The Complete Victor, Victrola (cont.)
She couldn't possibly take her slip off, could she? Was she ready for that yet? A large part of her was screaming yes. The part of her that was growing wet between her legs, the part of her that Chuck clearly sought, was confident enough to indulge them both. She wanted him, badly, for she felt deep within her that he could make her feel things that nobody else could even approach. He knew what he was doing, after all, and he was one of her best friends. Her knew her, he knew her better than most people. She trusted that even though this was not his first time for anything, he respected that it was hers. She'd never done more than some light petting, half-clothed with Nate. Anything else was completely foreign to her and she wanted to give herself up to pleasure while she was still confident in the situation.
Yet a small part of her wanted to know that she was special in some way. It was stupid, of course, but she couldn't help but think of how many other girls had been in that very limo, kissing those very lips. She continued to work his shirt off of him, conscious of the fact that her chest was almost completely exposed. She took a deep breath when he pulled away to remove the shirt for good, along with his other top layers.
The cool air of the limo hit his chest as he removed his clothing. Blair was sitting in front of him, the straps of her slip daringly low, giving him just enough time to imagine her first. He could tell she was growing nervous, and the last thing he wanted was to make her feel like she was nothing less than an extremely important girl to him. She was. He inhaled slowly before proceeding, looking down at her slightly and sucking up his pride.
"Are you ok with this, Blair?" he asked slowly.
She blinked and began to slide the rest of her slip off, "I already said I was. Well, at least, I didn't say I wasn't."
He sighed, "I don't want to make you uncomfortable, Waldorf. Don't feel like you have to do anything just because you don't want to upset me. I'm Chuck Bass, I don't need to force it on you or anyone else for that matter."
"Comforting," she said sarcastically, a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth.
He lifted one hand and yanked at the slip, finding it hard to be gentle when he was already demonstrating so much self-control. Blair's chest was exposed to him then, and he sucked in a breath. He'd expected her to be beautiful, but he hadn't expected her to be perfect. Her fair skin was soft and untouched, shaped perfectly for his hands and mouth. Blair adjusted awkwardly, probably trying her hardest not to feel uncomfortable in front of him in that way.
He kissed her shortly on the mouth, and she let out a little noise of disappointment when he immediately stopped. However, her eyes widened in wonder as he began to kiss the line of her jaw, down her neck, and over her collarbones. His lips felt even better than she imagined they would. His hand gently make its way to her breast, and she felt her nipples instantly respond to his touch. She adjusted slightly, baring her chest for him, which he obviously enjoyed. He chuckled slightly as he continued to kiss and touch and whisper against her skin. Every movement and noise he made set her on fire, to the point that she almost wanted to guide his hands and mouth herself.
"Yes, yes, please…" she murmured.
He was happy to oblige. He ran his tongue up and down her collarbones, sending a shiver up her spine, and took one firm nipple into his mouth. She gasped, her fingers running themselves through his thick brown hair, pulling him into her. His tongue worked expertly, suckling and teasing her until she was breathless. He gave the other breast attention, of course, simultaneously rubbing the beautiful peak between his thumb and pointer finger. Her hips began to rise and fall slightly, her body tuning itself into the rhythm of the situation.
Chuck paused, taking enough time to slide the slip down over her hips and remove it completely. Her white La Perla panties were adorable, and he couldn't wait for the exact moment when he could promptly remove them.
He guided her positioning then, moving her so that she was laying back along the seat. She looked gorgeous. Her brown eyes began to search his face as he expertly undid his belt and pants. She watched him with curiosity, and he questioned whether or not she had ever seen a naked man. He hoped he could accommodate her fantasies.
He was beautiful. She didn't know why she had never noticed it before. She supposed that it had to do with the fact that there was a sense of detachment surrounding him that one had to either look past or completely overcome in order to see him. Nate was open (well, about some things, anyway), while Chuck was closed off and distant. She had found his amusement in her games attractive, along with his disregard of the judgement of others. She'd always wanted to brush off the opinions of those below her, and that's exactly what Chuck was capable of. However, while she'd definitely taken an interest in those things, she'd never noticed the depth of his brown eyes, the marvelous smell of his cologne, or the way his voice seemed to linger in her ears minutes after he finished speaking. She couldn't help but savor him.
