Chapter 7
"You sure?" his voice reverberated in the depths of her mind, and it took her a moment to process what he was asking. Was she sure she wanted to cross this line? To become an adulteress? Those questions were too heavy for her current state of mind. She wasn't ready to consider the implications of their actions, so she just gave over to the feeling of it all.
Instead of responding, she poured all of her desires into another searing kiss. Her fingers loosened the tie around his neck, while his hands lowered to the hem of the t-shirt, bunching it around her waist. She gasped when his firm grasp on her hips pulled her closer to the edge of the vanity and he ground his still-clothed erection against her center. "God, I want you so much," he groaned against her ear before his lips found hers once again.
Just as her fingers started working the buttons on his shirt, they were startled by the loud thudding of footsteps against the stairs. She pulled back, with a look of sheer panic written in her previously lust-filled eyes. Chuck whispered, "Stay here," as he quickly tucked his shirt back into his pants and shrugged into his suit jacket.
When he stepped into the large office, he breathed a sigh of relief to find that the owner of the footsteps had not yet made it to the top of the stairs. He settled himself at his desk, grabbing a random file to use as an alibi for his lengthy absence (though he was positive that Nate hadn't noticed how long he'd actually been gone, considering his indiscretions with Serena). A light knock sounded at the door as Nate peeked his head in, "Hey, man, have you seen Blair?"
Chuck didn't look up because he wasn't sure how he would react to Nate. There was a weird mix of rage and smugness in his voice which he hoped came across as impatient indifference when he responded, "She's still in the bathroom trying to clean up the mess you made of her dress," and then before he could stop himself, he asked more pointedly, "Where's Serena?"
"Oh, um, I got her a cab. She wasn't feeling great after drinking so much," Nate had never been as good at deception as Chuck or Blair, and his lie was evident in his voice. Chuck was momentarily glad that Blair couldn't hear it because he knew she would see right through Nate's bullshit, and he wasn't sure if he was ready for her to experience the kind of pain that would come with the knowledge that her fiance had chosen Serena over her.
Nate stalked to the bathroom door, guilt heavy on his shoulders, and knocked lightly, "Blair, you ready? The car's here? It's after 3."
A moment later, the door opened to reveal Blair wearing her still damp dress with an impossible stain splattered across the front of the lavender-colored satin. She responded too formally, "Yes, I'm tired. Let's go home."
She approached Chuck who was still seated at his desk, and said, "Thank you for a lovely evening, Chuck."
Mischievousness gleamed in his eyes when he took her hand, subtly pressing a small sheet of paper into her palm, and kissed her knuckles. "It was all my pleasure, I assure you."
She flushed with a shy smile as Nate guided her down the stairs. Her hand clutched tightly to the sheet of paper, anxious to discover its message. It wasn't until she got home and locked herself in the bathroom away from Nate's prying eyes that she read its contents: If you're sure. The Palace. Suite 1812. Tomorrow, 10:30 am.
XOXO
Chuck was up and dressed early the next morning, despite not arriving back to his suite until after 4 am. Anxiety plagued his mind in a way that it hadn't since his father's death. He still didn't have a clue what the hell he was thinking; all he knew was that the minute his lips touched Blair's, it was all over; he was gone. Admittedly, he wasn't the most loyal friend in the world; in fact, he'd never felt any moral sense of allegiance to anyone in his life - except Nathaniel. For the past 24 years of his life, he had learned to put himself - his desires and his needs - above everyone else's. It was most certainly how he had found success so quickly in the ruthless world of real estate. The only person he would even hesitate to betray was Nate. He had been resolved to keep his distance from Blair, no matter how much he wanted her, but when he saw Nate with Serena wrapped around him in plain sight for anyone to see, something in him snapped.
He had felt justified through the haze of alcohol and rage in kissing Blair because Nate clearly didn't respect her in the way that she deserved. Now, sober and horny, sitting in his suite pushing his breakfast around the plate with his fork, he pondered the path he was about to take - that is, if Blair even showed up. Sobriety may prove to be enough to keep her away. He couldn't help the feeling of disappointment that settled into the pit of his stomach at the thought that she may not come. He knew that giving her the note had been reckless, but, God, he was so tired of resisting her out of loyalty to a man who was so quick to act unfaithfully.
The hardest realization, though, was the fact that he didn't feel much guilt at all. Instead he felt rejuvenated. He told himself that it was the nature of having a forbidden affair; it's the thrill of sneaking around that's the ultimate aphrodisiac. That had to be it because his body had never reacted to another woman the way it reacted to simply touching and kissing Blair. They hadn't even made it past second base, and he had been so hard that he couldn't move from his desk chair to tell them goodbye. Once again, he'd resorted to self-stimulation to relieve a fraction of the pent-up frustration he felt.
