AN: I do not own anything.
SMUT again. Just about every chapter will have some... if it's not present its past... sometimes (like this chapter) it will be both.
He propped himself on his elbow and watched her.
A sleepy smile spread across her lips smoothing out her entire continence and making her seem so much younger. Her hair spread out like a halo on his pillow creating the illusion of sweet innocence.
That thought disappeared when he remembered the reason for her soft, sated smile. There was nothing innocent about what had put that expression on her sleeping face.
His tongue delved into her dripping center while slowly working three fingers into her tight ass.
She moaned and rocked against his mouth. She had thought Nat was good with her tongue, but Elijah was giving her former lover a run for her money. He had certainly stepped up his oral game after learning about her ex-girlfriend.
He brought his free hand around to manipulate her clit as he continued to fuck her holes with his tongue and fingers. He felt her thighs tremble on either side of his head under the triple assault.
"Elijah," she keened as she flew apart.
The sound of his name combined with the way her ass clamped around his fingers repeatedly sent a throb of desire straight to his cock. He continued to slowly pump her ass while leaving wet kisses up her stomach.
"Bloody hell, Elena," he nipped the smooth column of her throat. "You're so tight."
"Mmm," she raked her nails down his back. Her fingers circled around his waist and closed around his rock-hard erection. "Just imagine how good it'll feel to be buried in my ass."
He groaned when she squeezed slid a condom in place and squeezed him. "I've been thinking of nothing else since you texted me this afternoon. I was in the middle of a client meeting when I got that little picture."
"Did I make you a little uncomfortable?" She smirked. "Did your pants get a little tight?" She rolled over and got up on all fours when he removed his fingers and smacked her ass. She shivered when she looked over her shoulder and saw him adding lube to his cock.
"I'm pretty sure I'm well prepped," she teased.
"Perhaps," he bent and pressed a soft kiss to her shoulder, "but I'd rather be safe than sorry." Teasingly he circled her backdoor with his tip. "Are you ready, Elena?" He sat back on his knees.
"Yes," she sighed. She pressed back eagerly; she had forgotten how much she missed this. She moaned loudly when he slowly worked his way in. It wasn't too long before she was begging him to go faster.
Her rosy nipples stood at attention in the early morning light. They were practically begging to be sucked on. The sheet draped low over her abdomen but he knew that she was bare beneath. His fingers ghosted over her flat stomach and raised goosebumps on her arm.
He held down his laugh when she moaned softly and spread her legs for his wandering fingers. Her mouth popped open slightly when he circled her clit and dipped inside to stroke her g-spot ever so gently. He wondered briefly if she would notice his lips pressing lightly over hers.
Her eyes fluttered open when he was a hairsbreadth from her mouth. Seeing the movement he changed course and nipped a trail down her throat to her breast.
She moaned and carded her fingers through his mussed hair.
He groaned when her walls fluttered around his finger and she tightened her hold on his hair.
"Did I fall asleep?" She peered blearily out the window. "I thought we agreed no sleepovers. You should have woken me up."
"I think I just did," he nipped her ear and leaned back to peer into her doe eyes.
"That was a pretty awesome wake up call," she smirked.
"Glad you liked it," his eyes sparkled. "Besides… I don't think you would have made it to the door after last night." His hand which had been teasing her pussy slid down to her ass; the muscle convulsed beneath his finger.
Her teeth sank into her lip when his finger circled the loose ring of muscle. "I probably couldn't have stood up." She blinked when she saw the concern in his eyes.
"Was I too rough, love?"
She shook her head and gasped. "No," a soft smile lifted the edges of her lips, "it's just been a few years since I've taken anything bigger than that plug."
He followed her gaze to the floor and chuckled. "I'm definitely bigger than that," his fingers trailed back up her side.
Elijah picked up his phone when it vibrated on the conference table. His eyes widened marginally when rather than a message from a client or his assistant he found a SMS from Elena.
E – I hope you're free tonight. ;) Getting myself all stretched out for you.
He should have known better than to open the picture, but he hadn't been able to stop himself from placing the phone on his thigh and clicking the attachment beneath the table. There were actually two images inside.
The first picture was a close up of her mouth; her rose petal lips were stretched around a spade shaped plug with a blood red jewel at the base.
