Competitive Spirit
By Casper
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AN: Chuck/Blair. A small lemon I wrote a while back. Hope you enjoy.
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Disclaimer: I do not own Gossip Girl.
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Rated: M
"I'll tell you something you've never heard before."
Chuck Bass laughed at the woman's antics. He stood at his bedroom doorway and felt himself grow hard at the sight of his woman in the rumpled bed sheets. He couldn't deny, she kept him...lively when it came to sex...and anything in between, actually.
"Really?" A corner of his lips curved upward as he watched Blair slip down from his bed and pad on bare feet to greet across his room.
Blair took a step forward. "Have you ever done it seven times in a row for good luck?"
He had to cough in order to hide his laughter. "No. Can't say that I have. Though I have done it seven times in a row just for the hell of it."
She smirked, a finger toying at his collar while her other hand reached below and unzipped his pants. "Well I think we should try and break your record Mr. Bass. I'm becoming drunk with competition."
Leaning in, her lips lightly grazed his but never pressed enough for him to conquer her mouth. When he tried, she backed away, laughing wickedly. "Teasing me now are you?" He growled and seized both of her hands while dipping the other in her soft brown curls. Already he could feel himself becoming drunk on the taste of her, something she had tried to deny him. Like she could.
She moaned into his mouth as her suddenly free hand managed to slip inside his pants and tease the tip of him. There was a pause as he had to break away and take a ragged breath in. Oh, the woman loved to play games with him, to push him over the edge until he lost himself.
He snatched her hand out and pressed her body up against a nearby wall. She gave a laugh as he wrapped a hand just below her collarbone, pushing up her skirt and into her panties. When he felt nothing but bare skin and a wet and waiting mound, his eyebrow went up. Blair gave a casual shrug, "Thought you might agree with me."
Chuck shook his head with a prideful gleam in his eyes. "Smart woman." He allowed her legs twist around his hips as he plunged into her delicious tight folds.
He gave a thrust, allowing Blair to adjust with the difference in being up against a wall which she took in with stride as she quickly met him stroke for stroke, gaining more momentum by the second. Her kiss-bruised lips parted as her eyes closed with a sigh of sheer pleasure. "More." She whispered hotly, already feeling the pull of he release and he delivered. Nails scrapped along his shoulders with her arms wrapped under his and on to his shoulder blades.
He grinded his hips into her, causing her back to arch as her ass pressed hard into the wall.
As Blair cried out, body squeezing him tight, he made a mental note to strip for the next round.