AN: I do not own TVD or TO.

Fair warning the majority of this story is smut. And if I continue it... as I'm thinking I will... there will be a lot more of it. As well as some pining later on.

Her hips jerked off the mattress under the assault of his tongue.

Want pooled low in her belly.

The laws of cause and effect had frozen at the door. The wet trail left in the wake of his smooth lips did nothing to cool her heated skin; rather it raised a fever in her blood.

His tongue dipped into her naval and she gasped. He bit down on the slight protrusion of her hip bone and soothed the area with his tongue before positioning himself between her thighs.

She lifted her hips to aid in the removal of her black lace thong. It made no sense how his mouth was capable of setting her body on fire.

She drew her lower lip between her teeth and moaned when his warm breath fanned over her wet lips. Her thighs trembled on either side of his head in anticipation.

She closed her eyes when he kissed the top of her slit and lightly ran his finger over her lips; his nail barely touched her skin.

His touch was light, soft, and infuriating.

She propped herself on her elbows and glared through lust filled eyes.

"What part of our earlier conversation makes you think I want to be teased right now?" Her authority was definitely undercut by the needy tone in her voice.

"Don't worry," he smirked and applied a little more pressure. His finger dipped between her folds and avoided her aching center and the sensitive bundle of nerves at the apex of her thighs. "The payoff will be worth a little teasing."

She was going to protest further when his tongue replaced his finger and circled her clit. She threaded her fingers through his hair and held his face closer.

"Fuck… yes…" she moaned wantonly.

Pressure built in her abdomen while she attempted to grind her aching center against his tongue. She groaned when he used one strong arm to pin her hips to the bed.

"I'll tell you exactly what you need," Rebekah slammed back a shot of tequila.

"And what pray tell do I need?" She shook her head and nursed her own drink.

"You, my friend," Rebekah grinned, "need a good old fashioned 'lie-back-and-think-of-England' shafting. How long has it been?"

"Bekah," she cried. A flush stained her cheeks. She couldn't deny her friend was right though.

"Do tell us," he smirked around his glass of bourbon, "how long has it been?"

She sputtered on her drink. "Six months," she admitted sheepishly.

"See," Rebekah nudged his arm. "It's been far too long since she's gotten any, and it's making her tense. Let's face it, hun, you're scaring them off."

"I am not," she gasped.

"You are," Rebekah nodded. She popped the top button on her blouse and fluffed up her hair. "You need to get laid tonight."

"Guys tend to get the wrong idea when you sleep with them on the first date," she shook her head and laughed. "And lately all of my dates have been going south."

"Who says you have to date the guy?" Rebekah smirked. "The way I see it you've got a few options: get picked up tonight at the bar, or booty call an ex."

"I'm not going to booty call an ex," she slammed her glass down on the table.

"Then getting picked up it is," Rebekah grinned. "I'd love to stick around and help you find a guy," she held up her own phone, "but I'm being booty called."

"That's what every brother wants to hear," he shook his head.

"Relax," Rebekah grinned, "it's my boyfriend." She stood up and pecked his cheek. "For now I'm going to leave you in the capable hands of my brother."

She watched Rebekah practically skip out of the bar before turning to him. She pointed and leveled him with a stare. "You're not hooking me up with anyone, tonight."

"Understood," he nodded. "Although," he leaned across the booth and smirked, "for what it's worth I think my sister's right."

"You know me," she leaned forward and met his dark eyes, "I'm not a one-night stand kind of girl."

"Oh come on…" she huffed in frustration. She glared when he laid beside her on his bed. "I was so close." Her fingers trailed down her toned stomach with a clear destination in mind.

"None of that now," he took her wrists and pinned them over her head.

"You're a tease," she pouted. She ground against his knee and moaned.

"I promised you it would be worth it," he grinned.

She blinked in surprise when silk closed over her wrists. Her erect nipples scraped over his chest when she took a deep breath and met his inquisitive eyes.

She nodded her consent and shivered when the silk tightened. Her arms rose over her head. She tugged experimentally and found she was securely tied to his headboard.

"This better be worth it," she shivered when his hand ran down her side and dipped between her legs.

"It will be," he kissed her neck.

He sucked on her neck and made a wet trail of kisses up the smooth column of her throat while his fingers teased her entrance. His teeth tugged on her earlobe and drew a breathy moan from her lips.

"Please," she whimpered. Her hips shimmied in an attempt to force his fingers into her quivering pussy. The fire in her belly was nearly unbearable.

