitchen I would've thrown myself at him.
He stepped forward, "hello gorgeous," he scooped me up effortlessly. His lips pressed to my ear.
I squeezed him back, so glad to have him here in the flesh, "I didn't know you were coming over," I mumbled in his ear.
"I texted you," he set me down in the entry way.
"Oh," I smiled up at him. "I guess I haven't looked at my phone in a while."
He placed a finger under my chin and bent down to give me a sweet kiss. My heart fluttered at the feel of lips. I had been dying to feel that again, and I wasn't sure that I would.
The tea kettle started screaming, and we detached our lips. I suddenly remembered my friends were in the kitchen and I flushed, knowing they probably had their ears pressed up against the wall trying to spy on me.
"You have to go," I started pushing on him. I wasn't ready for my friends to humiliate me and start interrogating him.
"What?" He chuckled, fumbling backwards.
"My friends are here," I opened up the door, pushing us both out the door.
His laugh was infectious, "Embarrassed of me now, are we?"
I shook my head, "They'll embarrass me."
I pushed him up against the house and giggled against his chest. "I'm not ready for that."
"Well, I'm off today," he tilted my head back so I could look up at him. "If you want to come by later when your friends leave."
"I will," I smiled shyly at him.
He bent down and kissed the side of my face, rubbing his stubble against my neck and shoulder. He kissed me repeatedly down the side of my face, down to the edge of my exposed shoulder, making me giggle.
He pulled away smiling, "Ok… I guess I'll get out of your hair. Since you're so embarrassed of me," he teased.
"Stop," I shoved him. "It's not about you," I promised him.
He kissed me, and I think we both meant for it be a quick goodbye kiss, but we both refused to break contact. His tongue slid into my mouth and I pushed my breasts into his chest, wanting to just meld to him. His arms snaked around my lower back, pressing his erection into my hip.
I was completely oblivious to everything that surrounded me when I was with him. I couldn't focus on anything else but the feel of his body against mine, and the way that his scent was able to fog my brain like a poisonous, yet harmless gas.
The sound of my front door opening had as both of us reluctantly detach our hungry lips with a smacking sound. The fog was starting to clear, as I remembered my friends had still been inside.
I went to push away from Damon, but he held on to me tighter. I'm assuming his obvious throbbing erection would be more embarrassing than our fused together bodies.
I was met with curious eyes, and subtle smiles, as they awkwardly walked outside, trying not to break out in a fit of laughter.
I spun around in Damon's arms, but he made sure to keep me pressed against his throbbing erection, "Sorry," I blushed, looking at my friends who seemed to have a lot of unanswered questions swirling in their heads.
"No problem," Bonnie couldn't help but giggle. "We're just going to head out and give you some alone time."
"You don't have to," I tried sounding convincing, but even I wasn't convinced.
"Oh, but we should," Caroline smiled as she looked at the two of us. "It's nice to kind of meet you Damon," Caroline giggled.
"Likewise, blondie," Damon called over my shoulder.
They both turned giggling uncontrollably to Caroline's car.
I pulled Damon inside my house before I could embarrass myself anymore. I practically ran into the kitchen remembering I left the tea on the stove top. I sighed when I noticed it was taken off. I looked over at my table and realized there were two mugs of tea set out and the magazine open to the pictures of me sprawled out between the two cups. "Very funny," I mumbled under my breath.
Damon chuckled when he saw the little display, "speaking of my little muse," he wrapped his arms around my waist. He had his phone in one hand opening up a saved page from his history browser. "They launched the underwear on the website today." He clicked on a link and up popped a photo of me and the other three models in our underwear.
I wanted to cringe thinking my friends and family might see this someday. Don't get me wrong, I looked really good. It still felt weird thinking about myself that way, since I never have before, but I actually liked the pictures. It was probably the magic of Damon's camera and editing skills, that made me look so good, not to mention the professional hair and makeup artists I had making me look a thousand times better.
"You did good," I smiled looking at the photo.
"Me?" He snorted. "Look at you."
"You make me look good," I reiterated.
He spun me around running his hand through my hair, "You are insane if you think you don't look this gorgeous all the time."
I bit my bottom lip. I was not used to this type of attention. I felt like we had a little secret, him and I. He brought something to the surface that I didn't even know existed in me. Something daring, dangerous, even a little bad. But I liked it.
He walked me backwards, his eyes on mine, and his crooked smile was causing my heart to melt. "Where are you taking me?" I giggled, as he kept walking me backwards.