Was he really prepared to partake in an illicit affair with an engaged woman? Could he handle the repercussions that came with sleeping with his best friend's fiance? Perhaps just one time to get it out of their systems would be enough, and then they would be able to go back to sarcastic witticisms without the ardent desire to rip one another's clothes off. That was it, he decided. They were so focused on one another because it should be off-limits. As soon as they had each other, the desire would decrease to mere manageable attraction, and she could go back to playing the doting little wife and he could go back to fucking the entire female population of New York City.
He checked his watch: 8:36 am. The next two hours were going to be complete and utter torture.
XOXO
Blair couldn't wait for Nate to leave the house. His very presence was irritating her this morning. She feigned a terrible headache from a hangover so that he wouldn't talk to her - or touch her. Her heart pounded wildly against her rib cage as she considered her options for the day. Chuck had now asked her twice if she was sure, very clearly giving her an out if she needed it. But did she want a way out? No, she wanted him. There was no point in denying that fact. She would've given herself to him in his office the night before if Nate hadn't interrupted them.
She shouldn't go. If she did, then there would be no turning back, no alcohol to use as an excuse. She wasn't the kind of girl who had an extramarital affair. But it's not extramarital yet, her mind tried to reason. Maybe everyone needs a little fling or indiscretion before taking the plunge into marriage. One time with Chuck to get it out of her system, and then in a week's time, she can become Nate's faithful wife. Why didn't that thought bring her comfort like it used to? She wasn't ready to consider the reason, so she pulled the covers up further over her head and replayed Chuck's caresses from the night before. It had been as if his hands were electric because as soon as they touched her, she felt like shockwaves pulsed through every inch of her body. She had to experience it again; she would worry about the consequences later.
When Nate finally left at 9:28, she quickly jumped out of bed, cursing him for not leaving her with enough time to get ready. She ran to the shower, urgently scrubbing her body and shaving her legs. Carefully, she glided the razor higher toward her most intimate area and shivered in excitement as she realized that she was grooming herself for another man. She should've felt guilty because it was so, so wrong, but all she felt was exhilaration.
After applying generous amounts of vanilla orchid lotion to her limbs, she went to her lingerie drawer to find the most seductive set. She frowned as she rifled through her drawer, not wanting to wear anything for Chuck that she had previously worn for Nate. She shoved the drawer closed in frustration when she couldn't find anything. An evil smirk spread across her face when she remembered her La Perla shopping trip a few days before. The box was still hidden in her closet because she had intended on packing the various pieces for her honeymoon. She searched through her haul, tossing aside the bridal-style sets, before she landed on a rich emerald green set of scalloped lace with subtle peek-a-boo cut-outs around the hips and breasts. It was the perfect mixture of naughty and innocent. She pulled on a more conservative black Proenza Schouler dress paired with laced booties and quickly added a strawberry lip gloss over top her red lipstick before heading out the door. Drawing a deep breath, she allowed herself just a moment to back out. When she found herself climbing into the towncar, she realized from the moment he had kissed her, there was no chance that she would back out.
XOXO
Chuck checked his watch for the eighth time in the past twenty minutes. It was now 10:43 am. She wasn't coming. He was the over-eager asshole who took advantage of her tipsy state the night before. It probably hadn't taken her long to realize that he wasn't worth her time, and now he would get nothing more from her than social niceties for the next week before she spent the rest of her life avoiding him. He threw back his scotch with no care for the early hour. He was prepared to count this as one of his biggest fuck-ups in life.
Just as he was about to head to the bar to drown his misery, he heard a faint, unsure knock at the door. He looked toward the door for a moment, frozen in place. Was it her, or was it just a maid coming to pick up his dirty linens? Cautiously, he made his way toward the knocking and opened the door.
There she stood, looking every bit the radiant angel he expected. How she looked so perfect after such a late night, he hadn't the slightest clue. He was positive that he had dark circles under his own eyes, but hers were bright and vibrant staring up at him shyly from her position on the other side of the threshold. She smiled slightly and said, "Sorry I'm late."
"I'm just glad you're here," he responded, grabbing her hand and pulling her to him. "I thought you changed your mind. I -"
She cut him off with a kiss. She didn't want to hear him try to rationalize their actions. Feeling him was all her brain could think about at the moment, and the conversation that they desperately needed to have could wait. Pulling back, she placed her finger to his lips, "No talking. Take me to the bedroom."
