The moment Damon's lips connect with mine, I feel that same spark I've felt every other time we've kissed. My body ignites with a fiery passion, and my anger and pain just fuels that passion. The emotion that Damon exposes within me terrifies me because they are emotions that are far from innocent. They are an unyielding desire, a need that burns my veins as it courses though me, an addiction that consumes all my senses and drives all my decisions.
I eagerly throw my arms around his neck and pull him greedily closer to my body. Damon's hands release my face and wrap around my waist. He pulls me roughly against his body; I gasp against his lips as his hard muscles crush against my soft curves and I feel the bulge in his pants growing.
I trace the outline of his lips with my tongue. I moan as I taste his heavenly taste again—bourbon and blood. God, I didn't even realize how much I've been craving him. Damon parts his lips and my tongue collides with his, tangling together ardently.
Damon's lowers his hands, cupping my ass. He gently tugs upward and my body instantly responds to his request. I leap up, wrapping my long legs around his lean waist. He pulls me roughly against him and I feel his erection press against my inner thigh. I grunt against his lips at the feeling—I need to have him again, to feel him and his sweet release again.
"Damon." I whisper, breaking the kiss.
"Shh." Damon demands, crushing his lips greedily back against mine to cut off my words.
He speeds me over to the door of the Boarding House. My back hits the hard wood, sending a quick jolt of pain through my body and I smile against Damon's lips. I love how he takes control. One of his hands leaves my body and reaches for the door handle, but I quickly grab his wrist to stop him.
"No, Damon. We can't. Stefan—."
"I don't care." Damon says, dropping me to the ground. I land gracefully. His voice is low and gravelly, laced with lust. "I don't fucking care. I just need you. Right now."
Damon's hand darts out and cups my sex through my jeans. I gasp in surprise and turn to look at him. His eyes scan my body, devouring every inch of me. He licks his lips. Heat rushes up my legs to my core and I feel myself getting wetter.
Fuck, he really is dripping with sex. I think.
I bite my bottom lip, feeling my arousal consume me. I reach down and start to rub the bulge in his jeans, staring him down. His light blue eyes turn dark with desire and he pushes his pelvis up into my hand. He grunts as I stroke his hard-on. The sounds he elicits makes my core burn and I'm suddenly yearning for some release.
I roughly crash my lips back to his, slamming his back to the door and pressing my body to his. I can't help it, I need him. When we hit the door, there's a loud bang and we suddenly lose our brace. Damon secures my body as he falls backwards; I fall on top of him, giggling uncontrollably.
"I've never broken a door before." I inform, leaning down and licking Damon's lips seductively. He grunts low in his throat and his tongue darts out to meet mine. "Mmm." I moan, closing my eyes to enjoy the taste of him. Damon retracts his tongue and smirks up at me. His hand traces the length of my spine, past my ass, and rests on my still-clothed wetness. He applies pressure through my jeans and I moan, backing myself up against his hand, craving more of his touch.
"I love seeing you like this." Damon growls, pushing his hand more securely against my core. I squirm under his touch.
"Like what?" I whisper breathlessly. I look down at him; he's smirking up at me. His ivory skin shines in the light and I suddenly want to taste him again. I lean down and press my lips to his neck, leaving a wet, open-mouthed kiss. My tongue darts out and he grunts at my tease. I smirk against his skin and gently nip his neck suggestively. Damon squirms a bit and lifts his hips up off the floor. I feel his hardness press against my core and I moan at the small let-up of tension. I rock my hips against his, moving over his hardness. I can feel every outline of his dick press against me through his jeans.
"Turned-on." Damon finally answers my question. He entwines his fingers in my hair and pulls my head up to look at him. Pain spreads across my scalp, but I don't really feel it. "You're fucking animalistic like this, Elena."
I smirk down at Damon and he releases his grip on my hair. I sit up on his dick, still moving my hips. I throw my head back at the feeling of him, but my body still craves more. The distance our clothing is creating is condemnable. Damon grabs my hips and pulls me closer to his erection, grinding my hips for me.
"Damn, you feel good." I whisper huskily. I look at him—he's barely holding onto the remainder of self-control that he has. I love the way that I can make Damon Salvatore fall apart—it's truly satisfying on a deep level.
I bite my lip suggestively; I have an idea.
I lean back down to Damon's neck and start trailing kisses down his body—across his clavicles, down his chest, abs—I stop when I reach his jeans. I look up at Damon with a wicked smile; he's watching me with hunger in his eyes.
