A/N: Thanks everyone who read the first chapter and encouraged me to keep going. Next chapter is halfway done so you won't have long to wait. Please review if you like the story, it keeps me inspired to continue writing!

Damon kicked the bedroom door closed behind them roughly, Elena still in his arms. He placed her half-naked body on the four poster bed and straightened up to unzip his pants and shove them down his legs, stepping out of them in one smooth motion. Elena watched him, feeling the need building up inside of her again despite having come not even two minutes ago. The sun was slowly setting outside and the light coming in through the window was soft and cast shadows that accentuated the muscles of Damon's hard, toned body. His boxers were tented around his arousal and she couldn't help but lick her lips at the sight of the wet spot of precum that had appeared on the fabric. She got back up from the bed, eyeing him with a hungry look, and he raised an eyebrow at her.

"Like what you see?" he asked, knowing the answer but wanting to hear her say it anyway.

"You look good," she told him, her eyes dark with lust as she advanced on him. She moved her hands to his shoulders and walked him backwards, her eyes never leaving his.

"Oh really?" he asked, allowing her to back him up against the nearest wall. He returned Elena's gaze, exuding his usual cocky arrogance, and she decided she was going to wipe that smirk right off his face.

Elena nodded seriously. "Mmmmhmm." She reached between their bodies and grasped his hardness firmly through his boxers. "Good enough to eat," she whispered in his ear. He groaned in response as she began kissing his neck.

"I've been thinking," she said between her kisses.

"Yes?" he gasped. His hands gripped her hips tightly.

"It was quite selfish of me to make you wait a whole month for this," she told him, squeezing one hand around his cock while the other traced nonsense patterns over his muscular torso.

"Very selfish," he agreed, nodding along.

She slowly bent down his body, lowering herself to her knees on the hardwood floor. "Maybe I could make it up to you?" she asked innocently, looking up at him through her eyelashes with her big brown eyes. His heart jumped as her hands went to the elastic waistband of his boxers, and she began tugging them gently down his legs, careful as she pulled them over the cock that was now bobbing freely in front of her. He watched her intently.

Leaning forward, she lightly blew a hot stream of air onto his throbbing length. His cock jerked noticeably and this time it was her turn to smirk at him.

"You are going to be the death of me," he muttered. Still smiling, she licked the tip of him, lapping up the precum she found there with her tongue. She pulled back again, but before he could protest she opened her mouth and took him in deeply. Damon let out a low moan above her as she began sucking up and down his length. She moaned around him in response, using her hand to grip the base of his cock and moving it in time with her mouth.

"Elena," he groaned. "I thought the idea of moving upstairs was to use the bed."

She didn't bother responding since she knew he didn't want her to stop. She swirled her tongue around his length expertly while she continued to look up at him with her big doe eyes, not wanting to break their sizzling eye contact. The vampire in her could feel the blood surging through his hard cock underneath her lips and it made his arousal even hotter to her. Teeth are bad Elena, she reminded herself, especially when they're fangs. Keeping herself under control, she continued to move her mouth over him, teasing the head with her tongue. She reached her free hand to cup his balls, squeezing them gently and Damon threw his head back, banging it against the wall. She kept it up and was rewarded with a noise of helpless arousal from him that made her quite proud of herself.

"God Elena you've got to stop that," Damon panted. "Unless you want this to end before it's even started."

She was fully intending to continue ignoring him, but he pulled her up off her knees and in a flash had thrown them both back to the bed, this time climbing on top of her. Elena looked up at him, her hair splayed out on the pillow underneath her and her lips red from recent activities. His cheeks were flushed with his desire for her. She gazed into his fierce blue eyes before grabbing his neck and pulling him towards her to send his lips crashing down onto hers. They kissed with abandon, their tongues fighting for dominance as they tried to get closer, as close as they possibly could. Damon reached around Elena's back and unclasped her bra, finally pulling the garment off her and throwing it to the floor beside the bed. He left her lips to trail kisses down her collarbone and bare chest.

"So sexy," he said against her skin, tracing his tongue over one breast and then another, paying special attention to her nipples. She moaned as he sucked one into his mouth before continuing his journey south. His hands held her lightly underneath him, one on the curve of her waist and the other on her hipbone. As he moved down her body further he spread her legs to make room for himself, and when he began kissing her toned stomach she sucked in a tense breath, anticipating his mouth where she needed it most. She moved one hand down to his messy black hair, running her fingers through it lightly but resisting the urge to guide his mouth to her center. He kissed below her bellybutton next, then the spot right above the black lace panties she was still wearing.

Her whole body tingled with lust and expectation. Instead he skipped over her panties and kissed her inner thigh.

"Damon," she said warningly.

