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Quickie Sex

"Blair Cornelia Bass! Get that scrumptious ass down here this minute! Are you mad woman?" Chuck bellowed from the foot of the stairs as he glanced at his watch for the umpteenth time that past minute.

"First, don't call me woman. Second, thanks for the 'scrumptious ass' remark," Blair smiled flirtatiously as she waltzed down the stairs slowly, her sparkling evening gown shining due to the light of the crystal chandelier hanging in the middle of their high ceiling. "What do you think?" Blair asked as she reached the end of the stairwell and stood toe to toe with Chuck. She fluttered her eyes wickedly and plumped her lips in a delicious pout.

"I think I'll be the envy of every old geezer at Bass Industries. I think every man in that room is going to want to fuck you, but fortunately for me, I'll be the only one who will be doing that at the end of the evening," Chuck whispered hotly against her ear as she turned around and exposed her open dress to him.

"Zip me up," she murmured throatily as she felt his hands automatically comply and gently touch her bare flesh as he pulled up her zipper. "And let's get one thing straight... who says that you'll be the one fucking me at the end of the night?" Blair teased, knowing full well how possessive Chuck Bass had turned from the moment they had decided to go steady. Even more so now that they were married.

"Oh really?" Chuck bit out as he closed the distance between his lips and her neck. He trailed his finger along the length of her arm and gripped her upper arms firmly. "No... let's get one thing straight... who says I'llbe waiting until the end of the evening?" Chuck asked harshly as he roughly turned her over and pressed his lips to hers in a bruising kiss.

Blair's hands shot up automatically and grabbed on to his muscular shoulders, pressing into him in a futile effort to feel his skin beneath her fingers. "Chuck...we've got to go. We're already late," Blair said against his lips as he stroked her lips and tongue gently with his own.

"Yeah...I know...You're right," he breathed out as he ran his hands down her butt and pulled her up against him. She moaned involuntarily at the feel of his erection throbbing against her stomach.

"Chuck..." Blair moaned out, rubbing herself against him seductively, all thoughts of the benefit gone from her head and her only desire at the moment being to be fucked by her husband. Her well endowed husband. Her expert lover of a husband.

"Yes, baby?"

"We've got to..."

"Yes, baby?"

"We've got to go..." Blair sighed out blissfully as his hands began to grip at her dress and raise the skirt into his hand.

"No...we've got to make love," he said sweetly as he began to push her into the living room. "Don't worry...we'll make it quick," he joked as he pressed his lips against hers once again and cut off any further complaint on her part.

He pushed a vase of flowers from a table and sat her atop it with her skirt pushed up around her waist. Looking into her eyes with his signature grin in place, which never failed to turn her on no matter how many times she'd seen it in the past, Chuck undid his pants quickly and removed his erection from the confines of his clothes.

"Hurry! Hurry!" Blair breathed out wildly, her body singing in anticipation at being taken in the middle of their living room, at full view of any servant that might happen to walk in, five minutes from being late to Chuck's company's benefit.

"Whatever pleases you," Chuck growled out as he shoved aside Blair's thong and rammed inside of her, both fully clothed and impatient. He rode her hard and fast, thrusting viciously into her, the idea of another man touching her driving him insane. He knew she was teasing him, but the idea irritated him, especially knowing how some of the very men on the board of his company eyed her whenever she came around. He fucked her hard and fast, leaving the imprint of how good he could fuck her and great he was at making her come over and over fresh in her mind. She wouldn't be able to find anyone like him.

"Chuck! Chuck!" Blair screamed out as she clawed at his jacket and pressed harder on his lower back trying to keep him deep inside her.

"Shh. Blair, the maids can hear you. They'll know I'm fucking you with such reckless abandon that your pussy is fucking pulsing around my co-"

She came hard and on a piercing cry, his words exciting her and taking her over the edge, and his triumphant smile just a bit annoying.

"Mm. You're a hussy aren't you?" Chuck laughed as he ground his hips against hers and felt her walls press against him tighter. "You want to get caught. You want them to know I'm fucking you."

"Fuck you," Blair bit out as the breath returned to her lungs and she was able to voice her annoyance.

"Oh I am darling. And you're so fucking sweet I feel like I'm about to bust inside of you," Chuck groaned out as pulled her hair back and sucked on her exposed neck. "Tell me. Tell me what I need to hear."

"Come for me, Chuck. Come inside me. Fill me up 'til it's dripping down my thighs, 'til I can feel your hot, thick sperm filling me to overflow..."

And he did then. Because he was fucking Blair the way she loved. Because he was fucking Blair in a way that would make sure she knew there would be no other man to do to her the things he did to her.

He came because he was fucking her and she was saying all the right things. Because she was saying exactly what he needed to hear and because she was the woman that he loved to fucking death.

--xoxo--xoxo--

PRESENT

"Let me make you happy again. You know how great we can be together," Chuck continued as he grabbed on to her upper arms and turned her slightly from where she sat on the bed.

"I know how great we can be together in bed...and in every other part of the house for that matter," Blair bit out sarcastically. "But we were never really happy, Chuck," she finished sadly as she shook her head and stood in order to put distance between them. Chuck unscrambled himself from the bed and stood quickly.

"That's a lie and you know it. Do you want me to beg you? Are you getting some sick pleasure in watching me crawl on my hands and knees in an attempt to win you over?" he asked agitated, his patience starting to grow thin, and his ego unwilling to continue to put itself on the line any longer.

"I'm not asking you to keep begging! I've asked you to leave a few hundred times now!" Blair shot back, running over to the dresser where he had flung the key and getting on her knees. "I'll get the fucking key for you and you can get the hell out of here!"

Chuck sighed and walked over to her, "God, Blair. You just can't make this shit easy can you?" he asked as he grabbed her and forced her to her feet. "I just want another chance. I want to...I want to..."

Blair struggled against his grip and lifted her knee to hit him in the groin. Chuck avoided the direct hit and took a knee to the thigh, grunting in pain as he grabbed Blair harshly by the hair. "Stop!"

"Don't tell me what to do! Let go of me!"

"I said stop!" Chuck shouted as Blair began to kick wildly at him. "Dammit!" he growled as he pulled her hard against him and screamed into her face. "I said stop!"

"I hate you!"

"I fucking hate you too!" Chuck shouted as his lips crashed down on hers, sparking the fire that burned within them both.

A/N: Next up...Outdoor Sex! ;-)