Round and Round
Smut ;) Beta'd by tattooed-she-wolf.
New Orleans. It was a beautiful city really, one Caroline had always wanted to travel to. But she couldn't really bring herself to care at the moment. She was on a mission to find a certain hybrid. He had left her his address with the words "If you ever find yourself in New Orleans..." Well, she found herself in New Orleans, and she was going to get her man.
It was dark by the time the cab pulled up in front of the old mansion, and she paid the driver, pulling out her one bag, before racing up the pathway leading to the front door. She knocked purposefully, no hesitance, because she finally knew what she wanted. If she had any doubts, she had to push them down, because she wasn't going to lose him before she even tried. When he didn't open the door after several long moments, she twisted the knob experimentally, knowing that if he was home would forgive her for the intrusion, and if he wasn't she would leave. Find a hotel for the night and try again the next day.
She walked through the house until her heightened hearing picked up the soft sounds of a paintbrush going over a canvas. She followed the sound, finally pushing another door open, and finding the object of her search. He was shirtless, and she appreciated his exposed back for a moment, before her eyes dropped down to the jeans that hung low on his hips. She raised her gaze again to what he was painting; her, the night of prom, and she wondered when he had seen her, what he had seen. She hadn't known he was there that night. Had he seen the kiss Tyler placed on her lips? Or had he seen her push him away from her, telling him she needed space, time alone?
His voice broke the quiet. "I'm coming, I'm coming. I just wanted to finish this first Marcel."
"It's not Marcel." He turned quickly, eyes widening almost imperceptibly in shock as he took her face in. He set the brush down on the table beside him, approaching her cautiously.
"What are you doing here Caroline?"
She thought about explaining her reasons to him. That she missed him. That she wanted him. That even though she had denied it for months, she didn't hate him and she wanted him in her life. But it was so much easier to show him, instead of telling him, and she suspected that actions spoke louder than words with him. So, with the same purpose with which she had come to New Orleans, the same drive that propelled her up his drive and into his house, had her walking forward, grabbing him by the back of his neck and pulling his lips down to hers.
Caroline would have been lying if she said she hadn't dreamt of this moment. Wondering what his lips would feel like moving over hers. The real thing was undeniably better than anything she had been able to come up with. He responded almost instantly, taking charge of the kiss, sweeping his tongue over her lips sensuously before pressing into her mouth. She made her intentions for the night very clear when she pressed her body tighter against his, a hand tracing over the hard planes of his torso to grasp his hardening length through the material of his jeans.
He tore his lips from hers with a growl, his hands moving to the hem of her shirt, pulling it off in one clean move. Her bra quickly followed, and she gasped when his large hands moved up to cup her breasts. One hand moved down to her lower back, pulling her closer to him once more, and his head lowered to attack her free breast with his mouth, licking and sucking, leaving her gasping and wanting in his arms. He detached himself from her, looking into her face with a slight smirk before his hands moved to push her shirt off her hips. She kicked her shoes off, glad she had worn flats, before she undid his belt, pushing his pants off of him, unsurprised to find that he wasn't wearing anything else underneath. Caroline moved until her back hit the bed, climbing unto it, scooting backwards, and he followed her, ripping her underwear off in one clean gesture. She thought about scolding him for a moment, but then when he was on top of her, wrapping her lips around his waist loosely, and his lips were on hers once more, she found that she couldn't quite find it in herself to care about the loss of the underwear. She could always buy more. And she was feeling completely distracted from her momentary anger when he rolled his hips into hers, his tip grazing over her opening
She would wonder later on how she had heard them through the noises that she and Klaus were making, all grunts and moans, skin sliding against skin. But she did; through the still open door she heard the quiet gasps of the two girls, the sound of the heartbeats reaching her ears. In that moment she didn't care who they were, though she recognized one heartbeat as human and the other as distinctly werewolf, all she knew was that jealousy overcame her knowing that there were two girls who had had the courage to approach his room. And in the sudden jealous haze that overcame her, she decided to show them that he was hers, as she intended to make herself his. With one quick motion she flipped them so she was on top.
"Sweetheart..." He chastised lightly, but she could see a slight gleam to his eyes. He knew they were there, he probably knew who they were, and she got the distinct feeling that he would let her do as she wanted. That he would enjoy what she had in mind.
"I like to have control sometimes to Klaus." She said with a sultry grin, moving down his body. Caroline kissed down his chest, and then down his length to the low growling sounds he was making. She smirked as she trailed kisses down his length, almost laughed when he growled out a low "Caroline" and then she took him into her mouth, slowly until she felt his length hit the back of her throat, and then she grasped the remainder of his shaft in her hand pumping him as she bobbed her head up and down, licking him slowly, twirling her tongue around his tip, before taking him back into her mouth. His hands were tugging on her hair, and she loved the delicious shocks it sent through her body.
She continued working him for several moments, loving the taste of him, until he pushed her away from him. "I want to be inside of you when I come, love." A shiver ran through her body, and she moved to straddle his waist quickly, sinking down onto his length. Caroline threw her head back with a loud moan, loving how he felt inside of her. She adjusted herself for a moment before she moved her body up, promptly slamming back down on him. She set a quick rhythm, and she cried out when one of his hands moved between their joined bodies, finding her clit and increasing the pleasure she was feeling.
When the hot stream of his release shot into her, she quickly followed tumbling over the edge and crashing down onto his chest as he held her. Both their breathing was heavy, and she wondered idly if their audience from before was still present. After a few minutes, garnering that they were indeed not still there, she asked softly, "Who were they?"
"Hayley, you know, but the other was Camille. Marcel, an old friend of mine, he's seeing her."
She nodded in understanding, before asking her other question. "And what were they doing coming into your room?" She didn't quite manage to keep out the anger and jealousy that leaked into her voice.
He chuckled slightly, lifting her chin up so that she was forced to look at him. "Is that jealousy I detect." She glowered at him slightly, but he continued on before she could retort. "They've been fighting for my attentions, though I have told them there is only one girl that I care for."
A slow smile stretched across her face. "Really?"
He flipped them over quickly so that she was underneath him once more, and he looked down at her with hooded eyes. "Really." He murmured, capturing her lips once more as his hands lowered down her body, finding her center again, thrusting two fingers into her suddenly. She arched her back into him, gripping his shoulders as he pumped in and out of her, finger fucking her slowly, bringing her to her climax as though he had all the time in the world. And she supposed he did. When she crashed, and did she crash, his fingers were removed from her, replaced by him again, pumping into her, riding out her waves of pleasure and bringing her there again. She fell again with a scream, arching into him. He followed soon after, collapsing against her, both spent but no where near sated.
They had a lot of catching up to do.
And when she next saw Hayley and was introduced to Camille, she felt no embarrassment, only a sense of satisfaction. He was hers, she was his, finally. She had proven that though he was the alpha male, she was the alpha female, and it was for her, only for her, that he would relinquish control.