He cupped her cheek with one hand and drew soft patterns over her clit. His lips hovered over hers hesitantly.

Every inch of her body had been explored by his tongue, but her mouth was forbidden.

"Are you serious?" She dropped her purse in her lap; the search for her phone momentarily forgotten in the wake of his proposal.

"Deadly," he smirked. His hand trailed up the inside of her thigh. "Think about it logically. You're in need," his fingers dipped under her skirt, "and I'm more than willing to help you out."

She gasped when his knuckle grazed the lace of her underwear. She swallowed and focused on his mouth as he continued.

"You don't want some random man in a bar," his breath was hot against her ear, "chances are if they're picking someone up in a bar it's because they don't have the skill to keep a woman satisfied. You want someone you know reasonably well."

He was right; she didn't want a stranger.

"How do I know you're any good?" She gave him an innocent smile.

"Oh I'm excellent," his eyes flashed with amusement, "but don't take my word for it."

She bit her lip and trailed her fingernail up his sleeve. "No strings?"

"None," he shook his head, "although you'd be more than welcome to call me up again if the need," he searched her eyes, "were to ever ... arise."

She rolled her shoulders back and smirked when his eyes fell to her chest. She gave him a suggestive smile when his gaze lifted from her supple breasts.

"We would have to have some ground rules," she straightened his tie. A shiver raced down her spine when the cab hit a bump and his fingers fleetingly pressed against her swiftly dampening core.

"What did you have in mind?" He pulled back from her ear.

"For starters," she laid her hand over his heart, "your sister never finds out about this." She knew Rebekah would kill her if she found out about a sexual relationship of any kind between her and her big brother.

"Naturally," he nodded. Rebekah would have his head on a platter. "What else?" He moved as if to brush his lips over hers.

She pushed his chest back and met his eyes. "You can't kiss me," she pressed her lips together to temper her smile, "that's far too intimate. Unless of course you don't think you can get a girl off without kissing her."

"Is that a challenge?" He cocked an eyebrow.

"Is that a yes?" She smirked. Her hand fell to squeeze the bulge in his pants; it was clear from the way his eyes shut and he bit his lip that he wanted this just as much as she did.

She gasped at the sudden intrusion of his fingers. Her hands twisted around the line of his tie for purchase as he hovered over her.

He sucked on her nipples and grazed them with his teeth before kissing his way back down her stomach. He sat on the edge of the bed and watched in fascination as his fingers disappeared into the wet sheath of her pussy.

"Fuck," he met her lidded eyes, "you're tight. You're going to feel amazing wrapped around my cock."

"You'll never know if you don't get around to fucking me," she teased. Her head fell back against the mattress as he found a spot inside that made her see stars; none of her previous lovers had ever found that spot. "Oh… yessss… right there."

"Where?" He pumped his fingers in and out slowly making sure to completely avoid the spot in question.

"You k-know where," she ground her teeth.

"Here?" He crooked his fingers.

"Yes," she panted. "Yes, yes, yes…" she felt her hips rise off the bed as the coil finally snapped in her belly. Waves of fire raced through her body. It was an endless crashing torrent of flame as he prolonged her orgasm by manipulating her clit.

She flushed when the orgasm subsided. Juices ran down between her lips and soaked the sheet under her ass.

"Are there any other limits I should know about?" He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her back against his front. The hard bulge in his pants was cradled between the firm curves of her skirt clad behind.

"Nothing comes to mind," she rocked back against him. Her eyes drifted shut when his stubble scraped her cheek. "Why? Just how wild are things going to get tonight?" She slid her skirt down her legs.

"Nothing crazy," his hands pulled her blouse over her head. "I just don't want to go too far and make you uncomfortable," he tweaked her nipples through the lace bra.

She gasped and tilted her neck to give his mouth better access to her throat. "How about this," she turned around and pulled off his tie, "unless I say … apple … you haven't gone too far?"

She nipped at his throat while unbuttoning his shirt.

"Why 'apple'?" He groaned when she sucked on his collarbone. His shirt fluttered to the floor at the foot of the bed.

"I can't think of a less sexy word," she giggled.

"I'm certain you could if you put your mind to it," he pressed her back against the wall. His knee came up between her thighs while his hands roamed her bare sides and rubbed circles into her skin.

She popped the button on his pants. Hooking her thumbs into the waistband she pushed them down.

He toed off his shoes and kicked his trousers aside before lightly tossing her on the bed.

"Tell me you're done teasing," she squeezed his fingers.