He adjusted his chair when he viewed the second picture.
She was bent over holding a smooth cheek in each hand. The plug was nestled snugly in her ass. The red jewel glittered above her glistening pussy lips.
E – I forgot how good it feels… I may have to take care of myself before tonight.
His slacks grew even more uncomfortably tight when he thought of her fingers buried in her tight snatch. He closed the images and sent back a short reply.
9 PM. My place… minx. You won't be able to walk when I'm done.
E – Promise?
"Mmhmm," she hummed, "and I'm pretty sure I took most of you."
"Oh Elena," he tweaked her hard nipple, "you took all of me, love."
"No wonder I feel so stretched out," she giggled. She moaned when he suckled on her neck. "I think my ass is going to need a good week to recover from that. It was definitely worth the wait."
"And will it be another month before we do that again?" He laved kisses from her ear to her clavicle.
"Oh no," she nipped his jaw when he pulled back to look at her. "I'm going to want to try that again soon… maybe I'll bring my dildo next time," she felt the shiver race down his spine when she pressed her lips against his ear and whispered, "and put it in my pussy while you fuck my ass, or maybe the other way around."
"You know," he groaned when she rolled him onto his back, "I never would have thought you were such a dirty girl."
"What can I say?" She shrugged. Reaching into his bedside drawer she pulled out a foil packet and rolled the condom over his hard cock. "You've turned me into a nymphomaniac."
"Elena," her name was a strangled cry.
She grinned and slowly sank down taking every inch in her dripping pussy. "You," she grunted and raised herself up, "and your perfect," down, "fucking," up, "cock… oh," she found a steady pace. She braced her hands on his chest and met his eyes as she rode him. "I just can't get enough. You woke the beast, and now it needs to be fed."
"And you call me insatiable," he ground out. He reached for her hips and gaped when she pinned his hands above his head.
"You are insatiable," she smirked. Before he could stop her she snapped the handcuffs he'd left in place through the bars of the headboard around his wrists.
"Elena?" He tugged and found his arms secured over his head.
"Elijah," she returned with a wicked smirk. She slowed her pace and raked her nails over his chest.
"What the bloody hell do you think you're doing?" The amused twinkle in his eyes told her he was perfectly fine with his current predicament.
"I did say I was going to teach you a lesson," she winked and lifted herself from his cock.
"That was nearly a month ago," he reminded her.
"I know," she delighted in his groan when she bit his nipple, "did you think I'd forgotten? I never forget a promise, and you really need to be punished."
"What pray tell have I done?" He lifted his hips and tried to slide back inside her. "What is my crime, darling?"
"You have been found guilty of being a tease," she smirked and brushed her aching center over the very tip of his cock.
He groaned when she pulled away before he could enter her. "I don't recall there being a trial… is not everyone considered innocent until proven guilty by a judge and jury?"
"Oh, but Elijah," she nipped his collarbone, "I am the judge," she flicked his nipple with her tongue, "and the jury," she made a trail to his straining cock, "and the executioner." Her fingertip ghosted over the underside of his dick.
"F-fuck," he swore and watched her pepper kisses over his thighs, "can I declare a mistrial?" His eyelids grew heavy with need.
"I don't like your chances," she giggled when she blew on the wet mark she'd left a few inches south of his shaft.
"I d-didn't e-even get a lawyer," his head fell back when she sucked his balls.
"You are a lawyer," she let her breasts scrape teasingly over his chest. Straddling his waist she closed her eyes and rocked back so his cock brushed the curve of her ass. A soft moan escaped her lips when he captured her right nipple between his teeth.
He groaned when she pulled the pebbled bud from his mouth.
"Tsk…tsk…tsk…" She shook her head.
"Elena," his voice sounded pleading to his own ears. His hips bucked off the mattress when she slid down his stomach. Slick juices were left in the wake of her wet pussy.
"How," she bit his neck, "does it feel," her tongue soothed the area, "to be on the receiving end?" She slid his hard length along her entrance. "How does it feel to be teased?"
"Elena…" he swallowed thickly and met her twinkling eyes, "… please…"
She licked the shell of his ear. "Please what? What do you want Elijah?"