"Tell me you want it." I repeat the same words that he tortured me with last night. His eyes glow at my sentence and he flashes me his cocky lop-sided grin.
"Oh, I want it, baby." Damon responds, reaching down and pulling my hair to the side. He collects it into a ponytail in his hand, hinting at his desires. I chuckle and place my mouth on the bulge in his jeans. Damon grunts and squirms a bit. "Tease."
"You like it." I murmur against his still-fully-clothed cock.
"God, Elena." Damon places his head on the ground in defeat.
"What do you want, Damon?" I ask, trailing my fingers under his shirt and up to his pecs. I rub his chest.
"Blow me." Damon commands. I press a kiss to the bulge in his pants and trail my fingers back down over his soft skin and hard muscles and stop when I reach his jeans.
"Yes, sir." I purr flirtatiously and start undoing his belt. I'm moving slowly on purpose, reveling in the way Damon squirms under my touch. I unbutton and unzip his pants, pulling them off his legs. Damon's erection pops free from his jeans and rests against his abdomen.
I gulp at the sight, surprised to find that I actually want to put my mouth on him and taste him. I've always been skittish about blow jobs with Matt and Stefan, but Damon creates a hunger within me that I never even knew existed.
I take his penis in my hands and position it upright. I begin to leave open-mouthed, wet kisses up his shaft and when I kiss his tip, my tongue darts out and swirls around the soft, sensitive skin. Damon grunts and picks his head up to look at me; I stare back at him, knowing that my eyes are screaming with the hunger that I'm feeling. I move back down to his base and lick up his shaft.
"Mmm," I moan. Even his cock tastes good. Damon's dick pulses more intensely in my hand; he's obviously turned-on by my sound.
I stare into his darkened-with-desire blue eyes as I wrap my lips around his tip and lick him a couple times before slowly taking him into my mouth. I stop when I fit the entirety of his erection in my wet warmth. His tip is pressed against the back of my throat and I temporarily thank God for my lack of gag-reflex.
I press my tongue up to his shaft and secure him tightly against the walls of my mouth. I cradle his balls in my hand and lightly tease them.
"Fuck, Elena," Damon grunts, throwing his head back to rest on the ground, "I had no idea you were so good at this." I smile around his dick. The compliment satisfies me.
I start bobbing my head, moving him in-and-out of my warmth. I swirl my tongue around his tip and take him further in my throat with each bob.
I stroke Damon's inner thighs and his muscles tense beneath my fingertips—he's already close.
I take him deep into my mouth until he's hitting the back of my throat, then I swallow, bringing him down my throat. A deep, guttural growl erupts from Damon's larynx. I move my hand back up to cup his balls.
After a moment, I find myself needing to breathe, so I let him out of my throat and mouth. I take a deep breath before going back down on him, sucking on his tip. Damon looks down at me and I look up at him as I take him back into my mouth. There's a heat and intimacy that exists between us as we stare into each other's eyes while I blow him that I've never experienced before, and it makes my heart clench in my chest. I resume my previous rhythm.
Damon squirms below me; his body tenses and I release him from my mouth with a pop as the suction is removed.
"Cum for me, baby." I demand, lowering my lips back to his penis. Damon grunts and grabs the back of my head. He pushes me down on his cock and I take him into my throat. Damon thrusts up into my mouth over and over again, fucking my throat before convulsing. His dick twitches as his cum fills my mouth. I swallow his seed and remove his softening dick from my mouth.
I crawl back up Damon's body and his hand rises to my lips. He wipes the overflow of his orgasm from the side of my lips. When he finishes, I press a lingering, soft kiss to his pink lips.
"We should do that more often." Damon whispers.
"Agreed." I whisper back. Damon traces the outline of my body and smirks up at me, his eyes glowing wickedly.
"My turn." Damon growls. In a blur of motion, he grabs me by the hips and stands me up. I moan as his tongue darts to the vein in my neck. He licks it slowly, sending electricity down my spine. He sinks to his knees in front of me and unbuttons my jeans. My breath hitches in my throat as his fingertips lightly tickle the bare skin of my thighs as he peels off my jeans. He tosses them to the side and wraps his arms around the inside of my thighs, parting my legs. He places my legs over his shoulders and stands up quickly, hoisting my body onto his shoulders. I gasp at the unpredictable position.
Damon places his hands on my ass to hold me up. I love how strong he is, how safe I feel in his embrace. I know that I can trust him to not drop me. His face is hovering right above my core. I look down at him. It's unbelievably hot to see Damon so close to my core—his breath tickles the skin around my wetness and the stubble on his cheeks scratch my inner thighs.
