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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      The_Vampire_Diaries_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Bonnie_Bennett/Damon_Salvatore, Slight_Bonnie_Bennett/Jeremy_Gilbert,
      Implied_Elena_Gilbert/Stefan_Salvatore
  Character:
      Bonnie_Bennett, Damon_Salvatore, Stefan_Salvatore, Jeremy_Gilbert, Elena
      Gilbert
  Additional Tags:
      Humor, Sexual_Content, Sexual_Humor, Angst, Alternate_Universe, Explicit
      Sexual_Content
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-07-26 Completed: 2014-07-30 Chapters: 20/20 Words: 9336
****** Vivid Imagery ******
by anneryn7
Summary
     AU | Bamon | Damon wakes Bonnie from a vivid dream... That's not the
     only thing that Damon walks in on...
Notes
     I DO NOT OWN VAMPIRE DIARIES OR THE CHARACTERS.
***** Chapter 1 *****
Chapter One:
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My heart raced and my pulse skyrocketed as I felt his lips burn a wet trail
along my neck. His fingers danced across my body creating fire wherever he
touched. I love the way he makes me burn for him.
I elicited a low moan. His eyes twinkled with mischief coated in a thick sheet
of lust. I couldn't look away from him. I didn't want to. He's the only one who
has ever been able to make me feel like this.
Everything with him holds a new-found intimacy. His hands gripped my hips and
he gently rocked himself against me. I gyrated my hips against him. He let out
a low growl and nipped my neck.
I whimpered. I turned my face in search of his lips. I gasped as his thumb
brushed over my chest. He seemed to realize what I was trying to do; he caught
my bottom lip between his teeth and gave a gentle tug.
I pressed my open mouth against his, getting lost in the wet heat of his mouth.
His tongue thrust against mine. His fingers moved closer and closer to my
heated core as our tongues danced. We kept moving against each other in an
increasingly frantic rhythm.
He slipped a few fingers inside of me. I let out a sultry moan against his
mouth. He kept teasing me with his wicked touch. He pulled his face from mine,
barely giving me space to breath. His breath danced across my face. I flushed
with the heat of his breath.
We locked eyes as he thrust into me. I let out a stream of incoherent noises.
I heard loud footsteps and pounding. Where is the sound coming from?
I opened my eyes, confused. I tried to control my breathing as I looked for the
source of the noise. Someone's banging on my door. My door creaked open. I
blinked furiously to see who opened it.
Damon stepped inside.
"I heard moaning; are you alright?" Damon asked me.
***** Chapter 2 *****
Chapter Two:
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Damon smirked as if he knew exactly what had happened. He was loving that he
caught me in this kind of an awkward situation.
As hard as I tried to fight it, I could keep the blush from creeping into my
cheeks.
"I'm fine Damon." I told him, trying to keep my voice even. He smirked,
enjoying every second of this.
"You sounded a lot better than 'fine'." He pressed. Damon sat down on the bed
next to me. I had fallen asleep at Elena's. She's out of town with Stefan for
something… I can't remember what. Jeremy was crashing on the couch, and he gave
me his bed. Call me crazy, but I really didn't want to sleep where Elena and
Stefan were doing the naughty.
"Why are you in here, Damon?" I asked him. He looked at me intensely with his
eyes.
"I told you; I wanted to make sure that you were alright." Damon said in a
seductive, low voice.
"I'm sure you had my best interests at heart." I told him, completely doubtful.
"Tell me, Bonnie, just what were you dreaming about?" Damon asked in an
increasingly low voice. He moved closer to me, so I could feel his breath on my
ear. I shivered, involuntarily. The warmth from his breath is making my mind
replay everything that I had dreamt about.
"None of your business," I muttered, trying to concentrate.
"Really?" Damon, drawled out. "So, you weren't having a naughty dream about me,
then?" Damon asked, lightly running his tongue along my neck. I let out a light
moan and shook my head. He chuckled and let one of his fangs scrape my skin. "I
can hear your heart racing. Either you're lying… or I really turn you on."
Damon mused.
I glared at him, and moved away. What am I doing? I'm not having this
conversation with him. I have a million and one reasons why I shouldn't go near
Damon Salvatore. And right now, I'm starting to forget all of them.
I need some breathing room, before I do something that I'll seriously regret
later.
"Get out, Damon." I told him, quietly. He smirked and laid down next to me. I
sighed and crawled out of bed. He looked me over and smiled. I blushed and
looked away from him. I looked down, hesitantly… suddenly unable to remember
what I had chosen to sleep in. I was in an incredibly tiny pair of short, black
pajama shorts and an old crimson tank top.
"Do you always look that delectable when you sleep?" Damon asked. I flipped him
off. "If I promise not to piss you off anymore, do I get a reward?" He asked. I
fumed. I walked over to him, and pulled him into a sitting position. He smirked
and put his hands on my waist. I looked at his hands, confused as to why I
could feel his fingers on my bare skin. My shirt rode up while I was sleeping.
The hemline is almost at my rib cage. I hastily pushed it down.
I pulled Damon but he only responded by pulled me down on top of him, so I sat
straddling his lap.
"Last warning, Damon," I told him. He smirked. And got up, taking me with him.
"We're not finished with this conversation… not by a long shot." He said,
defiantly. I couldn't decide which I liked more… his lips? His agonizingly,
tantalizing lips… or his eyes... His eyes see right through me. I can't get
enough….
I forced myself to nod, before closing the door after he went into the hallway.
I flipped the lock and hurried into the bathroom.
If I don't do something about the warm, tingle in my core… then I'm never going
to get any sleep. I need a shower. He won't be able to hear me over the water…
right?
***** Chapter 3 *****
Chapter Three:
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I stripped out of my pajamas and tossed them to the floor. I grabbed a towel
out of underneath the sink and set it on the floor next to the shower. I opened
the shower curtain and flipped on the water. I raked my fingers through my hair
as I waited for the shower to heat up, impatiently.
