Just a reminder that this fic is definitely rated M. :)

Chapter 11

I've heard of delayed gratification, but this had to be a new form of torture. For three excruciating hours, I clenched my thighs together in anticipation because it would be impolite to leave the party before the bachelorette. By two in the morning, I was ready to drag Serena from the building by her pretty blonde head, but Nate finally proved himself to be somewhat useful by convincing the bride-to-be that it was time to call it a night.

Chuck and I spent the better part of the evening teasing each other – an accidental graze against the front of his trousers or a warm hand resting just a little too high on my thigh. By the time we were settled into the back of our town car, neither one of us had much self-control left. "How long is the commute back to the resort?" Chuck barked at our chauffeur.

"About fifteen minutes, Mr. Bass."

"You've got ten," Chuck growled, raising the partition before the man could respond.

I yelped as he pulled me toward the center of the leather bench and lowered his mouth to mine. We made out like a couple of teenagers for the duration of the ride, allowing ourselves to get lost in the other's touch. I couldn't help but relish the feel of Chuck's finger tips massaging circles into my scalp with one hand while the other gripped my hip tightly as though he feared that I would disappear if he didn't hold on to me. There was a possessive quality to his kisses that I'd never felt before, and it was exhilarating.

The fire roaring inside me grew more intense with each swipe of his tongue against my lips, my neck, and then my collar bone. Blood whooshed through my veins, pounding in time with the beating of my heart. I rocked my hips impatiently, needing more than he could offer me inside the dark car. I moaned into his mouth, so turned on that I couldn't care about the chauffeur only a few feet in front of us. "For the love of God, Chuck," I murmured between kisses, "Touch me."

"I am touching you," he chuckled softly, skimming his hand along my upper arm.

"You know what I mean," I groaned, growing increasingly frustrated.

"Oh, you mean here," he goaded playfully, slipping his hand up my thigh underneath my dress. His fingers danced lightly along the seam of my panties. It wasn't enough to quench my desire; if anything, the soft graze of his hand intensified my need.

"Chuck," I warned, yanking hard on his hair. "Don't tease me."

"Sorry, baby." He applied more pressure to the spot aching between my legs, but made no move to dip beneath the band of my underwear as I so desperately hoped he would. I whimpered, rocking against his hand in search of friction. He rubbed me harder, and I was certain he must be able to feel the dampness seeping from beneath the thin fabric. "This one tiny barrier is the only thing keeping me from burying myself inside of you. If I feel how wet you are right now, then I won't have any self-control left."

"Oh, God," I gasped, my eyes closing tightly at the sensation that still wasn't nearly enough.

"The things I want to do to you." His voice was husky, his face muffled against my shoulder as he trailed a path of wet kisses down the column of my throat. "You have no idea, Blair."

"Tell me," I sighed, throwing my head back against the seat to grant him better access.

"Hmm," he shook his head, laving his tongue down my neck. "I'd rather show you."

When our driver finally dropped us off in front of the resort, we stumbled through the lobby like a bunch of drunk sorority girls despite the fact that we were both completely sober. We were far too focused on keeping our hands on each other than where we were actually walking. Once outside on the sidewalk, my heel caught in one of the cracks in the concrete, and Chuck caught me just before I fell to the pavement. "Take those damn things off," he groused. "The last thing we need is for you to break your legs before they're wrapped around me."

I kicked off my Louboutins, slightly perturbed at the glaring scuff I could see reflecting on the heel. Chuck pulled them from my grasp and let them dangle from his right hand while he held mine in his left. He pulled me toward the villa, power-walking like an old woman doing laps at the local mall. The trek felt longer than it had any of the other dozens of times we'd made our way down this same path, but we eventually reached the door to our suite. Chuck fumbled clumsily with the room key before tossing the door open and dropping my shoes to the floor with a thud.

