The Best Thing- Chapter Three

Blair had something planned for him and he knew it. All day she had been acting like she had something planned up her sleeve and he knew how much she probably wanted to tell him about it. If there was one thing Blair Waldorf sucked at, it was keeping a secret. For most of the day, she had looked like she was about to burst but every time he asked her about it, she would just brush him off and say to be patient. He decided to let her have all the fun she wanted because eventually she would tell him.

She had followed him all the way to Victrola that night. Now he knew that her surprise was going to be a sexy one. It had always been that way between them with Victrola. That was the place that it all started for them and every so often, Blair loved to come back and get naughty with him. He certainly had no objections to this.

Chuck still owned the club and managed to run it most of the time but tonight he couldn't concentrate on anything other than what she had planned for him, and it was almost a relief when one o clock rolled around and they closed for the night. After everything was cleaned up and things were in working order, he dismissed everyone and waited for her to make her presence known.

He sat down at his usual table right in front of the stage and smiled when he heard the familiar tattoo of the music run through the speakers. She was obviously ready. He closed his eyes in contentment but immediately opened them again when he heard the rustle of clothing. Blair stood before him clad only in a sheer red bustier with a matching red g-string, and red garter belts. Talk about a walking wet dream fantasy. He swallowed hard and his eyes gleamed over with lust as he took in her appearance. She was just so fucking beautiful. Already a bulge was quite noticeable in his pants.

"Welcome to your surprise, Bass." She purred.

He loved that sexy bedroom voice of hers. It could turn him on for days with no end in sight. "Blair." He managed to croak out while he reached for her.

She slapped his hand away gently. "No touching just yet. There are going to be many surprises along the way first."

He nodded eagerly and Blair laughed with delight. He knew that she loved having a certain amount of control over him.

"Before we get to anything to naughty, I was thinking of doing a little dancing for you. What do you think?"

"I don't think I would mind."

She tipped her head back and laughed again. "Just sit and watch." Seductiveness creeped into her voice.

Blair ran one hand behind her neck and lifted her hair as she slid her other hand across her stomach. She wasn't sure if she was going to be too good at giving him a lap dance but by the look on his face and distinct bulge in his crotch that was getting bigger as the seconds ticked by, she would guess that she was doing an alright job so far. She continued touching her body as she looked him up and down, and letting her gaze turn all hot and sensual.

His gaze slid down her body. "I like the ensemble." His voice was thick with lust.

"Thank you. I'm sure you are well aware of the rules."

"There are no rules," he said as he sat up straighter.

A sexy smile touched her lips. "No touching," she informed him as her fingers slid upward and she cupped her breasts. "I can touch you. You can't touch me."

His brooding dark brown eyes stared up at her. "Ah. Those rules."

She grinned as she walked around him, trailing a hand across his shoulders. From behind, she leaned forward and ran her hands down his chest.

As the music pored through the sound system, she whispered the words along with it, "I'm hot. Sticky sweet." She bent forward until her lips were pressed against the shell of his ear. "From my head, to my feet." She continued around him, then straddled his lap, facing him.

Chuck ran his hands up the back of her legs to her bare behind and pressed his face into her cleavage.

"No touching," she reminded him and removed his hands from her behind. She sat with the skimpy crotch of her G-string inches away from the zipper of his pants. She ran her hands over his chest, rocking her hips, coming close to touching the bulge in his pants, but always pulling back.

He groaned deep in his throat and sucked in an agonizing breath. "Touch me, Blair."

"I am."

"Lower."

Instead of doing as he asked, she stood and teased him with hands and body. She took off his bowtie and shirt and rubbed against him, turning up the heat and turning them both on, her hand nipples grazing his chest through the thin lace of her bustier.

Chuck reached for her and she danced out of his grasp. "This is killing me," he said, his voice a lusty gravel. "Come slide your hand into my pants, and I'll slide mine into yours."

"That's real tempting, but I'm pretty sure that's against the rules." She turned with her back to him and sat, grinding her bare behind into him. His palms slipped up her back and he unhooked her bustier and threw it on the floor.

"That's definitely against the rules."

"Fuck the rules." He kissed her spine and slid his hand up her stomach to cover her naked breasts. "We don't play by the rules."

She gasped as she felt his rough hands pinching and rolling her nipples between his fingers until she wanted to cry out with pleasure. "Okay, you can touch me. The dancing is over."

"Thank you," he said very sarcastically.

He always made her feel like this. This warm, inviting flush tightening her chest and flooding the apex of her thighs with aching need. He brushed his lips across hers and she devoured his kiss. She raised one hand behind his head and held his mouth to hers, and the heat of his kiss spread outward, across her shoulder, and down her chest. Her heart pounded and swelled like it always did when she was with Chuck, and she leaned back into the solid, warm comfort of his embrace.