I stepped into the shower and turned the water hotter. I groaned as the water
hit my skin. I pulled the curtain closed and shut my eyes. The water is hitting
all of the right places. The heat is seems to be amplifying what Damon started.
I feel so damn frustrated.
I picture Damon here… I picture Damon touching me, not the water. His mouth is
sucking on my neck and his fingers… his fingers are traveling to myheat. I
moaned softly as I touched myself. I leaned against the shower wall as I got a
face full of steaming water.
I continued to tease myself as dirty thoughts about Damon filled my head. I
took a shaky breath and plunged a finger inside of my core. I added another
finger and began scissoring myself. I moaned louder than I intended to.
I pressed a hand onto the wall, trying to get some form of support. My legs
feel like they are going to give out at any moment. I need… more. I need… him.
I kept moving my fingers, faster, harder, with more brutality.
Soon, all too soon, I found myself coming closer and closer to the edge. I
threw my head back and tried to muffle a strangled scream.
"Damon!" I panted as I came. I savored my ecstasy high. Mm, oh God. That was… I
needed that.
But, the burning sensation isn't leaving or fading. I almost cried in
irritation. This isn't enough. I slowly started to pump my fingers again.
I whipped my head to the side, hearing a low growl. What the hell?
"Are you sure that you don't want to tell me what I interrupted this time?" I
heard Damon ask in a low, sexy voice. I removed my hand and quickly rinsed it
off in the shower. Damon opened the curtain, barely an inch. "It looks like
you'd be more than… appreciative for my assistance." Damon said, licking his
lips.
***** Chapter 4 *****
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I growled in annoyance. I can't even bring myself to be angry with him. He
looks so undeniably sexy standing there, taunting me with those eyes. He pisses
me off to no end, but… Shit. I'm going to regret doing this.
"Damon," I panted, trying and failing to get my breathing under control. "Why
are you in here?" I asked him, barely above a whisper. I feel exposed as I felt
his gaze sweep over my naked body, drinking me in.
"You already know why I'm here. Don't toy with me…" He answered in a low, husky
voice. I could feel myself becoming steadily more wet. …He isn't even touching
me. "At least, don't toy with me this way." He corrected himself.
We locked eyes and I bit my lip. He gave me his signature smirk, the same smirk
that practically makes me want to dry hump.
As if he could read my thoughts, he took of his jacket and let it drop to the
floor; we never broke eye contact. He toed off his shoes and bent down, taking
his time to get a better look at my lower half, and removed his socks.
I flushed with slight embarrassment, but it was quickly overpowered by arousal.
He pulled off his shirt and held it for a second, making sure that I was paying
attention, before dropping it. He unbuttoned his jeans and stepped forward,
into the shower and avoiding the curtain. He unzipped the fly and pushed me
against the shower wall.
"I can do a lot better than your fingers." He whispered, his lips barely an
inch from mine. "I think you know that…" He added, pulling down his pants. I
reached down to help him. Once they were off, he tossed them outside of the
shower and closed the curtain.
"Can you?" I challenged. He smirked.
"You're about to find out." He answered. He reached down and touched my
stomach, letting his fingers trail lower and lower until they reached his
allotted destination. He groaned when he touched me. "Baby, you're so wet." He
said, quietly. I tried not to rock my hips against his hand.
"We are in the shower." I told him. My sarcasm was lost as I tried not to be
overtaken by lust.
"Somehow, I don't think this is water." He told me, evenly. He flashed me a
wicked smirk and slid a finger into me. I moaned and leaned against him. "This
is going to be fun." He whispered, against my lips. Oh yeah, fun.
***** Chapter 5 *****
Chapter Five:
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I moaned into his shoulder and rested my head in the groove of his neck. Thank
God he's a vampire, because my legs are sure as hell not going to support me.
He moved differently than I did, and he wasn't bluffing. He beats the hell out
of my fingers.
He moved his fingers softly then switched to swift, brutal movements and he
added little twists that almost had me lose all sanity because of the sensual
torture.
"You don't have to hide it, Bonnie. We're all alone in the house. Let me hear
all the sounds you make." Damon whispered in a breathy growl. I lost it. All
ounces of my control snapped and I groaned his name.
"Damon," I breathed. He grunted against me and pulled back. He didn't change
his hand movements, but instead, found a target for his mouth. He started
teasing my neck. It was all I could to do close my eyes and try to last longer.
He sucked my neck and my back arched against him. My hips bucked against his
hand. I gritted my teeth, in an effort to keep from screaming out. I never have
this much of a problem when I'm alone….
"Say my name, Bonnie." Damon whispered, in a silky whisper. I grunted and tried
not to see stars.
Damon stopped moving his fingers and pulled them out of me. He didn't let go of
me, but he stood there, watching me pant in irritation. I growled.
"Stop holding it in." He ordered; I shot him a near lethal glare. Before I
could do anything else to react, he thrust his fingers back inside and I
screamed. His movements are getting faster and stronger, and he isn't slowing
down.
I whimpered his name in a mantra of ecstasy. I couldn't prolong it any longer.
"Damon," I cried out and came hard on his fingers. He moved his hand and held
me to him, supporting me.
"What's the verdict Miss Bennett?" Damon asked, smirking arrogantly. I tried to
scowl and failed.
"I think you already know that answer." I retorted. He grinned.
"Of course I do; I just want to hear you say it." He agreed. I sighed, but
humored him anyway.
"My fingers have nothing on you." I told him quietly as I looked directly into
his eyes.
"Baby, I've barely gotten started." He told me quietly.
***** Chapter 6 *****
Chapter Six:
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I gave up trying to regulate my breathing. The look that Damon was giving me
just made my blood pump faster. I don't know why it's so hard to stay fucking
calm around him. It's pointless to try and get my heart to stop racing.