As soon as he closed the door, I reached hastily for the front of his pants, causing him to hiss when I cupped his length. I stroked my palm over him, feeling him harden beneath my fingers. He gently removed my hand as I tried to unbutton his pants. "Not yet," he whispered. "I told you I plan to savor this. We aren't going to rush it."

"We can take our time later." I insisted, raising my eyebrows in challenge. "This has been building all day."

"Patience." He pushed me backwards until I was flush against the wall. I inhaled when the cold surface hit my skin. His mouth hovered above the shell of my ear, and I closed my eyes, resting my head against the wall. "We've got all night long." He nipped his teeth against my ear, pushing my hair over my shoulder, and a rash of goosebumps spread down my arm. He pressed into me, grinding his erection against my ass. I arched into him, imploring him to move faster. "You say you've waited all day for this," he murmured, slowly dragging the zipper of my dress down my spine. "Do you have any idea how long my mind has entertained this fantasy? How many different positions I've imagined you in?"

"How long?" I asked breathlessly as the cool air of the room hit the exposed flesh of my back.

"Since the first time I saw you," he rasped, his voice gravelly with lust. His index finger hovered over the small of my back where the zipper pull rested. With steady, practiced strokes he caressed each of the divots reaching up the center of my back until his hand stopped between my shoulder blades. He leaned in and placed a gentle kiss on my neck and asked, "Do you trust me?"

"Of course I do," I answered quietly, no hesitation in my voice.

He moved each of his hands to pull the straps of my dress down my arms before gripping my wrists and and raising my arms above my head. He placed them firmly against the wall and ordered, "Keep them here. Don't move unless I move you."

I bit my lip and nodded, anticipation building inside of me to an almost unbearable level. I felt empty when he removed his hands from my body, growing curious when I heard a rustling behind me. The room darkened as Chuck's hand reached around my head and covered my eyes with a silky material. I jerked in surprise and he whispered against my temple, "Shh, it's just my tie. Trust me; it'll heighten all of your senses." He tilted my chin toward him to kiss me gently. "You can tell me to stop at any point if it gets to be too much, but I promise you'll enjoy it."

"I trust you, Chuck," I confirmed for a second time, hoping that he understood how much I meant it.

He tightened the makeshift blindfold around the back of my head before I felt my dress being pulled down my legs to pool at my feet. I shivered, but I wasn't sure if it was from excitement or the fact that I was now completely naked except for my lace underwear – probably a mixture of both. Chuck's hands smoothed across my hips and up my sides to cup my bare breasts in his palms. I let out a low moan, pleasure curling around each of my nerve-endings. I've never felt so turned on. He pinched my nipples between his thumb and forefingers, tugging gently until I fell back against his chest, my head lolling onto his shoulder, giving myself over to the feeling of his ministrations.

His hands dropped back to my hips, and my mouth opened to object. Before I could give words to my protestations, he'd turned me so that I was now facing him, blindfold still securely in place. For several seconds, I was left leaning against the wall by myself, and I started to wonder if something was wrong.

My breasts heaved under the weight of erratic breaths, my shoulders slumped back into the wall. I opened my mouth in question, fear creeping into my mind alongside the insecurities of my teen years. What if, now that Chuck had seen my nude body, he didn't want me anymore? What if he wasn't attracted to what he saw? It was quite possible that the fantasy he'd drawn up in his mind was more appealing than the real thing.

A gasp escaped from my open mouth when something cold slid down my left breast. Chuck swirled the substance around my nipple, causing it to pucker into a peak. My foggy mind registered a few seconds later that he was using an ice cube to tease my breasts. A chill skated down my back when Chuck's warm tongue flicked against my nipple while he moved the ice cube to my other breast. The contrast between the heat of his mouth and the cold ice cube was too much for me to take, and I forgot all about the 'no moving rule,' tangling my hands in his hair to hold him to my chest. "Oh, wow," I panted, digging my fingers into his scalp as the eroticism of it all overwhelmed me.