"Please, Damon." I whimper, demandingly entwining my fingers into his raven black hair. I know my grip is hard, but Damon's just as rough when it comes to me. I now understand why he always grabs me so roughly—the pure need pulsing through my body is uncontrollable.
"Beg for it." Damon commands. I grit my teeth and roll my eyes. I don't want to beg, I'm better than that.
Damon silently waits for my response, and when I don't give him one, he pushes his head forward, closing the distance between him and my throbbing core. A growl erupts from my throat as he bites the cloth of my panties and pulls back, ripping them off my body.
"Beg for it, or I'll leave you like this." Damon threatens. I hesitate; he wouldn't actually leave me like this…would he?
"Damon…"
"Okay. I guess you don't want it bad enough." Damon begins to lower my body and my heartbeat spikes. I wrap my legs more tightly around his neck and push my core closer to his mouth, but he pulls back.
I never thought Damon Salvatore would even think of refusing me sex, but dammit, he's so unpredictable.
"No, no. Please, Damon. I want it. I want it so bad." I whimper. Damon smirks and his tongue darts out, tracing light patterns on my inner thighs teasingly. I moan, pushing myself closer to his mouth, but he pulls back yet again. Fuck him.
"Make me believe you want it." Damon's voice is low and demanding, making more heat radiate to my core.
"I don't just want it, I need it. I need you." I respond breathlessly. Damon smirks, obviously pleased with my response.
"Tell me again, and say my name. I want you to know who you're begging for."
"I need you, Damon." I whisper. Damon blows on my clit and I squirm. Tingles erupt across my skin at the small lack-of-touch. I can't stand it anymore. "C'mon Damon, enough. Just do it already."
"Nah-uh, Elena," Damon rejects disapprovingly, pulling his head further from my core. His voice turns dark. "I'm in control here. Understand?"
I gulp. There's something so preditorial about him right now, something so primal and it ignites a fire within me. I love this side of him.
"Yes." I say, nodding weakly.
"Good. That means that you will do exactly what I say when I say it. Understand?" Damon asks again.
"Yes." I confirm. I have a lot of trust in him and the thought of not being with him right now drives me insane.
"'Atta girl." Damon stubble tickles the sensitive skin of my inner thigh as he smirks. "I think you deserve a little reward."
Damon's tongue immediately darts out and licks slowly up my wetness. I scream at the sudden movement and throw my head back in pleasure. My skin burns under his touch. Damon catches my clit and sucks on it. I can feel him stimulating every one of the 8000 nerve endings of my clit. Damon's tongue stiffens and traces quick vertical lines on my clit. He pulls back from my core.
"Say my name." Damon commands. He suddenly plunges his tongue deep into my wetness.
"Damon." I moan. He pulls back again.
"Scream it." He returns to my clit and moves his tongue in circles. God, Damon's amazing at giving head—he keeps things new and stimulates the perfect spots.
"DAMON!" I scream as his tongue plunges back into my wetness. He moves in and out of my wetness and my walls clamp around him. I'm so close.
"You're not allowed to cum yet." Damon insists and I whimper. Damn him. I wrap my legs tighter around Damon's neck and pull him back into me. His tongue drives deep into my wetness. Damon grunts and his grip on my ass tightens—I feel his fingertips digging into the soft skin of my ass and the pain adds to my pleasure.
He speeds us over to the closest wall and my back hits it with a thud. Something tumbles over, crashing and breaking against the ground. I'm not sure what it is: a lamp maybe? I find myself not caring as Damon's tongue works its magic.
Damon moves back to my clit and sucks on it hard before releasing it and tracing vampire-speed patterns on my clitoris.
"Please." I beg. My vision blurs as I feel my first orgasm coming on. After a moment, Damon responds.
"You can cum now, Elena." Damon pushes his tongue back to my clit and moves in rapid, rough speeds over it. I feel the knot in my stomach tighten until it falls apart and I convulse around Damon's tongue, my juices pouring over him.
I think he's going to stop now that I've cum like Stefan usually does, but instead his tongue darts to stimulate another part of my pussy. My body continues to convulse around him as his tongue keeps moving.
"FUCK, Damon!" I scream, pulling him closer to me by his hair as my second orgasm washes over me. His tongue darts to another section of my core and moves relentlessly. A third orgasm hits me and I moan at the sensation. After a moment, I began to calm down and Damon lowers my body. He wraps his arms around me to hold me up as I try to steady myself. I have no trust in my legs right now. I wrap my arms around him and nuzzle my nose into his neck. I inhale deeply, smelling him. My body is still so sensitive with tingles that even the lightest caress of the air feels like an explosion on my skin.
