The Best Thing- Chapter Four
"Where are you taking me, Chuck?" Blair asked as he led her away from the restaurant. They had just eaten at The Rainbow Room and when they had finished their meal, he had told her that he had some sort of big surprise for her. She supposed it was her turn to get payback now for that stunt she had pulled a couple of weeks ago at Victrola. Not that it wasn't a pleasant surprise, but Chuck always had something up his sleeve.
He led her down the street and behind an apartment building. "You'll see in a minute," he explained. "It's something that maybe you've been fantasizing about."
She was immediately enthralled by what he said. He had been discovering all of her fantasies and completing them over the past few months. Blair stopped short when he shoved her into a mail alcove right outside a row of apartments. "How is this possibly a fantasy, Bass?"
The corners of his mouth tilted up in a sexy smile. The smile that she loved. He wrapped an arm around her back. "You can't tell me that you haven't fantasized about public sex, can you?"
She bit her lip while she thought about it. It was true, she had been thinking a lot about having some sort of public sex with Chuck since it was the one foray that they hadn't tried yet, but it was just so risky. She was rather unhibited around him, but she still had that prim and proper Blair Waldorf inside of her that she reserved for being in public. She didn't know if she was ready to try this yet.
His hand moved up her back to across her waist until he reached her neck. "Come on B, the risk of getting caught is part of the attraction." He pushed her roughly back into the wall. "Don't you want me to make this come true also?"
A rush of desire flooded her when she heard his words and the added bonus that anyone could walk in and find them basically had her dripping. She would never be able to refuse him and he knew that. "Okay."
"Are you sure?" he asked mockingly. "You know that anyone could come out and find us. Are you ready to chance that?"
Blair gripped his shoulders forcefully and pulled him to her. "Just shut up and fuck me, Chuck."
He kissed her lips lightly while one of his hands slipped underneath the fabric of her cobalt blue dress. He hitched one of her thighs around his back and whispered, "That's my good girl."
His warm breath on the side of her neck shot shivers up her spine and his hand continuing to slip underneath her dress spread heat across her flesh. Warmth pooled in and between her thighs. Her nipples puckered painfully tight and she squeezed her thighs together. She wanted Chuck. She always did. She wanted him so much, her vision was getting blurry and she could hardly breathe.
Chuck's big hand closed over her breast and he whispered in her ear, "Blair, I want you so much."
Blair bunched her dress around her waist and was just about to remove her panties when his hand stalled her. "I'm not going to rush with you, Blair. That's part of the excitement and the rush. If we get caught, fuck it."
Before she could utter a word, his mouth sought hers. From down the street, a fire engine sped past and the real world slipped away, taking the last of her reserve with it. Her sanity gone, she grabbed his sweater in her fists and held tight. He pushed her further against the wall and the cold brick deepened her arousal. His hand brushed her nipple through the lace of her bra and he fed her hot wet kisses that left her mind numb and her body aching. A defeated moan came from her own throat as she kissed him back hungrily.
Her mouth fed him kisses, and she turned them around until his back was against the wall. She found that she didn't even care if someone came out and saw them. Her mind knew one thing only. Chuck.
Blair pulled his sweater up his chest and their hungry mouths parted just long enough for her to pull it over his head. Then her hands were on him. Touching everywhere she could reach. His hard shoulders and chest. Her fingers brushed his skin and slid down his sternum. She pushed herself against him, and the hard length of him pushed into her. Through the material of her dress and his pants, Chuck warmed her with his hot erection.
Her heart pounded in her chest and ears and she pressed harder against him as he shoved his pelvis into her. She slipped her hands to his flat belly and he grasped her wrists.
"Damn," he said, his voice strained, his breathing rapid. "You always make me feel like I'm about to lose control, Waldorf."
The rush of lust was still hurling through her, but she smiled at the use of her last name. That was a habit that they had never quite broken out of.
Blair finally was able to slither out of her dress. Chuck spread his fingers wide along her ribs and leaned his head back to look at her. His hot gaze touched her breasts and he took in a heavy breath, but he didn't say a word.
Finally his mouth descended towards her breast and she threaded her fingers through his hair. His breath whispered across her aching nipple, and then he softly sucked her inside his hot wet mouth.
His cheeks drew inward as the suction he created intensified. The backs of his knuckles brushed her belly and his hand slid down until he was cupping her through her red lace thong and she moaned with pleasure.