I felt him chuckle against my breast before dislodging my hands from his head. He placed them back against the wall, kissing me softly. "You're not great at following directions, are you?" He kissed me again, dipping his tongue into my mouth in a way that had my knees buckling beneath me. "Perhaps I'll have to use actual restraints next time. Handcuffs maybe."

Images of Chuck cuffing me to the bed and having his way with my body flashed through my mind, and I almost begged him to make good on that promise. My thoughts were quickly redirected, though, when I felt my underwear being tugged down my legs. I bit down on my lip, imagining the way his eyes must be studying my naked form. "Fuck, Blair," he cursed, his voice deep and husky with unrestrained lust. He raised his hands to the tie wrapped around my head and lifted it off of me. A new urgency took control of his voice when he said in explanation, "I need to see your face. I need you to see my face when I look at you." His eyes were hooded as his gaze trailed from my face down my breasts and stomach to the divot between my legs and back to my eyes. He ghosted his fingers over my arms to cup either side of my face between his hands, kissing me so sweetly that I almost melted into him. "You're exquisite." He lowered his palms to massage my breasts, running his thumbs across my nipples. "Absolutely perfect." I gave him a shy smile, and he groaned, "God, everything about you kills me."

"It's my turn." I reached for the buttons of his shirt, slowly slipping each of the disks through its corresponding hole. I pushed the garment from his shoulders, running my fingers along the indentations of his abdominal muscles. He wasn't overly toned, but he was lean and strong. I raised myself up on my tiptoes and connected my mouth with his, hiding my nerves behind our kiss. It has been a long time since I've felt a man's touch and even longer since I've reached this level of intimacy with a lover. I didn't pull away as he and I worked together to remove his pants, leaving him in a pair of silk boxers. I cupped him through the soft material, working up the courage to slip my fingers into the waistband and rid him of the final barrier standing between us.

I kept my eyes glued to his face when I finally wrapped my hand around him; he inhaled sharply through his nose, his eyes closing as I stroked him up and down with deliberate movements. I concentrated on his reaction, gauging his preferred pressure through the subtle changes in his breathing. I increased the tempo, and his mouth fell open, as soft sighs of pleasure rumbled from his throat. "Blair," he groaned, covering my hand with his, slowing my movements.

He guided me back toward the bed and deposited me among the pillows. His hands pushed my knees apart with expert ease, positioning my body so that I was on full display for him. He skimmed his fingers over my thighs, mumbling something about how ready I was for him underneath his heavy breaths. He nipped playfully at my hip bone and said, "This morning when I felt you fall apart beneath my fingers, I couldn't stop thinking about what you would taste like, how you would sound when you lose all self-control."

Nothing in the world could have prepared me for the moment his tongue made contact with my clit. I cried out, arching my back off the bed, my hands searching blindly to grip his hair and hold him against me. His tongue dove into me over and over – teasing, sucking, claiming me. I whimpered, digging my fingernails into his scalp, urging him on with the involuntary rocking of my hips. My head thrashed from side to side at the sheer intensity of the sensation. Whitehot flames scorched through my body, causing spots to appear behind my eyes before every little spark burst into an explosion of pleasure radiating from my core to each of my extremities. "Chuck," I mewled. "Oh, God, Chuck!" I repeated his name like a prayer; no other words existed inside my muddled mind.

As I came down from my high, Chuck climbed up my body, kissing me sweetly. I could feel his arousal pulsing against my inner thigh. The realization that I turned him on to such an extent amplified my desire; his unabashed need made me feel sexy and confident. I've never wanted someone the way I wanted him, and the thought thrilled me to my core.