"I've never cum three times so quickly." I admit, playfully nipping at his neck.
"Mmm," Damon's low voice vibrates through my system. "You're welcome." I pull my head back and look at him with eyes that suggest wickedness. I feel his now-fully-erect, bare cock press against the bare skin of my thigh. We're both pantless, but our shirts are still on our bodies.
"Let's make it four." I purr seductively, grabbing the front of Damon's shirt and pulling him down to my lips. His bottom lip slips between my lips and I bite it, drawing blood. I lap up the blood and in one quick motion, rip off his tight black T-shirt. I let the scraps fall to the ground and run my fingers over his strong and solid torso.
"Jesus, Elena." Damon grunts, breaking from my lips, "Like it rough?" He jokes, flashing me that gorgeous, cocky half-smile. I wet my lips with my tongue and nod in complete sincerity. Right now, I want it rough, I want it primal, I want it preditorial, I want it like the darkest parts of Damon that I've somehow grown to love that everyone else hates. I want to ride him until his knees buckle and his eyes cross. I want him to make me his.
"Damon." I whimper, grabbing his hand and placing it on the bridge between my breasts. I wrap my fingers around his, making him grab the fabric of my shirt. I meet his beautiful blue eyes. He's watching me with admiration and honestly, I'm admiring myself too. I've never been more decisive in my entire life, and it feels good. "Take me."
Damon grunts at my request and nods once, yanking his hand back and ripping my turquoise shirt from my body. The cool air caresses my exposed torso, and I feel so exposed. Damon's eyes devour me and he reaches forward and grabs both of my breasts in his hands. His grip is demanding and heat rushes to my core. I'm already ready for him. Damon pinches my nipples through my lacey black bra and I moan at the sensation, pressing my lips to his. He twists my nipples gently and fire burns down my spine. I grab his cock and stroke his shaft, needing to feel more of him.
A low growl erupts from Damon's throat. He grabs the bridge of my bra and rips it, tearing it off my body. We're now completely naked, and that's when I realize that we are not hidden to the world, the front door is still missing and we're standing right in the hallway. If someone drove by, they would see. My timid side kicks in, I don't mind being like this with Damon, but I'd rather not have the entirety of Mystic Falls see. Luckily, no one has driven by...yet.
I wrap my arms around Damon's neck and leap up, wrapping my legs around his torso. Damon secures me against his body, and he lifts me up higher so that my breasts are right in his face. He catches my nipple in his mouth and I throw my head back in pleasure, running my fingers through his hair.
"Upstairs," I moan breathlessly.
Damon's teeth scrape against my nipple, sending electric sparks through my bones. He runs up the first group of stairs and slams my back against the wall. The brick grips and tugs at my skin as I arch my back against him. Damon lets my nipple fall from his mouth and moves to my other nipple, giving it the same amount of attention.
Damon pulls me away from the wall and rushes us up the next group of stairs and onto the second floor hallway. He joins our lips and slams my back into another wall. I smile against his lips. This is the kind of sex I've always fantasized about.
I can't stand the distance between our bodies. I need to be connected with him.
"I need you in me." I demand, lowering my hand to his dick and positioning him at my entrance. His head rubs against my wetness and my core tingles in anticipation. I make eye-contact with him. He's watching me with hunger. Damon braces his hand against the wall and thrusts up hard into me, finally connecting our bodies. I throw my head back against the wall and scream, kicking my foot out to help him get further into me. My foot connects with something on the side table and it falls off, shattering against the hard floor. There's nothing soft and gentle about Damon now; he's thrusting hard and quick into me. He hits my G-spot with every thrust.
"God Elena, you feel so good and tight. I fucking love being inside you." Damon grunts. He presses his lips to my neck and I moan in pleasure. I flex and my walls clamp around Damon. His hips continue their relentless movement and the hand that was braced against the wall moves to where our bodies are connected and he fingers my clit.
"Oh yes, Damon!" I scream. He thrusts hard up into me, driving deeper into my pussy. I lower my head and press my lips tenderly to his jaw right below his ear.
"Jesus, Elena," Damon whispers, and I instantly know that I found his sweet spot. Damon stops his movements. I whimper in protest and Damon rushes me over to his bedroom, slamming the door open with an audible crack. He throws our bodies down onto his bed and bends my knees, pressing them against my chest.