He looked up. "What's wrong?" he asked with feigned ignorance.

"My boyfriend's a tease, that's what," she told him, lifting her hips slightly and reaching to remove the panties herself but he slapped her hands away.

"Ah ah ah," he said. "Soon."

He went back to her inner thigh, placing tender kisses on the right, then the left, then the very curve of where her leg became her heated arousal. She groaned.

"Oh my God I hate you."

"You might hate me, but you want me too babe," he replied. He placed his finger gently on the lace and applied the tiniest bit of pressure to her clit. "Here, right? Do you want me here?"

"Mmmmm," she moaned. Damon took it as a yes. He rubbed a few soft circles, kissing along her panty line again.

"How about here?" he asked, moving from her clit to slip underneath the fabric of her underwear, finding her wet entrance and tracing it with the pad of his finger.

"Yessssssss," she breathed eagerly, thrusting her hips up towards him. Finally he began to play with her pussy, using her wetness to help his fingers glide along her folds, teasing everywhere he could reach without actually entering her. When it seemed that he had used up the last of her patience he removed his fingers from her underwear and finally pulled the lacy undergarment down her long, slender legs. She was happy enough to help him, kicking them away once he'd gotten them down to her feet.

He took her knees in his hands and spread her legs wider, opening her up to him completely and moving between her legs with a predatory look on his face. His fingers were on her again a split second later.

"Tell me Elena," he whispered, a wicked grin on his lips. "Have you touched yourself here since the last time we were together?"

"Damonnnnnnnn," she whined.

"I want you to admit it Elena," he said. "Tell me, who was the last person who fingered you? Was it me? Has it been four weeks? Or have you been lying in your bed at night in your dorm, playing with your pussy while Caroline sleeps a few feet away?"

"You shouldn't tease me so much. It's mean," she told him, giving him her most convincing 'be nice to me' pout. Her face was burning red. She wasn't ashamed of herself for giving in to her body's needs every now and then. Damon just made it all sound so dirty.

He dipped his finger inside her, just barely. "You love when I'm mean to you. It turns you on. Now are you going to tell me?"

She tried to push herself down onto his finger but he held her still firmly.

She groaned in frustration. "Yes, okay? I've touched myself in my dorm room. But Caroline was never there when I did it, you don't have to make it all sound so smutty."

He grinned at her evilly as he finally plunged his finger deep inside of her. "So it sounds like it happened more than once then," he said, moving in and out of her at a pace he knew would drive her crazy. She whined, a mixture of annoyance at him and the pleasure of finally having his finger inside of her.

"Damon, more," she pleaded, pushing herself down onto him.

He was happy to oblige, adding a second and increasing his pace.

"Yes, God, yes yes yes," she moaned incoherently. He curled his fingers inside of her to rub against her g-spot and Elena saw stars in front of her eyes. She squeezed her eyes shut tightly and gave into to the pleasure he was giving her.

She writhed on his fingers, her own fingers grasping for something to hold onto to keep herself grounded. The sheets were tangled underneath her and she felt like she was flying apart, and when he leaned into her and put his mouth on her clit she actually shrieked.

"God Damon, please!" Elena moaned. "I want you inside me now"

He lifted his head up from between her legs. She was a goddess, she looked like a sacrifice sprawled out in his bed like that, a feast just for him.

"I need you to come first baby," he told her, still fingering her hard and fast.

"I want to come on your cock," she whimpered, beyond caring how she sounded. He grinned.

"Trust me, you will." With that he stopped talking, returning his lips and his tongue to her clit, going down on her with everything he had. He added a third finger and sucked her sensitive bud into his mouth, using his teeth ever-so-lightly to play with her.

"Oh my GOD," she screamed, and she lost herself completely to what Damon was doing between her legs. In a few more seconds she was climaxing hard, clenching and unclenching violently around his fingers. She felt her juices flowing out of her, felt them coating her inner thighs as she shook under Damon's mouth and fingers. Only when she finally stopped shaking did he remove his fingers from her, moving back up her body. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand crudely, and she blushed.

"Still hate me?" he asked, a bit breathless. His cock was heavy with need against her hip, her moans of "Damon!" and "more!" having worked him up to a point where he could have almost come himself, just from listening to her reach her orgasm and knowing he had caused it.

"No," she said. Her head was foggy and her body completely sated and she didn't have much fight in her at the moment. The sheets felt damp underneath her and she knew that if she looked down she'd see a big wet spot on the bed, evidence of the strength of the orgasm that had just ripped through her body.

"Good," he said. "Because I am planning on fucking the living daylights out of you."

A/N: Another cliffhanger, sorry sorry! But the more you review, the faster I post the next chapter! I know, I'm a little evil :)