The Best Thing- Chapter 2

The last few months with Blair had been unbelievable. They had finally gotten it right this time. There were no more games between them, any other woman, and most of all no more Nate to interfere with their relationship. In a word it was perfect. There was only one little problem, Blair would be going to NYU in the fall and he would be beginning to head Bass Industries. The summer was almost over and it was going to make every last second with Blair count.

There was only one problem with that. She was in the middle of trying to find a new wardrobe before school started and he had been with her all day. In a fitting room. He could think of so many other things that he would be rather doing today than this and all of them included Blair naked.

She had just pulled a light, pink, and summery dress over her head and was critiquing herself in front of the large mirror. "What do you think of this, Chuck?" She asked as she whirled around from every angle.

"I think it would look so much better on the floor."

She bit her lip to try and stop from laughing but she was unsuccessful. "I'm serious."

He uncrossed his legs and walked over to her and lightly placed his hands on her waist. "So am I, Blair. I've been in every store in Manhattan with you for the past eight hours. Don't you think it's time I was rewarded for my good behavior?"

She threaded her arms around his neck. "You have been a very good boy, Bass."

He smirked. "Just buy all of it, Blair. I'll even give you my credit card."

"Okay." She agreed with a smile. "She began to gather all of the garments that were in the room. "Let's go then."

"Not so fast, Waldorf. You haven't repaid me properly yet for spending the day with you in all of these fucking stores."

Her excitement grew at his words. She knew what he wanted and she wasn't opposed to it as she should have been. She decided to give him a hard time anyways though. "We're in the middle of a fitting room in Bendels. Anyone could hear us."

His lips whispered across hers as he said, "We'll just have to make sure we're quiet then."

Then before Blair knew quite how it happened, she was in Chuck's lap and his mouth was all over hers, in a kiss that started sweet but quickly shattered her pitiful resistance to Chuck. He had a hand on the back of her head, the other on the outside of her thigh, caressing her through the black hose. His slick tongue stroked hers, urging a hotter, more passionate response, and she gave him a kiss that sent a shudder of raw lust through them. She slid her hands up the sides of his neck.

Chuck touched anywhere that his hands landed. This kiss became an avaricious feeding frenzy of mouths and lips and tongues. They tore at each other. Her handbag fell to the floor, and she pushed at the sides of his jacket. She kicked the velvet pumps that she was wearing off her feet and raised onto the balls of her feet. Like a complete wanton, she hooked a leg over his hip and strained against the swollen ridge of his erection.

He groaned his pleasure deep, deep within his chest, and pulled back to look at her with eyes that were heavy with lust. "Blair." He said, his voice rough, then he repeated her name like he couldn't believe that he was her boyfriend. He kissed her face. Her throat. Her ear. "Tell me how much you want me."

"I do." She whispered, pushing his jacket from his shoulders.

"Say it." He shrugged out of the jacket and tossed it to the side. Then his hands were on her breasts, and he brushed her hard nipples through the dress and lace bra. "Say my name."

"Chuck." She trailed kisses down his neck to the hollow of his throat. "I want you, Chuck. I love you."

"I love you so much, Blair." He moaned. "Here?" His hands moved to her hips, her behind, holding her against him, grinding against her soft inner thigh.

"Yes."

"Now? Where anyone could walk in and find us?"

"Yes." She was beyond caring. She ached with desire and the need for him to fill her with pleasure. "Tell me you want me, too."

"I've always wanted you." He breathed into her hair. "Even before Victrola. I wanted you since the day you started going out with Nate."

She smiled. "Well, I'm not Nate's anymore. I'm yours, only yours, Chuck."

He growled with approval and kissed her again. The tension inside her built and pulled and made her mindless to anything but him. She wanted to climb on top of him. Inside him, and stay there forever. He rubbed his straining erection back and forth across her aroused flesh.

Chuck removed her leg from him and bunched the hem of her dress and slip in one fist, holding them up as he shoved her hose and silky panties down her thighs to her knees. He planted his foot in the crotch of her underwear and nylons, pushing the garments to her feet. Blair kicked them free, and his hand moved between their bodies, and he touched her between her legs. His fingers slid into her slick flesh and she shuddered, feeling herself slowly propelled toward climax with each caress. She bit her lip to keep from moaning out loud but she was unsuccessful. A moan slipped past her lips, a husky sound of need.

"I need to be deep inside you." His gaze locked on hers and he began to shrug out of his clothes. His hands tore at the waistband, fumbling with the button and zipper closing his wool pants. Blair reached for him and pushed his silk boxers down. His cock jutted free in her palm, huge and hard and smooth. His skin stretched tight and he slowly pushed himself into her tight grasp. "I have to have you- now."

Chuck lifted her and she wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck. The voluptuous head of his hot erection nudged her slick opening. Their flesh touched, and he reached between their bodies and wrapped his hand around the shaft of his penis. He forced her down as he thrust upward inside, stretching her until there until a stitch of pain invaded Blair's erotic haze, but he withdrew, then buried himself deep, and there was nothing but intense pleasure. The penetration was so powerful and complete, his knees buckled and for one tense moment she feared he might drop her. But he didn't.

His grip on her hips tightened, he withdrew then plunged into her again, deeper.

"Fuck." He gasped as his powerful body crushed her against the door. His chest heaved as he fought to pull air into his lungs, and his uneven breath whispered across her temple, the sound of his passion and pleasure all the same.

Her legs tightened around his waist and she moved with him, slowly at first, then faster and faster as the pressure built. Her heart beat in her ears as he hammered into her, over and over again, pushing her closer to orgasm with each thrust of his pumping hips. Like their frantic mating, there was nothing slow or easy about the intense pleasure that grabbed her, pulled her down, and turned her inside out. Tremor upon tremor shook her, rippled across her flesh, and robbed her of breath. He placed a hand lightly over her mouth, so that her moans would not let them be discovered.

She felt weightless, and a sound like a hurricane thundered inside her head. Her back arched and she clutched at his shirt. She tried to open her mouth to scream, but the sound died in her dry throat. His strong arms crushed her against his chest, his shoulders shook, and he held her tight as wave after luscious wave continued to roll through her. Her muscles contracted, gripping him tight within her. Her spasms had barely slowed when his began. A deep groan rumbled in his chest as he plunged into her. His muscles turned hard as stone, and he whispered her name one last time.

When it was over, she felt battered and bruised, as if she had just lived through a battle, but in an amazing way. Chuck rested his forehead on the door behind her until his breathing slowed and he pulled back far enough to look into her face. He was still embedded deep within her body and their clothes were in disarray. Carefully he eased himself out of her, and she lowered her feet to the ground.

They looked at each other for a moment before they both burst out grinning. "We didn't get caught."

Chuck placed a soft kiss on her lips. "Of course we didn't. I told you that we wouldn't, B."

She smiled at the use of his pet name for her.

They began to rearrange their clothes before Blair bent down to pick up all of her garments from before that were now hopelessly wrinkled. That didn't matter now.

"I take it back."

"Take what back?" She asked, having no idea what he was talking about.

"I take back what I said about going shopping with you. If that's what we're going to do when we go, we should definitely go shopping together more often."

She couldn't help the grin that tilted the corners of her mouth. The love exploded in her chest. "We should."

To Be Continued…

A/N: More smut. I'm not really sure how this turned out. Is it time for me to stop with this or do you want more? Oh, and I will be updating Friendly Encounters next. I've finally have had some ideas for it.