N: I'm soooooooo sorry you guys had to wait so long for this! Finally, this is the 'lap dance' from Elena to Damon.
This is dedicated to all of you that wanted to read this. It was a pretty difficult shit to write for some odd reason, hope it turned out ok…enjoy!
Thank you Valerie (2serendipity) for helping me with this!
Lap dance
Elena stood up and walked up to Caroline.
"So, he can't touch me, right?" she asked, praying Caroline would say 'no'.
"Nope, he's not allowed to touch you. Only if you want him to, and then you should tell him so," Tyler answered, and for some reason an electric shock passed through Elena's body at the mere thought of Damon touching her with those strong, cold hands while she would be dancing between his legs.
"I'm already giving him a damned lap dance; no touching is fair enough," she said, declining Tyler's suggestion for asking Damon to touch her.
"As you wish," he said.
"Can I put my t-shirt back on?" she asked and Tyler shook his head.
"No, no, no, you'll have to do it just the way you are. It's not my fault that you couldn't handle the game and you had to strip," Tyler said, looking at Damon for approval .
Elena had refused a dare and had been forced to take off three pieces of clothing. So she'd taken off her hair clip, her jacket and her t-shirt; there was just no way in hell she would've taken off her shorts. She wanted to refuse this dare too, but she was already half naked and dancing around Damon didn't sound that bad.
Damon got up from the floor and took a seat on a chair that had been placed in the middle of the living room. His usual smirk appeared on his face and his eyes showed a naughty sparkle that Elena definitely considered bad news.
She slowly made her way towards him. She put one leg before the other and slowly started girating her hips, trying for a sexy rhythm.
"The song 'Bed' by J Holiday started playing on the stereo: even though she loved that song, she was barely paying any attention to it. She was more concentrated on the ridiculously sexy man in front of her.
She placed her hands on the chair's armrests and lowered her body; she stopped halfway and looked at him through half closed eyes. She took a moment to smile seductively and lick her lips, and then she continued her way down, until her head was at the same level as the bulge in his pants. She pushed her body into his and slowly moved back up again, her breasts brushing first his abs, then his chest…She nuzzled his neck, and found out that he smelled damned good. She brushed her lips over his ears, whispering, "You're going to regret making me do this, Salvatore…"
A shiver went through Damon's body at her words and it took all of his willpower not to pitch her on the floor and show her what he was capable of. On the other hand, he was mighty curious how she'd play this; he kind of liked it, having her all over him like that. He could tell she enjoyed touching him.
Elena stepped behind him and let her hand glide down his chest, going all the way down to his belt. She wriggled her fingertips just inside his pants and back out again, and Damon had to grind his teeth. Then her hand grabbed his hair and she returned to her place in front of him. She lifted her right foot onto the chair, right between his legs, and stood up. Her left leg she draped on Damon's shoulder, while ordering, "Give me your hands!" Damon obeyed. She grabbed his hands firmly and let her body fall backwards, her left leg finding its way back to the floor.
Damon looked at her legs flying next to his head and he was so mesmerized by the view, he almost dropped her. Her legs seemed to go on forever when watching them upside down as he did. Her ex-cheerleader abilities came in handy on this task.
As soon as both her feet reached the ground, she smiled proudly. The look on his face made it all worth it.
She turned her back on him now, inserting her hips between his legs. She started rolling them in slow circles at first, following the rhythm of the music, and then she moved her ass up and down his package, gratified to feel him growing harder with her every move. That was exactly what she wanted: to give him a raging hard-on… to punish him for making her do this… although at the same time she realized she was actually enjoying herself enormously.
It took her about ten seconds after that reflection to figure out that she was just as turned on as he was. Her body so close to his body was driving her crazy; she vaguely heard the words of the song 'I want it (I want it), you want it (you want it)'… and how she wanted it. That certainly wasn't helping; it was just arousing her even more.
She let her head fall back on his shoulder and her hands on his legs. Her body was molded to his now: she could feel every muscle and every groove on his upper body, and it was simply perfection. She let her body slide against his, up and down, in slow-motion. Her aching core slid over his hard member and even through the material of both their pants she had the impression she could almost feel him inside her.
She felt a hunger inside her that she'd never experienced before. A hunger she hadn't even known existed. 'How is it possible to want someone so bad that not having him was physically hurting?' she asked herself.
Damon bit his lip to keep in a moan that was on the tip of his tongue, when he felt her firm, round butt stroking his pulsating dick. She was so fucking close, rubbing herself against him like that. Didn't she know she was driving him insane? He could feel every single curve of her body and he wanted nothing more than to rip her clothes off and make her his in every sense of the word.
He wanted to bury himself deep inside her sweet, wet pussy. He wanted to thrust inside her again and again, making her scream his name over and over. He wanted to make her come all over his hard cock. The fact the he was able to smell her arousal wasn't helping him at all. He should just lay her over that damned table and take her from behind, slapping that perfect ass of hers.
Elena turned back to face him: she spread her legs on each side of his hips, sitting in his lap and kept rocking against him. At the same time, she lightly brushed her fingertip over his cheek, his jaw line, his lips…she drew their outline and bit her bottom lip, hard. She wanted to kiss him so bad that her lips were burning with desire. She let her hand explore further, the crook of his neck, his chest; her hands stroked up and down and she let out a soft moan that turned him on more – if that was even possible.
"Can I please touch you?" he ground out.
"Nope, you just keep your hands to yourself and stay there, looking perfect!" she ordered and he growled at her.
"That's not fair; you're all over me…" he complained
"Well, that's the allure," she said, winking at him.
She lifted his t-shirt and caressed his perfect six pack, her fingers following the line of dark hair to where it disappeared inside his pants. She wanted so badly to stick her hand inside, following that line to the end…but she couldn't.
The song was finished and Damon let out a frustrated breath.
"You have no idea how much I want you right now…" he whispered.
She grabbed his t-shirt and pulled herself up, "If it's any consolation, you're not the only one," she whispered back, right into his ear, her warm breath making him tremble again.
She hoped Stefan hadn't heard that. Afterwards she suspected that he had, but he never told her….
N: This is it, hope it was worth the wait, at least a bit…review and let me know!