Warning: This chapter caused me to change the rating to M.

Breaking the Boundaries Chapter 7

I came downstairs in my bikini, a towel over one arm headed for some sun in the backyard. I could hear Jeremy and Ric laughing in his room and felt happy for the first time in a long time. Jeremy needs someone who can make him laugh. Teach him things. He needs a man to look up to. Maybe that is where he went wrong after our parent's died. The drugs, the attitude, he definitely wasn't ready to stand up as man of the house, even when Jenna and I needed him to.

As I laid out on my towel in the sun, I realised that I could do this. Take pleasure in life's simplicities. I don't have a book to read to music to listen to, but I can feel the sun on my skin and hear the noises of nature. Birds, crickets, frogs, the wind in the grass. For the first time in what felt like forever I felt truly relaxed.

Laying there, I had forgotten all about my seduce Ric plan. I had forgotten about everything for a moment, to tell the truth.

"Mind if I join you?"

I squinted against the sun to see Ric standing there holding a towel and wearing a pair of shorts. Apparently my plans only work when I stop trying so hard.

"Sure"

He laid his towel down right next to mine. After a few minutes I could sense him also relaxing and getting into that same head space I was currently occupying. This was how it should be. No current life or death situation. No one trying to kill me.

I stretched lazily and accidentally grazed him with my hand. Rather than pull back immediately, he gently took my hand in his. We laid there together for a long time. I stopped my mind from going into analytical overdrive and just let myself relax, just feel and enjoy the sun and his hand in mine.

A cloud went over the sun, giving a sudden chill to my still hot skin.

In that moment I knew. This was my chance, my make or break moment.

I rolled over towards Ric, and leaned over his body. His eyes were still closed, as though if he didn't open them, the sun might come back and this moment could continue indefinitely.

Just do it, I told myself. The phrase 'served on a silver platter' came to mind. I was never going to get a better opportunity.

I pushed his hair up off his forehead and framed his face with both hands. He opened his eyes and looked at me startled. There was a flash of panic across his face for a few seconds before it faded into a warm and happy smile. He had obviously accepted whatever was about to happen.

I leaned forward, my face only inches from his as I looked him straight in the eyes. I couldn't see any signs of resistance, of struggle, but I still couldn't bring myself to close that gap. There was no going back from this. No excuses to be made. Neither of us had been drinking. There was no sudden attack, it was like gravity was pulling us together, but giving us both plenty of chances to back out.

Just as I had decided to give up, that I was stupid for even starting this, he lifted his head and kissed me.

It was electric. I could feel him let go of all the reasons that he couldn't, shouldn't do this and let himself enjoy the experience.

His lips were soft at first, gentle, loving. As I responded he kissed me deeper. His tongue crossed from his mouth to mine, drinking me in, going as far as it could.

It obviously wasn't enough for him. He flipped me over so his body was over mine and I got the feeling that he was a man that was used to being in charge. He held his weight off me with his arms and I felt completely enclosed. He was protecting me from the world with his body, while his mouth claimed me as his. Boy, the man could kiss.

He shifted his weight to one side and supported himself on one forearm as he let his other hand gently trail down my body. He gently caressed the skin of my waist before moving back up towards the underside of my breast. When his hand closed over the skimpy bikini top I moaned into his mouth and bucked my hips into his.

As they touched, I felt his hardness brush against me and I realised that this was heading in a direction that was not entirely appropriate for the backyard.

"Ric, stop." He looked down at me, confused, with lust in his eyes. He had truly let himself go and now colour started to rise in his cheeks.

"Oh my god Elena. I'm so sorry. I don't know what came over me. This is so inappropriate" he apologised.

"Don't apologise to me Ric, I started this. I wanted this. I still want this." He looked at my face in more confusion. "But then why did you tell me to stop?" he questioned.

"Because we were getting very close to the point of no return and I would feel very uncomfortable crossing that line, right here, where anyone could see" I explained.

He looked around in understanding, as if suddenly realising where we were. In a surprising and unprecedented move he stood quickly and pulled me to my feet. Once upright, he swept me into a bridal hold and started towards the house, leaving the towels behind.

"Where are you taking me?" I giggled.

" I'll give you two guesses, but you'll probably only need one" he answered with a wink.

When we reached the bedroom, I expected him to put me down gently on the bed. Apparently though, his patience had reached its limit. He literally threw me onto the bed, from halfway across the room. I was about to whine indignantly of the rough treatment when he pounced on top of me again.

Any protest I was about to voice was swallowed by his mouth as he devoured mine. Any and all trace of soft, gentle, loving Ric was gone and replaced by this new man lying over me. Surprised though I was, I'm not complaining. This man was fueled by passion and fire. His kisses were electric. He peppered them over my face before moving down my neck and across my shoulders.

