#SP3: Chapter 7.5: Dolphins
Title: (Dolphins)
Author: (SweetWillowTree)
Word Count: (2062)
Rating: (M)
Trio: (Elena/Damon/Elijah)
Summary: (Immediately following chapter 7, Elijah stumbles upon Elena as she waits for Damon to fetch her clothes.)
Notes: AU/AH. Set in the Spring Break Universe. Part of a Round Robin challenge: TVD ENDLESS SPRING BREAK
Elena leaned against the cool lockers, hands clenched tightly around her towel, eyes closed as she basked in the afterglow of her most recent tryst with Damon, who had kindly offered to sneak into the women's change room and bring her back her clothes.
“Elena?” she heard someone cough. Her eyes snapped open and landed on Elijah's tentative form near the door. “And just what are you doing in the men's change room?” He glanced around, no doubt looking for Damon. “Alone?” His eyes scanned her still dripping form. “Naked?”
“I, um, I'm waiting for Damon to get back.”
She licked her lips nervously as she stood a little straighter, shifting her weight from foot to foot. She knew that look in Elijah's eyes; it was the same look that Damon always had when he looked at her, if only a little less tender. She glanced over Elijah's shoulder to the door, then back to where he was advancing on her.
“Really, he'll just be a second,” she breathed, in a much shakier voice than she'd hoped for.
She knew that everything about the situation was wrong: She'd just finished another explosive coupling with Damon, and no matter what kind of little fluttering butterflies Elijah had been giving her, she should definitely not have been feeling any kind of anticipation for... Anything, really.
“Of course he will,” he whispered back, close enough to box her in against the lockers, one arm on either side of her head.
“This isn't right, Elijah. You're with Katherine...”
He smirked at her. “You're with Damon...”
“Yeah, she is.”
Elena ducked her head to the side and spotted Damon standing at the door, arms crossed with her dress and sandals tucked against his chest. And to her surprise, he didn't look nearly as angry as she'd expected. In fact, he looked, almost, amused. Almost.
He took a few slow steps forward and Elijah shuffled back, the pair keeping their eyes locked on each other in the sort of power play that had Elena weak in the knees from the intensity of it all.
And also from the fact that two extremely hot men were about an inch away from fighting over her.
“You know, Elena, it seems like every time I leave you alone for five minutes, you find another one of these brothers to flirt with.”
He paused, but she only shrugged. “It's Spring Break, isn't that what you keep telling me?”
Damon had kept walking toward the other two, and leaned against the lockers next to Elena, opposite Elijah, before he spoke next.
“Well if it's something you want to do, I guess I can't really stop you...” Elena smirked at the apparent victory. “But there is no way I'm not part of this too.”
Elena's eyes widened as she realized what he meant. Then both she and Damon turned to look at Elijah, who was staring at them both skeptically.
“Do you mean to say that you want the three of us to - what, exactly - have sex here in the change room?”
“That's exactly what I'm saying,” Damon answered, tugging Elena over so her back was pressed to his chest, his lips against the sensitive skin of her throat. “I mean, she and I have already had your girlfriend -” He placed a soft kiss on her shoulder, making her squirm against him. “ - Your brother.” Another kiss.
It certainly wasn't like Elena (or, rather, sober Elena) to be quite so wanton. But she'd hooked up with Damon so much over the past few days that just the feel of him near her had her imagining all of the pleasure he could bring her. And, to be fair, it wasn't like this would be her first threesome anyway. Not even her first threesome of the week, by far. And she certainly was curious about Elijah.
“Ignore Damon,” she advised, “He's a borderline sexual predator. Don't you want me?”
The man behind her huffed, blowing warm air across her skin, causing her to shudder. “I can show you exactly what she likes,” he offered to Elijah, slowly sliding his hands down Elena's arms to where she was holding the towel together.
Elijah's eyes narrowed on the towel and he took a step forward, the frown lines creasing his brow disappearing as he approached the couple. When he was within reach, Elena took hold of his hand, pulling him closer and pressing their lips together in a tentative kiss. His hands fluttered for a few moments before finally settling on her hips, pulling himself closer until they were grinding against each other.
