You Only Live Once...
Blair Waldorf sat on the bed she was occupying thinking on the decision that she had to make, mulling over her options, that late October day, as she thought back to the previous time which had set the current events in motion...
It was the day before New Years Eve, December 30th, and Blair Waldorf was in a room at the Met drowning her sorry disposition at the reception for Kati Farkas' wedding to a guy named Josh who she'd met while on a kibbutz in Israel. Apparently Josh's grandfather had risen from a lowly tailor, to the CEO Bergdorf-Goodman forty years earlier, and his family had reaped the rewards in the generations since, thus making him an acceptable candidate to marry to Kati's family.
For Blair it was all par for the course, and just evidence that her life was not quite turning out the way she'd wanted it to, if even Kati had married before herself. In the five and a half years since achieving a Bachelor's degree from Yale she'd traveled briefly with Serena, took an internship at her father's law office, attended law school but became frustrated when she didn't pass the Bar Exam on the first try. This caused her then date a supposed European viscount until she realized he'd only wanted her money, and fell back into a relationship with Nate Archibald, who was still at an impasse over her and Serena, it seemed.
Currently, Blair was just coming off of her latest relationship with Nate, whom she'd been dating fairly steadily for over a year. Just when she thought that he was bound to propose...he suddenly claimed he 'Needed space' and took off for a job opportunity he claimed he had in California. An opportunity he didn't invite her to join him in...which did nothing to improve her sudden opinion of him.
That had been two months earlier, and so far she hadn't heard anything from Nate, so this night, Blair decided to let herself loose and have fun, because obviously he wasn't coming back. That said, Blair Waldorf was on the prowl. After drinking a few too many drinks and not having had sex for several months, she was keyed up and ready to go. After having behaved herself since Nate's departure, Blair was ready to satisfy her voracious sexual appetite by scoring with the hottest guy there tonight...or at least trying to.
With her Prada mini dress, La Pearla push up bra, and Jimmy Choos, she felt like she was in sex kitten mode as she scanned the other people at the party. Most of the guys there seemed rather average looking and definitely not sex god material, which was a bit of a disappointment. This she took as an indication that she'd either have to score with Mr Average, or as a sign that she was supposed to continue to wait for her ex's eventual return.
Suddenly, out of the corner of her eye, she spotted someone who just might be able to satisfy her dreams. With his head of dark hair and an immaculately tailored tux that showed a great back and better backside, he was definitely a candidate for her dreams of a sexy Mr Dark and Dangerous. Still, there was something about his body that seemed familiar...and it wasn't until he turned around that she realized who he was. Standing there, looking sexy as sin with his the collar of his white dress shirt slightly unbuttoned and artfully mussed hair, suavely chatting with the bevy of leggy beauties surrounding him was none other than, Chuck Bass. The same Chuck Bass who'd been the horniest boy she knew in school and growing up, who'd seemed so unflappable and loved to seductively tease and flirt almost anyone. He was also the same young man who she'd dated in college several years later, and at that time he'd acted like the perfect gentleman...but by the look of it, he'd resorted back to his old ways again.
That seemed unfortunate, until she realized that this Chuck might be far more fun and far more willing to do anything. So with that in mind, along with the fact that he was also a former boyfriend, Blair Waldorf sidled up to Chuck Bass at the bar, pushing his bevy of beauties out of the way in the process.
"Hi...I just thought I'd come over to tell you hi...because you look so familiar..." she flirtatiously commented, seeing if he'd even recognize her.
"Mm...likewise...although only in my dreams...which means we should leave this place, take off our clothes, and get to know each other better...in a more intimate manner." he seductively countered.
"Really? And I bet that would include champagne...chocolates...and a bubble bath...with you joining me in that bubble bath?" she coyly replied.
"Oh but of course...In fact its as if you just read my mind..." he coyly retorted.
"Oh really? And why should I take you up on your offer?...Other than the fact you're Mr Dark and Dangerous, sexy as sin?" she mused, surprised he so far hadn't recognized her.
"Ha ha ha...flattery will get you everywhere." he seductively chuckled, his deep voice filled with sexy bemusement. "Hm...why should you take me up on my offer? Because...I'm Chuck Bass..."
