Disclaimer: Obviously, I don't own Vampire Diaries. It would have a much higher rating and we'd get to see Damon's jeans come off if I did! ;p
Warning: This chapter contains lemon meringue; hot from the oven with lots of steam )
Chapter 5: Complications
Jeremy can't help but feel guilty as he watches Stefan take off out the window again, eyes blazing with fury. He hadn't meant to break his promise to Elena, but really it was her own fault. She could have explained to him just what had happened last night.
She didn't have any right to just take off like that, without even caring what he thought; and with Damon of all people. Sure, Jeremy had accepted that Damon had a dark side and was slightly sadistic; hell, he'd killed him without even a thought to the consequences. But as much as he knew it would disappoint his father were he still alive, Jeremy had a grudging respect for Damon.
That was, until he went ahead and seduced his sister.
He didn't know what pissed him off more; the fact that Elena was using Damon to get revenge on Stefan, and thus reverting to her old destructive patterns of behavior, or the fact that she didn't even think it was worth telling him where she was going, or when she'd be coming back.
For all he knew, Damon could turn her and he'd never see either of them again.
Jeremy pauses in his silent rant.
No, Damon wouldn't do that. He'd seen the looks pass between him and Elena too many times to count; there was something else going on between the two of them.
He just wished that Elena would talk to him!
He'd been trying to reach her all of last night after she cut their call short, but she was ignoring her phone. He'd debated calling Damon, but since his sister wasn't really in any real danger he'd stopped himself. He wasn't sure why, but something had told him to wait, to let Elena sort things out like she'd said she needed to.
He'd given her that time, but she wasn't home yet and he was starting to wonder where the hell they'd gone. If she didn't come home soon, he would have to tell Aunt Jenna where she was and Jeremy did not want to do that.
Jenna knew every trick in the book when it came to lying for people; hell, she'd probably written the book. She'd know in an instant that Elena wasn't at Bonnie's or Caroline's or even Stefan's for that matter, and he'd be forced to come clean.
As if she could read his mind, Jenna pops her head through his bedroom door. Her hair is up in a messy bun and she's wearing a generous amount of lip gloss and had spritzed on a floral perfume that smells only slightly different from the one she usually wears.
"Hey, did Stefan just leave?" she asks curiously.
"What makes you think he was here?" Jeremy feigns innocence.
Jenna rolls her eyes. "Please, I invented the whole sneaking around thing. Anyway, I just told Elena to be a little more discreet if she's going to be sneaking him in at night, but I thought I should tell you too, just to be on the safe side…parental responsibility and all that…"
"Anna left town, remember?" he says, trying to sound casual even though it still hurts like hell inside. He'll never forgive his uncle for murdering his girlfriend.
"I know," Jenna says, looking down as if embarrassed. "But, you know, it's a new year and there could be other…so, yeah, try to be discreet this time? And I promise to do the same with Ric, deal?"
Jeremy is about to nod his head in understanding, but he stops halfway through, confused."Wait, you spoke to Elena?" he asks, suddenly on alert.
"Well, yeah. I talked to her after I saw Stefan sneaking out her window. He must have been afraid I'd caught him because he ran away faster than I could blink. It was weird."
She shakes her head slightly, as if she's sure she'd imagined it. Jeremy has more important things to be concerned about at this moment, however.
"So you spoke to her? She called you?" Jeremy presses her.
"Why would she have to call me?" Jenna asks, puzzled. "I just saw her not even five minutes ago…"
The doorbell suddenly rings and Jenna turns her head quickly in alarm.
"Crap, that's Ric! Sorry, Jer, I've gotta go!" She practically bolts down the hall and down the stairs, and then she and Ric are heading out to his car.
Jeremy tries to remain calm. Maybe Elena's back after all. Maybe she'd gotten in just after Stefan had left.
But then why hadn't he heard her come in?
Unless…shit.
He grabs his cell phone off the desk and searches his contact list for Damon's number.