He moaned and bucked his hips again in an attempt to seek any type of friction. He needed to be inside her, but he was having a little trouble articulating his desire. It was very difficult to think when she was kissing his jaw; every press of her lips got progressively closer to his mouth.
She shivered when his stubble tickled her soft cheek. She repeated her question when she hovered over his parted lips.
What did he want? He wanted to close the distance between their lips for starters. Then once he'd thoroughly explored her mouth he wanted her to ride him and kiss him slowly, but he knew that was unlikely to happen.
Elena waited impatiently for his answer. She didn't know how much longer she could wait before the need to feel him inside her became unbearable. She was on the verge of sinking onto his cock when he met her dark eyes.
"Elena," his voice was a rasp, "… oh fuck… please Elena."
"Please what?" She smirked. "Please ride me?"
He could do nothing but nod when she lowered her pussy over his throbbing erection; he was almost painfully hard at this point.
"That still leaves us with a few possibilities," she teased, "should I ride your face or your cock?"
"My cock," he groaned when she sank down on him.
"Oh… fuck," she gasped loudly as a tiny orgasm hit her. The teasing had gotten her just as worked up as him. Slowly she started to move again.
Her pace increased when she felt the tension coil in her belly. She felt his hips rise to meet her and saw his jaw clench as he approached his own release.
She flew apart a few moments later and felt his cock spasm deep inside of her. She fell against his chest and gasped as she came down from her high. When she caught her breath she shifted to sit on the bed beside him and tossed the used condom in the bin. She chewed her lip when a delicious ache radiated from her backside.
"I used to think coffee was the best way to start the morning," she grinned.
"Coffee has nothing on multiple orgasms," he smirked. "How's your ass?"
"I'm definitely going to be walking funny for a few days."
"I'll take that as a compliment," he laughed.
"Cocky aren't you?"
"That's what you love about me," Elijah winked. He tilted his head when she rolled her eyes. "Were you going to set me free anytime soon?"
"But the thought of you naked and wanting is so arousing," she teased.
"Elena."
"Elijah," she grinned. She conceded with a soft laugh. "Where's the key?"
"Hell if I know," he lifted his head to gaze upon his nightstand.
"You un-cuffed me last night," she reminded him. She shook out her dress and dropped it over the plug when the key didn't fall from the folds.
"And I threw the key somewhere over there," he squinted into the corner by the walk-in closet.
"Are you just trying to make me bend over?" Elena padded across the carpet.
"It is such a lovely view," he smirked when she bent at the waist and picked up a tiny silver key.
Before Elena could straighten up a voice sounded in the living room that made a flush stain every inch of her body.
"Elijah?" The doorknob twisted. "You're not still asleep at this hour?"
Elena saw the panic in his eyes and knew it was mirrored in her own. Frantically her eyes searched for a hiding spot. She darted into the closet and hid behind the door as Elijah managed to throw the pillow under his head over his hips.
"We've got that pa-" Kol trailed off when he opened the door and found his brother tied down. "Hello," he smirked, "of all the times to leave my phone in the car."
"For my sake I'm glad you forgot it," Elijah propped himself up as much as possible. "Now if you could just lose my spare key that would be amazing."
"And miss out on walking in on another one of these priceless scenes?" Kol gasped. "Who would come to your rescue the next time a lady leaves you tied to your headboard?"
Elijah rolled his eyes.
Inside the closet Elena stifled a giggle. Kol's next words had her yanking on a dark blue t-shirt.
"Where's the key?" Kol's eyes grew wide when his brother clammed up. "Elijah? Where is the key? I'd rather not have to run out for bolt cutters; mum will kill us both if we're late for Christmas brunch."
"That's not today…" Elijah trailed off when Kol nodded. "Shit…"
"Kol, what is the hold-up?" Nik's eyes grew round when he took in the scene. "So," he struggled not to laugh, "are those Rebekah's shoes by your door, or are hiding a girl in the closet?"
"Here's an idea," Elijah smiled, "why don't you two leave and I'll meet you at the house?"
"You want us to leave you handcuffed to the headboard?" Nik blinked.
"If you two would leave I wouldn't be."
"Awe," Kol snickered, "there's a girl in the closet."
"I would assume… her dress is still on the floor," Nik nodded to the green material.
"Naked girl in the closet," Kol shook.
