Hello my faithful readers!
I know i should be updating Season 3 (which i am BTW!) and Love Story (it is still in progress) but this one came up after watching 3x7, 'how to succeed in Bassness', and i just wanted to at least make up a little for this non sexual chair the writer's have been giving us for the past 2 months, so i hope you enjoy a little smut in your lives.
This is a two parter ;) so expect an update very soon. I want to finish it today, so enjoy.
It was obvious how different it felt between them. As if distance had made them even more addicted to each other.
She loved it. She loved him so much it hurt.
Her gloved hands tangled themselves in the newly trimmed hair of his neck, making him hiss at the sensation; he felt himself getting even harder at the simple gesture.
Her moans ringed in his ears when he slid his expert tongue inside her mouth. He knew exactly what to do and how to do it to cause those kind of sounds come out of her perfect ruby lips.
He sighted and felt himself getting desperate at the amount of clothes standing in between his eager body and her welcoming skin. They had to be made for each other. Sliding down the delicate zipper of her dress, he grazed the exposed skin of her back, making Goosebumps appear in her smooth skin. She swore she blacked out for a second when he slid the straps off her delicate shoulders and the dress fell on the floor with a small 'thump' sound.
"Chuck," Blair breathed as she stepped out of her dress and pulled away from him, eliciting a groan of disapproval from his full lips. "Hang my dress somewhere or it'll be ruined." she whispered as she removed his black fedora and placed it on the nearby chair. He smirked and nodded.
"'course." he picked up the dress and placed it over the back of the chair, kneeling on the floor.
"Get up here," she spoke softly, putting both of her small hands over his broad shoulders and leaning over him. He smirked and kissed her stomach with soft, butterfly kisses. She bit her lip and wiggled her hips a bit, wanting his lips on hers desperately.
Ever since that stupid kiss with Mr. Ellis he had been so distant. Every kiss seemed so forced, something that was very uncharacteristically of Chuck. They had shared many kissed, even before that night in his limo. Once, at Georgina's 15th birthday playing spin the bottle, other time at her bed when she and Nate broke up for 3 days and he was just… there. They almost got to second base, but they stopped when they realized that he was Chuck Bass and she was Blair Waldorf. It was just unacceptable. Thank goodness they both got over society.
But that week had felt like her relationship with Nate two years ago, after he had slept with Serena, when everything was an obligation; they were forced to hold hands and smile, and look like the perfect couple they both knew they weren't.
she cried herself to sleep every single night that week. As if his coldness towards her wasn't enough, chuck-less (sex-less) nights were simply torture.
She wanted so badly to have the courage to confront him about his attitude (after all, she had apologized numerous times during those 7 days, and Chuck Bass of all people knew how hard it was for Blair to apologize, even if it was him; he was being unreasonable and simply cruel to her), but she was just like him: a coward.
She would never admit it out loud, but she knew it.
"Would you be feeling a bit… adventurous this evening?" he asked mischievously, placing hot, open-mouthed kissed horizontally, tracing her hip bone.
Her mind was beyond coherent thoughts, she was so desperate for an orgasm she would jump off a building for it. "Uhu," she moaned as he kept his ministrations at an agonizingly slow pace. "Anything, Chuck."
He chuckled darkly and stood up abruptly, walking away from her and sitting on the edge of the bed, looking at her in that way he knew made her feel self-conscious but at the same time worshiped.
When he discarded his blazer and tie he motioned for Blair to come sit on his lap.
He inhaled deeply when his nose buried in her brown curls; he could not understand how he lived without her intoxicating scent, it was vital for him to smell it.
He removed all the pins that were holding her hair in place, running his hands through it, fascinated by how it shined and how amazing it smelled. Blair had thrown her head back, enjoying his hands massaging her scalp and freeing her hair from the confines of pins, hairspray and whatever else Aldo (his hairstylist) put into her hair.
"I've figured a way for me to completely forgive you, my love." Blair's breathing increased at his dark statement; she knew It was coming, she just thought she had more time. Chuck's hand turned a little rougher, taking most of her hair in his hand and squeezing forcefully. It would have been painful if he hadn't been nipping on her earlobe before uttering the most outrageous words ever heard by her ear's: "I want you to kiss a girl." her breath caught in her throat and everything seemed suddenly so blurry; she was having a panic attack. She was sure of if.
"Chuck," came her weak response. She was helpless when he was this was.
His strong, husky voice in her ear, his hands over her body, tangled in her hair, keeping her in place, right next to his sinful lips and filthy tongue; it was almost too much for her.
He was so sexual. Everything about him was hot and sexy and just… maddening. The way he walked, how he spoke so slowly, just so you understand him completely so he wouldn't need to repeat himself (Bass men didn't need to say things twice; once is more than enough), how he shoved his hands into his pockets when he was about to do something dangerous, or simply walk towards you. He was jut too unpredictable.
Blair was helpless against him. She knew if he asked her to suck him off right on the NYU dorm hall, she would do it; he would find a way to make her do it.
If only people knew the things they did behind closed doors.
"I want you to take the girl I have here for you, press your lips to hers and slide your pretty little tongue down her throat. I want her moaning your name, begging for more. Do you get it, waldorf?" her insides turned into jelly and her eyes closed when she felt him pull her hair a little tighter. She completely lost her mind when he bit her lip and ran his tongue over the mark, making her whimper and squirm on his lap.
She was so ready for his cock it was ridiculous. She wanted so badly to crush her lips to his, but his death grip was making it impossible.
She had never really kissed a girl before. She was always in her comfort zone with Nate her whole life, little pecks and a hand in certain place, but never that kind of experimenting (other than crazy, animal sex with Chuck). She and Chuck had a very interesting sex life. They had 'I miss you so fucking much I'm going to fuck your brains out' when they reunited after their 'I love your's', the 'you fucking asshole, I
hate you so much I'm going to kill you with an orgasm', and, of course, the 'hurry the fuck up before Nate walks in on us!', but it had always been about them; Chuck and Blair, woman and man, but it was never Chuck, Blair and someone else. Ever.
And that scared her. And exited her.
So, since she was so impossibly horny, she said the only logical response to that.
"Bring it, Bass." he smirked and nodded.
"That's my girl."
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