"The couch," he said before spinning around and pulling me on top of him. He sat down, pulling my legs across his lap, as his arm was still snug around my waist. "So, are you going to tell me why you don't want to introduce me to your friends?"
"They'd just bombard you with a bunch of questions," I fumbled with my own hands, trying to distract myself.
"Is that bad?" His hand interlaced mine, gently moving his fingers with mine.
"Yes," I looked at him. "Neither of them has a filter. Especially Caroline."
He chuckled, "well I'd like to think I'm an honest guy."
"Unless you're ready to explain this," I gestured between the two of us. "I wouldn't encourage them."
He grabbed my hand and cupped them in his hands, before kissing my knuckles, "What would you say this is?" His eyes bore into mine.
"I don't know?" I blushed. "I think that's up to you.
He scrunched his eyebrows in confusion, "Why's that?"
I shrugged, "You just don't seem like the commitment type."
He seemed to accept that answer. He took a deep breath, before running his hand down my back softly, leaving goosebumps in its wake. "You know…" he spoke slowly and calmly. "It's just you," he continued lightly rubbing his hand up and down my back. It was comforting.
"What do you mean by that?" I wondered.
"You're the only girl I'm talking to," he smirked.
"What about sleeping with?" I challenged him. I gave him a look that demanded honesty. Just because he wasn't "talking" to anyone else, didn't mean he wasn't screwing around.
"I haven't even kissed another girl since…" he let the sentence fall as he smiled at me, clearly thinking about a memory. "Since you got drunk at my club and danced on the tables."
"That was like five months ago," My jaw dropped. "Why?"
"Because I knew…" his hand found my jaw. "That I wanted you."
"I can't believe you waited that long," I giggled.
"I know," he rolled his eyes playfully. "It wasn't intentional."
"What do you mean?"
"It wasn't like I made a conscious decision to cut myself off from women," his fingers grazed the underneath of my jaw. I've never been with a guy that was so touchy so quickly. He made me feel so wanted all the time. He didn't make it uncomfortable, he made it feel natural. "I was just so intrigued by you."
"What makes me so different from any other girl?" I wondered.
"You had that fire that I'm so attracted to," he smirked. "You weren't afraid to put me in my place right from the beginning. You even slapped me," he reminded me. "You were the only girl to reject my flirty ways."
"I don't reject it now," I pointed out.
"You didn't let me finish," his hand dropped to my lap, and he opened the palm of my hand, tracing invisible lines on my palm. "You have this innocence about you, that I find endearing. And slowly but surely you would have this confidence that only I got to see," his eyes flashed to mine. "I love that one minute you can be shy and innocent, and the next your confident and… naughty," his smile grew wicked and mischievous.
I flushed, "I am not."
"I have a picture on my phone that begs to differ," he teased.
"What else do you like about me?" I changed the subject.
He chuckled. "You're warm, and kind," he continued on. "You can be a little spit fire, which kind of scares me a little. You have a sense of adventure, and you go with the flow, no matter what crazy favor I ask you to do. You make me laugh, especially when you're not trying to." He leaned in and lightly grazed his lips to my ear. "What about me? What is it that you like about me?"
I looked down at my hands, already feeling the blush creeping in. I wasn't used to being this open and honest.
"I like that you are spontaneous," I started. "You encourage me to be a little more impulsive, and it's fun." I fumbled with the hem of his t-shirt, as I continued. "I like that you aren't afraid to touch me, or flirt with me. You're very forward, and it's different." My hand grazed up his one arm that was decorated in tattoos. "I like your tattoos. I like how dangerous you feel." I shifted in his lap, sitting on his thighs. My hands found the hair in the nape of his neck. "You also have a secret sweet side."
"Shh," he smirked. "Don't tell."
"You make me feel special. Like I'm the only girl in the room," I leaned forward. "Especially when there are three beautiful topless models surrounding me."
"You have some sort of warped vision of yourself or something," he shook his head. "You are way more beautiful than all of them combined."
"And…" I continued my list. "you have pretty eyes. And I love when you give me that crooked smile, and eye thing that you do."
"You have pretty eyes," he switched the attention back to me. "And skin," he brushed the little bit of exposed skin between my shorts, and my tank top. "You do this pouty thing with your eyes, and it kills me," he continued. "And your lips," he pressed his softly to mine. "So kissable," he mumbled against my lips. His eyes fell to my chest, and I could see the lust darken in his eyes. His fingers reached out and thumbed my puckered nipples through my tank top. "Don't think I didn't notice you aren't wearing a bra."
