AN; This story is rated M for a reason.
It'll contain mature themes and explicit descriptions. SO, beware!

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She bolted from the room and managed to run straight into a solid chest that had her stumbling back, almost falling on her ass as she cursed. Strong hands wrapped around her upper arms.

"Easy."

Oh, oh wow. The soft and velvety voice caused her ears to orgasm - if there was ever such a thing. His hands caught her and landed firmly on her waist before dropping to her hips, his eyes searching for something, a smirk spreading across his face.

"I am so, so sorry." Elena excused herself.

When she looked up from the chest she'd run straight into, the blue eyes glimmered with mischief and the promise of a wild ride if she just allowed herself to let go. Damon was sex personified. His messy hair was gorgeous and she wanted to pull her hands through it, grab a fistful of it and tug; hard - eventually force him to a place where he could bury his face. Oh, geez.

This place, this club, it had to be cursed; oral sex had never been on her agenda before. She'd never performed oral sex, she'd never received it either. So, how come the thought crossed her mind just by looking at the stranger in front of her?

There had to be things that this man could teach her about fucking, not sex, fucking - because that's what she thought of when she looked at him; fucking. He was cocky yet warm and the combination was arousing. This man, as weird as it may sound in her own head, didn't have sex. He fucked.

"Are you okay?" He questioned, trying to make eye contact with her.

'Take a chance, Elena,' her subconscious yelled at her. 'You think he's hot. Fuck him.' She shook her head at the voice inside her head. 'Just do something wild for once in your boring life. Come on, Elena. Fuck him and be done with it. It'll be a great memory from Vegas! You know you want to.' Her cheeks felt flushed and hot at the mere thought. Something hit her with full force, causing her to stumble a little because of the high heels she'd borrowed from Katherine. "Let's get a room."

She hadn't asked. No. Elena had demanded his presence and she'd shocked herself. What had shocked her even more was his response to her suggestion. He'd simply asked if she was sure and she'd been bold enough to steal a kiss; which had been all the confirmation and encouragement he'd needed. He'd made sure to let her know he wasn't married and that there was no girlfriend in the picture, before finding an empty room.

A couple of months ago she would have felt like a complete prostitute – but, the only thing she felt at the moment was lust. She was beyond horny – turned on and so ready to rip the clothes off of his body that her head was spinning. Just thinking about the fact that she was about to have sex with a complete stranger was nerve-wracking but at the same time, so incredibly sexy. It felt forbidden and so out of her own character; it was as if she'd turned into someone else. It was as if she'd turned into a person she didn't even know about.

They stumbled through the door of the dark room they'd chosen to occupy. At the moment, she didn't really care about that fact that the place felt more like a sex palace than an exclusive nightclub. She would have to interrogate Katherine about her escapades later; it was obvious her friend had visited this kind of club before.

Elena snickered when Damon hit the door frame, cursing under his breath. The room was lit up with candles and Elena felt at home the second she noticed the décor. The interior was amazingly beautiful. The black, red and purple colors turned the room into a warm space that surrounded the enormous canopy bed that was placed in the middle. If she could, she would have remodeled her entire apartment like that, but she doubted that her landlord would be pleased about it.

Damon managed to turn the lock and proceeded to kick the door shut and reattach his lips to hers. They moved towards the bed, ready to get naked. He was more of a man than anyone else she'd ever placed her hands on before. Well, to be honest, she'd only seen two other men naked before and they'd barely even been men at the time. Damon wasn't a teenage boy. His hands didn't tremble with uncertainty, didn't fumble; no, he knew exactly what he was doing and it was different. Even though he was a stranger, even though she'd basically just met him; she felt safe in his company. He didn't feel 'off' or weird. She'd never experienced sexual arousal and safety at the same time before - until now.

Her first relationship had been with the boy next door, Matt Donovan. It had been slightly disastrous but not because of how he'd treated her. He'd been and still was a sweetheart - he really was - they'd just lacked passion. They'd lacked butterflies, lust and all the things you should feel while being in love with someone. He'd been more of a friend that worked well as a boyfriend; a nice boyfriend that you felt no sexual attraction to.

He'd lacked interest in her as well but they'd still had sex. He'd been her first and it had been weird, awkward and so bad. They'd parted ways after that, realizing that they'd never been really attracted to the other. They'd ended on good notes but still, it had felt like a disaster. Why couldn't she just have loved him, why couldn't she just have wanted him? He was the perfect guy, the guy you brought home to meet your mama.