I stroked my hand against his cheek, returning his kiss until my heart rate resumed a normal rhythm. With unsure movements, I sat to my knees and pushed him onto his back. I lavished kisses down his chest until I reached the hard length of him. My eyes raised to his face, and I was surprised to find his gaze trained intently on me, as if he was committing the image to memory. Without averting my eyes, I took him in my mouth, wrapping my hands around the base of his shaft to supplement the smooth strokes of my tongue. I heard him groan above me; his hands gripped the sheets tightly, balling his fists together until his knuckles turned white. I applied the lightest suction, swirling my tongue around his head. I felt emboldened by the noises roaring from his chest. "Blair, fuck. That feels good," he grunted, his hips thrusting reflexively into me. He slid his fingers through my hair, pulling just enough to get my attention. "I want this so much, but, God, I need to be inside of you."

He flipped me onto my back once again, standing from the bed to search the floor for his discarded wallet. I took the moment to study him, and I came to the conclusion that everything about him exuded raw, masculine power. The taut skin of his shoulders stretched over broad muscles that flexed under his movements. When he turned around, I got an eyeful of the narrow trail of dark hair leading to…well, let's just say there is nothing small or disappointing about Chuck Bass. He may not represent the typical athletic body type that I always thought I liked, but, damn, there wasn't a single thing about him that didn't have my entire body tingling with desire.

He found the silver foil packet that he was searching for and made his way back to the bed, ripping the condom open and rolling it down his shaft. He positioned himself on his knees between my legs, brazenly pumping himself in his fist as his eyes roamed over my body. "You, bare like this –" He leaned down, kissing me with slow strokes of his tongue. "It's the most beautiful sight I've ever seen." I could feel him, hot and thick against my leg, and I stiffened beneath him, anxiety seeping into my mind.

I inhaled slowly, bracing myself for his invasion into my body. Sudden nerves washed through me, my overactive mind reminding me of Chuck's vast experience in comparison to the few sexual encounters I've had. It wasn't so much that I was scared that I wouldn't be able to satisfy him; selfishly, I was more concerned that I wouldn't be able to fully relax and enjoy myself with the unwelcome thoughts my mind was conjuring up. I didn't want to be in control our first time, but the last few times I'd had missionary sex I didn't exactly enjoy myself. I've become quite adept at convincing my partner that he's an entirely proficient lover when, in actuality, I'm reciting my favorite poems in my mind to pass the time. I'd just resigned myself to the fact that faking orgasms was a self-preservation tactic, but I didn't want that to happen with Chuck. He was so incredibly talented with both his hands and mouth that I'd let myself develop unrealistic, possibly unreachable expectations. There's nothing more disappointing in a new relationship than bad sex. I didn't think Chuck was capable of having 'bad sex,' but still, after all of the tension that's been building between us, I wanted it to be mindblowing for both of us. That's a lot of pressure.

Chuck stopped his movements, seeming to sense that something was holding me back. He dropped back onto his haunches, his eyes softening as he studied me. "What is it?"

I swallowed and shook my head, feeling silly that all of these ridiculous fears were screaming inside my mind, distracting me from what I clearly wanted. I bit my lip and looked away, a mixture of embarrassment and anxiety settling heavy in my chest. Chuck released a breath, reaching for my hand and placing it flat against his chest. "Feel that?" he asked. "My heart is about to beat out of my chest, too."

Somehow this admission – Chuck making himself vulnerable to me in a way that I didn't expect from him – helped quell my fear. I reached my arms around his neck, pulling him back to me for another kiss – a silent affirmation that I was ready. I gripped his erection, rubbing it over my slickened folds, teasing us both in the process.

Chuck let out a low groan when I positioned him at my entrance, arching my hips into his as I wrapped my ankles around his back. He pressed into me, slowly sliding in inch-by-inch. I whimpered when he was fully sheathed inside of me, and he shivered involuntarily, his body trembling as he desperately fought to maintain control. "Oh, fuck, baby," he rasped, rocking his hips gently against mine. I cried out in pleasure and he pulled out, reentering me with more force. His thrusts grew steady, falling into a tantalizing rhythm that created the most delicious friction inside of me. I whimpered against his neck, gripping him to me, clinging as closely to him as possible. "That sound," he grunted, palming my breast with his right hand. "God, it's going to be the end of me."