He raised his head; his heavy lids were lowered to half-mast, and even in the darkness, there was no mistaking the desire burning in Chuck's eyes. No mistaking the long, hard length of it pressed into her behind. She pressed her smooth behind into the rougher texture of is wool pants and his huge erection.

"I kept thinking about touching you here as you were dancing for me. It was all I could think about," he muttered as his hand found it's way into the top of her G-string. His fingers slid lower and parted her flesh, touching her where she craved it the most.

Her knees buckled and he tightened his hold to keep her from falling to his feet. The heavy ache between her thighs became razor sharp and his touch was the only thing that satisfied it.

"You're always so wet for me."

"Does that bother you?" she asked in a teasing manner.

He shook his head and brushed his lips across her shoulder. "I love that I make you this wet." He shoved his erection into her.

She felt hot and itching and it would be so easy to orgasm while he played with her, but she wanted more. She wanted what only he could give her.

She turned to face Chuck, and his wet fingers trailed across her pelvis to her behind. She raised her mouth to his and unbuttoned his shirt all the way. She pulled it from his pants and pushed until it fell to the floor to join her bustier. Then she was on him. Pressing her breasts into his warm, hard chest and running her hands onto as much of his tight skin as she could. The hair on his chest brushed the tops of her breasts and his happy trail tickled her belly. She kissed him like he was her last meal, and her skin felt hot and tight. His hands caressed her bare butt as her hand slid to the front of his pants and she pressed her palm to his erection. She felt the heat of him through the wool. She needed every long, hard inch of his penis, and she squeezed.

Chuck lifted his head and stared down at her, his breathing rough and choppy. "I'm not going to wait any longer."

"Yes," she managed through her labored breath. Lust, hot and liquid, rushed through veins, burning away everything but the need for him.

He stepped out of his shoes and reached for his wallet as she unbuttoned his pants and pushed them down his thighs. His boxers briefs went next, and she reached for him and ran her palm up the long heated shaft. A drop of moisture rested in the cleft of the plump, succulent, head and she spread it with her thumb.

He sucked in a breath and pushed her hands away. He unrolled the condom down to the base of his penis. "Slide those panties down. Unless you want them ripped off." He looked up at her.

Blair pushed the thong down her legs and kicked it aside. Then he reached for her and ran his hands down to the bottom to the back of her thighs. He lifted and she automatically wrapped her legs around his waist. He pinned her back against the booth.

Blair ran her hands through his hair and kissed his mouth as he lowered her onto his erection. She sucked in her breath as the pleasure invaded her body, as the big head of his penis slid up into her, stretching her tight flesh.

"Chuck."

He grunted with pleasure and then he was buried to the hilt. Her bare stomach stuck to his as he ground his pelvis into hers. He pulled out, then plunged deep inside, touching her cervix and all the hot, tingling places inside.

"Mmmm, yes," she whispered. "That feels so good." He moved again. "Like that. Right there. You always make it so good, Chuck." In and out he thrust, and her breathing grew choppy, her skin tight as he pushed her faster and harder towards release.

"How good?" he asked, his voice a low growl.

"It's so hot. So good. Faster. Yes." She sucked in a deep breath as he thrust into her harder and harder. His powerful muscles tightened, flexed, with each drive of his hips.

Her whole world narrowed and centered on Chuck and where his body joined hers, stroking her inside and teasing her G-spot. Liquid fire poured through her body and burned her up from the inside out. Hot tingles spread across her flesh and she couldn't remember sex ever being this good. But then again sex with Chuck was always fantastic, and it shouldn't surprise her.

She opened her mouth to tell him that she loved him. Before she managed to get the words from her throat, the first wave of orgasm hit. She moaned or screamed or something as it pulled her down and the scalding flames licked her body. Her heart pounded in her ears as Chuck pounded into her body, untamed and unleashed in a hot sexual storm of hands and mouths. Beautiful and intense and painfully sweet. Over and over, and it seemed to last forever and not nearly long enough. Her legs tightened around his waist as she rode out the last throbbing pulsations.

"Blair." His breathing was heavy and strained. "You're so fucking beautiful." Then he gave one last groan before he unleashed his own powerful orgasm.

When it was over, Chuck kissed the crook of her neck.

"Did you like your surprise?" she asked coyly.

He grinned. "We have to do this again sometime."

"We do."

"I love you, Blair," he whispered against her hair.

She reached for his hand and held onto it. "I love you, too." She was definitely going to do something like this very soon again.

To Be Continued…

A/N: So my smut fic had to be one of the first stories that I updated back on arrival from California. Is anyone still interested in this series?