It's as he's about to hit "SEND" that he hears the footsteps behind him.
He spins around quickly, practically jumping out of his skin when he sees his sister's face smiling sweetly back at him.
"Hello, Jeremy!" she says a little too cheerfully.
Jeremy narrows his eyes. "Katherine," he growls.
Katherine's smile suddenly turns to a cruel, amused smirk.
"What gave it away? Was it the hair? I'll admit mine's a lot more stylish, don't you think?" she shakes out her head of long dark curls as if she's a model in a shampoo commercial, laughing.
He watches her warily.
Katherine moves around the room as if she owns it, picking up random items off Jeremy's desk and dresser, examining them with feigned interest before setting them down. She isn't even paying him the slightest attention, and it annoys him.
Jeremy crosses his arms across his chest, trying to look intimidating.
"What the hell are you doing here?" he growls.
Katherine turned to wag a finger at him, making a little scolding sound with her tongue.
"Careful, Jeremy, that tongue of yours is going to get you into a lot of trouble someday."
"I'm not afraid of you," he says stiffly, eyes glaring.
Katherine smirks. "Really?" she says, amused.
She spots the stake lying by his nightstand and picks it up, fingering it in her slender hands.
"Did you make this all by yourself?" she asks, sounding like a condescending adult speaking to a small child.
"I figured it would come in handy," he replies, his tone threatening.
"Not bad," she comments, still twirling it in her hands.
"I must say, I'm actually impressed. Although…" she suddenly snaps the wood in two pieces and flings them across the room.
In an instant she has Jeremy pinned to the wall, her eyes menacing.
"You Gilbert men just don't seem to know when to quit do you?" she growls.
Jeremy glares back defiantly. "I guess not," he replies, a glint in his eyes that seems familiar to her. She laughs cruelly.
"Well look at you," she mocks. "Gotten pretty cocky since Uncle John gave you that."
She looks down at the hand pinned to his side pointedly. "How is Uncle John, anyway? Did they manage to sew his fingers back on?"
Jeremy lets out a strangled sound. Katherine's hand is pressing a little too hard on his windpipe for him to do anything more.
Katherine rolls her eyes and releases him, taking a few steps back.
"I'm sorry, what was that?" she holds a hand up to her ear, eyes mocking.
"Go to hell," Jeremy growls.
He expects her to pin him to the wall again, and for a second she has a murderous glint in her eyes, but then it's gone. It takes Jeremy a second to realize Katherine is pouting.
"I really didn't come to fight you," she says.
"What did you come for?" Jeremy asks, crossing his arms again.
Katherine smiles her sweet smile again.
"Actually, I came to talk to Elena. Is she home?" She laughs at her own little joke. "Oh, that's right, she left town last night didn't she?"
"You're fishing, Katherine," Jeremy says, a bored expression on his face.
Katherine still has that sweet smile on her face, but her eyes are cold.
"I wouldn't say that. I know she's gone, and obviously Stefan isn't with her. What I want to know is why he's not with her."
Jeremy lifts his chin defiantly. "You told them to break up, remember?"
Katherine shakes her head and begins pacing the room again.
"See, I don't think that's it," she says. "I mean since when do those two ever listen to me? No, I think there's something else going on here, and you're gonna tell me what it is."
Jeremy eyes her warily. "Why do you even care?" he asks.
Katherine shrugs, examining her nails. "I don't, really. I just hate being out of the loop," she says petulantly.
"It's none of your business," Jeremy growls.
Katherine turns on him again, pinning him back against the wall so that his head slams against it painfully. He refuses to acknowledge the pain; he won't give her the satisfaction.
"Everything is my business," she hisses at him, her vampire face emerging "And now I'm tired of playing around!"
"Go ahead," Jeremy challenges. "I dare you." He tilts his head, baring his neck to her.
Her eyes narrow to tiny slits, almost cat-like.
