Day 2
It wasn't appropriate, the way they went about things. Sneaking around in the wee hours of the morning, excusing themselves from dinner for bathroom breaks or fake phone calls, exchanging heated caresses and lust filled gazes as they passed each other in the hall.
In the back of her mind, Caroline knew it was deceitful, lying to Rebekah. Feigning a headache to avoid the movie. Saying it was her mother on the other end of the phone. That the smile on her face was from a text from her father.
Rebekah was her best friend…
But she couldn't tell her she was sleeping with her brother.
"You should go to bed, love," Klaus murmured against her lips, his hands dragging across the skin of her back under her flimsy tank top. "Rebekah will have your guts for garters if she wakes up to find you've snuck out."
Caroline giggled, shifting closer to him as she straddled his legs on the couch. "Even more so if she finds who I've snuck out to see."
His breath ghosted against her skin as he groaned when her hips ground into his, his obvious arousal brushing against her heated core through the thin fabric of her sleep shorts. The threw back his head, shifting his gaze to the closed door at the end of the hallway. Rebekah was sleeping less than ten feet away from where they sat, and while she quite literally slept like the dead, he was beginning to wonder if he really was such a scoundrel to ravish her college roommate just outside the bedroom door.
When Caroline's lips latched onto the skin just under his ear, he very nearly threw his every reserve to the wind.
Gritting his teeth, he pulled back, pushing Caroline away gently. He bit back a groan when he saw her flushed face and swollen lips, hair wild from his hands frantically running through them. "Go to be, love."
He began to shift, moving to remove her from his lap, and in a split second of certainty, Caroline knew exactly what she wanted in that moment.
She'd barely gotten a second alone with him the whole weekend, with Rebekah hovering. She wasn't going to let this one slid.
With both hands, she trailed down the length of his chest, pushing him back into the cushions as she grabbed his belt and yanked his hips up, grinding herself down into him until she could feel him throbbing against her again, hot and hard. She tugged at his lower lip with her teeth. "I don't wanna."
Fingers digging into her hips, Klaus sent her a warning look. "Not here, Caroline."
Her lips trailed across his jaw, nipping at his chin. "How come?"
"Rebekah, for one—"
"Sound asleep. I live with her—trust me, she won't be up anytime soon."
She swiveled her hips again, grinning when she heard him groan.
"Do you really want me to stop, Nik?"
For four hard beats of her heart he stared up at her, his blue eyes shadowed and lust-filled, and then with a growl, he wrapped a hand in her hair and roughly pulled her face down, crushing her lips to his in a bruising kiss. She moaned against him, her hands making quick work of his belt and the button to his jeans, and then she was being lifted and pushed back into the couch, his long, hard body pressing her into the cushions.
He felt her smile against him. Always getting her way, his little blonde vixen.
Bunching the hem of her shirt in his hands, he glided it up her torso, his fingers tickling against her skin. He could feel her chest rise and fall sporadically, and he smirked against her neck. He shifted, his lips traveling the path of newly exposed skin. Her chest was bare under the flimsy cotton, and he pulled until the very tops of her breasts were covered. His tongue darted out, tracing the under curves of her breasts, and he felt her body shiver.
"Nik," she whispered, her fingers threading through his hair as she pushed his head further onto her chest.
He grunting, grasping her shirt in his hands and whipping it off and over her head, and then he was feasting on her pert round breasts, licking and lapping. Caroline arched underneath him as his mouth closed over a nipple, his hand lavishing her other breast with the attention it wasn't receiving.
Caroline whimpered as his teeth tugged and teased, and she slid her hands from his hair, down his body, until she reached the metal zipper of his jeans. She slid it down agonizingly slow, and then her hand was slipping between his boxers, grasping him fully in a firm grip.
His mouth let go of her breast with a pop as he groaned, clenching his eyes shut as her hands started a steady rhythm, squeezing and twisting, her thumb grazing his glistening tip. He leaned his forehead against her chest, his breath escaping in heavy pants as her pace quickened. He gritted his teeth, groaning, and then reached down and pulled her hand away.
"You started this love," he whispered, pressing a kiss to her lips as he took in her confused expression. "At least let me finish it the way I want."
Caroline smiled, lifting her head to draw him into another kiss as her hands pulled at his jeans, pushing them down his legs. His hands were already making fasting work of her barely there sleep shorts, and then his fingers were rubbing against her slick folds, teasing and taunting until she was writhing beneath him.
"Nik, please," she begged, pressing her lips to his ear. "Finish it the way you want."
Klaus smirked, slipping a hand under her lower back and lifting her slightly as he settled between her thighs. He kissed her, a slow kiss that exuded a quiet authority, and then he entered her, a rush of movement that stole her breath.
He groaned low in his throat, the tightness of her walls clenching around him as he started a fast and steady rhythm, every roll of his hips drawing a pant from the blonde beneath him. Her hands clung to his shoulders as her hips cradled his, and their eyes bore into each other with every thrust.
Then he shifted, hooking his hands beneath her knees as he rose up, kneeling, and placed her legs on his shoulders. He gripped her calf, pressing a kiss to her ankle, before he thrust into her again.
Caroline gasped, a high pitched moan, as unexpected pleasure shot through her body. His hand was covering her mouth then, swallowing her moans, and she clenched her eyes shut as he pounded into her, the sound of the couch rocking under them.
"Right there?" he whispered, her moans causing a delicious vibration against his hand.
She nodded frantically, her fingers nails clawing at his arm. "Yes, right there is really good," she moaned, her words muffled by his strong hand. The hand that was perched against his shoulder slid down until it covered his ass, thrilling in the way the muscles clenched and flexed as he moved.
He hips pounded into hers relentlessly, so lost in the feeling of her slick walls and the brief flashes of pain from her nails digging into his flesh. He could feel his orgasm looming, could feel her walls clench and tighten, and he moved his hand to her center, his thumb rubbing a rough pattern against her throbbing core, and then she was arching under him, her legs tightening around his shoulders and her mouth open in a muffled scream. She shook against him, her climax firing sparks to every nerve of her body, and then he was groaning above her, his hips pounding into hers once, twice, three times, and then he collapsed on top of her, his hands resting against the armrest so his weight didn't crush her.
They were panting, their breaths mingling in the midnight, and then Caroline giggled, a soft, sated laughter.
Klaus grinned, pressing a kiss to her damp forehead as he pushed her blonde bangs away from her face.
"Perhaps girl's weekend should be a weekly tradition," he whispered against her skin, and he could feel her lips turn up into a smile.