"You're always so wet for me, Blair. I love that," he said low in his throat as he pushed aside her tiny panties and touched her hot slick flesh. "This excites you, doesn't it? The prospect that we could be caught while we're fucking?"
"Fuck, yes," she moaned as his talented fingers continued to move over her and in her. It would have been so easy to succumb right there. To let him stroke her until she came. It wouldn't have taken much more and she would have been gone, but she didn't want to orgasm by herself, she wanted him to come with her.
"No more," she said and grabbed his wrist. He slid his hand up her stomach to her breast, and his fingers played with her, spreading moisture across her nipple. He followed with his mouth. A sound of intense male pleasure, primal and possessive, rumbled deep in his throat, pushing her so close to the edge she feared she would orgasm with nothing more than his mouth on her breast.
"Stop."
He leaned his head back and looked at her, his gaze totally gone with passion. "Tell me what you want."
Blair stepped to the side and worked on unbuttoning his pants. She crouched down and his eyes went wide. She had to laugh at his reaction because no one would ever believe it. "I can't believe that I'm going to suck your dick when anyone could see me, and that I don't care in the least if we get caught."
Her dirty talk only heightened his arousal and growled deep in his throat.
She pushed his pants all the way down and noticed the way his erection filled out quite an impressive bulge in the front of his boxers. She kissed him through the underwear. Then she pushed the boxers down his legs. Freed, he jutted toward her.
Blair laughed, a seductive tinkling of noise that caressed Chuck's body and if it was possible made him even harder. She kissed the hot velvet tip and took as much of him as she could into her mouth and tested the weight of his testicles in her palm.
She did this for several minutes and he threw his head back in pleasure and braced himself firmer against the wall. He finally couldn't take anymore and grasped her shoulders, and brought her back to her feet. He brought his face to hers and his tongue ravished her mouth. His hands slid to her behind and he lifted her and she wrapped her legs around his waist. Chuck fed her hungry kisses as he moved to the opposite side of the wall. They were more in view here and they were both feeling reckless and lost in the moment.
"I don't apologize for anything Blair and you know that, but I think I might need to now."
She pushed her panties down her legs and tossed them. "Why?"
He covered her with his warm body and she felt him everywhere. "Because I don't think I can last very long. You have me all worked up, Waldorf." A grin tipped the corners of his mouth.
Then she felt the head of his cock, smooth and hard and hot, and she didn't think he had to worry, because she wasn't likely to last long herself. He slid partway into her, before he withdrew and pushed a little farther inside.
"You're so tight, Blair," he gasped. She sucked in a breath, his breath, as he pulled out of her completely, only to bury himself so deep she felt him against her cervix. A deep groan tore through his chest and echoed around her heart.
"Chuck," she whispered as he began to move, setting a perfect rhythm of pleasure. "Mmm, that feels so good."
They didn't bother keeping their moans or groans quiet. She felt the back of the wall repeatedly hit her as his thrusts began to become more frenzied. She knew that she would have scratches and scrapes from this encounter, but she didn't care. She would remember them with a smile because she had tried something new and exciting and it was with Chuck.
With his face right next to hers and the sheen of sweat covering both of their bodies, he asked, "How do you want it, baby?"
"Just like you're giving it to me."
His harsh breathing brushed her face and he moaned at her answer. Every cell in her body was focused on the cock that continued to pound into her body.
"More?"
"Yes. Give me more," she gasped, and he gave it to her. Faster, harder, and more intense. Over and over, his harsh breath brushing her cheek as he drove her further up the wall. And just when she didn't think she could take any more, she cried out and curled her hands into fists. Her climax so exquisite she saw and heard nothing over the pounding of her heart and the rushing of sensation across her flesh. The fire he ignited deep inside flushed her body, and her inner muscles clenched and drew him deeper until he too came. An explosion of curses were torn from his throat.
After a few minutes of just catching their breath, he gently lowered her to the ground and they put their clothing back in place.
"Well?"
"We have to do that again," Blair laced her fingers with his. "Can we?"
He laughed outright. "I think I might have created a monster."
"Do you mind?"
"Hell no."
"When?"
"You're awfully anxious, B. Didn't I satisfy you just now?"
"Just answer the damn question, Bass."
"When did you want to?"
"How about now?"
He wasn't about to argue with that. Blair Waldorf would be the death of him one day, but it would be such a sweet way to go.