"Been sipping vervain, have you?"
Her hand suddenly grasps his, pinning it to the wall as she pulls the ring off his finger.
"I can always just snap your neck," she taunts, holding his ring up.
A triumphant smile spreads across her lips as the fear suddenly washes over him.
"Now, that's better," she purrs. "Tell me what I want to know and maybe I'll let you live…"
It's just a little after ten in the morning when Elena finally opens her eyes again.
The sun is streaming through the window, giving the room a nice warm glow. She hadn't really given much thought to her surroundings last night or earlier this morning for that matter.
Her thoughts had been elsewhere.
Now, however, she takes in the breathtaking sight before her. The room is slightly more modern than the hotel's lobby, though still has a touch of the historical theme in the décor.
The walls are wallpapered halfway up in a vertical gold and green floral pattern before meeting with the white crown molding that hits a quarter of the way down from the ceiling.
The rest of the wall is painted in a light cream and the archway leading to the bathroom, which rises a few inches above the molding, gives the illusion of high ceilings.
The bathroom is connected to the bedroom by a small hallway/walk in closet.
To the right, facing the bed is a full length antique mirror and rocking chair.
Off to the corner near the window is a round work table surrounded by two simple wooden chairs upholstered in cream and pale green stripes.
The carpet reminds Elena more of a gigantic ornate rug; it was a light forest green with a small rectangular border of red-pink flowers and framed by another border of larger red flowers against the rich green backdrop.
The bed, which had been the only thing she had noticed last night, has a high headboard done in the same dark wood as the rest of the furniture. The sheets and pillows are a crisp white, and almost silky to the touch.
Elena can't help but appreciate the thought that Damon had clearly put into his decision to take her here. She now understands why he hadn't taken advantage of the situation last night.
He hadn't wanted to seduce her; he'd wanted to romance her.
Even when they'd given in to their passion this morning, Damon had been tender with her, or as tender as he could be without losing that passion, anyway.
She shivers in remembrance of the pleasure she'd felt, the events of the last few hours playing over in her head like a scene in an erotic movie.
Damon kissing her, touching her with those expert hands, filling her so completely, and taking her to heights she'd never thought possible.
She rolls over to her other side and notices her reflection in the antique floor length mirror. Her hair is a tangled mess and her lips are swollen from the heated kisses they had shared last night and this morning.
She can't help it, the expression "well fucked" instantly pops into her head and she can't hide the grin on her face.
Well-fucked describes her completely. Her muscles are even a little tender, probably due to her tensing them up so much. She doesn't care, it had been worth it.
The sound of running water suddenly catches her attention. Damon's in the shower.
She feels the familiar ache flare up between her legs as she pictures naked skin glistening with moisture and a naughty grin spreads across her lips.
Ignoring her protesting muscles, she flings the covers back and slides off the bed. The door is open a tiny crack as she tiptoes toward the bathroom, hoping he isn't listening too intently so she can catch him by surprise.
Truthfully, she wants to watch him, maybe get a bit of a free show, before he inevitably figures out she's there.
He doesn't disappoint.
The air is thick with hot steam from the shower, warming Elena's skin immediately as she steps into the bathroom and it's almost impossible to see anything.
She thinks she can see a large bath tub in the corner near the toilet and vanity, however the only thing of interest to her at the moment is the walk-in shower big enough for three people.
Damon's eyes are closed, so either he hadn't heard her come in or he's pretending not to notice.
Whatever the case, Elena doesn't care at that moment. It allows her to take a few moments to appreciate the tantalizing view just behind the steamed up glass.
His soaking wet hair is slicked back, with a few strands sticking to his face in all the right places.
The beads of water glisten and glide over the sinewy muscles of his back and arms.
Elena is practically salivating as she imagines her tongue and lips against that hard, wet chest.
She watches Damon as he reaches for the shampoo bottle and squeezes a small amount into his palms. He massages his scalp and run his fingers through his thick dark hair; his eyes closed almost in meditation as he leans back into the shower's stream.