"Are you getting desperate?" He ran his wet finger over her lip.

She didn't answer him. Instead she sucked his fingers into her mouth. Her tongue swirled around the digits. She smirked when he closed his eyes and groaned.

"And you call me a tease," he stood up.

"Where do you think you're going?" She tugged on the tie and lifted her head as far as possible to watch him stride towards the desk by the window.

"While the thought of you lying naked and needy in my bed is highly arousing," he pulled open the drawer, "I'm not going anywhere."

She grinned when she saw the foil packet between his fingers. "Here I thought you were going to leave a girl wanting."

"I'd never do that," he swore.

Her gaze dropped when he took off his boxers.

"Woah," her mouth watered. She swallowed as her eyes grew wide. "I'm not sure if you're going to fit."

"Never taken a cock this big?" He chuckled.

"Nope," she shook her head. She felt her pussy quiver in anticipation and spread her legs.

He positioned himself between her thighs and slid the tip of his cock through her slit. Slowly he pushed inside her trembling core and relished the feeling of the smooth velvet heat.

"Oh…" her head fell back when he shifted to hover over her. She gasped when he bottomed out. She had never felt so full; he fit her perfectly.

"I was right," he grunted when he was buried in her tight core, "you feel amazing… so tight."

He gave her a moment to adjust before he began to move. His thrusts were long and slow. Each time the tip of his cock hit her cervix she moaned in pleasure.

Ten minutes into the sweet torture she wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him as close as possible. "I thought you were done teasing," she grunted.

"Instant gratification is not everything," he growled when she squeezed his length, "minx."

"Well this 'minx' would like a proper shafting," she lifted her hips. A sob tore from her throat when he pinned her hips with his hands. "Please… faster…"

He dipped down to lavish attention on her jaw.

She strained against the bonds holding her in place. Groaning in frustration she slammed her head back.

Inspiration struck her when he thrust harder than he had before switching back to long slow strokes. She dropped one leg from his waist and waited until he was buried in her to strike.

He growled when she flipped them over. His hands quickly steadied her hips when she was unable to find purchase; the tie had shifted with her and further restricted her mobility.

She gasped and groaned. Her back arched so her breasts were pressed into his face while she rode him quickly: chasing her release.

"Hey," she cried. Her back fell against the mattress. He lifted her hips ever so slightly and picked up his pace. Within moments she was writhing in pleasure beneath him. She gasped when she came down and found him untying her hands.

He withdrew from her grasping centre. His hands took hold of her hips and flipped her over onto her hands and knees.

She moaned loudly when he thrust inside again.

His long fingers kneaded her firm cheeks. Separating them he groaned at the unobstructed view of his hard cock disappearing into her wet pussy.

"How is it that you're even tighter in this position?"

"How are you still hard?" She gasped when his hand pulled her back by her hair. His lips started a fresh attack on her throat while his free hand fell to manipulate her clit.

"Outstanding self-control," he nipped her earlobe and thrust hard and fast into her clenching cunt. "Do you like that? Do you like it rough?"

"Yes…" she closed her eyes and swallowed, "I l-l-love that. I love it… mmm I love your cock in my pussy." She wasn't sure if she'd ever be satisfied with another.

Tendrils of fire curled through her. Her thighs quivered and shook as she came apart again. The bedroom seemed to fracture in her vision as her moans and his grunts turned to white noise. She was unaware that she had fallen forwards onto the bed again until both of his hands gripped her hips so he could pound into her.

She moaned loudly when his fingers teased her back entrance.

Gently he pressed the tip of his thumb into her ass.

There was no buildup to the next orgasm. The addition of his index and middle finger to her ass sent her into a state of bliss. It could have been a minute or it could have been an hour; all she knew was that he had been right when he had said he was excellent.

His hips stuttered and stilled as he came apart. Pulling out he watched the fluid pour from her ruined pussy and discarded the condom in the waste basket.

He carefully lowered her to lie on her back and kissed her shoulder. "Was I too rough?"

"No," she panted and slung her arm across her abdomen, "we went over that… as long as I don't say 'apple' you're good." Heaviness set into her limbs. "I don't think I'll be able to walk right for a week."

"That good, huh?" He propped himself up on his elbow and met her lidded eyes.

"Shut up," she laughed. Her hand landed on his chest in a weak slap.

He chuckled and ran his hand down her side to her toned stomach. His eyes flickered over her relaxed features before leaning down.

Her head spun as his breath fanned over her chin. "Elijah," she sighed.

