A/N: Warning, smut lies ahead.
There had been a rush of nerves when Blair first dove into the kiss, scared that maybe he might reject her, or that he wouldn't return the gesture with equal fervor. Chuck's hand zipped up to her thigh, though, and grabbed it selfishly, his fingers spread wide so as to cover as much of her skin as possible. Both of them, Chuck realized with satisfaction as her own hand went for his hair, small tingles erupting at the base of his scalp when she gripped it firmly, were feeling as needy for each other as the other was. Blair moaned against his lips, unable to contain it, that familiar heat building in her core as she felt her La Perlas get slightly damper.
Her other hand soon joined the first and tangled at the back of his head, slowly sliding forward to cup his soft skin. It caused his mouth to curve against hers and then he was licking at her bottom lip, coaxing her mouth open (wider, just a little wider). His tongue eagerly lining her bottom lip, begging for entrance, was Blair's signal to allow her lips to slip open, head slightly titled as his tongue gently slid into her mouth. God, she was…. He groaned low in the back of his throat, swiftly landing on a decision. He was done. His hand left her thigh (drawing a whimper of protest from her) only to arrive at the front of his coat, nimbly undoing the buttons he'd neglected to take care of when he sat down on her bed.
So many emotions that had been swirling and building within him were finally getting released now. They refused to be silenced any longer - all the frustration, the fear, the guilt, the need, the lust, the… love… this was all of it, and she'd kissed him. She'd initiated it and given her approval and he… was powerless. He wasn't strong enough to deny her, not like this, not when thunder and lightening was splitting apart the sky and there was no where else he'd rather be than right here with her. He did away with his jacket promptly, tossing it onto the floor behind him. Eagerly, Blair reached forward for his shirt buttons, her mouth leaving kisses from his jaw down to his neck while she popped each button of out their holes as fast as she could manage without simply ripping the thing to shreds (which she's slightly embarrassed to say she's done before).
As she worked along his buttons, his hands groped her body - thighs first, but now he was more focused on touching everywhere since for this moment in time he was allowed. It had been a long time, and he had other parts of her body to greet. Her waist was next and he quickly skimmed over it, moving up her sides (careful about pressure on her ribs) to cup her breasts through the material of the nightgown. Before he got settled there, however, he let his hands wander behind to her back, and when he found the area completely devoid of any coverage (thanks to the person who had invented the concept of 'backless') he was wickedly delighted, his hands dipping low and coming to rest just above her ass.
Having finally undone all of the buttons on his shirt and yanked it impatiently out of his pants, tiny hands were confidently pushing it his shoulders and down his arms. Chuck removed his hands to shake himself free of the suddenly very constricting material, stopping short at the look on her face. Her smile and the general glow about her face nearly knocked him breathless; if he hadn't known it before, this moment would have told him that she was indeed the most exquisite being that he had ever happened to come across, and that it was a tragic day when not everybody could be as awe-inspiring as she was. He lifted his hand and brushed it across her cheek softly, a tender act in the midst of the uncontrollable passion. Tender as it was, that didn't stop him from accepting her returning mouth with zeal, a strong hand grasping her chin and pulling her mouth into his with a needy force, like he could somehow get her to merge with him if he just kissed her this way long enough.
He knew he should be savoring this moment, their first time together in ages. But he'd never done well with slow, and his patience was wearing thin - namely, his patience with her, because here he was, divested of his shirt, and she was still obscenely clothed. He released her chin only to lead his fingers to the hem of her nightgown, pulling on it with far less care than she had his shirt buttons. If it ripped, he'd buy her another one, but soon his fingers were gliding under the silky material and over her skin, the fabric riding higher and higher as he pushed his hands up her body. His hands brushed over her bare breasts, before he broke the kiss and pulled the nuisance up and over her head, letting it land… somewhere.