He reaches for the ivory bar of soap next and she watches him glide it over his skin; watches the soapy, sudsy trail form across his chest and those rippling washboard abs.
Beads of water drip down his torso, gliding slowly down his treasure trail to the dark V at the apex of his thighs.
She suddenly envisions herself on her knees before him, lapping at the beads of moisture; drinking him in.
Elena is almost surprised at her lascivious thoughts; it had never been that way when she'd been with Stefan. He had inspired romantic fantasies with candlelight and soft music.
Damon has awakened a wild, passionate fire within her; one that can no longer be denied.
She continues to watch him, eyes raking over his body as her imagination goes wild with images of him slamming into her, pressing her against the glass.
These are not the gentle fantasies she'd once convinced herself she wanted, these ones are primal, raw, and thrill her in a way that makes her lower body throb in anticipation of the delicious things to come.
Damon had been wondering whether or not Elena would work up the nerve to even enter the bathroom while he showered ever since he'd heard her get up.
When her light footsteps came closer to the door, then stopped, he'd wondered if she was hesitant to join him and had almost turned around to invite her in.
Then the sweet scent of her arousal perfumed the air even as she stood there, staring at him. He'd felt her eyes watching him, her heart rate speeding up, her breaths becoming shallow pants, and he knew she wasn't hesitating at all.
She was simply taking in the view, and probably hoping he was too pre-occupied to notice her presence.
An amused smirk crosses Damon's handsome face. If sweet, innocent Elena wanted to play the voyeur he might as well give her a show.
Elena watches as Damon's hands slowly slide down over his stomach and nearly sinks to her knees as he takes hold of his rigid shaft and begins to slowly and lightly glide his palm up and down the length.
She can feel her body reacting to the erotic sight before her and catches the slight smirk on his face despite the steam that's beginning to blur the vision of him in the glass.
Damn him, he knew she was watching him and now he's deliberately teasing her… and she's enjoying every second of the show he's putting on for her.
If the sudden shallowness of her breath wasn't an indication, the dampness between her thighs certainly is. She's so tempted to open the door, slip into the shower, and bathe every inch of him with her tongue, but something holds her back.
She doesn't want to give in just yet…she wants to make him work for it.
After all, he still has that arrogant smirk on his face, thinking that he has her right where he wants her! She can't let him think he's won so easily.
Besides, she's enjoying the view too much to give in to temptation just yet.
The air heats up around her as Damon continues to lather himself up with the bar of soap, one hand still gliding slowly up and down his velvety shaft.
His head is thrown back with the water spraying over him and trickling down his chest and shoulders and slowly rinsing the soap from his skin.
As the water continues to pour over him, he suddenly moves his hand away from his massive length and squeezes a small bottle of body wash into his palms. Elena unconsciously licks her lips as he rubs his hands together, working the soap into a lather before once again gripping his rigid flesh and resuming his earlier motions.
She can feel the throbbing ache begin to build between her thighs as Damon continues to stroke himself, gripping a little tighter each time. She tries to stifle a moan as his right hand slides down his abs to join the left.
As he pumps his rigid flesh up and down, his right hand suddenly grips the head, massaging it first with his entire palm, then with just his thumb.
Her fingers itch to touch him and she physically aches to have him buried deep inside her pulsing center.
Elena wonders how long Damon plans to tease her.
She has made it quite clear, after all, that she isn't going to simply jump him in the shower and that he'll have to ask her to join him. But with the way he keeps kneading and massaging his cock and pretending she isn't there, Elena's tempted to simply abandon the game they'd started and beg him to fuck her right there and then.
She catches Damon stealing quick glances over at her, the smirk still on his lips as he continues to pleasure himself.
Perhaps it's time to give him a taste of his own medicine. Elena begins to sensually run her fingertips over her collar bone, trailing them down toward her breasts.