"So you say. If you are him, I'm surprised you haven't recognized me yet, because we've been together before. But since you don't know me...no sex for you, because I'm Blair Waldorf..." she artfully pouted, turning around to virtually ignore him, as she sauntered off to the dance floor, imagining she'd left him panting in her wake, since traditionally he loved it when girls played hard to get.
Blair hadn't been on the dance floor long, when simultaneously J Lo's "On The Floor" started playing and she suddenly felt a hard, male body that smelled of Drakkor Noir calogne press up behind her, practically curling around her as he whispered in her ear in a deep, seductive voice "Ah Blair, baby...I was only teasing...of course I knew you right away. Who could forget that Waldorf ass? I know I can't..." purring against her cheek as his hands ran down the front of her body, drawing her to him, as his own body pressed her from behind.
"My ass? Is that all you remember about me, Bass?" she replied in mock consternation.
"Ha ha...no...although its a memorable one..." he chuckled darkly, adding "As well as here..." he replied, squeezing her breasts. "And here..." he added, pressing her stomach and pelvis through her this dress. "And especially here..." he finished, sliding his hands up her thighs and under the hem of her dress until he reached her newly waxed crotch, pushing her underpants aside to part her folds and fully touch her with his wickedly familiar fingers.
The beat of the music, with the feel of Chuck's lips on her neck, his body pressing her from behind, as his fingers thrust in and out of her core in time to the music became a heady combination indeed. Blair leaned her head back against his shoulder and soon began to moan as she started to come right there on the darkened dance floor. The entire time, Chuck seemed to encourage her with his dirty words whispered in her ear, coaxing her on to come for him as he fingered her. All in all Blair knew she'd never think of wedding receptions or a J Lo song the same way ever again.
Allowing him to be in command, Blair let Chuck lead her off the dance floor and out of the reception area and into another part of the Met. The section they came upon first was the Egypt room, where Chuck pushed her up against a column and knelt down in front of her, with a seductive proposal in mind. Not for marriage, but for pleasure. After kneeling, he lifted her skirt to her waist and tore away her underpants, saying "Hm...you're so wet for me B...so wet you're dripping...I bet you're even sweeter...I need a taste..." before he leaned forward to set his hot, wicked mouth to her waiting, oh so wet crotch.
Moaning in delight, Blair buried her manicured fingers into his dark hair and moaned "CHUCK!" losing herself in the sensation, as she suddenly realized where they were. Blair chuckled at the memory of that Sunday brunch over a decade earlier, where she'd let Chuck scarf down her omelet...Who knew a decade later she'd be standing in that exact same spot, with her skirt hiked up and that same Chuck Bass's face buried between her thighs, scarfing down her pussy? (Oh the irony!)
After making her come again, he stood up and captured her mouth with his own, chuckling as they kissed, as she tasted her own self on his tongue. They both fully intended to go further, with even Blair reaching down to help Chuck unfasten his slacks, when a security guard stepped into the room, the beam from his flashlight shining right at them. In a flashback to earlier times, and the heady energy of nearly getting caught, the pair ran hand-in-hand out of the museum, deciding to ditch the party like the pair of naughty, truant school kids they'd once been.
Exiting the building, Chuck found the valet parking attendant and had him bring the car around for them. In a moment of responsibility, he suddenly suggested "Tonight was fun...but Princess B probably needs her beauty sleep, so I should see you home before we get into even more trouble..." chuckling seductively as he held her, playfully pinching her shoulder and ass, as they waited for the car to be pulled around.
"Aw, spoil sport...you're no fun. I wanna have fun...and I'm no Princess..." she moaned suggestively in complaint, running her hands down his hot, sexy body.
"Mm...indeed you aren't...Ha ha...Well I'll just have to show you somewhere else first...somewhere I lay my head for rest...and other things..." he mused as they both slipped into his brand new, dove grey jag.
"It isn't your 'Fuck me' suite at the Tribeca Star Hotel is it? We've known each other too long for that." she sighed, rubbing her hands across his thigh and the ever increasing bulge in his slacks.
"No...I was thinking of my flat..." he replied.
"You still don't live in that place your parents bought you on Cornelia Street, do you? It was nice, but it didn't seem like you." she mused.
"Ha ha, no I don't live there anymore...but if you're looking for a place to rent...it could be made available."
"Thanks...but I'm looking for my next move to be back up into the Upper East Side again...so..." she sighed in reply.