"And she has the key," Nik laughed. He clapped his hand on his younger brother's shoulder and tugged him from the room. "Come on, Kol. Let's leave him be. Maybe he'll get off for good behaviour."
Elijah rolled his eyes and waited for them to close his apartment door.
"You can come out now," he chuckled when the door opened slowly. "Is that my shirt?"
"I was momentarily paranoid that Kol was going to open the closet," Elena peeked around the corner to make sure they were gone. "If I was going to be caught by your brothers I was at least going to be covered."
"And leaving me buck-naked on the bed was fine?" He rubbed his wrists when she unlocked the cuffs.
"Looks like you managed pretty well," she nodded to the pillow covering his cock. "Did I make you late for br-brunch?" Her eyes widened comically.
"What is it?" Elijah pushed her hair back behind her ear.
"I'm supposed to be at that brunch."
"Relax," he cupped her cheeks and forced her to meet his eyes. "We've still got two hours."
"Easy for you to say," she caught his wrists. "It's an hour drive, and you have a change of clothes."
"The dress you were wearing last night will be perfectly fine," Elijah pulled her to her feet and into the bathroom.
"The dress you're brother saw crumpled on your bedroom floor?" She tilted her head and stepped under the hot spray of the shower. "The dress Caroline and your sister saw me leave the house in last night?"
"Fair enough," he lathered shampoo into her wet hair. "If we hurry there should be just enough time to stop by your place."
She sighed when he rinsed the shampoo from her hair and kissed her shoulder. "Don't go starting something we have no time to finish."
She started rubbing the body wash over her skin while he washed his hair and laughed. "Maybe I just want to get you worked up enough that we need to sneak off during brunch."
"Elijah!"
Elena adjusted the silver belt over her crimson dress and checked her makeup in the mirror.
"You look fine, Elena," Elijah smiled. He took the turn off towards the mansion where his mother had volunteered the house for the Christmas brunch. He kind of missed when these events were held in the mayor's house; his presence had not been mandatory then. "How were you going to explain why we arrived together?"
"I texted Caroline and told her I got caught up at work last night and to go on without me," Elena narrowed her eyes when she saw the dark spot on her neck, "she texted back and said that Nik said you were driving yourself too."
"Ah," he nodded, "the conservation excuse."
"Tried and true," she grinned. "Why take two vehicles when you can carpool?"
Elijah laughed. He watched her apply a layer of foundation to her neck. "What are you doing?" He put the car in park as she slid the compact back in her purse.
"I was covering the hickey you left on my neck," she rolled her eyes. Before she could open her door he had circled around the car. "Can you see it? Are there anymore marks?"
"You look amazing," he closed her car door and offered his arm, "stop fretting. And there is one more, but I don't think anyone will be in a position to see your inner thighs."
She tucked her hand into the crook of his arm and followed him inside. "You know," she whispered and handed her coat off to an attendant, "if you hadn't distracted me in the shower, I might not have forgotten my underwear."
She felt his eyes burning a hole in her dress as she walked away.
"What kept you so late at work?" Caroline closed her eyes to savor the French toast.
"I had to get the chapter done for my editor," Elena sipped her coffee.
"I've said it before," Rebekah mumbled around a strawberry, "and I'll say it again: that guy is riding you way too hard."
"Honey," Elena mumbled, "you've no idea." From the corner of her eye she saw Elijah sputter on his coffee. Wordlessly she passed him a napkin.
"Alright, 'Lijah?" Kol leaned back in his chair. His eyes flickered from his brother to the twinkling eyes of the brunette beside him.
"Fine," he swallowed a mouthful of water. He could see his mother looking at him with concern from a table across the room. "Just went down the wrong pipe." He flexed his wrist when he put down the glass.
"Did you hurt your wrist?" Nik smirked when he saw the faint mark.
Elijah gave his brother a pointed look that said 'shut up or I'll send Caroline your embarrassing childhood pictures'. He adjusted his cuff and cleared his throat when the softest touch slid up his thigh.
Nik changed topics quickly. "How was the drive up? Elena didn't talk your ear off did she?"
"I'll have you know I'm a witty conversationalist, Nik," Elena's fingers ghosted over the hard ridge in Elijah's pants.