As Elena let out a loud moan at the feel of both men pressed against her, she heard Damon growl. He nipped at her throat before sucking on the spot and soothing it with his tongue.
“You know, Elijah, what she really likes -” She felt the towel slip down her chest to pool at her waist. Damon's hands squeezed her freshly bared breasts. “- Is when you do this.”
He lightly thumbed her nipples, causing her to cry out and tear her lips away from Elijah's, throwing her head back against Damon's shoulder. The other man didn't skip a beat as he ducked his head to pamper the other side of her neck. As Elijah's hands travelled, the towel fell further down her body, finally landing on her feet.
“How am I the only one naked?” she panted. “Shirts off, both of you.”
It only took them a second to comply before they were back on her, one on either side of her neck, skin pressed against skin. Elijah's hands were trailing up and down her thighs while Damon's had returned to his talented teasing of her breasts.
“You should feel how wet this makes her,” Damon taunted, and Elena felt one of Elijah's hands travel slowly upward between her legs. “And wait until you feel how tight she is. Ah! You could come the second you're inside of her.”
At that moment, one of Elijah's fingers slid along her slit, spreading her juices up to her clit. Her hips bucked against his hand and he slipped a digit inside of her.
“Oh God!” she cried out, arching back and meeting him again for a heated kiss. “More Elijah!”
He slipped another finger in, thrusting them in and out rapidly. One of Elena's arms snaked back so she could knit her fingers in Damon's hair and hold him close.
“Elena... You're so... Perfect...” Elijah grunted against her lips. “I want... I want...” He suddenly froze, causing Elena's cry of pleasure to break. “Lay down on the bench.”
With a great effort, she opened her eyes and spotted the bench next to them. Cursing the throbbing wetness between her legs, and with a glance back at Damon, she submitted, laying back on the polished wood, watching as Elijah knelt at the end and pulled her closer. Her eyes closed again in anticipation, and she jumped when she felt his warm, wet tongue probe between her nether lips.
“Mmmm... That's so good!” she whimpered, reaching down to hold his head.
Damon caught her hands before they made it and pinned them above her head, leaning down to place wet kisses all over her stomach and chest.
“I hate that I'm not the one tasting you right now,” he grumbled just as Elijah's tongue thrust inside of her.
“But I'm glad you're the one kissing me,” she answered earnestly, her hazy eyes meeting his darkened ones before he captured her lips in a hard kiss.
Elijah's tongue made its way up, gliding over her throbbing clit as he thrust to fingers inside her entrance and set a fast pace. He was building her up, taking her higher than she'd been before he made her lay down. She could feel a fresh sheen of sweat bursting from her pores, feel Damon's wet skin moving over her own, feel Elijah's grip on her hips tighten as she began to buck against him.
“Ah! Yes! Yes! I'm so close! Elijah, please don't -”
She never finished, the end of the sentence swallowed into her wordless screams of bliss. She felt tremors wrack her body and it was a long while before she was able to open her eyes again.
“More,” she whispered.
“What do you want?” both men asked her in unison, and if Elena had been in her right mind, she would have laughed.
But as it stood, she simply sat up weakly, smiling at them both.
“Pants off,” she demanded. “Damon, lay down here.”
She moved so Damon could replace her, his arms tucked behind his head as he watched her. With aching slowness, she stood, turning around so she could feel Elijah's hardness pressing into her lower back. She wriggled a little, delighted when he hissed out a soft curse.
“Ready,” she asked him in a husky voice.
“You have no idea,” he growled back, pushing his hips against her a little more.
Without another word, Elena met Damon's eyes and grinned, slowly bending over until her lips were hovering just over his weeping erection.
“Elijah,” she whispered, although it was more of a plea.
He gripped her hips and stepped closer, so the tip of his manhood was pressing against her entrance. Still holding Damon's eyes, Elena ran her tongue along him, finally wrapping her lips around his length and taking him in as far as she could manage. She managed a couple of bobs before Elijah suddenly thrust into her, causing her to cry against the head of Damon's cock, which in turn made him shout.
