N: This story takes place 3 years after the sacrifice, only in this story Damon didn't get bitten by Tyler so Stefan didn't leave with Klaus, that's about it; enjoy!

The story it's dedicated to BadBoysAreBest, for some reason this story made me think of her (I guess because she's such an amazing writer and I just read a piece by her before starting on this, lol)

A special thank you to my absolutely amazing beta Carly (Temptress-Kitten17); you are awesome!

Uninvited

I came out of the bathroom; just a huge towel wrapped around me and my wet cold hair falling over my shoulders, giving me a chilling sensation. I took a seat in front of the mirror and started my make-up routine. Concealer, eyeliner, gray eye-shadow and mascara; a touch of peach flavored lip-gloss and that was about it.

I was just starting to brush my hair when I heard a knock on the door. I only pulled myself up after the second time the person knocked. I made my way towards the door, cursing under my breath. It was probably Bonnie; she used to drop on at 9 in the morning unannounced.

I opened the door, ready to confront the person on the other side. My eyes popped out of my head and my jaw dropped when I saw him standing there. My heart started beating so fast that I felt like I was about to have a heart-attack. I couldn't believe he was there…after three years with no calls, no letter, no e-mails, nothing…he was now standing on my doorstep.

My eyes couldn't help but travel all over his perfect body. He looked even better than I remembered. He placed his hand on the wall beside the door; his biceps contracted and I was sure I was drooling. Damn him, he looked like that just to remind me I settled for the second best; I went for the safe choice.

I raised my head and looked him in the eyes; there were way too many emotions in them so I looked above. The pair of glasses on the top of his head seemed to be lost in all that messy-dark hair. Why did he have to be so beautiful? I bit my bottom lip and his signature smirk appeared on his lips.

"Hello, Elena, aren't you going to invite me in?" he asked.

"It's not like you need an invitation," I said taking a step back and he passed right beside me, our bodies touched slightly and I shivered. I took another step backwards, like I was trying to protect myself from him…but I knew better; all the space in the world couldn't protect me from him.

"Oh yeah, that's right, I don't. You already invited me in."

"My mistake; why are you here Damon? After three years…why here; why now?" I asked.

"I'm just passing through," he answered, like that was the most natural thing in the world for him to do; to just pass through.

He started his way towards me, his eyes never leaving mine and I felt like I was paralyzed; I couldn't move, I couldn't speak…it was a miracle I could breathe.

"Where's Stefan?" he asked and I raised an eyebrow at him.

He really didn't know? I mean, I knew he didn't talk to me, but he didn't talk with Stefan either?

"He…I don't really know. We broke up two years ago," I told him.

We did try, for a whole year. We pretended I wasn't in love with his brother and he wasn't in love with his ex; we pretended I wasn't falling asleep with his name on my lips and he wasn't waking up in the middle of the night screaming hers. That had been our relationship, a masquerade; using each other to replace the people we really wanted to be with.

"So he had been stupid enough to let you go?" he asked.

"Turns out I was never his to begin with."

He took one last step forward and placed his hands on each side of my waist. His eyes were fixated on my lips, approaching them in slow-motion.

He brushed his lips over mine, such a light touch that I thought I was imagining – again – but then I felt the tip of his tongue slide inside. My mouth opened, allowing him to take over; to inspect, to taste, to…whatever he wanted to do…I was at his mercy, and he knew it.

One of his hands made its way to my head and his fingers curled in my hair, pulling it slightly to one side. He started kissing my jaw line, my neck, then back up again, behind my ear, "I want you," he whispered and I shivered. "I wanted you since the first time I saw you…hell I didn't even know you and I wanted you more than anything I even wanted in my fucked up life."

"Do you have any idea the hell you put me through?" I asked. "You left me…you fucking left me."

"I'm here now," he said and his lips captured mine again. This time I was the attacker, aggressively taking control, kissing him for all the times I wanted to, but couldn't.

He pushed me against the wall and I arched my back, pulling my hips forward.

"God, do you have any idea what are you doing to me; what you've always been doing to me?" he asked.

"And what is that?" I teased.

"Is that clear enough?" he asked grabbing my ass, lifting me and brushing my core against his package. He was as hard as a rock and I moaned softly.

"So what are you going to do about that?" I asked pressing my right hand over the bulge in his jeans.

"Well, Miss Gilbert, first, I'll get rid of this towel," he said untying the knot between my breasts and letting the towel fall at my feet. I was now standing completely naked between him and the wall.

"Now that you got me naked, what are you going to do with me, Mr. Salvatore?" I asked. He smiled like a cat that just caught the mouse.

"Now I'm going to taste every inch on you…teasing you until you beg me to fuck you…" he said, his voice sure, low and seductive. Just hearing him was making me wet.