"It was a very pleasant drive," Elijah stilled her hand under the table.
"Elena?" His eyes darted from the road to her hand. "Fuck," he cursed when she squeezed him and unzipped his pants.
"Elijah," she breathed against his ear.
"I'm driving, Elena," he groaned when she pumped him slowly.
"Oh," she swiped her thumb over his tip, "I'm terribly sorry. I'll stop." She pulled her hands back into her lap.
His eyes dropped again to his cock. It stood at attention against his stomach. "You called me a tease?"
"I wouldn't want to cause an accident," Elena grinned. She twisted in her seat and gazed on his erection. "Now that I think of it though… you might be more distracted like this."
His laugh caught in his throat when she adjusted her belt and bent over the console. His grip on the steering wheel tightened when he was engulfed in the wet heat of her mouth.
He threaded his fingers through hers and squeezed her hand. He heard her breath catch when he lightly ran his thumb over her knuckles.
"Can you pass the syrup, Elijah?" Rebekah nodded to the white container in front of him.
"Sure," he released her hand.
"I'd say remind me to punish you later for that stunt, but I'm certain you'd forget."
Elena turned her head to meet his eyes. He had come up behind her in the threshold to the library where she had gone to retrieve her coat. "I never forget," she smirked. Subtly she brushed her ass against his semi-hard cock.
"Tease," he accused lightly. Glancing over his shoulder to make sure the coast was clear he ushered her inside and pulled the door shut.
"Am I getting my punishment now?" Elena peered around and found the library empty but for the racks of coats.
"There's not much time before people start showing up for their jackets," Elijah chuckled. "When I punish you I intend to take my sweet time."
"Better make it a quickie then," her eyes dropped to the hard ridge in his pants.
She leaned against a shelf of first editions and ran her finger up her thigh. The skirt of her dress rose and revealed a dark mark on her skin. She stifled her squeal when he pulled her around and bent her over the desk.
"You weren't kidding about the underwear," Elijah flipped her skirt up and kneaded the soft globes of her cheeks. He leaned down while unfastening his pants and breathed hotly against her ear. "Do you get off on teasing me Elena? You've gotten juices all over your thighs."
She shivered in anticipation and pushed back against him. "I'd like to get them all over your cock," she moaned. His bare cock rubbed against her opening. "Hurry up before someone comes."
He patted his pocket and groaned.
"What's the hold up?" She propped herself on her elbows and looked over her shoulder.
"I don't have a condom," he sighed.
"Is that all?" Elena shook her head. "I'm clean and I'm on birth control. I'm assuming you are too otherwise we are about to have a very big fight." Her eyes narrowed slightly.
"I'm clean Elena," he kissed her cheek softly.
"Well in that case…" she grinned and wiggled her bum against him, "… get on with it. I need you inside me right now."
"You sure?" He spun her around and sat her on the edge of the desk.
Elena nodded once and gasped when he buried himself in one hard thrust.
Elijah stilled for a moment and relished the feeling of being surrounded by her tight wet walls. He trailed soft kisses over her cheek and down her neck when he started to move slowly.
"Elijah," she wrapped her arms around his back and moaned, "while I am thoroughly… oh… enjoying this… mmm… there is a pressing… oh fuck… t-time constraint." She chewed her lip and met his eyes. Arching her neck caused her nose to brush over his.
"Right," he nodded. Elijah pushed her to lie back on the desk and hooked her knees over his elbows.
Elena lifted her skirt higher around her waist and squeezed her walls as his hips began to snap against hers. She bit down on her lip and closed her eyes when he lifted her legs over his shoulders. The slight shift in angle meant he hit her g-spot with each swift thrust. Tendrils of fire spread out from her abdomen as the coil snapped and she reached her peak.
Opening her eyes she saw his jaw clench. The muscles in his neck tightened as he approached his own release. She gasped and quivered when he grunted and spilled inside her. She felt fluid leaking from her pussy when he withdrew.
He lowered her legs from his shoulders and pulled her from the desk after refastening his trousers. Her breath fanned over his chin when she stood in front of him and held his arms until she was steady enough to stand on her own. The skirt of her dress fell around her knees when his hands settled on her waist.