“Dear God!” Elijah exclaimed, pulling back slowly and thrusting back in. “You really are just... God! So perfect.”
“She really is,” Damon rasped in agreement, head thrown back in bliss.
Elena moved faster, swirling her tongue around Damon's member as Elijah sped up and pounded into her. Her nails were digging into Damon's thighs hard enough to draw blood, and she didn't know how much longer she could last.
With every sound that Damon made, she was coiling tighter and tighter. And struck her then how invested she was in his pleasure, how much she wanted to make him feel good. The intensity of her feelings surprised her, but she didn't have much time to think on it before Elijah's hand snuck around and between her legs, circling her pulsing clit frantically. She began moving her hips back to meet Elijah's thrust, the urgency sweeping them all up, making every touch and sound worth more.
Damon was the first to release, shooting his seed down Elena's throat. She swallowed convulsively and pressed her cheek into his abs as she came, not a second before Elijah collapsed over her. She climbed forward, straddling Damon's waist and nuzzling into his chest as the other man stumbled to the side and into the lockers, breathing hard.
“Well that was an experience,” he panted.
Damon nodded. “It sure was.” He pressed a kiss into Elena's hair as wrapped herself around him, exhausted.
Neither of the couple moved as Elijah donned his wetsuit and left without another word. They listened, laughing quietly, as Katherine caught him just outside the door. And just as Damon thought that Elena had dozed off, she hauled herself up to stand and pull her forgotten dress over her head.
“You didn't have to do that, you know,” she pointed out to him. “I wouldn't have slept with Elijah.”
“Why not?” he asked, following her lead and re-dressing himself.
She stepped forward and wrapped her arms around his waist. “Because you're fucking me so much, I don't even have time to think of anyone else.”
“Oh yeah,” he rolled his eyes. “I'm sure that's exactly why.”
They slowly left the change room and returned their wetsuits, and it wasn't until they were down the road that Elena spoke again.
“You know, considering I'd never even thought of having a threesome a few days ago, I think I'm getting really good at them.”
Not so much first threesome, but first threesome involving a man. I hope it lived up to your expectations! :)
Author: (SweetWillowTree)
Word Count: (2062)
Rating: (M)
Trio: (Elena/Damon/Elijah)
Summary: (Immediately following chapter 7, Elijah stumbles upon Elena as she waits for Damon to fetch her clothes.)
Notes: AU/AH. Set in the Spring Break Universe. Part of a Round Robin challenge: TVD ENDLESS SPRING BREAK
Elena leaned against the cool lockers, hands clenched tightly around her towel, eyes closed as she basked in the afterglow of her most recent tryst with Damon, who had kindly offered to sneak into the women's change room and bring her back her clothes.
“Elena?” she heard someone cough. Her eyes snapped open and landed on Elijah's tentative form near the door. “And just what are you doing in the men's change room?” He glanced around, no doubt looking for Damon. “Alone?” His eyes scanned her still dripping form. “Naked?”
“I, um, I'm waiting for Damon to get back.”
She licked her lips nervously as she stood a little straighter, shifting her weight from foot to foot. She knew that look in Elijah's eyes; it was the same look that Damon always had when he looked at her, if only a little less tender. She glanced over Elijah's shoulder to the door, then back to where he was advancing on her.
“Really, he'll just be a second,” she breathed, in a much shakier voice than she'd hoped for.
She knew that everything about the situation was wrong: She'd just finished another explosive coupling with Damon, and no matter what kind of little fluttering butterflies Elijah had been giving her, she should definitely not have been feeling any kind of anticipation for... Anything, really.
“Of course he will,” he whispered back, close enough to box her in against the lockers, one arm on either side of her head.
“This isn't right, Elijah. You're with Katherine...”
He smirked at her. “You're with Damon...”
“Yeah, she is.”
Elena ducked her head to the side and spotted Damon standing at the door, arms crossed with her dress and sandals tucked against his chest. And to her surprise, he didn't look nearly as angry as she'd expected. In fact, he looked, almost, amused. Almost.
He took a few slow steps forward and Elijah shuffled back, the pair keeping their eyes locked on each other in the sort of power play that had Elena weak in the knees from the intensity of it all.