His eyes flickered back to mine and I let out a shaky breath. He knew how to make me so on edge. I bit my lip afraid if I didn't, I might let out an embarrassing sound. "You have perfect tits," his voice lowered. His fingers ran up the tops of my straps before gently pushing them over my shoulders so the fell against my arms. "So perky," he pulled the front down exposing my breasts to the air. His fingers found my nipples, turning them in his fingers, making them even harder. I moaned as I bit down harder on my lip. He tugged and pulled, making me so on edge I was going to explode.
"Damon," I pushed my chest into his hands. I needed more.
He moved his hands down to my ass, pushing us forward. Off the couch and down to the floor. He gracefully laid me down, as he knelt on his knees. He rubbed the tops of my thighs. "You have the best legs. So long."
He unsnapped and unzipped my shorts, pulling them down my legs. He grabbed my tank top, that was bunched around my waist and he pulled that off too. He turned me over, "And your ass," he squeezed the globes of my butt. "So perfect," he shocked me when he gave my ass a smack. It wasn't soft, it was hard. I pushed my butt into the air feeling myself grow wet.
He grabbed the strings of my thong, pulling it down my long legs, before ditching them somewhere in my living room. He flipped my back over and spread my legs. "Your pussy," he growled. He leaned down and licked up my center. "So, fucking good," He hummed against my flesh. His tongue did things I didn't even know were possible. I couldn't help but buck against his expert mouth.
He snaked his hands up to twist my aching nipples. "Yes!" I screamed out. I sat up on my elbows, looking down at the incredible sight before me. I had done this with Stefan plenty of times. In the dark… In our bed… with my eyes closed. It felt too intimate to watch. But here I was with Damon. I've had sex with him once and now he was eating me out on my living room floor, in broad daylight. I watched as he sucked in my entire labia, his eyes looking into mine, as he pulled on my nipples. "Oh fuck!" I cried out. I felt myself falling. My body trembling as my orgasm took over.
After I came down from my high, he continued licking me, "You have the sweetest pussy," he groaned. "I could eat you all day," he continued flicking his tongue over my swollen clit. "Hmmm," he sucked me.
His dirty talk had me ready to cum again. This time I wanted him inside me. I tugged the back of his neck detaching his lips from my wet folds. I pushed him over, so he laid flat on his back. I peeled off his t-shirt and ran my hands down his upper body. "I love you without a shirt," I smiled down at him mischievously.
I took my time appreciating ever ab, and every muscle. His perfect biceps, chest, and abdominals. He twitched as I traced the lines that dipped below his low hanging jeans. I unsnapped his jeans and pulled them down taking his briefs down simultaneously. I got rid of his socks too, before letting my hands trail back up his body. "You have a huge cock," I blushed at my own words. "Can I ride it?"
"Please," he groaned.
I straddled his waist, taking his cock in my slender hand. I teased the outside of my soaked pussy, rubbing his stiff cock over my engorged clit.
"You're killing me babe," he shuttered.
I moved to my feet, opening my knees to the side. I lifted up, letting myself sink down on him. I couldn't help the whiney moan that escaped my lips.
His thumb rubbed my clit, "ride me."
I bounced up and down at a quick pace. I leaned back, my hands resting on his thighs behind me. I could feel my tits bouncing, as he filled me completely.
I circled my hips, loving the way he felt how deep he was in me. No one could ever touch me as far as he could. "Fuck me," I cried out, as he rubbed my clit faster.
"Fuck that tight little pussy," his jaw tensed as he met my thrusts.
"Your pussy," I smiled, biting my lip looking down at him.
"Mine," he growled. He rubbed harder, causing me to skyrocket into another orgasm. "My fucking pussy," he jerked. He let out a growl as he spilled inside me. His hands grabbed my ass, as his strong arms picked me up and down off his cock, as he finished off his orgasm.
I collapsed on top of him. My sweaty forehead resting in the crook of his neck. He ran his hand through my hair, "I needed you," he whispered.
"Pent up energy?" I giggled tilting my head up to look at him.
"I missed you," his face was serious, as he looked down at me.
I turned my head and gently kissed his bare chest, "I missed you too," I whispered.
It scared me how quickly I was falling for him. I just hoped he'd catch me...
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