Elena closed her eyes and sighed when he backed away. The soft click of the door told her why he had moved to the other side of the room, but that did very little to quail her disappointment. She knew she had been right about her one rule, but in that moment she had wanted to feel his mouth on hers. That desire had been getting stronger over the past month; especially when he would hold her and hover over her mouth.
She didn't think much of it; it was just a physiological response before, during and after sex. His arms wrapped around her after the act usually helped to stifle that desire; sometimes she thought he wanted to kiss her too. She never would have thought of Elijah as a cuddler, but she loved those moments when he would hold her; almost as much as the act itself.
She would usually instigate another round or leave before she could put too much thought behind it.
Elijah paused under the threshold in the entry way and searched his pockets for his keys. He glanced up when he heard his brothers snickering after Elena stepped up with him and told him they were in the left inside pocket.
"What's so funny?" Elijah extracted the keys to his Mercedes.
Elena regarded his younger brothers warily. It was never a good thing when they were both in a good mood; typically they acted as foils to each other.
"Nothing," Kol shook his head, "you're just standing under mistletoe."
"I didn't notice that," Caroline pulled her hair from under her collar. She turned to her boyfriend. "Is that why you stopped me over there?"
"It's tradition love," Nik grinned and kissed her cheek. "I had to kiss you… and now Elijah's got to kiss Elena."
Elena felt her mouth go dry when she tipped her head back and spotted the white berries over her head. "Doesn't your mother usually put that in the ballroom?"
"Typically," he cleared his throat.
"Well come on, 'Lijah," Kol crowed, "kiss her."
"What's going on?" Rebekah took her coat from Marcel. She followed her brother's finger to the couple in the threshold.
"Kiss her," Nik joined in Kol's childish chanting.
The younger Mikaelson's made noises of dissent when Elijah bent and pecked Elena's mouth.
"That was not a kiss," Caroline shook her head. "Really Elijah…"
"If that's how you kiss no wonder you don't have a girlfriend," Rebekah laughed.
Elena's laugh died in her throat when he cupped her cheek.
Apple; it was her rule, but she made no move to stop him.
The room with his siblings and her friends faded away when his lips brushed softly over hers. Her eyes fluttered shut when she grasped the back of his neck. His tongue swept into her mouth to deepen the kiss so she was left weak in the knees. There was definitely something concealed in the gentle slant of his lips. And, damn if he didn't know how to kiss.
She exhaled and blinked when he broke contact. A slight blush stained her cheeks when she cleared her throat and turned towards the door.
"Now that was a kiss," Kol conceded. "Alright you can leave the threshold now."
Elena nodded and swallowed before following Rebekah to her car.
Elijah started the car and watched her climb into his sister's vehicle. He tipped his head back against the seat and closed his eyes.
"Fuck," he could still feel her lips on his. He banged his head against the head rest and cursed again.
Fuck, Elena turned her attention to the window. She chuckled good naturedly at Rebekah's ribbing.
"How was it?" Rebekah snuck a glance at Elena in the rear mirror.
"You really want to know about your brother?" Elena covered her tingling lips. "Would you like Caroline and I to compare notes? Nik vs. Elijah?"
"Momentarily forgot that was my brother," Rebekah shuddered. "Never tell me anything… in fact let's just forget the fact that you essentially made out with my brother."
"I'll get right on that," Elena murmured.
"You want to know what I do with your brother?" Caroline snickered.
Rebekah glared from the corner of her eyes. "There are enough people going back to the city, Care. I'm not afraid to kick you out of the car."
"I'll shut up," Caroline swore. "This is a girls drive, so let's talk about girly things. Like the guy Elena's been sleeping with. How's that going? Have you realized you're not a casual type of girl yet?"
"I'm quite content the way I am," Elena focused on her hands.
"Are you going to tell us more about the best you've ever had?" Rebekah took the ramp onto the highway.
"I don't think so," Elena shook her head. "And now I'm going to change the topic. Rebekah, how's your spring design coming?"
"Awesome," Rebekah grinned, "I designed a dress I think will look great on you. I'll show it to you later."
I thought over Rebekah's boyfriend and I finally decided on Marcel because I might have a plan for Stefan later. It'll be him or Nat, but I wanted to leave the possibility open.
I've got several scenarios in my head for how this story could go.