"Elena," her name rolled off his tongue and sent a shiver down her spine. He blinked when her fingers landed on his mouth.

"I only had one rule."

"You were serious about that?"

"Deadly," she nodded. "This is just sex right?"

"Right," he nodded. Elijah tore his gaze from her rose petal lips. "Are you up for round two?" His hand dipped between her thighs.

Elena gasped when he ran his index finger over her clit.

He nibbled on her ear. "Or would you prefer a hot shower?"

Elena hummed and threaded her fingers through his soft hair. "Why not both? I am an excellent multi-tasker."

Elena sipped her tea and reached for her cell phone when it buzzed.

E - I want to lay you down on my bed and take your panties off with my teeth inch by inch. After that I want to gently circle your clit with my tongue until you beg me to stop.

"That's hot."

Elena jumped when Rebekah read the text over her shoulder. She was very glad she had taken the time to change his contact details last week after their third encounter.

"Who's the guy?" Rebekah plopped onto the couch at her feet. She crossed her legs and leaned closer. "Did you take my advice and get a good old fashioned shafting?"

"Who got a good shafting?" Caroline leaned over the back of the couch. Her eyes grew round when Rebekah pointed to Elena.

"Who's the guy, 'Lena?" Caroline nearly ran around the couch and perched on the arm at her friend's side.

"There's no guy," Elena blushed.

"Is it a girl?" Caroline brows arched. "Are you seeing a woman again? The guys will have a field day."

"I'm not seeing a woman," Elena drained her mug and put it on the coffee table, "and I'm not seeing a man."

"So the sext was sent to a wrong number?" Rebekah pouted.

"No," Elena tightened her grip on her phone, "it was a right number. I'm not seeing anyone… I'm just having sex."

"Casual consensual sex?" Caroline tilted her head. "You are having casual sex with someone? You?"

"Yes me," Elena nodded. "Why is that so hard to believe? Women can have casual relationships."

Rebekah crossed her arms and smirked. "Women yes, you," she raked her eyes over Elena, "not so much. You're not the casual kind of girl… you're the girlfriend kind of girl."

"Bekah's right," Caroline nodded. She snatched the phone and opened the text message. "You're the girlfriend type. Now," she passed the phone back to Elena, "I'm going to go call Nik… that was a hot text."

"Have I told you how much I hate the fact that you're dating one of my brothers?" Rebekah called after her.

Then you're really going to hate what I'm doing with one, Elena thought. She turned her attention back to her phone when it buzzed again.

E – Then I'll kiss every inch of your body and spend some time caressing your perfect breasts and neck before taking you on the couch.

Elena swallowed as heat pooled in her abdomen.

Where are you?

E – Home… stroking my hard cock thinking of you.

You're incorrigible. Turning me on while my friends sit with me on the couch… I'm dripping… Someone really needs to teach you a lesson…

She jumped up from the couch.

"Where are you going?" Rebekah watched her disappear down the hall into her bedroom.

"Got to change," Elena yelled into the living room. She slammed her bedroom door shut and pulled open her underwear drawer.

Stripping naked she pulled on a plunging, fire-engine red, lace bra and a matching pair of hipster panties. It might have been just sex, but she still liked to look nice when she went over there. She sent for a cab with the phone app while she replaced her leggings and oversized white sweater.

"I thought you were changing?" Caroline tilted her head when Elena emerged in the same outfit.

"I did," she winked and slid into her boots. "Hey Nik," she greeted when she brushed passed him in the doorframe.

"Thought you were going to take me on the couch," Elena's fingers curled around the marble countertop.

"Too far," he grinned. He increased the rhythm of his hips and brought his hand around to manipulate her clit. "I thought you were going to teach me a lesson."

"Hmm," Elena moaned. She whimpered as an orgasm raced through her and her knees went weak.

Elijah slid out and spun her around in his arms.

Elena wrapped her legs around his waist when he picked her up. She bit her lip and moaned when he pressed her against the wall and buried himself in her dripping cunt.

"I really should," she panted. Her nails scraped his scalp and raked down his back as he pounded into her. "Your sister read some of those texts over my shoulder."

"Good thing you changed the contact details," he sucked on her neck.

Elena groaned when he bit her throat and soothed the area with his tongue. "Yeah," she sighed when his thumb came down between them and rubbed her clit. "I wouldn't tell them anything and they took that to mean I was seeing a woman again."

"I'm definitely not a woman," he smirked while giving her a particularly hard thrust.