Mason Lockwood had been her second and worst experience of a boyfriend. He'd treated her like shit. He'd been a bad boy and Elena had been curious. His image of the bad but misunderstood boy had been what pulled her in, because his personality had sucked, profoundly. He'd been rude most of the time, didn't stand up for her and he'd been having trouble with the monogamy part of their relationship. Elena had found him flirting and even kissing other girls once but she'd forgiven him.

Mason had been manipulative, she'd felt more used than cherished and they'd been toxic together. He'd ruined a part of her and she'd never found the missing piece after their breakup. It had been six months, she should've moved on by now but it was hard. He'd left marks in all kinds of ways and a part of her soul had been badly burned.

Their sexual encounters had never been satisfying. Sure, it had been hot and she'd craved it when they'd been discarding their clothes and she'd wanted it at the time but, she'd never been able to fall over the edge with him. She'd never had an orgasm with him. Or anyone else for that matter. Elena was well aware of the fact that many women never got to experience it. Like, ever. It was kind of sad.

It had always been easier for her to reach the peak on her own. Her hands always managed to find their way to the spots and areas she wanted to be touched. She had her ways; no toys or vibrators, just her hands, but, still, different ways of getting off, so to speak. Not that she talked openly about it but yes, she played with herself.

However, playing with herself wasn't an option as Damon's lips moved to her neck, leaving a trail of open mouthed kisses on her skin. His mouth felt soft and she tilted her head, stretching her neck, allowing him access. His tongue moved across her collarbone and back up to her lips.

"Let's get you naked." Her murmured.

She nodded, turned around and allowed him to unzip her dress. The black piece of clothing belonged to Katherine and Elena had been slightly worried about wearing it as it showed a lot of skin.

She focused on Damon. She was nervous but tried to relax as he eyed her with a grin on his handsome face. She'd chosen a black pair of panties with a matching bra and felt confident in her body as she waited for him to continue with his own clothing. She couldn't wait to see him naked.

She realized that, none of this seemed to be new to him. A guy that looked like him must've experienced one night stands on a regular basis. He was the wet dream she'd never known she'd dreamed of.

"You're perfect." He breathed.

She could have argued with him, wanted to talk back to his early assessment of her; what if she didn't measure up? What if– Elena never got the chance to respond to his compliment. The back of her knees hit the bed and he fell down on top of her, their mouth's finding each other, their breaths mingling and sending shivers down their spines.

The touch of his hands had the aching feeling between her legs growing to enormous proportions. She was about to burst into flames when he finally scrambled out of his shirt, exposing his own skin for her hands to touch. Oh, boy, did she want to touch him!

His chest was probably one of the most incredible ones she'd ever seen. His abs and muscles were clearly visible before her, he wasn't bulky, no. Damon was lean, with a perfect v-shape-thingy that had her mouth watering.

She sat up and placed one of her hands on his stomach, moving the top of her fingers in small circles, enjoying the feel of his skin underneath her hands. His entire body reminded her of a Greek God. She had to collect herself before she started drooling. She opted for an icebreaker and said the first thing that popped up in her head.

"It's like– like you're photoshopped. It's not fair."

He laughed at her, shook his head and placed a kiss on her lips, pushing her back down on the bed. Her breath got caught in her throat as he hoisted her further up onto the bed. He leaned over to kiss her stomach, causing her to squirm. He moved his hands, slowly making his way to the upper part of her thighs. With a gentle yet firm touch, he stroked the inside of her thighs, locking eyes with her.

"Is this okay?"

The fact that he asked and didn't just assume things had her insides exploding with butterflies. He'd just asked her if he was allowed to– what exactly… go down on her? Ah, she wasn't so sure about that.

"It depends." She breathed as his hand wandered higher.

"Depends on what?"

"I've– I've never–" She could barely find the right words, let alone say them out loud.

"Oh, shit." He stopped, removed his hands and sat up on the edge of the bed. "Don't tell me this is some weird Fifty shades of Grey obsession and that you're a virgin? I mean, not that there's anything wrong with that, it's just– You should probably wait if you're–"

"No! I'm not a virgin. I've never performed oral sex and I've never been on the receiving end either."

"What?" He looked at her, one of his eyebrows almost twitching with the frown spreading across his face. "You've never had a guy go down on you?"