Damon pauses in his movements as she slowly circles a hardened nipple and gently pinches it, closing her eyes and letting out a low satisfied moan.
It's all he can do to control himself as he watches her hands gliding over her soft skin.
Fuck, she's obviously caught on to him and is now trying to beat him at his own game.
Well if she wants to play…
Damon grips his cock tighter and moans low in his throat.
"Elena…"
He hears her small gasp. That definitely got her attention.
He increases the pressure and speed of his strokes, throwing his head back in ecstasy, knowing she's watching him and getting more aroused by the second.
"Fuck, just like that, Elena. Don't stop," he moans, knowing he's getting to her.
Elena tries once again to distract him, sliding her fingers downward.
"Damon," she whimpers as a hand slips between her legs, stroking softly.
Unfortunately she can't concentrate because Damon keeps moaning her name.
While it's seriously turning her on, she can't focus on the task at hand when all she wants is to touch him and have his hands on her…and in her.
Elena tries again, spreading her legs apart and dipping her fingers between the wet folds.
"Fuck, Damon," she cries, licking her lips and arching her back slightly.
"Elena, fuck…yeah…come for me," he practically growls as he works himself to the brink.
It's obvious that she isn't about to win this round.
Damon's erotic moans are seriously getting to her and touching herself hasn't exactly helped. Her legs are trembling as she steps toward the shower and she can hardly get her shaking hand to close around the handle of the glass door.
Hot steam and the spicy scent of Damon's body wash envelop her as she finally pulls the door open.
Damon turns to face her fully; his eyes are glazed over with passion as they hungrily rake over her body, a triumphant smirk on his lips.
"Got you now," he says with a predatory but playful glint in his eyes.
Elena licks her lips, eyes full of challenge as she purrs, "Now what are you gonna do with me?"
Damon lets out an animalistic growl in response, wrapping a strong, muscular arm around her waist and pulling her further into the large shower.
Elena's hands immediately snake up his back to tangle in his dark hair as Damon's lips crash upon hers. They both moan into the kiss; tongues tangling, lips devouring.
Her legs begin to give out just as Damon turns her around so that her back is facing the spray from the shower head. She really hadn't expected a verbal response, though a thrill of pure pleasure goes through her as he pulls back to look into her eyes.
"I'm going to devour every inch of your skin," he growls close to her ear.
She closes her eyes, shivering with the desire his words evoke in her.
As the warm water cascades down her back and shoulders, Damon lowers his head to her neck and collar bone.
She lets out a low moan. There is just something about having his mouth on that spot that spikes her arousal like nothing else. Perhaps it's because she knows she's vulnerable and that if he chose, he could sink his teeth into her flesh and feed from her at any time.
A part of her wonders what it would be like to share that part of herself; to truly be claimed by him.
With Stefan, it had hurt, but she'd heard from Caroline after she'd turned that Damon's bites had always been quite pleasurable.
She gives up thinking as, with long delicious laps of his tongue, Damon licks the beads of moisture trickling down her chest. He pulls away again, eyes as dark as sapphires.
"I love the way your skin tastes," he rasps.
One hand slides up from her waist and cups her breast. Elena gasps and writhes against him as he expertly teases her nipple, rolling it between his fingers.
"You like that?" he smirks knowingly.
Elena can only whimper in response so Damon continues.
"I know you do, I can tell. I can smell it, Elena," he whispers close to her ear again.
"Damon," she moans as he dips his head down once more; his lips and tongue trace over her collar bone and down to the soft rises of her breasts.
"I love it when you moan my name like that," he says huskily, his blunt human teeth grazing her skin.
He can hear her heart beating erratically in her chest; can practically feel her blood pumping beneath her skin.
"I love every little sound you make, Elena. I love that I can make you scream."
He suddenly tugs her nipple into his mouth and Elena does just that, letting out a cry of pleasure and gripping his hair tightly in her fists as she holds his head to her breast.