Oh, God.

Pleasure coursed through me in wave after wave, and I clawed at his back, digging my nails into his skin mercilessly. He pushed back to his knees, pulling my hips flush against his pelvis to adjust the angle of our bodies for a deeper thrust. "Hold onto the headboard," he ordered.

"More," I panted, gripping the headboard until my fingers hurt. "I need more."

"You need me," he corrected arrogantly, bracing his hands over the headboard for more leverage. He increased the pace, thrusting into me with abandon, and I cried out a string of incoherent ramblings, screaming so loudly that the entire resort could probably hear us. "Tell me," he grunted between thrusts.

"I need you," I gasped, my body quaking with the intensity of his expression. His eyes were focused on my breasts, bouncing in time with his thrusts, until those words registered in his mind. He moved his gaze to my face, his brows furrowed together in concentration, drinking in the certainty with which I made that confession. "Oh, yes, Chuck, I need you."

My words seemed to break something in him, and raw, primal need took control of his movements. He ravaged me, staking claim to my body in the most delicious way; his hands ran trails over every inch of my flesh while his mouth worked a path down my jaw to my neck and back to my mouth. His thrusts lost all sense of the steady rhythm he'd adopted; instead jarring strokes came harder, faster, and deeper, setting my body ablaze. The headboard banged against the wall as Chuck pounded into me until I nearly forgot my own name.

"I want to feel you." His husky voice sent a shiver straight to my core, and I trembled against him, the pleasure cresting through my body almost pushing me over the edge. "Come for me, baby."

"Chuck," I cried, squeezing my eyes shut. My body was on fire, burning from the inside out.

He slowed his thrusts to a steadier rhythm, lowering his head to kiss me softly. "Look at me," he implored. "I need to see you." I opened my eyes, and he somehow resituated our bodies into a sitting position, settling me onto his lap. His hands guided mine to rock against him, but this new position felt decidedly more intimate. We were face-to-face, chest-to-chest. I rotated my hips, pressing down onto him, letting the sensation of him filling me overtake me once again. His arms wrapped tightly around my back, jerking up into me as we both coasted toward our climaxes.

Light flashed behind my eyes, waves of electricity erupting throughout my core, and I screamed out, slumping against his chest. Shockwaves pulsated inside of me, and my entire mind went blank, lost in pure ecstasy like I'd never known. Two hard thrusts later, I felt Chuck throbbing inside of me as he, too, found his release with an animalistic grunt. "Fuck, Blair, fuck." He buried his head in my shoulder, groaning my name over and over between expletives.

I fell back onto the pillows behind me, and Chuck slowly, almost regretfully, pulled out of me with a sharp hiss. After disposing of the condom, he returned to bed with a warm washcloth and gently cleaned me of the remnants of our lovemaking.

Lovemaking.

My heart rattled against my chest at the thought. It was just a phrase; it didn't mean anything. But why did I react that way to a silly little word? It was late and I was exhausted; I didn't have the energy to ponder such errant thoughts.

Chuck drew back the comforter, pulling me against him. I found comfort in the erratic rhythm of his heart beating beneath his chest. "That was…" I trailed off, hoping he would finish my sentence to give me some insight into his thoughts. My mind was in overdrive, but he seemed completely calm, except for his pounding heart.

"Incredible," he pressed his lips to my temple. "Perfect. More than I could've imagined it would be."

I smiled against his shoulder, nodding in agreement. "Yes, it was amazing." I tilted my head up to look at him, making the quick decision that I wanted him to know the truth. "I've never experienced…an orgasm like that."

"What do you mean?" He stroked his palm up and down my arms in a soothing pattern.