Damon looked at me and groaned.
"You have no idea how many times that I've pictured having you… like this.
You're so fucking sexy." He said in a husky whisper. I practically whimpered as
he moved his arms around my waist and let his hands drop the grab my ass to
pull me closer to him.
My skin is singing. I can't think about anything else while he's touching me. I
gasped as I felt his hardness brush my abdomen. I looked up at him, biting my
lip.
"I shouldn't – We shouldn't be doing this." I whispered, struggling to breathe,
because of our close proximity. Damon looked at me, intensely. I feel so naked
around him… I have nothing to hide behind. It feels like he sees through my
defenses, leaving me exposed.
"I don't see you leaving." Damon told me. He pressed himself further against
me. I moaned, and looked at him, knowing that my eyes were starting to glaze
over with wanting. "If you don't want this, you better push me away now;
otherwise I'm not going to stop." Damon warned. I nodded, gasping.
"No – Don't stop." I choked out. Damon licked his lips….
***** Chapter 7 *****
Chapter Seven:
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He leaned forward and nipped at my mouth, lightly. I parted my lips for him and
gave him access. He pushed me roughly, even further into the wall. I groaned
against him. His hands caressed my sides, as his tongue began fucking my mouth.
My hands found his back. I let my fingers dig into his skin as I raked my hands
against his back. He hissed against my mouth. If he's going to leave me with
bruises… then it's only fair. His eyes darkened as he looked at me. I smirked,
and tightened my hold on him, so he couldn't pull away as easily.
He used one of his hands to maneuver my body, so we fit better together. I
raised my leg and wrapped it around his waist. He held me up, making sure that
I was supported.
He ground his hips against mine, somehow angling himself perfectly. I closed my
eyes and whimpered. He continued to rock himself against me. I couldn't help
but to buck my hips against his.
I moved my mouth away from his and nearly hyperventilated, sucking oxygen down.
His eyes twinkled as he watched me struggle to breathe. He did this, now he's
watching the consequences… and loving it. I felt his gaze burn right through
me. He watched my chest rise and fall.
He leaned down and ran his tongue slowly over my nipple. I moaned, unable to
stop myself. He kept toying with it and wrapped his lips around it so he could
brush his fangs over it, making me quiver.
I moved my hands from his back to his hair. I tangled my fingers in his wet
hair. The hot water continually spraying us wasn't helping things either. I
don't know how much longer I can last. I need him to take me…. I want him to
take me.
This has gone on for long enough, but I don't want him to stop. I hate that I
can't touch him like I want to. I moved one of my hands from his hair, and let
it trail down his chest. I traced his sculpted abs and he groaned against me,
making his breath even hotter. He did something unexpected with his tongue; I
arched my back against him.
I moved my hand lower. I stroked his happy trail. He moved his mouth from what
he had been doing and hovered in front of my own, so I can see his eyes. I kept
my stokes light, and never moved past his stomach. He bared his teeth. And used
one of his hands to push mine further, finally getting me to touch his manhood.
He shivered and kept pushing my hand lower. I held him with feathery light
touches, with Damon guiding me to touch him harder and faster. I kept my
touches shallow, barely making contact. He hissed in frustration.
I started moving my hand harder and the look that he gave me was unmistakable.
His eyes were refusing to close, but they were completely lust coated, and
knowing that was my doing is making turned on beyond belief.
I concentrated harder on what I was doing and added a little twist to my wrist,
and he thrust into my hand. I traced the tip of his head with my finger and
brushed my thumb over the leaking crevice making hi squirm. I made my movements
faster and soon he was thrusting in and out of hand without holding back. He
grunted my name, and came, covering both of us.
"What did you say about just getting started?" I challenged. He smirked,
putting both on either side of me, against the shower wall.
"The witch has skills?" He questioned, looking in my eyes. I smirked.
"Never said I didn't," I retorted. He gave a short bark of husky laughter. He
moved one of his hands to grab the soap and clean us up. After he finished
cleaning, he started to rub his fingers against my now dripping heat. I shook
my head.
"Enough teasing," I told him, softly. He leaned closer and caught my bottom lip
between his teeth.
"Oh, is that right?" He teased. I glared at him, becoming increasingly
frustrated.
"Yes," I said simply. He laughed.
"If I understand correctly… You're telling me that you want me to fuck you."
Damon said, evenly, never breaking the eye contact.
"Come on baby, light my fire." I said, quietly, smirking. He chuckled darkly.
***** Chapter 8 *****
Chapter Eight:
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"This would be so much easier in a bed." Damon breathed, sexily. I looked at
him, biting my lip.
"Then we'd have to move." I pointed out. Realization seemed to dawn on him. He
pushed a finger inside of me, lazily.
"We'll save the bed for next time." Damon promised, smirking, as he pressed his
lower half closer to my middle. I groaned when I felt him against me.
"Next time?" I asked coyly. He nodded.
"Didn't think that I'd give you up that easily, did you?" Damon growled. I
thrust my hips against his hand as he continued to add fingers. "You're my
addiction now; I refuse to quit you." He whispered. I arched my back.
"Then don't." I hissed, pushing his hand away. He looked at me, confused, his
eyes twinkling with bewildered mischief. He picked me up and cupped my butt as
I wrapped both legs around his torso. He pressed me back against the wall. I
gritted my teeth at the force.
I rocked my hips against him. He rubbed his hardness against my hilt, eliciting
incoherent, jumbled sounds from me.
"D-Damon," I groaned. He pushed inside of me, thrusting in as far as our bodies
would allow. I screamed in pleasure. He grunted and pulled out of me just to
slam into me again, harder than before. I moved my hips to match my thrusts
with his, trying to keep up with him.
"Oh God…" I moaned, this is more like it.
"Not God, baby…" He breathed. With each movement I felt him push further,
nearly mimicking ripping my body in half…. Pain never felt this good.