"Fuuuuuck!" she cries again, arching her back and grinding her hips against his as she feels the light nibble of his teeth followed by the soothing laps of his tongue.
Damon presses her against the glass tile wall, using his hips to hold her in place as he moves to her other breast, teasing it the same way he did the first. The hand at her breast slips down, gliding over her stomach to her nest of dark curls.
"Fuck, you're so wet," he moans against her skin as he strokes between her sensitive folds.
"I could slide into you right now," he growls, thrusting his hips hard against her as if to prove a point.
Elena moans in response, bucking her hips against him in invitation.
Damon smirks. "You want me to fuck you, don't you?" he asks roughly as he finds her clit and begins to slowly rub it in a circular motion, his touch light enough to keep her at the edge but not push her over it.
She nods her head, biting her lip to keep from screaming.
Damon lifts his head to meet her eyes and suddenly pulls his hand away from her.
She whines softly at the loss of stimulation.
"Say it," he growls, "or I'll stop."
"I want you to fuck me," Elena responds, barely above a whisper.
"Louder," he growls, pinching her nipple.
"Fuck me, Damon!" she cries out.
Damon smiles predatorily at her.
"Better," he says. "But I think I'd rather hear you scream my name a few more times first. I'm not finished tasting you just yet."
His hands splay at her hips to hold her down as he sinks to his knees and parts her thighs, teasing the sensitive skin just above where she needs him the most.
She groans, attempting to angle her hips to get his tongue where she wants it, but he pulls away again.
He looks up at her, grinning wickedly. "Beg for it," he demands.
"Damon," she pleads, parting her thighs further and tilting her hips to give him better access.
He slides his hands to the insides of her thighs, rubbing his thumbs over the sensitive skin in light circles.
"Tell me, Elena," he growls. "Tell me how bad you want it."
"Bad," she whimpers. "I want it bad, Damon, please."
His fingers inched closer, sliding over her wet flesh to tease her.
She jerks her hips at the light touch on her clit.
"I'm gonna make you scream, Elena."
His fingers dip in between her folds, parting them slightly.
"I'm not going to stop until I do."
One finger moves up to rub against her clit again, causing her to cry out and nearly slam her head back against the tiles.
"Nobody else has ever made you scream like I can, have they?" he asks her, already knowing the answer.
"Fuck…" Elena moans in response.
Damon suddenly pinches her thigh with his free hand, causing her to yelp in surprise. It doesn't hurt, but it's enough to shock her back into awareness.
"That wasn't an answer," he growls. "Did he ever make you scream like this?" he asks again, pressing against her sensitive nub a little harder.
"No," she admits.
Damon smirks arrogantly.
"I know," he says, circling her clit again with an even pressure.
"I listened to you sometimes, and you never made half the sounds I can pull from your throat."
As if to prove a point, he presses his fingers against her in just the right spot and she lets out a little mewl of pleasure.
"I would lie on my bed, stroking my cock, and listen to those soft little sighs. It would frustrate me because I knew I could do you so much better than he ever could. I was right, wasn't I?"
"Yes," Elena whines, her legs about to give out from the pleasure he's giving her.
Only Damon's strength holds her upright against the wall as his tongue laps at the moisture on the insides of her thighs.
"Did he ever do this to you, Elena?" he asks before taking one long lick between her folds, pulling away just as he brushes over that tight little bundle of nerves now pulsing with arousal.
"Never," she admits breathlessly.
Damon smiles against her skin.
"That was your first time earlier, wasn't it?" he asks.
He licks softly around her sensitive nub, letting the anticipation fan the flames of her arousal.
He feels her thighs trembling and slides his hands down her legs, lifting them to hook around his shoulders.
"Yes," she cries, bucking her hips toward his mouth again. She can actually feel the arrogant smirk on his lips. "Please," she whines.
"Please, what, Elena?" he taunts her, wanting to hear her say the words.