Grabbing her hand, he led her to the master suite and gently pushed her toward the bed. He let his instincts take over and positioned himself over her on the fluffy pillows. Raising his hand to caress her cheek, he took his time kissing from her collar bone up her neck and across her jaw back to her lips. She arched into him, running her toes along the back of his leg, imploring him to press closer against her. He groaned against her lips and thrust his hips into her thigh, allowing her to feel the blatant evidence of his arousal. He moved his mouth back to her ear, nipping at it playfully, before murmuring, "Do you see what you do to me? I've been hard since that night in the limo when you teased me about going commando. You're such a little minx, aren't you?"
She sat up and slowly unzipped the side of her dress, "Why don't you find out for yourself?"
His heart thudded against his chest, while his erection strained against his pants. She had no idea what a temptress she really was. He lowered his hands to the hem of her dress and lifted it over her head, revealing her full form to him for the first time. Shamelessly, he let his gaze roam over her toned thighs up to her flat stomach, finally landing on her ample cleavage encased in the sexy lace bra. He tossed her dress carelessly to the ground and ran his hand from her thigh to her breasts, squeezing them softly, relishing in the way her breathing increased with each touch. He nipped at her collar bone before lowering his head to suck her lace-covered nipple into his mouth, eliciting a low moan from Blair. "You're a goddess," he whispered against her ear as he wound his hands around her back to unclasp her bra. "So gorgeous."
She felt herself growing increasingly wet with every touch, and she desperately wanted him in the same state of undress. She sat up on her knees and tugged his shirt from his pants, frantically working at the buttons. Her mouth attached to his in a frenzied kiss while she pushed the shirt off his shoulders when she was finally able to rip open the last button. Both of their hands worked to unfasten his belt, but when it was her fingers that ultimately lowered his zipper, brushing purposefully against his hardness, he groaned embarrassingly loud.
Once they were both clad in only their underwear, he laid her back against the bed again and kissed her more gently than before. Pulling back slightly, he watched her chest rise and fall from exertion before moving his eyes back to her face, "Let's slow down. I want to make this last."
He lowered his head back to her breast and flicked his tongue over her nipple until her hands thread into his hair to hold him to her chest. She sighed when his hands found her panties and he stroked her softly through the fabric. He was teasing her purposefully, and she couldn't handle it any longer. She bucked into his hand, "Please, Chuck."
The sound of her begging was too much. Yanking her panties down her legs, he slipped two fingers into her, causing her to cry out in pleasure as she worked his boxers down his hips. Her hand wrapped around him and pumped in time with his fingers. They both gasped, desperate to maintain control, but the desire had built so quickly for so long that they were helpless to last much longer. Chuck grunted when her thumb brushed over the head of his member, "I was wrong about taking it slow. I can't wait any longer."
She whimpered at the loss of his body heat when he rolled over to grab a condom from the bedside table. After rolling it on with expert ease, he once again positioned himself at her entrance and asked under his breath, "You ready?"
Her only answer was to wrap her legs around his waist and help him guide his length inside of her. She was so incredibly wet that he slid into the hilt with no resistance. "Fuck, Blair," he cursed as he started pumping slowly in and out of her with uncontrolled thrusts. "You feel amazing."
The delicious friction building in her stomach was already threatening to explode, and her hands scraped down his back, sure to leave marks. "Oh, God, yes," she moaned, rocking her hips up to meet his, "Don't stop."
He sat back on his knees to give himself more leverage, pulling her legs over his elbows allowing him to penetrate her more deeply. From this new angle, he was able to watch her breasts bounce softly with each of his thrusts. She was the most singularly sexy woman he'd ever had moaning underneath him, and he couldn't get enough of her. His eyes moved back to her face to see her teeth sink into her lower lip as she reached the brink of ecstasy.
Her eyes fluttered open to find him staring directly down at her. Waves of indescribable pleasure washed through her, and her entire body started to quake around his. She pulled him back to her mouth for a kiss and locked her ankles around his back. He pounded into her fast and hard until she was screaming his name at the top of her lungs and the headboard thudded against the wall with each impossible thrust of his hips. The sound of his name on her lips caused his body to shudder uncontrollably, and he came deeply inside of her with a muttered "Blair" escaping his lips as if he could form no other coherent words.
He pulled out reluctantly and deposited the condom into the trash can beside the bed. They both lay silently staring at the ceiling with heaving chests searching for oxygen, neither one sure what to say or what their next move should be.
A/N: I totally don't condone cheating, but Chuck and Blair are an exception. They can do no wrong. :)