He removed his pants, already hard, and she gulped at the sight of his bulge underneath his boxers. He liked that she was nervous but eager; it simply added to the mood. He moved in between her legs, leaning over her as he began to kiss her deeply. He could feel her against him, their bodies grinding slightly against one another in a tortuous fashion. He wanted to completely devour her, but he wanted to take things slow so he wouldn't scare her. After all, she was important, and he knew deep down that he wouldn't get a chance like this again to show Blair just how much he could make her feel.
Blair could feel him against her warm center. He was big, way bigger than she'd expected, and she had no idea if he would be able to even fit inside of her without a considerable amount of physical trauma and force. She swallowed hard, focusing not on the imminent pain, but on the pleasure. His fingers grazed her most secret parts through her panties, and she took a deep breath as she felt herself growing more and more attracted to him. Chuck kissed her breasts again, conjuring small sighs as he circled each nipple with his tongue once before kissing his way down her abdomen. Her knees were spread wide, and as he continued to kiss lower and lower, his hands came to rest on her knees, rubbing small, light circles into her skin.
She began to panic a little. She knew what he was going to do. Serena had always expressed to her that it felt like heaven if done right, and she just knew that Chuck's tongue was well trained. Nonetheless, nobody had ever touched her there without clothing to guard her, let alone kissed her there. It was both exciting and terrifying as she allowed him to brazenly continue toward her core.
He gently looped a finger through her panties, perfectly able to yank them off with one firm pull. She heard the slight ripping sounds and gasped, completely turned on by his hunger for her. She'd never felt so desirable.
Chuck traced his way down one of her thighs and followed his fingers with kisses, leading up to the act that caused Blair to softly cry out. He kissed her there first, gently touching his lips to her before extending his tongue and fully tasting her. She threw her head back against the seat of the limo, releasing little 'yes' noises and lifting her hips to meet his mouth. He drew patterns with his tongue, varying in speed, before reaching up to slide one finger into her. Blair gasped, unable to fathom the sudden pleasure she felt from the simultaneous penetration of his fingers and the intense movements of his tongue. There were no feelings of anxiety or doubt, only a deep lust for all that Chuck Bass had to offer her.
"Oh, god, Chuck…"
He continued to pump his fingers in and out of her, the friction growing and the pleasure growing with it. He sat up slightly, though, so that he could kiss her passionately before moving on to anything else. As he looked over her face, he saw a sweet bliss, a wonderful gift of an expression to greet him. She was enjoying herself, and that gave him almost as much pleasure as he was giving her. He smirked, unable to hide his enjoyment of the situation. Blair Waldorf was naked under him. He was really about to explore her body, her movements, her noises, and everything else that was involved in the process. It excited him, really, to know that.
But he still didn't want to push anything. Even if he did want to completely take her then and there without a second thought, he knew that she was less enthusiastic about getting it over with. He placed a kiss on the nape of her neck, an area that fascinated him and had gone far too long without the attention it deserved, and whispered, "Anything that happens, Waldorf, just know you mean so much to me."
She opened her eyes, delighted to hear the words come out of his mouth without so much as a questioning word from her. She smiled, letting her finger nails graze the bare skin of his back, "You're one of my best friends, Bass."
He smiled wryly, "Well I have always been a firm believer that friends who play together stay together."
She rolled her dark eyes but smiled, "Don't make me change my mind."
"We wouldn't want that," he said, pulling a few loose curls from where they'd fallen down to cover her collarbone. She released a little moan, driving him crazy, "So then I take it that you've made up your mind about where this is going?"
She felt him hard against her leg, and she bit her lip, "Yes."
"What is it that you want, Blair?"
She inhaled sharply as he stared into her eyes. His lips were so close to hers, and she wanted them. She wanted him to make her feel as good as he had been and even better. She wanted him, all that he was, and she wanted him inside of her right then. Without speaking, she answered his question by clawing at his boxers. His eyes widened slightly, but he didn't question. He immediately obeyed her and slid them off over his hips.
He leaned down and kissed her deeply, not wanting to give her any time to second guess her newfound confidence. Her hand found its way to his cock, and she gave it a small tug without separating their lips. Chuck's breaths began to deepen, and she knew that he was enjoying her movement. She began to rub more, faster, with more purpose. She was already wet and ready for him, and she wanted him to be nice and ready for her, too.