Soon his hands started moving all over my body, stopping on my breasts. His thumb flicked up and down over my already hard nipple as I murmured his name in pure bliss.

I unbuttoned his shirt and pushed it over his shoulders.

"Were you doing it on purpose; being shirtless every time I was stopping by the Boarding house? Were you doing it just to drive me crazy?" I asked taking a good look at his perfect chest and abs…my God he was flawless!

"Was it working?" he asked.

"Yes…" I admitted.

"Well then, I was doing it on purpose."

In a second he got us into the kitchen. He used his hand to brush off every item on the table and placed me on it. I curled my legs around his waist pulling him closer.

"I want you to show me what I've been missing!" I asked.

He put his hand on my chest and pushed me flat on my back against the cold wood. He kissed my neck, my shoulders, my chest…

"My pleasure," he said, lowering his mouth to my breasts. He made love to each of them; sucking, licking, pressing them together. He trailed his lips down to abdomen, my pubic bone and finally where I wanted him the most…my wet core.

"Oh…Goooood," I screamed grabbing his hair and pulling – or pushing, I don't really know. That man had a mouth and he wasn't afraid to use it. He was devouring me like a kid does with his favorite desert. His tongue was on the side, inside…everywhere.

He lifted my right leg and placed it on the edge of the table. He took a half step back and looked at me with a hungry expression on his face.

"Damn, you are perfect…" he said. I gave him a bright smile in response.

His fingers filled me and started stroking me while his tongue was vibrating on my clit.

"Yes...that's…right there…don't stop, please don't you fucking stop!" I yelled – or at least I think I did.

After my second amazing orgasm, he pulled away from between my legs and licked his lips, looking me in the eyes. He never looked sexier.

"Kiss me!" I ordered, "I want to taste myself on your lips," I said. He growled, pulling me into a carnal kiss.

I managed to slide off the table and my hands found the zipper, pulling it down.

"I would've liked to have the power to slam you against the wall and rip those pants off you, but since I'm still human…" I said slipping down, pulling his jeans over his hips as I kissed the perfectly chiseled muscles of his abdomen.

I finally freed him and I moaned in approval, kneeling in front of him.

"You're huge!" I exclaimed and he smiled proudly.

I licked my palm, making sure it was wet enough, and then I curled my fingers around his pulsating dick and started stroking him with short fast movements.

"Elena…" he mumbled as I slowed down my pace, teasing him with the tip of my tongue before taking it all inside my warm mouth. "Oh, yeah baby…take it all in! It's all yours," he said, and I did just that.

After a few minutes he grabbed my hair, pulling me up. He kissed me, his tongue going all over the place, like he was trying to clean it. "You're really good at that," he said and turned me around. My back was crushed against his chest and his length was between my legs, looking for a way in.

"Damon…please!" I begged, just like he told me I would. "Put it in; all the way in!"

He bent me over the table; I moaned as my nipples made contact with the cold surface. His hand curled around me and he started massaging my clit, impaling himself inside me at the same time.

None of my many dreams or fantasies prepared me for the real thing. Having him inside me and his mouth over my ear whispering words that made me blush was…consuming me…the world could come crashing around me and I wouldn't even care.

"You feel so good…you're so fucking tight…so perfect…"

I turned around and pushed him into the chair behind him. I climbed in his lap, brushing my full breasts all over his face as I slid onto his hard erection.

I put my hands on the backrest for support and started moving up and down.

"Fuck, Elena if you keep moving like that the fun will be over," he told me and I smiled wickedly at him.

"Well then, we're going to have to start all over again…" I purred seductively.

"God, you're killing me!"

"Good thing you're already dead then," I returned increasing the speed.

"I love you," he screamed as he came.

"I love you too," I said joining him.

He gave us a minute to recover before he stood up with me in his arms and his dick still inside me and walked towards the staircase.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"I'm taking you to bed."

"Oh no, I have other plans," I said and he let out a frustrated breath. "I had a fantasy once," I whispered naughtily in his ear. "You came to visit me late one night, I opened the door and you just started kissing me…we did it right there," I pointed towards the entrance hall, "see the big mirror on the wall?" I asked. He looked at it then he raised an eyebrow at me. "Oh yeah," I continued. "You looked damn sexy taking me from behind in front of it."

"Someone's been naughty," he said.

"You have no idea…"

"The hallway it is then," he said, changing direction. A smile appeared on my lips and kissed me to stop it from transforming into a full laugh; I could feel myself already getting wet again as his thick member was growing hard inside me.

N: There you go; I really hope you guys liked it, if you do, review and tell me so I can give you a second part with sex in the hallway in front of a mirror, sounds good, right?