"Oh…" Elena bit her lip, "you don't need to convince me of that…"

"I'm glad," Elijah chuckled against her chest. He pulled back to meet her lust filled eyes. "Wait a minute… when were you seeing a woman?" He tightened his arms around her back and walked slowly into his bedroom.

"College," Elena sighed. Her hands grasped the sheets when he lowered her to the bed and slammed his cock into her wet pussy.

"I didn't know that," he braced his hands on either side of her head and slowed his strokes.

"Elijah… faster," she wrapped her arms around his neck. She groaned when he pulled out until only the tip of his cock was in her before slowly sliding all the way in; he repeated the action and smirked when she glared. "What's it going to take to make you go faster?"

"I don't know," he tilted his head, "I'm terribly distracted you see," he gave a long slow thrust, "picturing you in bed with an unknown woman…"

"Her name was Natalia," Elena's head fell back when he thrust a little faster. "It's gonna be like that, is it?" She propped herself on her elbows and smirked.

"It is much easier to concentrate when the image is rounded out," he cocked an eyebrow.

"That's true," Elena hummed.

"Alright," she chewed her lip. "Nat was an Italian exchange student: short, slim, and an ass to die for."

She moaned when he increased his pace again.

"She had dark red hair… and yes it was natural," a hard thrust, "blue eyes, and freckles over every inch of her body… every inch."

"How long were you seeing Nat?" Elijah lifted one of her legs over his shoulder.

"Six months," Elena gasped. Fire pooled in her abdomen. "Sharp sense of humor and a wicked tongue… nobody knows how to please a woman like a woman…"

"Nobody?" He slowed his pace.

"You're pretty good," Elena conceded, "but she was a natural. Most of the time we were together she spent between my legs… pleasuring me with her tongue… or a strap-on." She moaned when he slammed his hips into her faster and faster.

"Fuck… Elijah," she cried out his name. Her body writhed beneath him.

She gasped when he fell to lie on the bed beside her and ran her fingers over the soft sheet he draped over them.

"So," Elijah ran his hand through her lustrous curls, "was that a phase or are you…"

"Bisexual," Elena closed her eyes as his hand continued to caress her hair. She would have been lying if she said it was not calming. "I can't believe you didn't know."

"Guess it never came up," he chuckled.

"I'm best friends with your sister," Elena laughed, "I'd have thought that would have come up at some point."

"Rebekah's never been the type to gossip."

"Bekah loves gossip," Elena shook her head and giggled. "It's nice to know she doesn't talk about me behind my back though."

"She is very loyal to her friends," he agreed. "So tell me: what happened with Nat?"

"Well," Elena hummed. "She went home," she shook her head, "we tried long distance for a week, but it didn't work out. She was actually the first to…"

"Your first time was with a woman?" Elijah cocked an eyebrow and smirked.

"Yes and no," Elena shrugged. "She was the first… actually the only one to… umm…"

Elijah watched the flush stain her cheeks and breasts. "What did she do Elena?" He ran his hand under the sheet.

He squeezed her firm ass. Pulling her onto her side he slid his finger between her cheeks. He felt her shiver when he pressed his finger over her puckered hole. "Did she take you here?"

"She did," Elena gasped when the tip of his finger pressed through her tight sphincter. Instinctively she closed around him.

"Often," she closed her eyes and bit her lip, "I think she fucked my ass more often than my pussy."

"If you're ever in the mood to try again…"

Elena felt her cunt grasp on thin air as a mini orgasm raced through her body. "I don't think you'll fit," she gave him a pointed look.

"You said that before," he chuckled and withdrew his finger.

"I did, didn't I?" Elena licked the shell of his ear and made a trail down his chest to his straining cock.

She met his eyes before sliding her lips over his cock; she smirked when she took him into her throat and he groaned. She bobbed her head up and down quickly sucking hard on his tip and running her tongue teasingly down the underside of his cock.

"Elena," he carded his fingers through her hair and tried to pull her up. "I'm going to… oh fuck…" he grunted when she renewed her efforts and he spilled into her mouth.

"Maybe another night," she used her thumb to catch the line of cum that had leaked from the corner of her mouth, "after I've had a chance to prep for it. I've still got the stuff…"

"Keep talking, Elena," he rolled her onto her back and pinned her to the mattress, "and there will definitely be a third round tonight."

"Promise?" She arched her neck. Her gaze flickered to his lips.

Elijah pressed his hand to her mouth and pushed her back onto the mattress. "No kissing, remember? That was your rule."

"I remember," she sighed. She remembered vividly.

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