He turned rough again, kisses replaced by hungry bites to be laved over by his tongue. I had never experienced anything like this before, yet all we had done so far is make out. Stefan was always too gentle, loving me with respect and honour. But he never had this kind of passion and he definitely had never bitten me like this.

I was so consumed in him that I didn't realise he had removed my bikini top until I felt his hot, wet mouth close over a nipple. Arching my back up into him, feeling him against me, I was on fire. I'm not sure whether I'm spiralling up into ecstasy or down into hell, but I've decided that I just don't care.

I ran my hands under his chest, grabbing a handful of hair to pull him back up to my mouth.

He tilted his head back to look at me, surprised by the rough intervention. "You know, you're not the only one who can play dirty" I simpered at him.

With admittedly a huge effort on my part, I rolled us over so that I was sitting on top of his stomach, looking down at him.

He smirked up at me. "Well you've got me here. Now what are you going to do with me?" He had a lecherous grin on his face and I realised I was sitting on him wearing only a pair of bikini bottoms, bare breasted. And I didn't care. However I did care that he still seemed to be winning.

I scooched back until I could feel his erection brushing against my ass. He took in a sharp breath and I could feel my control of the situation returning. Looking him straight in the eye, I began rocking against it and caressing my own breasts with both hands. He made to get up to reach for me, but I put one hand in the middle of his chest and pushed him down again.

"Now, now tiger. Just relax and enjoy the show."

"Elena, if you don't stop that now, there is not going to be a show."

I looked down at his pained expression and thought that there was a possibility that he was right. He obviously had much more stamina than a teenager, but I might still have been pushing a little too far.

I lay down across him, now carefully avoiding the bulge in his shorts and sucked one of his nipples into my mouth. His hands splayed out across my back and worked their way down to my ass. As he cupped my ass with both hands I realised my mistake. He had total control of the weight of my body and used it to flip me over once more.

"Elena, you should just give up now. You're not going to win this round" he chuckled.

I poked my tongue out at him childishly. But all thoughts of trying to dominate, winning or losing left my mind as I felt him push himself against my centre.

I literally felt him snap.

He lost all control. His kisses tore over my upper body, sucking and biting at my chest and breasts. One hand was placed over my belly holding me in place while the other tore off the other half of my swimsuit. I have no idea if they are even still in one piece.

While I was writhing on the bed, he stilled and looked down at me, asking if I was still sure. If I still wanted this. I nodded in confirmation, hoping that that was what he wanted. All I knew was that I didn't want him to stop and he had.

Without any more warning, he plunged a finger into me, going deep, unrelenting. I bucked up into his finger encouraging him to keep going. He added another finger and licked up my belly to again encircle my breast with his mouth.

I could feel myself falling, so close to that elusive edge. I wanted it badly, but I really wanted to jump together.

"Wait Ric, stop."

I stood up and pulled him up quickly. I was standing there completely naked and I wanted him to be the same. Without waiting any longer I ripped his shorts open and pulled them down.

He was a beautiful specimen of humanity. Unlike Stefan and Damon who were fountains of eternal youth he was muscled and had enough hair on his body to be accepted as a man by any standard. He was rugged and masculine and everything I wanted right now.

I reached for him and he let me, closing his eyes against my touch. He was breathing heavier and heavier as he opened half lidded eyes at me. He was fully erect in my hand and beginning to leak. I smoothed a thumb over the head, spreading the liquid.

With a hitch in his breath, he removed my hand and placed me back on the bed. Looming over me, now fully naked, he asked one last time "Are you sure?"

I nodded. Of course I was sure. I just took off his pants didn't I?

He guided himself in slowly and gently, completely out of character against the last hour or so.

Once he was in completely, he paused and kissed me gently on the lips. "I think I might love you, Elena Gilbert."

Then he started moving. He was not soft or gentle anymore. It was hard and fast and rough and I wanted to scream out loud. There was so much pleasure, combined with quite a bit of pain too. It was like he knew how to hold me over the edge so I wouldn't come until he was ready, but built the anticipation up exponentially on the ride.

I clawed at his back, not quite hard enough to draw blood, but he definitely felt it. I could feel his muscles moving frantically under my hands and feel him pulsing deep inside of me.

I wanted to hold on to this forever but I wanted to let go so badly at the same time.

He reached down between us and rubbed furiously at the little magic button.

I couldn't help it, I screamed as I came, clawing and scratching at him as he kept pumping into me. Only a few seconds later he followed.

We both lay there, out of breath and panting for a good few minutes before we could say anything.

Ric looked over at me in all seriousness and said "Sooo, how's that weather?" He raised both eyebrows at me and smirked. I let out a little giggle.

What a goofball. I had to give it to him, perfect icebreaker.

I just hoped Jeremy wasn't home. Wouldn't want him to have heard anything inappropriate.