And also from the fact that two extremely hot men were about an inch away from fighting over her.
“You know, Elena, it seems like every time I leave you alone for five minutes, you find another one of these brothers to flirt with.”
He paused, but she only shrugged. “It's Spring Break, isn't that what you keep telling me?”
Damon had kept walking toward the other two, and leaned against the lockers next to Elena, opposite Elijah, before he spoke next.
“Well if it's something you want to do, I guess I can't really stop you...” Elena smirked at the apparent victory. “But there is no way I'm not part of this too.”
Elena's eyes widened as she realized what he meant. Then both she and Damon turned to look at Elijah, who was staring at them both skeptically.
“Do you mean to say that you want the three of us to - what, exactly - have sex here in the change room?”
“That's exactly what I'm saying,” Damon answered, tugging Elena over so her back was pressed to his chest, his lips against the sensitive skin of her throat. “I mean, she and I have already had your girlfriend -” He placed a soft kiss on her shoulder, making her squirm against him. “ - Your brother.” Another kiss.
It certainly wasn't like Elena (or, rather, sober Elena) to be quite so wanton. But she'd hooked up with Damon so much over the past few days that just the feel of him near her had her imagining all of the pleasure he could bring her. And, to be fair, it wasn't like this would be her first threesome anyway. Not even her first threesome of the week, by far. And she certainly was curious about Elijah.
“Ignore Damon,” she advised, “He's a borderline sexual predator. Don't you want me?”
The man behind her huffed, blowing warm air across her skin, causing her to shudder. “I can show you exactly what she likes,” he offered to Elijah, slowly sliding his hands down Elena's arms to where she was holding the towel together.
Elijah's eyes narrowed on the towel and he took a step forward, the frown lines creasing his brow disappearing as he approached the couple. When he was within reach, Elena took hold of his hand, pulling him closer and pressing their lips together in a tentative kiss. His hands fluttered for a few moments before finally settling on her hips, pulling himself closer until they were grinding against each other.
As Elena let out a loud moan at the feel of both men pressed against her, she heard Damon growl. He nipped at her throat before sucking on the spot and soothing it with his tongue.
“You know, Elijah, what she really likes -” She felt the towel slip down her chest to pool at her waist. Damon's hands squeezed her freshly bared breasts. “- Is when you do this.”
He lightly thumbed her nipples, causing her to cry out and tear her lips away from Elijah's, throwing her head back against Damon's shoulder. The other man didn't skip a beat as he ducked his head to pamper the other side of her neck. As Elijah's hands travelled, the towel fell further down her body, finally landing on her feet.
“How am I the only one naked?” she panted. “Shirts off, both of you.”
It only took them a second to comply before they were back on her, one on either side of her neck, skin pressed against skin. Elijah's hands were trailing up and down her thighs while Damon's had returned to his talented teasing of her breasts.
“You should feel how wet this makes her,” Damon taunted, and Elena felt one of Elijah's hands travel slowly upward between her legs. “And wait until you feel how tight she is. Ah! You could come the second you're inside of her.”
At that moment, one of Elijah's fingers slid along her slit, spreading her juices up to her clit. Her hips bucked against his hand and he slipped a digit inside of her.
“Oh God!” she cried out, arching back and meeting him again for a heated kiss. “More Elijah!”
He slipped another finger in, thrusting them in and out rapidly. One of Elena's arms snaked back so she could knit her fingers in Damon's hair and hold him close.
“Elena... You're so... Perfect...” Elijah grunted against her lips. “I want... I want...” He suddenly froze, causing Elena's cry of pleasure to break. “Lay down on the bench.”
With a great effort, she opened her eyes and spotted the bench next to them. Cursing the throbbing wetness between her legs, and with a glance back at Damon, she submitted, laying back on the polished wood, watching as Elijah knelt at the end and pulled her closer. Her eyes closed again in anticipation, and she jumped when she felt his warm, wet tongue probe between her nether lips.
“Mmmm... That's so good!” she whimpered, reaching down to hold his head.