He sat up, feeling about the side of the limo for the small compartment. Blair watched him with growing anticipation. She was no longer worried about Nate or Serena or anyone else. She smiled as she thought about the fact that she letting Chuck Bass touch her and kiss her, and how she was about to let him do much more sinful things to her. It was insane.
Chuck swallowed as he sat up, placed the condom on, and positioned himself perfectly between her legs. Her face was serious, her perfect lips slightly puckered and her brown eyes looking expectant. There was nothing he didn't want to give her with that look in her eyes.
He kissed her sweetly, and pulled back just enough so that he could watch her face as he entered her. Her mouth fell open in surprise, her eyes looking straight into his with a sort of panic in them, though the panic quickly changed into something he could only describe as desire. She was so wet that it was slightly easier than he was expecting, though she was so tight around him that it made his head spin. Blair cried out slightly, biting her own lip in an effort to silence her cries of pain.
"Shhh, I promise it gets better, Waldorf," he whispered, planting kisses on her lips and face as he began to slide in and out of her.
Each time he entered her, the pain lessened. Blair releases little moans of encouragement each time, going in rhythm with his hips. He felt so damn good. She couldn't imagine anything in the world that felt better than Chuck being inside of her. His cock was quickly becoming like a drug to her; each time he slightly pulled away, she craved it again.
She was so fucking hot. There were so many things about her that he loved witnessing as he began to speed up his rhythm. She adjusted her hips slightly to meet him thrust for thrust, and it just caused the movements between them to heighten in pleasure. Not only that, but the noises she was making were incredible. Sweet sighs and groans and gasps…all combined were enough to make him want to cum right then and there.
"God, you're perfect," he whispered against her skin.
Blair's eyes opened at that comment. There was a sincerity in his voice that caused her to feel slightly uneasy. She knew he was sexually attracted to her…obviously. She knew he was one of her best friends. And she also knew that he cared for her. However, he spoke to her like she was something more than a best friend, someone so important that he had to proclaim it so that she knew. She swallowed, deciding that she actually enjoyed it. They continued in this way for several minutes, though she had to admit that she'd completely lost track of time. All she was thinking about was Chuck's face and body and soul.
"Oh my god," she purred into his ear, "Oh my god, Chuck, yes."
She felt herself growing near to her climax, and she began to writhe underneath him in protest. She wanted to prolong her pleasure, and his. She kissed him deeply, feeling his body stretch hers in sweet ecstasy, and she propped herself up on her elbows.
He slowed his movements, confused by her sudden movements.
She smiled deviously, planting a few kisses on his mouth before sitting up and pushing him back against the seat. She had no idea where her boldness had come from, but it had been present throughout the night and she loved it. He loved it, too, for he watched in awe as she began to climb on top of him.
She was prepared for the slight pain she felt as she sat on his cock, letting in slide into her slowly. They both threw their heads back in triumph as he slid completely in, the pleasure almost becoming too much. Blair blinked several times before she realized that her movements were the driving force of her pleasure, then. She arched her back, putting her breasts on full display, and she began to move her hips in a circle on top of him.
Chuck's mouth opened, a deep, throaty moan escaping his lips, "Fuck, Blair."
She liked that he was enjoying her control just as much as she was. She rode him long, hard, and fast, as though they were going to run out of time or something. Each motion of her hips sent chills up his skin, and he felt himself about to cum. She must have sensed this, for she grabbed one of his hands from its grip on her hip and touched herself with it, turning him on even more. He was on the edge of something wonderful as he neared his climax.
He called out her name, and she smiled down at him, pleased with herself.
Blair Waldorf was perfect. As he released, never removing himself from her, he stared up at her proud face and knew that he had made one of the biggest decisions of his life in the back of that limo that night. He swallowed. Oh fuck.
Hi lovelies! So just a few small comments of my own that I wanted to make. I have Chuck mention that he doesn't need to force anyone to do anything because I refuse to acknowledge his actions with Jenny Humphrey in the pilot. I can't stand that they did that, so I chose to not include things like that in his character. Also, from this point on I will be adding a few things of my own but also a few things from the actual story line in the show as well just to keep things somewhat on track. I hope you all are enjoying it thus far, thank you for those of you who have given feedback!