"Mm...that's interesting to know..." Chuck mused as he shifted his car and sped through the streets, cutting through Central Park and down the highway along the Hudson, until he arrived at his apartment building, at 200 Eleventh Avenue. The entire time Blair kept toying with him, rubbing his thigh, then his crotch, vaguely fondling him, until Chuck felt ready to explode through his slacks.
Finally, they reached the apartment, where Chuck drove into what Blair assumed was a parking garage, but instead of pulling into a spot in the basement, he pulled his car in front of a garage door and waited until the door opened.
"A garage door? What's this?" Blair mused as she glanced at the doors.
"Yes...its the elevator that takes my car up to my apartment...Aw shit Blair can you..." he moaned clearly hot, bothered, and in need of relief.
"An elevator for your car? Cool." she replied. Then chuckling aloud, Blair saucily asked "Aw Chuckie...do you need help? Do you want me to repay you for our night at the museum?" as she slipped her hand into his waistband and unbutton the two buttons there and unzipping the hidden zipper of the fly, releasing his hot, heavy cock into her ready little hands.
"Fuck...yes, Blair..." he growled as he freed himself further so that he was fully exposed to her. He sensuously moaned then as she stroked him root to tip a few times, almost entirely losing it and nearly missing his cue to pull the car forward into the elevator.
Once they pulled into the elevator, both assumed Blair would continue with the blow job she'd started already, but after a few generous licks along his length, Blair imagined an even bolder scenario for where they were.
"Chuck...how long does this elevator take?" she asked, pulling back and sitting up.
"Uh I dunno...seven or eight minutes I guess..." he sighed, still pent-up and unsatisfied.
"Good...just enough time. Chuck Bass I wanna quickie...now. Not just oral." she enthused, as he skeptically replied "Are you sure?"
"Yes! I wanna do it...now...before I change my mind. Sex in a car as it rides up an elevator would be two firsts for me...so..." she seductively mused as he coyly slid his seat back and said "You've never had sex in a car before? Mm..."
Chuck then proceeded to lift up his ass to slide his slacks down a bit, settling his bare cheeks on the heated leather seats just before Blair climbed over the console in the middle, nearly knocking the car out of park, to then settle on Chuck, straddling his thighs with her own. It didn't take long for her to settle on him, the velvety head of his cock teasing her weeping core. She briefly rode against him, until he grabbed her hips and settled her perfectly there, until he thrust into her as she pushed down on him. The feeling of his hot, firm organ piercing into her tighter core gave them both an excruciating pleasure, as her body began to adjust to its invasion by his.
Locking eyes they began to kiss and pant and ride, their breaths panting, and their voices moaning in pleasurable unison. They pushed their sweaty foreheads together. He cupped her ass with his large, powerful hands, as she gripped his shoulders, while they rode on to completion in the front seat of the car, roaring in unison as they both came at the same time the car stopped at it's destination...Chuck's luxury apartment on the top floor.
Collapsing against each other, Chuck reluctantly peeled Blair's smaller frame off of his body and opened the door, mumbling "A'right...we're here...everybody out...ladies first..." as he helped her up to her mumbled protests.
Blair climbed out of the car and stepped barefooted onto the floor of the elevator area, as Chuck went to shift the car forward slightly and completely turn it off, so that the conveyor system could pull the car into its designated personal parking garage. Before he did so though, he glanced at Blair standing in all of her saucy dishevelment, and noticed that they both had come so hard during their quickie that she was virtually dripping on the floor.
"Was that us? Shit...that's hot, B! We are not done yet!" he exclaimed, before climbing out of his car and only half pulling up his pants, leaving his upper pelvis exposed.
"Seriously...you can go again, after that?" she pondered bemusedly, hoping he'd answer in the affirmative.
"Oh yeah...just watch me..." he seductively growled, making their way into his apartment, which was the ultimate bachelor's pad, with the modern, utilitarian, décor, gas fireplace, jacuzzi hot tub, large screen TV, wet bar/kitchen, and so on. Blair though only saw Chuck's apartment in passing as they made their way to his bedroom, where they tore off each other's clothes and proceeded to make love all over Chuck's spacious bed. All the months of practical celibacy for Blair Waldorf was soon made up for in one night with Chuck Bass, as he definitely put her through her paces, before they collapsed together in a sated and exhausted heap.