We kept moving, or movements getting faster and increasingly more frantic and
animalistic. Hearing my name drip from his tongue made my body hum for him.
With a final thrust I felt a wave of ecstasy wash over me. I cried Damon's
name, he finished close behind.
We kept gyrating, slowly, riding out our highs. I panted, looking up at him,
blissfully. He smirked.
"Addicted yet?" He asked me.
"Not sure," I told him. He laughed and nipped at my neck. "Better give me
another taste," I told him, in a sultry whisper.
***** Chapter 9 *****
Chapter Nine:
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Damon smirked at me, deviously. I couldn't help the blush that crept into my
cheeks.
"I hope you're ready for that taste you asked for." Damon told me, wickedly. I
bit my lip.
"And if I am?" I questioned. He just smirked. Everything around us blurred as
we fell backwards and to the side. Damon was lying on the shower floor, and I'm
straddling him. We never made a sound. I shifted, trying to get used to the
slightly new position. He grunted. I rolled my hips as I realized that we were
still connected.
I laid my hands against his chest, and pushed against him, using him as
support. If we're going to be doing this, like this, then I'm in control. Damon
moved to grip my waist, to make us move faster. I swatted his hands away and
glared at him. He moved to do it again, but I stopped moving. He groaned.
"Not this time," I warned. I started moving after he stopped his protests.
Right now, he's only along for the ride. He's just got to deal with it.
I quickly found my rhythm. I started to lose myself in the sex. I felt his
hands all over me. I love this feeling.
"Uh, God," I moaned, as we continued to rock against each other. He thrust his
hips up, making himself go deeper and deeper inside. I screamed, unable to
control myself any longer.
I felt him lean forward and bite the top of my breast. I moaned and arched my
back. He drank some. It wasn't painful… just increased the pleasure. He pulled
back and licked the wound before moving, sharply.
My eyes almost rolled back into my head. I felt my toes curl. I could hear
myself screaming, but none of it registered. I can't stand this much pleasure
at once. I just needed more.
We moved faster. Damon sat up and we rocked even faster, harder. We both
slipped into our ecstasy.
I closed my eyes and fell onto Damon. He held me. We moved onto our sides and
finally disconnected our bodies. I laid contently next to him. I felt him
stiffen and pull me further into his side. I opened my eyes, tiredly. I glanced
up and practically jumped out of my skin.
I never even heard the bathroom door or the shower curtain pull open. Shit.
***** Chapter 10 *****
Chapter Ten:
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"J-Jeremy…" I stuttered. I looked at him in shock. No words can describe this
embarrassment. Oh shit; we're fucked. "What are you doing in here?" I asked
quietly. He didn't say a word, clearly shocked.
"Feel free to get out." Damon told him, with a slight smirk. Jeremy finally
seemed to realize what he had witnessed. He moved his hand from the shower
curtain and averted his gaze, trying not to look at our nakedness.
"You… and Damon?" He said, confused. He looked back at us with a fearfully look
on his face. "You didn't… in my bed… did you?" He asked. I hurriedly shook my
head. He took a breath of relief. "I'll let you… yeah. I have… something to go
do… See you tomorrow." Jeremy decided, and then left quickly. Damon reached up
and closed the shower curtain, still holding me. I buried my face in his
should, mortified.
"Oh God," I whispered into Damon's shoulder. His body shook with light
laughter. I glared at him, knowing he couldn't see me, and I punched his arm. I
lifted my face so he could see my glare. He laughed harder and looked down at
me. "How did you not hear him?" I demanded, pissed off.
"I was a bit preoccupied." He said, laughing.
"Arrogant jackass," I insulted. He smirked and maneuvered his body so he was
now on top of me.
"An arrogant jackass that you can't seem to get enough of," he countered. He
leaned forward and nuzzled my neck, trying to prove a point. I grimaced, hiding
the fact that I was enjoying every second of it.
"Get off of me, Damon." I hissed. He looked up at me, surprised. "I'm getting
out of the shower. I can't control what you do." I told him, matter-of-factly.
"And if I don't move?" He asked. I glared.
"Then you really will be on fire." I told him. He smirked but didn't move.
"This isn't over." He told me, smugly. I sighed.
"No shit. But, I want out of the shower." I told him.
"Where then?" He asked. I shook my head.
"I'm going to Jeremy's bed. I'm tired." I told him. His smirk grew.
"I knew you'd want a bed, sooner or later." He said, slyly. I rolled my eyes.
"We're not having sex in Jeremy's bed." I told him, decidedly.
"We'll see about that." He retorted.
***** Chapter 11 *****
Chapter Eleven:
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I closed my eyes and tried to drift off to sleep. But, Damon is making sure
that it's impossible.
"You can't sleep yet." Damon whispered, practically crawling over me. He
already had an arm around my waist and his back pressed to my side.
"Yes, I can." I told him, sleepily. He nuzzled my neck and caressed my side. I
sighed, a mix between frustration and pleasure.
"I'm not done with you, yet." He said in an arousing whisper. I felt my eyelids
flutter against my accord.
"I'm not yours to control. Just because we slept together, doesn't mean it's
going to keep happening." I told him, softly. He chuckled darkly.
"Oh, is that right?" He asked.
"Not tonight, anyway." I answered. He slipped his hand underneath my shirt and
started massaging my tired body, paying special attention to my now aching
breast. "Damon," I growled. I can just picture him smirking.
"Don't you know what I would to do you, if you just gave in?" He questioned, as
he turned up the heat. I only whimpered a response. "I'd go as deep as I
could." He whispered as his caught my earlobe between his teeth and ran his
tongue across it. I shuddered. "Then, I'd pull out and I'd rub my tip around
your pussy, teasing you." He continued. I clamped my eyes shut tighter; I don't
want him to win this. "Then, I'd thrust back into you, harder than before,
making you scream." He finished.