He couldn't see where, because his eyes were only for her. They were dark as a pitch black sky while they drank her in, watching the rise and fall of her chest and the way her nipples flushed deeper than the rest of her body. For a moment he lingered on the bruises, and then he was leaning in, kissing her softer than before but with the same passionate, lustful edge that said the desire was still very much there. "You," he mumbled against her mouth. "Are perfect." He stood then, tugging on his belt. There was a jangle of metal when he unfastened it and once he'd unzipped and unbuttoned his pants they dropped to the floor and he kicked them to the side. With a devilish smirk he lifted her leg by the ankle that wasn't sprained and knelt between her legs, his hands moving up the inside of her thighs. "Lay back for me, lover," he crooned, the old pet name flowing from his tongue easily. "I want you to be comfortable when I torture you."
There was an immediate increase in Blair's heart-rate with the anticipation of what was to come next. She dropped back onto her elbows, unable to form coherent words as soon as those talented and downright sinful fingers began closing the space between themselves and the apex of her legs. As soon as the tips of his fingers brushed against the front of her La Perlas she felt another rush of wetness pooling in the black lace and silk, her eyes rolling shut as she let out a breathy, "Chuck." He'd reduced her to a puddle of jello, and her vocabulary now only consisted of; Chuck, more, faster, harder, and fuck. Silently, she thanked Serena (and especially Colin) for leaving the Penthouse for the night. Her doe eyes fluttered open to look down at Chuck, his eyes gazing so deeply into her own. She swallowed, both in excitement and nervousness. His eyes held many promises for pleasure, and she hoped she would be able to keep up.
Smirking, he bent and placed a kiss at the inside of her knee, letting his breath fall against the skin. "Don't be nervous," his gravelly voice instructed her, placing another kiss farther up her leg, this time on the inside of her thigh. "I know how much you love this. How you love not knowing where I'll put my tongue," he flicked at her skin, "or teeth," he clamped down lightly, this time on the inside of her other leg, immediately following it with a kiss. Her only response was a soft, almost painful sounding whimper, and her eyes dropped closed again. He was trying to kill her; that was clear. Every little place his teeth, tongue, and lips touched left a tingling sensation, like the ghost of a touch. As his lips slowly got closer to their prize, she inhaled a sharp breath, her hands fisting in the sheets, body buzzing with excitement. However, the warmth of his breath was shortly removed as he curled his fingers around her La Perlas and slowly pulled them off her body. Again, her eyes opened, peeking at him as he once again situated himself between her legs. It was only a short time before his fingers were slowly dragging against her exposed womanhood, getting coated in her juices. A loud, involuntary moan, slipped past her pink lips, and her brows furrowed in concentration.
Chuck had to bite his own lip to hold back a hiss of appreciation when he found the wetness pooling there. "So wet," he commented, his voice deathly soft. His now slippery fingers moved a little higher, coming into contact with the small, swelling bundle of nerves. He circled it with a barely there touch, a knowing smirk pulling at his mouth. He licked his lips then. "Try not to break the glass when you scream." It was a taunt and a warning all rolled into one, topped off with just the hint of a threat - because he would have her screaming for him. The mental audio tape he played for himself was growing old, and he craved a new version. He removed his hands and slid him under her then, angling her slightly before his mouth descended, his brow furrowing when a grumble reverberated in his mouth when he pressed his lips against her wet folds.
Eyes now wide, she bucked her hips against his mouth, "Chuck!" She groaned as soon as his tongue began thrusting inside her tight channel, one hand venturing south to tangle in his hair and ensure that he didn't go anywhere. She tried to still her hips, but it was a hard task, especially when she had Chuck fucking Bass eating her out.
"You taste fucking good," he got out between alternating licking and kissing, and thrusting. One of his hands moved from under her and he carefully inserted two of his fingers, lifting his head ever so slightly so he could see how she was reacting. Each new little lick or kiss produced a throaty moan, or soft whimper from Blair, getting increasingly louder. There was a light sheen of sweat forming on her skin, giving it a dewy look, his hands slightly slippery against her flesh. Her head was thrown back against the satin sheets, hair fanned out and tangled, a few stray tendrils clinging to her skin. Her mouth formed a perfect 'o', and there was a look of pure unadulterated lust on her face as she moaned—louder this time. "Don't you dare stop," she hissed, her voice soft and sensual yet demanding, fingers still tightly gripping his brown hair.