He's never been so turned on; just hearing her begging him to fuck her earlier had almost made him come right then.
He'd had no choice but to slow down; afraid that if he'd entered her at that moment he would have come on the spot. No woman has ever made him lose control like that since he was a horny teenager and he hadn't been about to allow it to happen now.
"Damon," she moans. "Suck on my clit, please."
Holy fuck, she actually said it!
Damon can feel himself grow impossibly harder than he's been before.
As he closes his lips around that little bundle of nerves, she screams his name and fists his hair in a death grip. He can tell she's close and while he wants to savor her taste, his cock is now painfully hard.
He isn't sure he'll be able to draw this out any longer.
Damon increases the pressure, slipping a finger inside her as he continues to suck at her flesh and send her tumbling over the edge.
Her entire body shakes around him as he drinks in the sweet nectar flowing from her.
He lets her come down from her high this time, not wanting to overload her senses too much after what had happened earlier that morning. He'll have to really learn all her body's responses and figure out just how much she can handle before he tries something like that again.
Elena falls boneless against him as Damon lets her feet fall back to the floor again.
As he moves to stand up, she sinks down to her knees, a naughty grin on her face as she looks up at him and licks her lips just as he had done earlier.
"Your turn to beg," she taunts.
She playfully nips at his thighs before suddenly grasping his rigid flesh and teasing the tip against her lips. Damon growls low in his throat as she slowly opens her mouth, teasing the head of his cock with the tip of her tongue.
"Elena," he warns, gritting his teeth in an effort to control himself.
"You're not begging," she scolds him, moving to bite hard into the flesh of his thigh.
"Fuck," he hisses, bucking his hips in response to her. He looks down to see her smirking back up at him, a devilish glint in her eyes.
"Not so cocky now, are you?" she purrs. "Come on, tell me what I want to hear or I'll stop."
Damon growls again, his control about to snap.
She bites him again, this time at the crease of his thigh, as she grips his shaft and squeezes harder.
"Fuck, Elena…"
It's as much a warning as an expletive as he feels her open her mouth and take him in as deep as she can without choking.
He has to get her to stop now before he loses control and fucks her mouth with everything he's been holding back. He could seriously hurt her if he doesn't regain control of the situation.
Before she can even blink, Damon uses his speed and strength to pull himself from her lips and lift her back onto her feet; her hands are now against the tiles, her back against his chest.
"You're a naughty girl, Elena," he growls, nipping playfully at her earlobe.
"What are you going to do, punish me?" she quips back at him, wiggling her hips as she feels his engorged cock probing her entrance.
He grins wickedly against her skin, nipping at her neck before pulling his hand from her hips.
SMACK!
Elena cries out, her skin stinging from where Damon's hand made contact with the back of her ass and thigh.
A tingle shoots through her at the sensation and she curses when he does it again.
Damon growls, and while delivering another stinging slap to her ass, slides his hips forward and drives his cock into her in one stroke.
Elena pushes back forcefully against him, driving him to the hilt inside of her. She cried out as he hits her front wall, sending a deep sensation flooding through her.
"Fuck, Damon," she moans, circling and rocking her hips against him to get as much friction as she possibly can.
Damon reaches one hand around to rub her clit again, pumping his hips into her harder in an effort to distract himself from the pulse at her neck. It would be so easy for him to sink his teeth into her, to taste that sweet ambrosia while he fucks her senseless.
She tilts her head to the side, almost as if she can read his mind and is giving him permission.
Damon shuts his eyes against that image, refusing to give in. He will not claim her in the shower, no matter how badly he wants to. After all, she's not like any of his other conquests; when he claims her she will know beyond a shadow of a doubt that she's his forever.
"Damon," she cries out, snapping him out of his thoughts and back to reality.
Fuck, she's close. He can feel her walls tightening around him and knows his own release will follow just as quickly.
He works his hand against her, determined to bring her with him as he jerks his hips and starts to let go. She throws her head forward, exposing her neck.