I felt him growing hard, beside me. My pulse skyrocketed, and my heart went
into overdrive.
"No – no, we're not doing this." I told him, defiantly. I opened my eyes to see
his face. "Not in his bed. Not tonight." I told him. I'm not some whore that'll
spread her legs whenever he's in the mood. He needs to realize that.
"You won't make it a day without me." He said, smugly. I scoffed.
"Fine, but you're leaving for the night." I told him. His smirk dropped. He
looked pissed.
"I'll see you in the morning." He said letting his eyes raked over my body. He
leaned over me and placed a chaste kiss on my lips. He pulled back, and then
slammed his mouth to mine harder. The kiss grew frantic and increasingly
heated. I managed to wiggle an arm in between the middle of us. I pressed my
hand against his chest and pushed him off.
"Goodnight, Damon." I told him. He got off of the bed, and put his shirt back
on, slowly.
I watched him leave, feeling empowered and frustrated. I looked over at the
bedside table next to Jeremy's bed and grabbed my phone. There's no need for
Jeremy to stay gone, if Damon isn't here.
'Hey, Damon left for the night. Sorry about earlier. So embarrassing.
-Bonnie'
I sent him a text. Not even a minute later my phone started vibrating in my
hand.
'I should really learn how to knock; it's not your fault. I just thought you
were in trouble, or something. Don't worry about it. I'll be back in a bit.
-J'
I put my phone back on the table, and closed my eyes. What have I gotten myself
into?
***** Chapter 12 *****
Chapter Twelve:
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I sat up with a start. I looked around until I found the person who sat down on
the bed next to me. I must have dozed off after I texted Jeremy.
It's just Jeremy. I let out a small breath of relief. Damon had promised to
stay away 'til morning, but if he had come back, I'm not sure that I would be
able to stay strong.
I felt Jeremy's eyes follow me. He's staring at me with the oddest expression
on his face.
"Jere, are you okay?" I asked him, softly. He gave me a half smile, and his
face relaxed.
"I never pegged you for a Salvatore brother lover." He said, amused. Even I
chuckled a little at his comment.
"Can't control your type, I suppose." I told him. He laughed.
"You know, if you wanted to have sex in my bed, all you had to do was ask." He
said, in a low, oddly seductive voice. My jaw dropped a little bit. "I can't
stop thinking about you, after I saw you in the shower earlier." He added,
quietly. My mind was reeling. Did he really just say that?
"Jeremy…" I started.
"Don't you know that vampires aren't the best type of company to keep?" He
asked. I let out nervous laugh.
"You're great, you are. I just… I'm pining for Damon, and I'm not the type of
girl to jump someone else, while I have feelings for another person." I told
him, trying to soften the rejection. It's true, Jeremy is great. I mean, it's
not hard to realize that he's a hottie. But he's also Elena's brother, and I
can't stop thinking about Damon. Sleeping with Jeremy would be an epic mistake,
point, blank.
Jeremy looked at me with lustful, hungry eyes.
"I didn't expect you to say anything else. I know you, Bennett." He teased and
cracked a smile. "Truthfully though, wouldn't kissing me, be excellent for
making him jealous?" He asked.
"That's a dangerous game, Jere." I told him. Did he know what he was asking to
get into?
"He's going to be back in the morning." I told him.
"Alright, then I'll sleep here with you. We'll see what happens." He decided. I
shrugged.
"I'm game, if you are." I told him. With that, Jeremy leaned forward and kissed
me. My breath caught and kissed him back. It's all about the jealousy.
Jeremy maneuvered himself so he was right in front of me. He gently leaned his
body forward, so I was pushed backwards against the mattress. Jeremy nibbled at
my bottom lip until I opened my mouth for him. He moved his tongue inside and
our tongues danced. I gasped against him. His hands raked my sides and found
their way inside my shirt.
Every time the making out threatened to go too far, I pulled back and we
stopped.
-.-
"You're mine Bonnie. You should know that I don't share well with others."
Damon growled. His voice woke me up out a deep sleep. Jeremy smirked at him,
from beside me. I blinked. Oh shit. Maybe this wasn't a good idea, after all.
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Seeing Damon's face made everything sink in. What did I do? Why did I go that
far with Jeremy? My mind was reeling. After everything that Damon and I did, I
wasn't thinking straight.
Honestly, I didn't actually expect Damon to leave. I figured he'd stay and
watch me from outside of the house. He knew exactly how to make my blood bubble
in all the right ways. I don't know what came over me; I just wanted Damon
jealous.
I've seen him jealous of Elena… and Katherine… and well… nothing's sexier than
a jealous Damon. But, now the question is: what have I gotten myself into?
I looked up at Damon. He had a dangerous, possessive look in his eyes.
"Oh, so I'm yours now?" I asked, coyly. Damon gave me a predatory smirk.
"Have you ever known me to share anything, willingly?" He retorted. I struggled
to maintain steady breathing. He's not even trying, and I'm already so hot for
him.
I felt Jeremy shift uncomfortably, next to me. I forgot he was here. I became
painfully aware of the fact that Damon was trying to burn holes into Jeremy's
skin by simply glaring at him.
"Have you ever tried?" I asked him. Damon's smirk grew, thoroughly more amused.
"No," he answered, no consideration necessary.
"Good, I don't want you to start." I told him, breathlessly. Jeremy sauntered
off of the bed and walked over to Damon. I climbed out of bed and followed him.
He should know better than to try and start something with a pissed off Damon.
Is he fickle? Or just plain stupid?
"Next time you think about killing me, don't." Jeremy told Damon, softly. Is
this what all of this is about? Revenge?
"Next I time I think about killing you, you won't be coming back." Damon told
him, with a malicious smirk. Damon pinned Jeremy to the wall, and pressed his
forearm against his neck, cutting off his air supply. "Don't. Touch. Her.
Again." Damon growled. Jeremy didn't say a word; he didn't have to.
