Damon laughed at his pathetic little brother Stephan. Apparently, the kid couldn't hold his liquor and had passed out before his date with Elena made it to his room like he'd hoped.
Damon grabbed the empty glass out of his brother's hand as he lay passed out on the couch. "I guess you can hold your liquor better," he sassed to Elena.
She shrugged, "I didn't down half a bottle of vodka like he did."
Eyeing his brother wearily, he set the glass on the table. "He's heading towards a drinking problem."
She shrugged and made to stand up. "Could you drive me home? That or I'll get an Uber."
"It's eight-thirty in the evening. He's a shitty boyfriend to make you go home so early."
Elena looked over at Stephan, sighed, and ran her fingers through her hair, "He did me a favor getting so drunk. It's a better reason to tell him it's over."
"Better than what?" Damon asked, curious.
She looked at Damon. "Better than telling him he's a narcissist, and I'm not interested in stroking his ego anymore."
"It took me years to figure that out, and you've had what, four dates with him?"
"Three," she corrected. "I'm not counting this one."
"What gave him away?"
"He's incredibly romantic," she sighed. "It's stereotypical, really."
"Yeah, I heard romance is awful," he teased.
She shook her head, "it's off the mark when he does it. He's not romantic in a way that is specific. I'm not making sense, am I?"
"Nope," he replied, popping the p. "He's not romantic enough?"
"No. It's that he's romantic in a flashy way. The romance isn't meant for me. It's meant for me to tell everyone what an amazing boyfriend he is. Everything sweet he does is engineered to have the most social impact on how people perceive him —like any narcissist."
"And how does passing out drunk fit into that?"
"One, why argue? You said you agree with me. Two, he's an alcoholic, and that's a whole separate issue."
Damon nodded, "I'm just pissed you caught it so much faster. Of course, he wasn't using me to build up what a wonderful boyfriend he is."
She laughed and leaned back on the couch. "No, he just tells everyone how awful you are so everyone knows that he's the better brother."
Raising one eyebrow, he sneered, "My father agrees."
"They're both idiots."
"Then why date Stephan?"
Elena sighed and picked at her nails. "It got Matt to stop asking me to get back together with him."
He couldn't figure out the woman in front of him. She didn't seem to be the type of person to take the easy way out of every situation, but that was what she had said she was doing time and again that night.
Damon walked over to the sideboard and poured himself a large glass of bourbon, and then sat down across from her.
"So Elena, tonight's the first time you ever came off as weak to me."
She didn't even pretend to misunderstand him. She sighed and said, "I'm not depressed, but I have zero energy to fight anymore. It feels like if I take a stand in one area, I have to take a stand everywhere, and that's just too damn much."
"Perfect, Elena is overwhelmed."
She snorted. "'Perfect Elena' is fucking made up. What I am a 'People pleaser, Elena.' My mom wants me to be a cheerleader, and my father wants me to get perfect grades so I can go pre-med; my friends want me to date the perfect guy. On top of that, the founding families want me to live up to the image they have of the doctor's daughter. The one who's best friends with the principal's daughter and the chief of police's daughter. They were okay with me dating Matt because he's the head quarterback and this town idolizes football, but dating Stephan, a member of the founding families, is even better. I am expected to volunteer at every opportunity available for causes, from animal to human. I have to wear pretty dresses to parties thrown by self-important people to please other self-important people. Ones that are thrown in honor of the families that just happened to start this town. I dance and smile and curtsey and make small talk with the 'right people,' and I'm expected never to make a mistake.
"And fuck yeah, I'm good at it!" She balled her fists and then added, "And if I make one damn little decision that displeases anyone, they feel they have the right to question me to my face. So no shit, I've begun taking the easy way out. It gets people to leave me alone!"
Damon took a sip of his bourbon after toasting her. Once he swallowed, he said, "You should have just lowered expectations from the beginning, like me."
She glared at him. "I don't have thick skin like you do. And I already admitted that I'm a people pleaser."
"What is it that you want, E-Lena?"