She winced as she shook her head affirmatively. It looked like he was about to gawk at her. Was he shocked? He seemed slightly baffled at her honesty but then, he just smirked at her and started to crawl back towards her. Elena could feel her heart pick up the pace and once his hands found their way back to her thighs, spreading them to accommodate his frame as he got comfortable between her legs. The anticipation of what he seemed intent on doing had her shivering all over, goosebumps covering her skin.

She could hear him groan when he reached her panties, feeling the wetness from her core through the fabric. His fingers moved across her, stroking her carefully, the tiny piece of black lace stopping his hand from colliding with her pink flesh. She involuntarily raised her hips, craving more friction. He hadn't even reached her inside and she was already breathing heavily. The anticipation was too much for her to handle as Damon placed kisses on the inside of her thighs, blowing hot air against her skin before nibbling, biting down and then soothing the spot with a soft swipe of his tongue.

She couldn't speak, just shifted her hips, tilting them, urging him to move. Gosh, she wanted him closer, wanted to know how his mouth would feel against her flesh, wanted to experience what so many romance novels described as earth shattering.

He smirked against her leg and moved to her center, placing one, hot, open mouthed kiss on her covered nether region. Elena was afraid that she would actually combust, flames devouring her entire body.

As if reading her mind, he simply moved her panties to the side and leaned forward, darting his tongue, tasting her. It was an odd sensation. It kind of– well, it kind of tickled a little bit at first. The thought of him disliking the smell or taste of her most intimate part disappeared when he hummed appreciatively.

Her entire body jerked and twitched in excitement as he swirled his tongue around her bundle of nerves, grabbing her hips to keep her in place. Without asking, without her consent; he buried his head between her legs, licking, sucking and nibbling on her, moving his tongue in soft and easy ways, building her, forcing her to just lay back and enjoy it.

Elena realized she'd just bolted upwards, arching her back, grabbing his head, raking her hands through his hair, steering his movements. She panted like never before. She had nothing to compare it to but he had to be unbelievably good at what he was doing because she squirmed. She'd never squirmed during sex before tonight.

He touched her like a pro. The thought was crazy but still, it was true. There was no way to describe it; he made her feel like she was soaring on a cloud - her mind foggy. She tensed like never before and came when two fingers curled up inside her, touching a spot she'd only managed to find herself before this man had blown her into million of pieces. Elena grabbed the red comforter, fisting it in her hands. She couldn't help it but for what felt like thirty seconds - at least! - she forgot how to breathe.

"Are you still breathing?" He mumbled against her flesh and the hot air from his sinful mouth danced over her damp folds. She wanted more. Her body buzzed with a newfound joy and she wanted him badly; with a ferocity she'd never felt or ever experienced before.

"I want you." She breathed, her eyes dazed but focused on him.

"Come here." He grabbed her waist and helped her get situated as she flipped over to her stomach.

Elena was still caught up in the orgasmic state he'd sent her into but managed to crawl into a position to stand on all four. She'd never had sex like this, the position was new and foreign to her. But, Damon had used his mouth to loosen her up and she felt like overcooked spaghetti. The position didn't really matter; she just wanted him to ravish her. To her own surprise and utter delight, she felt incredibly sexy and confident with her perky bottom swaying in the air. Elena shivered when she heard the sound of a foil packet being ripped open.

"Are you still sure?" Damon asked, bending over to kiss her back.

She had a hard time believing that he was giving her a last out if she wanted to stop. He put the decision in her hands and she arched back against him, his length sliding against her wetness, the friction causing both of them to moan.

"I want you inside me." She whimpered and he found her opening, moved his hips forward and slowly impaling her on his cock.

Elena wanted to press back against him so that she could take him all in one, swift motion but he cursed under his breath and she flexed her muscles around him, squeezed him with satisfaction as he growled something incoherently. A sense of pride rushed through her and she felt like giggling.

He pulled back and moved back inside her again. The obvious push and pull of their bodies had them both sweating and breathing heavily. Not that she had a lot to compare him to,but she would tell that he was equipped. She didn't have much knowledge about men's penis sizes, but felt the need to tell him that he was big – much bigger than what she was used to – but she couldn't. The pleasure was too much and it sounded way too silly just thinking about it.

Elena heard herself moan as he curved her body with his, leaned down and kissed her back, tracing her almost visible spine with his fingers. She'd always considered the position very impersonal, cheap and typical porn-style, yet it felt incredibly intimate as Damon moved within her.