"Damon," I said, finding my voice. I cleared my throat. "Let him go." I told
him. Damon dropped his arm. And he and Jeremy stared at each other, and then
Jeremy left, leaving us in his room, with the door shut.
"What were you playing at?" Damon demanded in a silky voice. I groaned,
inwardly.
"Do you have any idea how hot you are, when you're jealous?" I asked him, with
a small smile. He smirked.
"You wanted me to be jealous?" He asked.
"It worked." I pointed out.
"What did you let him do?" Damon asked.
"What do you think?" I questioned back.
"I think you have a lot of groveling to do, to make up for it. But you can
start by taking your shirt off." He whispered as he sucked on my neck. I
gasped.
"Why don't you take it off, and I can start making it up to you?" I
compromised. Lust sparked across his eyes.
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Chapter Fourteen:
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Damon didn't waste any time. He pulled me to him and threw me onto the bed. I
landed rough, but was uninjured. Damon pounced and hovered over me. He made
sure that I was looking him in the eye and he slowly took my shirt off.
He pushed me back against the bed, so I knew I was under his control. I love
the way he's taking charge. It gives him an even sexier edge. Being manhandled
by him, makes me wet.
His lips traced my collar bone, as he pinned my wrists over my head, onto the
bed beneath us. I couldn't touch him. I bucked my hips, involuntarily. Damon's
eyes darkened as he decided exactly how he wanted to play with me.
"Tell me what you did with him." Damon growled. I looked at him, trying to
focus on his eyes. He rocked himself against me, making it increasingly
difficult.
"You already know." I breathed. Damon gave me a sly, slight smirk.
"I want you to say it." He pressed, rocking harder. I gritted my teeth,
suppressing a moan.
"Are you telling me, that you didn't watch?" I questioned him, in a hoarse
voice. Damon stilled his movements and looked at me with a glint in his eyes.
"You knew I was watching…" He said, slowly, realizing something that he hadn't,
before. I gave him a small, curt nod. Damon's smirk grew. "All of that to make
me jealous… tisk, tisk." He continued. I watched him, trying to figure out what
he would do next.
I managed to wiggle my legs out from underneath of his hot body. I wrapped both
legs around his waist, bringing our lower halves closer together.
"I can smell him all over you." Damon whispered as he brought his lips closer
to my own.
"So what are you going to do about it?" I asked him.
"Fix it." He replied before slamming his lips to mine. He let go of my wrists,
only to hold them both in one hand, still suspended over my head. He raked my
side with his fingers. I closed my eyes against his touch. He gently reached
behind him and unhooked my legs. He yanked my shorts down. And practically tore
off my panties.
He ran a hand along my thigh and down to my knee, bringing it closer to his
side. I hooked my leg around him. Without warning, he slammed two fingers
inside of my heat. My eyes slammed closed and I screamed.
This was different than what happened last night. This isn't just lust-driven
sex. This is possessive and rough.
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Chapter Fifteen:
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I moaned as he moved his fingers, briskly inside me. I gyrated my hips on his
fingers, trying to intensify the feeling of amazing torture.
Without warning, I pushed him away from me. I hated not feeling him inside of
me. His lust coated eyes gave me a confused look. I smirked at his confusion.
I bit my lip. "Doesn't it bother you, that you can still smell himallover me?"
I asked him, curtly. Damon's eyes darkened and pushed me backwards onto the
bed, angrily.
"You can't honestly be thinking about Gilbert, right now." He said in a
dangerously low voice. I shook my head, slowly.
"I'm not. But… if you don't give me something betterthink about, I might
start." I told him, daring him to give me the satisfaction that he'd been
teasing me with. He gave me a wicked smirk. He knew that two could play this
game.
"What are you saying, witch?" He asked, seductively, lightly running his tongue
in the crevice of my neck. I bit down on my lip harder, stopping myself from
gasping.
"I'm saying," I drawled, "I want you inside of me… Not your fingers." I
whispered heatedly. I felt him stiffen against me, and start thrusting his
midsection, gently against mine. His fingers crept up my abdomen, leaving a
burning trail behind him.
"Which part of me do you want inside me, Bonnie?" He asked in a voice that made
all of me quiver.
"You know which part." I told him, finding it very hard to concentrate.
"I want to hear you say it… Otherwise I just might not be able to deliver." He
lied, huskily.
"Mmm… I want…. your cock inside me, Damon." I gasped. I felt him smirk against
my neck, before gently biting down, playfully. I hissed, loving the pleasure
and pain that it brought me.
"I think I can manage that." He said. I barely had time to process his words
when I felt him thrust inside of me. I moaned unabashedly, now. Thank goddess
for vampire speed. I ground myself against him, trying to create more friction.
We never even heard our phones go off…
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Chapter Sixteen:
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I rocked my hips against his, trying to keep up with his thrusts. I hissed; I
can feel his hands everywhere. I feel like I'm on fire, and I love that he's
the one that engulfs me in flames. I put my hand to his neck, so I could look
into his eyes as he plowed into me.
I bit down on his neck, letting him know how it felt. He started moving with
reckless abandon. His hand went to the back of my head, keeping my mouth on his
neck. I bit harder, able to taste his sweet blood.
"Fuck, Bonnie!" Damon growled. I moved against him, nothing is enough. I need
more of him. What he makes me feel is unreal. He makes me hotter than anyone
can. I can feel the burn of pleasure, the steady satisfaction that isn't enough
to completely satisfy. We slammed together. I moaned incoherent things as my
pleasure grew.
I felt the bed rocking beneath us. I moved my mouth from Damon's neck. I want
to see his face. He looked in my eyes and started sucking his blood off of my
lips.
"Hey Bonnie, you here? You didn't answer your phone." I turned my head and saw
Stefan walking into the room. He was looking at his phone.