Damon can't help himself.
As his hips surged forward to spill his seed deep inside her, he bites down where her neck and shoulder meet; though he keeps his fangs safely retracted.
She trembles and shakes against him, her nails actually scraping against the tiles and she thrashes her head back letting out a purely primal cry of satisfaction as she comes with him.
Damon slows his movements inside her, the hand at her hip coming up to stroke her hair as he places soft kisses over her neck; soothing the spot he's marked with his blunt teeth.
"That was…" she practically pants, unable yet to catch her breath.
"Amazing? Mind-blowing? Incredible?" he suggests, that seductively teasing tone back almost instantly.
Elena rolls her eyes, but can't help but smile.
"All of the above," she purrs, shivering when he leans forward to nuzzle her neck.
"But then I always suspected it would be."
Damon arches an eyebrow, tilting his head to look at her face in amusement.
"Why Miss Elena, have you been having secret naughty fantasies about me?" he teases her.
"Maybe," she replies, that wicked smile back across her lips.
Damon's hands slide down to her hips again, pinching her ass playfully.
"Maybe, huh?" he considers that bit of new information. "And when exactly did this start?"
She shakes her head, placing her hands at his wrists and sliding herself away from him and the wall.
"Uh uh," she taunts. "That's for me to know and you to…dot, dot, dot!"
She succeeds in pulling away from him and moves for the door. She knows he could keep her in here with him if he'd really wanted to, but she also knows he loves a good chase.
As if to prove her point, he suddenly turns off the shower and pretends to let her think she's escaped him as she bolts for the bedroom, giggling.
In a second he has caught up with her, pulling her into his arms again; her back flush against his chest and tickling her sides.
She lets out a loud squeal of laughter as he 'tortures' her.
"Tell me when, Elena," he says, playfully nipping at her neck and shoulders.
"Never," she manages to get out through fits of laughter.
Damon picks her up and sets her onto the bed, pinning her to the mattress. She writhes under him as his hands find a particularly ticklish spot by her hip bone.
"Tell me," he says again.
He enjoys watching her squirm. This is almost as good as having her crying his name in the throes of passion; almost.
Elena is gasping for breath, tears springing to her eyes and she finally holds her hands up in surrender.
"Okay, I'll tell," she gasps. Damon lets her up and she blushes. "It was in Georgia," she admits.
Damon hadn't expected that. "That long ago?" he says, surprised.
Elena shrugs. "What can I say? Bree said you were good in the sack; I was a little curious."
"You could have asked Caroline," Damon teases without thinking. Elena's smile fades and he realizes his mistake immediately. "Sorry," he apologizes.
She shrugs. "Caroline wouldn't know good sex from bad, though she might figure it out if she hooks up with your brother."
"Ooh, did Sweet Little Elena just make a cutting remark about my brother's lack of sexual prowess?" he teases, pretending to be shocked.
Elena simply smirks knowingly and he laughs. "I am a bad influence on you," he says.
She shoves at him playfully. "How do you know I wasn't bad before you met me?" she counters. "I did tell you that I used to be more fun, after all."
"Oh, I had no doubts you were a wild child. You certainly knew how to have a good time on our last trip together. Though now that I think about it I probably shouldn't have taken you back to St. Stefan so quickly; something tells me we could have enjoyed ourselves a lot more if I hadn't."
He punctuates that statement by placing a kiss on her shoulder, and Elena leans into him, purring low in her throat. He groans, feeling himself grow hard again.
Elena's gaze falls to that marvelous organ of his and licks her lips hungrily.
"So soon?" she purrs in appreciation.
Damon leans over her, pressing her back down to the mattress again.
"I told you I can't get enough of you," he tells her before crashing his lips back down to hers.
As the lovers engaged in another round, a light comes from Elena's jeans pocket. Jeremy's number flashes on the screen as her phone displays its tenth missed call within the hour.