"I usually can't…get there from penetration, especially missionary," I could feel my face heating up as a blush crept into my cheeks. I wasn't embarrassed or shy when it came to sex, but admitting something so personal made me feel vulnerable. "I've had orgasms, of course, but not like that."

He offered me a self-satisfied smirk, but instead of appearing arrogant, it came across as endearing. I had a feeling that he knew exactly how talented he was in bed, but, for some reason, my words seemed to resonate with him on a different level. His voice was low, maybe a little unsure and sheepish when he spoke: "I think that perhaps that's because you weren't experiencing them with the right man before."

I tilted my chin up, connecting our lips in another kiss. "I think you might be right."

I threw my leg over his hip, inching myself as close to him as I could. He groaned when my thigh made contact with his semi-hard erection. My eyes widened, and he chuckled. "What do you expect? You're still naked and really hot."

I shifted against him playfully, and he lowered his hand to my knee to still my movements. "Careful, or we won't get any sleep tonight."

"Worth it," I quirked my eyebrow at him, my mind already drawing up images of me climbing on top of him, having him completely at my mercy as I rode him with abandon.

He let out a sigh. "I only had one condom."

Disappointment flooded my body, but I moved my legs so as to not torment him further. "Did you expect this to happen?" I asked quietly, suddenly entirely invested in his answer. He did admit that he'd imagined taking me in many different scenarios, after all.

"No," he answered quietly, caressing my hip with circular motions. "I always carry a condom…" My face fell, and I couldn't help but feel a little disappointed. "But I would be lying if I said I hadn't hoped that it would happen. Trust me when I say, my mind conjured a thousand different ways that we would need to use that condom on this trip."

I trailed my hand over his bicep and responded shyly, "It's too bad that you didn't add in a few more for good measure. Why…why didn't you if you were so hopeful?"

He groaned, "I'm hating myself for it right now, but I think part of me knew that I needed to reign myself in to some degree. I wanted you to make the first move, and the lack of necessary protection was another preventative measure against my impulsivity." His fingers moved from my hip to my spine. "Believe it or not, I don't exactly think clearly around you."

I smiled softly. "If you had told me that this is who Chuck Bass really is a few months ago, I would have laughed in your face."

"Let's get some sleep," he kissed my forehead. "You'll need your strength for the rest of the trip. I'm buying condoms first thing in the morning."

We fell asleep at a quarter to four, wrapped in each other's arms. It had been years since I'd stayed up so late, but it was well worth the exhaustion I was sure to face in the morning. I couldn't remember the last time that I had felt this level of happiness. I was filled with unparalleled joy and excitement; I wanted to learn everything I could about Chuck. I wanted to get to know every little trivial fact about him, engage in the most mundane activities with him, and spend hours making love to him; I had forgotten what that feels like - to be so enthralled with someone that every thought revolves around them.

There was a small niggling of fear plaguing my mind, though, and try as I might, I couldn't ignore it. I had fallen hard for Chuck, but I knew that when we leave this perfect fantasy world after the wedding, there wouldn't be anyone there to pick up the pieces if he breaks me. The tiny fractures created by Nate and Serena's betrayal were fragile enough to crack under pressure, and this time, there'd be no gluing me back together.

Late the next morning, I awoke to Chuck setting a breakfast tray in front of me. "Good morning, gorgeous," he greeted me with a kiss before sitting down on the edge of the bed as I took a bite of a buttery croissant.

"Good morning," I returned with a smile, making the conscious decision that I would suppress all of my anxiety over the future of our relationship and enjoy every moment I had with him.

As we ate breakfast together lost in conversation, I missed my phone buzzing with a notification that would change everything.

A/N: Alright, so I hope that lived up to expectations and was worth the wait. That's by far the longest scene of intimacy I've ever written. My next update will probably be for Come Rescue Me if anyone is still reading that story. It's been a while. I'm trying to write more one-shots, also, so if you have any prompts, send them my way.