She looked at a passed-out Stephan. "To get to live my life on my own terms. To not need to hope he would cheat on me so everyone would understand why I broke up with him."
Damon leaned back in his chair and smirked at her. "You could cheat on him."
She huffed out an unamused laugh. "That would be the opposite of my personality. Plus, if he remembers, I did dump him before he passed out drunk tonight."
"New idea then," he said, giving her a smoldering look. "Rebel. Fuck someone they wouldn't accept for the perfect Elena."
She twisted her mouth and shook her head. "Again, I'm not up to facing everyone's disapproval. I do get that it's stupid, but I don't want people to judge me."
"You're really not used to going against society," he said, chastising her. "I never said you should tell anyone. I said fuck a bad boy and keep it a secret."
"And what "bad boy" do you think that I trust to keep his mouth shut?"
"Me," Damon supplied easily. He then drained his glass.
She eyed him wearily. "Bullshit. You'd absolutely tell Stephan you had sex with me."
"That does sound like me. But you're missing one thing. I want you. I want you in my bed screaming in pleasure, and I'd do anything to get you there. I'd even keep my mouth shut and not brag to my brother in order to you convince you to have sex with me."
Elena scoffed. "And why would I believe you'd keep quiet?"
"Because I'd get you in my bed."
Rolling her eyes, she said, "Except I don't believe I'm anything special, and I really don't believe you think I am either. We both know the truth: the 'perfect Elena' is just a façade."
He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. "Yes, true. But I don't want 'perfect Elena.' I want the Elena I see below the surface. The one who wants a love that consumes her. Someone who wants passion, adventure, and even a little danger."
Elena cocked her head, "And what are you in all of that?" She tried to withdraw a bit. He was spot on, and it unsettled her.
"I'm passion, adventure, and danger, and you know that."
She fidgeted with the hem of her shorts. "You wouldn't say anything?"
He chuckled. "I'll be silent as the grave, Elena."
Biting her lip, she asked, "How often… I mean, is it a one-time thing?"
"I'm comfortable being your booty call," he said teasingly. "I'm not putting a limit on the fun we could have together."
"I've lost my damn mind!" She said out of frustration. She figured it had to be the only reason she was even considering his proposal.
"Should I take that as a yes?" He asked while laughing.
She looked at Stephan again and frowned. "Could you tell him you heard me break up with him while he was drunk?"
"I would enjoy that quite a lot."
She stood and nodded. "Thank you. And hey, at least you get to tell him that part." She then started to walk away.
"Where are you headed?" Damon asked, confused.
"Your room. You coming?" She kept walking. "Or were you not being genuine about wanting to have sex."
He set down his glass hard and took off after her.
When he got to his room after her, he closed and locked the door. He had no reason to believe Stephan would wake up anytime soon, but he wasn't taking any chances.
He finally had Elena in his room, willing to have sex with him. He couldn't be more excited. She was all he wanted for years, and every other woman he'd been with was just a poor substitute for the one he really wanted.
He pulled her shirt off and tossed it to the floor. "Naked time."
She laughed nervously and asked, "You really won't say anything?"
"I'm starting to think you're ashamed of me, Elena." He couldn't keep a straight face, and he laughed.
She rolled her eyes, "Answer the question."
"I won't tell anyone."
Elena nodded slightly and pulled off her bra, tossing it by her shirt on the floor. "Good. Now, you mentioned the idea of you being my booty call. That all depends on how well tonight goes."
Her half-naked body entranced Damon. He wanted to mark her perfect breasts, but he knew he couldn't. That wouldn't be discreet, and that is what he knew this had to be.
Still, he could tell she had no expectations for seduction, which didn't surprise him. Not with the type of guys she dated.
Flipping her back to him and pressing her body to his chest, he fisted one breast. "I promise not to tell a soul that we've been together. That said, it doesn't mean that I promise to be tame. I will fuck this body of yours and even be a bit demanding with you." He unzipped her shorts and pushed his hand down under her panties, and slid two fingers between her damp folds. "When I'm with you, it's a requirement that you let go of all your inhibitions."