"Shit. Damon. Stop. Look." I gasped. Damon looked up and glared. We broke apart
and Damon threw pants on, hurriedly. He walked into front of Stefan before he
could see anything. I scrambled around throwing my clothes on, as quickly as I
could.
"What are you doing here, brother?" Damon asked Stefan. Stefan looked at me and
glared at Damon.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing? I can smell sex all over her!" Stefan
growled.
"It's none of your concern." Damon said, deviously. I moved around them and
started walking towards the door, when Stefan grabbed my arm.
"He's not good for you." Stefan warned. I scoffed.
"Like you have room to talk," I told him.
"Stefan, did you find them?" Elena asked from outside the door.
"Fuck my life." I said, quietly. Damon laughed.
"And cue drama." Damon said, putting an arm around me. I rolled my eyes as
Elena walked in.
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"What's going on?" Elena asked, looking from me to Damon. Stefan stared at us,
expectantly. I shifted closer to Damon.
"Nothing's going on." I said, softly. Stefan made a small sound of disbelief,
but it was enough to make Elena doubtful.
"What does it look like?" Damon said, as he noticeably moved his arm around me,
to pull me closer to him. He began kissing my neck, slowly and tantalizingly. I
repressed a shutter. I moved my neck away from Damon and looked Elena in the
eye.
"That's what's going on." I told her, quietly. Her face clouded with an
unreadable emotion.
"The fuck it is!" She exclaimed. Everyone looked at her, in shock. "You can't
be serious, right now. Bonnie, get real. You know what he is." She spat. I
looked at her wide-eyed, in shock.
"It's not really your decision to make, Elena." I told her, evenly. Seriously,
what say could she have? I know; I know. It's Damon. Even she has to admit that
she trusts him, at least a little bit.
"You know that I've always had a thing for witches." Damon told Elena,
enunciating every syllable. "It doesn't hurt that she's sexy as hell." He
added, smirking at Elena's uncomfortable expression. "What's wrong Elena? Don't
you approve of my new… interest?" Damon asked, taunting her.
"I think we all know that you can't be trusted Damon." Stefan told him,
quietly.
"You trust him enough, when it counts." I reminded them. I could feel Damon
smirking next to me.
"Well, this was… awkward. Let's not do this again sometime. Now, if you'll
excuse us, we need to finish something that you so rudely interrupted." Damon
excused as he lead me out of Jeremy's bedroom.
"Where are we going?" I asked, smirking.
"Anywhere but here," Damon told me, winking. "We have some veryunfinished
business."
"Take me to your fortress of erotica Mr. Salvatore." I told him, giggling. He
winked at me as he picked me up and took me to the Salvatore boarding house.
"Am I going to get to see the infamous bedroom of yours?" I asked, coyly. He
smirked and carried me up the stairs.
"You've been a very, very naughty witch Miss Bennett." Damon said in a low
voice. "What do you think I should do about that?" He questioned. I bit my lip.
"Well… you could always be naughty with me." I told him, feigning innocence. He
winked at me.
"I could… but that would be condoning your dirty behavior." He drawled. I
looked up at him, wide-eyed.
"Are you saying that you don't like it when I'm naughty with you?" I asked him.
He set me down on top of his bed while he closed the door. I toed off my shoes
and laid back on his bed.
"I'm saying that I think that I should show you the error of your ways, and
teach you a lesson, dear one." He said, mischievously.
"And how are you planning on doing that?" I asked him.
"By showing you how bad girls get treated." He replied, simply.
"Oh really?" I asked him, playing along. He nodded. I bit my lip then crawled
off of the bed and stood up. I unbuttoned my pants and pulled them off and let
them drop to the floor, then lifted my shirt slowly until it was high enough to
pull off. "What are you going to do about this?" I asked him. I took off my bra
and hooked my thumbs through either side of my now wet panties. He growled and
moved close to me. He started to touch me. "You don't get to touch unless you
lose the shirt." I told him, defiantly. He rolled his eyes, but ripped it off.
"You really are being a naughty witch." He said quietly. He moved his hand to
my inner thigh and brought it up to my dripping heat. I gasped. He pushed me
onto the bed and pulled me close him after he sat down. He leaned me over his
legs and brought his hand down on my ass lightly. "This is what happens when
you're naughty." He told me. I squirmed underneath the heat of his hand. It
didn't hurt, but I didn't expect it to excite me as much as it does.
"Is that it?" I asked him. He smirked.
"As it turns out, I like naughty women. So your punishment will be making you
beg for me to let you come, making you cry for it, and then you're going to
scream my name." He whispered, seductively. My body shuddered against him. Oh
God, I want him.
"Prove it."
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I sucked in a breath as Damon kissed his way up my body. He took off my bra
with him and paid special attention to my now bare breasts. I moved underneath
of him, feeling the heat of his body radiate off of mine. He sucked on my neck,
lightly – leaving a trail burning, leading to my navel.
He continued his tortuously slow path to the hem of my underwear. He lifted his
face and locked eyes with me. I couldn't think of anything but his eyes when I
lost myself in his intense blue. He smirked and started kissing my inner thighs
as he kept eye contact. I shuddered against his lips.
"I'm just warming up, Bennett. Just wait – you'll be begging for it." He said,
wickedly low. I bit my lip. He looped his thumbs through the sides of my only
undergarment and pulled it off. He slowly licked my wet heat. I groaned. His
smirk returned. "You even taste naughty."
I couldn't bring myself to answer him – I was too distracted by his tongue. He
started making circles with it on my nub. I bit down on my lip to keep from
crying out. He started humming. The vibrations were too much and my hips
twitched. I can't keep still. I cried out. He gave me a look of triumph. I
shook my head.
He doubled his speed and his movements became faster. I grunted and squeezed my
eyes closed. He wasn't joking. I can feel myself getting closer and closer. I
can feel the pressure building. I can almost taste my release.
And as soon as he started, he stopped and moved off of my wanting body. I
glared at him.