Damon caught her hands before they made it and pinned them above her head, leaning down to place wet kisses all over her stomach and chest.
“I hate that I'm not the one tasting you right now,” he grumbled just as Elijah's tongue thrust inside of her.
“But I'm glad you're the one kissing me,” she answered earnestly, her hazy eyes meeting his darkened ones before he captured her lips in a hard kiss.
Elijah's tongue made its way up, gliding over her throbbing clit as he thrust to fingers inside her entrance and set a fast pace. He was building her up, taking her higher than she'd been before he made her lay down. She could feel a fresh sheen of sweat bursting from her pores, feel Damon's wet skin moving over her own, feel Elijah's grip on her hips tighten as she began to buck against him.
“Ah! Yes! Yes! I'm so close! Elijah, please don't -”
She never finished, the end of the sentence swallowed into her wordless screams of bliss. She felt tremors wrack her body and it was a long while before she was able to open her eyes again.
“More,” she whispered.
“What do you want?” both men asked her in unison, and if Elena had been in her right mind, she would have laughed.
But as it stood, she simply sat up weakly, smiling at them both.
“Pants off,” she demanded. “Damon, lay down here.”
She moved so Damon could replace her, his arms tucked behind his head as he watched her. With aching slowness, she stood, turning around so she could feel Elijah's hardness pressing into her lower back. She wriggled a little, delighted when he hissed out a soft curse.
“Ready,” she asked him in a husky voice.
“You have no idea,” he growled back, pushing his hips against her a little more.
Without another word, Elena met Damon's eyes and grinned, slowly bending over until her lips were hovering just over his weeping erection.
“Elijah,” she whispered, although it was more of a plea.
He gripped her hips and stepped closer, so the tip of his manhood was pressing against her entrance. Still holding Damon's eyes, Elena ran her tongue along him, finally wrapping her lips around his length and taking him in as far as she could manage. She managed a couple of bobs before Elijah suddenly thrust into her, causing her to cry against the head of Damon's cock, which in turn made him shout.
“Dear God!” Elijah exclaimed, pulling back slowly and thrusting back in. “You really are just... God! So perfect.”
“She really is,” Damon rasped in agreement, head thrown back in bliss.
Elena moved faster, swirling her tongue around Damon's member as Elijah sped up and pounded into her. Her nails were digging into Damon's thighs hard enough to draw blood, and she didn't know how much longer she could last.
With every sound that Damon made, she was coiling tighter and tighter. And struck her then how invested she was in his pleasure, how much she wanted to make him feel good. The intensity of her feelings surprised her, but she didn't have much time to think on it before Elijah's hand snuck around and between her legs, circling her pulsing clit frantically. She began moving her hips back to meet Elijah's thrust, the urgency sweeping them all up, making every touch and sound worth more.
Damon was the first to release, shooting his seed down Elena's throat. She swallowed convulsively and pressed her cheek into his abs as she came, not a second before Elijah collapsed over her. She climbed forward, straddling Damon's waist and nuzzling into his chest as the other man stumbled to the side and into the lockers, breathing hard.
“Well that was an experience,” he panted.
Damon nodded. “It sure was.” He pressed a kiss into Elena's hair as wrapped herself around him, exhausted.
Neither of the couple moved as Elijah donned his wetsuit and left without another word. They listened, laughing quietly, as Katherine caught him just outside the door. And just as Damon thought that Elena had dozed off, she hauled herself up to stand and pull her forgotten dress over her head.
“You didn't have to do that, you know,” she pointed out to him. “I wouldn't have slept with Elijah.”
“Why not?” he asked, following her lead and re-dressing himself.
She stepped forward and wrapped her arms around his waist. “Because you're fucking me so much, I don't even have time to think of anyone else.”
“Oh yeah,” he rolled his eyes. “I'm sure that's exactly why.”
They slowly left the change room and returned their wetsuits, and it wasn't until they were down the road that Elena spoke again.
“You know, considering I'd never even thought of having a threesome a few days ago, I think I'm getting really good at them.”
Not so much first threesome, but first threesome involving a man. I hope it lived up to your expectations! :)