She moaned, lost in the pleasure his fingers were bringing her. "Okay." She would have agreed to anything at that moment. He was very talented with his hands. And with one playing with her pussy and the other her breast, she was having a very good time.
He chuckled and nibbled at her ear. "It's going to be so easy to outperform those boys you've been with."
She leaned her head back on his shoulder and moaned as he circled her clit with his fingers, driving her wild. "Feels so good," she moaned.
He pulled away from her and swatted her ass. "Get naked and climb on my bed." She shimmied off her shorts and climbed up on his bed, and laid down just like he ordered.
"Good, girl," he praised as he snapped a picture of her with his phone.
"Hey! I never said you could do that!"
He shrugged unconcerned and laid his phone back down. "I will keep any picture of you just to myself. They're strictly for masturbating later."
"Don't be gross, Damon," she scolded.
He rolled his eyes. "You're such a sheltered little girl, are you?"
She shot him a harsh look and said, "That's what I've been telling you!"
He chuckled, "I'm suddenly looking forward to teaching you how to have phone sex. I want to corrupt you completely."
She blushed and darted her eyes to the side, "I'm not completely naïve. I'm here naked, and you're completely clothed, aren't I?"
He laughed. "This is naughty in your book? You're cute."
She spread her legs in an attempt to be more bold in front of him. "Fine. Then teach me. Corrupt me."
Damon groaned with pleasure. "This is going to be so much fun. Have you been eaten out before?"
"Yes! Of course, I have!"
He raised one eyebrow at her and asked, "By a man that enjoyed it?"
"No."
Moving onto the bed, he laid on his back, still fully clothed. He liked the power play it was to have her completely naked for him like that. He beckoned her over with one finger crooked at her. "Sit on my face facing the headboard."
She obeyed immediately again, and that fact made his cock as hard as a rock. As she lowered her pussy to his face, he grabbed her breasts and pinched her nipples. He was rewarded by the taste of her very wet pussy when she settled on top of him.
He licked a stripe between her folds and heard her moan. Still, he decided she wanted her to be a bit more of an active participant. "Reach down and hold the lips of your pussy open for me. I want easy access to you." Again she obeyed right away.
Hands still playing with her tits, he sucked her clit, and she screamed in pleasure. He smirked into her pussy. He was very glad his brother passed out. Otherwise, it would be very hard to keep this all a secret with her being a screamer.
"Scream for me," he praised. Damon went back to licking her sweet pussy. "You're such a juicy peach. I could suck your cunt for hours and not get enough."
Elena was shocked over how much time he was spending down there. His own pleasure wasn't involved, she thought, and experience told her that men didn't put up with that for long.
That said, all she could think about was how amazing his tongue was. Not being able to help herself from the extreme pleasure, she began riding his face. Her hands were to his hair, and she gripped it, pressing his head firmly into her pussy, and she rode his tongue that lapped and sucked at her clit.
She scratched his scalp, and she begged for an orgasm. She rode his face as he pleasured her, and she screamed out again when she rocketed into an orgasm.
Damon licked her now slower, making her twitch as he savored the flavor of her now that things had become less frantic. The sweet, honeyed taste of her was the best thing he ever experienced.
Bonelessly she flopped down next to him and looked into his deep eyes. "You already can expect a call for more sex."
He caressed her face and said, "I'm glad you enjoyed that. I'm already addicted to your taste."
He stood and stripped off his clothes under her appreciative gaze. He flexed for her, pleased that she enjoyed his body.
He caressed her inner thighs. "One day, I want to use a remote-controlled vibrator on you. I want to be able to focus on the look of pleasure on your face."
She nodded slightly. "After my orgasm, I'm open to anything you want to do."
He raised one eyebrow at her, "That's dangerous to say."
Next, he opened his bedside table drawer, pulled out a condom, and rolled it on. "I have lots of things I want to do with your sexy body. That said, we move on to the fucking portion of the evening. After hearing your orgasm, it got me so hard my dick hurts." He then thrust his cock into her.
That night Elena found out how good it felt to stop being a people pleaser.