"Ass." I can't believe he'd do that.
"Let me hear it."
"Hear what?" I asked.
"I want to hear you beg." He whispered. I shook my head defiantly.
"No."
"Fine, I'll just have to make it harder on you, then." He took hold of my hips
and jerked my body towards him and he pressed feather-light kisses all over my
womanhood. I gasped. He started massaging everywhere but my sensitive spot with
his tongue. I whimpered. Only Damon could do this to me.
He kept teasing me. He pushed a finger inside and started rubbing my G spot. I
writhed underneath of him. He put a hand on my stomach and held me down.
He started licking my clit faster this time. I didn't have time to censor the
sounds dripping from my lips. He's sinfully good at this. If he doesn't stop
soon, I'm going to finish. He knows that. He has to. And just like before, he
stopped a hair before I can crashing into my release. I grunted with
frustration.
"Stop teasing me!" I growled. He smirked.
"You know what you have to do."
"Damon, please, let me come." I whispered. I feel pathetic. He's enjoying every
second of this, too. I saw the glint in his eyes. His smirk grew.
"I'm sorry, can you say that a little louder. I had a hard time hearing you."
He said, eyes widening. My glare deepened.
"Damon, let me come." I told him, slowly, in my regular voice. His gaze
thickened. He knows that he won. True to his word, he lowered his head and went
back to work. He moved his tongue in a way that only a man of his experience
would know how to do. He worked his finger and his tongue. I can feel it coming
closer and closer.
I dug my fingers into his sheets.
"Damon… Oh, God." I gasped. My body clenched and for a second, I couldn't feel
anything, until the crash. I screamed his name and clutched the sheets. My body
radiated against his mouth. I rode out my ecstasy making incoherent noises
against him.
I felt him move away from me and place small kisses on my neck, and on my lips,
quieting me.
"Thank you." I whispered against his lips, when my breathing calmed down,
again. He smiled.
"You're welcome, and I won. SO, you now owe me."
"And what do I owe you Mr. Salvatore?" I questioned.
"Make love to me." He whispered. I smirked.
"If you insist."
***** Chapter 19 *****
Chapter Nineteen:
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I crawled over Damon and pulled his shirt off. I kissed my way down his torso
and started to unbutton his pants, as I kissed his navel.
"You know, I could be filling you up, if you were going faster." He voiced as I
shimmied his pants down.
"Tisk, tisk, patience is a virtue." I scolded as I got off of the bed to pull
his pants off, all of the way. He looked at me darkly. He picked me up and
pinned me to the bed. He bent down and licked my neck, slowly. I whimpered. He
started kissing my neck feeling up on my sides.
I pushed him backwards and switched our positions. I moved on top of him and
teased his mouth. My fingers trailed over his chest and his stomach. I grinded
against him, slowly.
"Stop teasing me." He commanded.
"Now you know how it feels." I shot back. He rolled his eyes. "My pace," I told
him. I kept grinding, going slower. He growled in frustration. I bent down and
bit down on his neck, lightly. He groaned. I bit down, again. Figures that he'd
like it… normally he would do the biting.
Before I could blink, I was on my back. He looked at me and thrusted slowly
into my heat. I bit my lip. He moved at glacial speed. I grimaced and put my
hands on his butt to pull him farther into me, but he stayed where he was. I
growled and maneuvered enough to worm my way back on top. I rode him faster
than before. He grasped my sides, moving me faster.
The door crashed open. I looked over to the doorway.
"Get out!" Damon yelled at Stefan. I tried to move off of him, but Damon held
me in place. "We are busy." He growled. Stefan didn't stay long enough to
apologize… or close the door.
I tried to move to shut it, but Damon rooted me in place. He leaned forward,
pushing me backwards, and got off the bed… holding me… We never broke apart. He
latched and locked the door. He leaned me against the door and started
thrusting. I wrapped my legs around his waist and my arms behind his neck.
"I really hope Stefan doesn't hear us." I groaned.
"Maybe he'll learn something."
***** Chapter 20 *****
Chapter Twenty:
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"You know, we should really shower." Damon pulled me closer to him on the bed.
"Or, I could shower and you could stay here." I teased.
"I wasn't asking your permission."
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Damon washed my back and other things. His hand started creeping down my
stomach. I stepped away from him and shook my head. I started cleaning him.
"As much as I've been enjoying our newest hobby of choice, I'm tired. And don't
get me started on how sore I am. There won't be anymore sex for a few days." I
told him, throwing a loofah at his face. He chuckled.
"That's alright. I can wait. I'm patient man." He stepped closer to me, setting
his chin on the top of my head.
"Oh really? You've had a personality transplant?"
"No, but I don't mind waiting for you."
"You just like the sex." I wrapped my arms around his middle.
"Of course I do. I'm a guy. Bonnie, I can sex anytime. I don't need to get it
someplace else, even if I have to wait for it."
"Damon Salvatore being sweet – that's a first."
"What can I say; sassy witches bring it out of me." I felt his chest shake as
he laughed.
"Oh, is that right?" I pinched his butt.
"No, just you."
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 Stefan was waiting for us in Damon's room when we were out of the shower. It's
a good thing we actually took clothes with us this time.
"You can't keep this up." Stefan told us as he got up.
"You can't control what we do, Stefan. I'm a big girl." I told him.
"It's hurting Elena."
"Why? Because she's pulling a Katherine and she can't decide which Salvatore
brother she's craving this week?" Damon spoke up.
"Damon –" Stefan started.
"No, it's not something for anybody else to decide. Butt out, Stefan." I'm
tired of them thinking they have superiority over us. It gets old fast.
"Tell that girlfriend of yours the same thing. You keep yours in check – I'll
keep mine in check." Damon showed Stefan to the door.
"You couldn't keep me in check if you tried." I teased. Damon chuckled.
"He doesn't need to know that."
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