She felt connected to him on a whole different level and it would've had her scared and frowning hadn't she been so worked up and ready to fall over the edge a second time. Her entire being tingled as his mouth moved across her back, nibbling at her skin.

If this was his version of fucking – she didn't even dare to wonder what making love to him would be like. He was sensual and careful, but at the same time; dominant and firm. Kind of rough but still soft and warm. For a fleeting moment, it felt as if the way his hands moved over her body, was as natural as breathing. He caressed her waist and moved further to grip her hips.

A wave of desire coursed through her. Her name rolled perfectly off of his lips. She was wet and warm. He cursed behind her. Her center basically hummed as she turned to glance over her shoulder, facing his blue orbs. Without any words being spoken, he grabbed a fistful of her long hair, yanked her head back carefully and placed his lips on her.

She'd never liked it rough before but this was something entirely different. All of a sudden, she found herself wanting him to manhandle her, be a little rougher with her, stretch her boundaries and see if she'd bend or break. His tongue massaged hers and she groaned, breaking the kiss, their eyes still locked.

"Harder."

He growled in response and her belly tingled with desperation. She had no idea what it was she craved or wanted him to do; she just wanted– more. Elena collapsed on the bed, her legs giving up and he followed suit, steadying himself on one hand while gripping her hip with the other. He moved with intensity, with purpose and she met his every thrust. She wanted him deeper, harder, faster. She was on the verge of explosion and the fact that a stranger had been able to give her that sense of self preservation yet helping her feel beautiful and capable at the same time was mind blowing. He slammed into her, rocking her body with every movement, every thrust eliciting a unified moan from them both.

They reached new heights together and the sound he made when reaching oblivion sent her over the edge as well. His body felt heavy and sweaty as he lowered himself above her. He collapsed with a groan, burying his face in the crook of her neck, breathing hard, one of his hands still fisted in her hair.

She felt empty and wet as he pulled out of her and excused himself to quickly take care of business and dispose of the condom. He returned shortly and propped himself on one elbow, looking down at her as she rolled over to her back. Elena felt like a gooey mud cake. She felt soft and warm inside. Her body felt satisfaction it had never experienced before and her mind was humming with a happiness she hadn't felt in a very long time. All thanks to the man resting beside her.

"Hi." He breathed, a smile spreading across his face, causing her to feel giddy. She'd just been naughtier than she'd ever been and it had felt good! There would be no regrets here! Apparently, sex could be rather nice and amazing. She'd clearly missed out on a lot of things.

"Hi." She panted, trying to catch her breath.

His satisfied grin shifted and he shot out a hand to touch her, his index finger trailing down her hip as he locked eyes with her. As the orgasmic bliss slowly started to fade, the fog in her brain started to evaporate into nothingness and she started to feel vulnerable and naked. His touch was nice and soothing but the panic was luring just below the surface. She couldn't lose her shit in front of him. Not after everything that had just happened between them.

Elena got to her feet. She tried to shield her body from his questioning eyes, trying to hide her flesh from him wasn't necessary; he'd seen her naked just a couple of seconds ago and she was pretty sure he'd seen it all – up close.

"What's the rush?" He sat up, leaning back against the massive headboard. How on earth was it possible for him to be so calm and collected? They'd just fucked each others brains out. It had been awesome but she couldn't act calm and collected the way he did. She needed space to breathe and recollect her equilibrium. She'd lost it somewhere along the way but it had been totally worth it. This wasn't new to her, she'd always felt angst after sex, after masturbation but she couldn't tell him that. She gathered up her things and got dressed quickly, while he watched her, a frown present upon his gorgeous face. She needed to find Katherine.

"Hey, what's going on?"

"I have to go."

"Did I do something?" He asked softly, sliding off of the bed, pulling on his boxers. He stalked over to her. Elena inhaled sharply and tried to fix the mess that was her hair. An awkward silence passed between them and she almost jumped when one of his hands grabbed her wrist.

"I'm fine. This was really nice and all but I have to go find my friend.

"You don't want to talk or cuddle–"

"I don't like cuddling." She lied. Was he offering to cuddle and just hold her? My, oh my, who was this man? She wanted to say yes but the anxiety was slowly starting to devour her from the inside out and she couldn't let him see that fucked up side of her. How many people had been able to hear her scream when reaching oblivion? She just couldn't deal right now. It didn't matter that he was a stranger. She wanted them to part with a nice memory in mind and not a memory of her curling up in a corner, bawling her eyes out because her soul threatened to break her into pieces.

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