Damon begins pumping back into me. I moan as the new position gives him better access to my G-spot. He roughly grabs my thighs, pushing my legs closer to my chest. I grab his hands on my thighs and entwine my fingers with his.
My body begins to tense and I know that I'm about to reach my climax, but I'm determined to wait it out and cum with Damon. I disentangle our fingers and place my hands on his chest, pushing him up and off me; he slides out of me. Damon furrows his brow at me. I quickly push him down to his mattress and straddle his lap. I sit back on him, bringing his pulsing dick back into my core. He hits my G-spot and I bend down to kiss him, grinding my hips on him. His fingers dance over the soft skin of my back as I ride him.
I'm so close to cuming and I feel Damon's body tense, indicating that he's also close. I break from his lips and place my neck in front of his mouth.
"Bite me." I command.
Damon wraps his hand in my hair and secures my head in place. He licks the vein of my neck a couple times—his cold tongue perfectly contrasts the heat radiating off my skin. I sit back further on his dick and grind. Damon thrusts up into me one more time, hitting my G-spot and my walls clamp around him. I convulse around him just as Damon's sharp fangs dig into my neck, spilling my blood into his mouth.
Damon stops his thrusts and grunts against me as my pussy milks his cocks. I grab his wrist and raise it to my mouth, biting into his skin. His blood flows into my mouth and warms my entire system. I'm still riding out my orgasm, enjoying the sensation of his pulsing dick in my throbbing core. Damon thrusts into me one more time, making another wave of pleasure wash over me. The edges of my vision blurs and tingles erupt across my skin. Damon's body shakes as he explodes in me. I love the feeling of his seed warming me from the inside.
I retract my fangs from his wrist and he retracts his from my throat. He falls on top of me and rests his head on my bare breast, breathing heavily. He adjusts his body and slips out of me. I run my fingers through his hair and let my head fall back against the soft pillows, closing my eyes in content. I drape my calf over his calf. We're both beaded with sweat and we lay there like that for a while, enjoying the peace of the moment.
A ringing cellphone breaks the silence and Damon groans in disappointment, wrapping his arms tighter around me. I chuckle and lightly trace circles on his shoulder blades with my fingertips. It's my phone and I recognize the personalized ringtone—Caroline's calling.
I know what would happen if I pick up that phone—I'll be scolded. She'll try to make me feel guilty for being with Damon, and she'll try to make me go back to Stefan. Well honestly, I'm sick of it. I pull Damon closer to me and let my phone go to voicemail. Silence reclaims the room and I exhale deeply, letting myself be comfortable and content in Damon's arms…letting myself be happy.
"Did you mean it?" Damon mumbles against my chest after a while.
"Did I mean what?" I ask, furrowing my brow in confusion.
"Are you falling in love with me?" Damon's voice comes out hesitantly, almost shyly, fearing rejection. I sigh and adjust my position, forcing him to prop his chin up on the bridge between my breasts. I look down at him and he looks up at me, his cobalt eyes gently waiting for my response.
"No," I whisper, shaking my head. Damon's face tenses and he knits his brow together. I see hurt start to enter his irises, and I quickly smile down at him. He looks at my smile and cocks his head to the side in genuine confusion. My thumb brushes against his beautiful bottom lip and my smile widens, "I've already fallen in love with you."
A large smile breaks out on Damon's cheeks and all his previous hurt disappears from his façade. He props himself up on his elbows and army-crawls up my body. I giggle uncontrollably at his playful expression as he pins me down to the mattress with his body. He presses his lips to mine and gently kisses me, his tongue melding with mine tenderly.
"I love you, Elena." Damon whispers, breaking from my lips. "God, I love you so much." Damon pecks me on the lips and I smile.
"I love you too, Damon." I respond and the moment the words fall from my lips a loud crash sounds from Stefan's room and echoes around the house. Stefan must have punched a hole in the wall. I jump at the noise and look up at Damon. He simply shakes his head and presses his lips to mine. I melt into the kiss despite my morals and Stefan's outburst.
I become consumed in his touch and wrap my arms and legs around him, pulling him flush against my body. I start to get heated up again by his proximity. I can tell that Damon's also getting heated up; he's getting hard.
I know that things will never be easy for Damon and me, especially now with all of our emotions out on the table. But, as I lay here below Damon, feeling his erection nestled between my inner thighs, I know that facing all those challenges will be a hell-of a lot more fun and easier as long as I'm with him.
A/N: There you are! Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoyed. And have you seen the season 6 promo?! I'm dying. Okay well, happy Sunday and please review!