He laughed, the sound coming from deep within his chest, and there was a dark edge too it. Blair clenched her teeth in response, vibrations echoing through her core. "Trust me, Princess," he husked. "I would never dream of stopping before you got to give the grand finale." Slowly, he bent to let his tongue circle the pink bundle of nerves that was probably begging for attention. He flicked at it once, twice, then a third time. "Just remember what I said about the glass," he instructed her like the smug ass he was before he opened his mouth and drew the bundle into his mouth completely, sucking on it and running his tongue over it with a grunt. He could feel how close she was - having experienced enough orgasms from Blair, he knew that it wouldn't be long until she came, and he found himself strangely impatient. Because the sight had haunted his dreams for a very long time, and now that it was close to happening again, the drive he had to hear it was considerable. His teeth grazed like a feather against the bud when he readjusted his mouth, and his tongue began to flick against it while he sucked it into his mouth.
"C'mon, Blair," he groaned against her, the words muffled due to the fact that he was unwilling to cease his actions for long enough to get them out clearly. "Come for me. Let me," he grunted sharply, momentarily releasing her clit so he could lick over her slit and around his fingers. "I want you to come for me. Come for me…" he rasped the demand, as if it were something she could be persuaded into. "Come for me… and then I'll fuck you like you deserve." He hissed the words deliciously, curling his fingers up again.
Almost instantly, Blair's body arched off the bed, taut as a bow, her eyes stamped shut as bright lights exploded behind the closed lids. A scream tore from her lips, his name echoing in the large penthouse, hands keeping him pressed against her as she rode out the waves of her orgasm—inner walls clenching tightly around his fingers as she simultaneously melted around him, her nectar spilling around his fingers and against his mouth and chin.
However, even as Chuck felt her walls clamping and fluttering around his fingers, which now slid smoothly in and out of her tight entrance, he kept curling and thrusting. During and just after her peak she would be almost unbearably sensitive, and so with a sinister glint in his otherwise coal black eyes, he decided that he would make the most of that for his own pleasure. Warm juices now coated his fingers thickly and he slowly withdrew them, sliding the digits into his mouth and sucking before lowering his mouth to her entrance and licking the excess greedily. There was so much, so much from just one orgasm. Pleased with his work, he licked once, twice, three times more along her slit, each one longer and slower than the last one. He pulled the pink bud into his mouth ever so gently, much gentler than his urgent, gluttonous sucking from before, swathing it with his tongue and watching her with his eyes.
Slowly, he let it go, and Blair gradually came down, muscles loosening as she was once again reduced to a puddle of goo, her body slightly quaking in aftershocks. Chuck pulled his other hand out from beneath her and letting it run over her thigh, lightly massaging the firm, soft flesh. By now the sheen of sweat had gotten thicker, and there was a deep flush that brushed across her whole body. Her chest rose and fell heavily, her breathing attempting to return back to normal as she pushed herself up onto her hands so she was sitting up completely, a dumbfounded look on her face, "What did you do to me, Bass?" she asked, her voice having been shot from the scream that previously ripped through her, a smirk pulling at the corner of her lips.
An arrogant grin spread over his expression, his eyes still dangerously dark and mimicking that of a predator watching his prey. "That, Waldorf," he began, each word slow and drawn out. "is what I believe they call an unprecedented, mountain-moving, earth-shattering orgasm. If you ever need an example of one again, I'll be happy to provide." The grin fell away from his face and he leaned in, kissing her cheek, jaw, and under her ear. "I want you, Blair," he whispered into her ear, his voice gruff. "I can't wait anymore. You have no idea how hard you've got me. Hearing you scream for me," he nipped at her skin before licking at the area, "was incredible."
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