Title: What's Love Got to Do With It?
Summary: AU. Blair Waldorf, Connecticut Princess meets Serena VanDerWoodsen, UES Queen while at Yale. During winter break, Blair heads to NY for some fun and happens upon Serena's brother, Chuck Bass.
Rating: M
Chapter 4
Chuck tossed and turned all night long. He couldn't get Blair out of his head, and the knowledge that she was in bed in the next room was driving him mad. He had already jerked off three times since she slithered out of the shower and left him hungry for more, imagining her screaming his name over and over until his eyes rolled back in his head.
And for some reason he felt a little sick to his stomach. It almost seemed as if there was something in his stomach, fluttering. He didn't understand and chalked it up to something he ate.
Chuck woke around seven in the morning; he had passed out sometime around five, completely drained.
He found Serena walking her latest conquest to the elevator and smirked. She rolled her eyes back. Like she could ever be embarrassed in front of Chuck.
When they were alone, he sat down at the table pouring them both coffee.
"I saw your girlfriend last night, by the way," he casually mentioned, as if it was of no real importance.
"Oh, what do you think?" she asked. She assumed Chuck had made some comments to Blair, as he usually did, but it had gone no further. After all, Blair wasn't the type to have sex with two guys in one night.
"I think you should have introduced me to her months ago," he replied with a grin.
"Sorry," she replied sarcastically.
At that moment, the object of their discussion walked into the kitchen. She looked refreshed and was glowing. Chuck was slightly disappointed to think that she had been able to sleep after their mind-blowing sex. He certainly hadn't.
"I assume Mr. Blonde is gone?" Blair asked casually as she helped herself to coffee.
"Correct," Serena replied.
"And how did we enjoy ourselves?" Blair questioned.
"6 – 6.5. Not that bad, but definitely not a repeat. How about you? How was Mr. Married?" Serena volleyed.
"Do negative numbers count?" Blair asked with an eye roll.
"You're kidding me, he didn't seem like the type." Serena said.
At this point, Chuck's eyebrows were furrowed and he was almost glaring at Blair. What the fuck was Serena talking about? Mr. Married? She couldn't possibly mean that Blair had fucked some other guy before him. Could she?
"Alas, I am not. Ah well, another one bites the dust." Blair shrugged it off; she had gotten what she needed, eventually.
Blair's confirmation incited Chuck. Not to mention the fact that she had barely even glanced at him since she sat down.
But suddenly, all thoughts left his head. Blair's small hand was slowly creeping up his thigh. She finally made it to her destination and began massaging his semi-hard cock through his pants. She smirked before taking a sip of her coffee.
Chuck's mind was going blank, he barely heard Serena formally introduce him to Blair. She held out her free hand, playing along.
He gave her a firm handshake and kissed her knuckles. She smirked.
"So, S, what's on the agenda for today?" Blair asked innocently, while increasing the speed of her strokes. Chuck thought he might burst if he didn't get inside that tight pussy in the next five minutes.
"Manis, pedis, shopping?" Serena mused.
"Works for me," Blair said. She stopped her ministrations, and Chuck almost groaned at the loss of contact. She and Serena rose and went to their respective rooms to change for their outing.
As soon as Serena was safely out of earshot, Chuck grabbed Blair's arm, almost bruisingly, and pulled her into her room.
"Am I mistaken, or am I to understand that I was your second fuck of the evening?" Chuck asked furiously.
Blair raised a perfectly shaped brow. What was the difference to him? "You're not mistaken. But if it makes you feel better, you were much better," Blair said, unashamed. For some reason she couldn't understand, Chuck's eyes flashed with barely concealed fury.
"You couldn't have mentioned that before I fucked your brains out?" He hissed.
"Would it have mattered?" she asked, now completely confused.
Chuck thought to himself for a moment. As disturbed as he was about this new development, he couldn't help but find it just a little bit sexy. She was certainly kinky, that was for sure. He thought he might like it.
"No," he answered truthfully, and she smirked in victory.
"Glad that's cleared up. Now, if you don't mind, I need to get ready for Serena." She tried to walk him out.
"Sure you're not up for Round 2?" He smarmed.
"Oh I'm up for it, I just don't want to keep S waiting. Maybe later?" She asked.
"Oh you better believe it. Be prepared for the fucking of your life," he whispered in her ear. She shuddered slightly and he smirked.
With that, he walked out. In the meantime, he would need to take a nice cold shower. He wanted to finish inside of Blair, not his hand. He had some things in store for her.
It was during her trip to Barney's with Serena that Blair realized she hadn't been able to stop thinking about Chuck all day. She had no idea what it was about him that was making her eager to see him again, but she wasn't sure she liked it. Blair had made a promise to herself after John that she would never look for love again. Love. Ugh, the thought of the word made her cringe. She had to make sure that she ended this little fling with Chuck soon. No more than five times with one guy; that way there was no real attachment. It was just safer that way.
"Umm, B," Serena said, waving her hands in Blair's face, "You okay? We lost you there for about five minutes."
"Oh, yeah. I'm totally fine. Just a little tired. Would you mind if I went back to your place to take a nap?" Blair asked.
"Not at all. I'll see you in a bit," Serena said and waved to Blair as she walked out.
Chuck was lying in his bed, running his hands through his hair angrily; he finished smoking his fourth bowl of weed of the day and sighed in frustration. What was wrong with him? He hadn't been able to stop thinking about Blair since their encounter this morning. Chuck had never thought about a woman before. After he got what he wanted, he never would want to see her again, let alone think about her.
What was it was about Blair that was making him so eager to see her again? Nothing, Chuck responded to his inner musings. She's nothing, just a great fuck. A few more times and I'll get my fill of her, he thought to himself. He felt substantially better. Blair Waldorf was nothing; just a tight pussy and a hot wet mouth.
By the time Blair made it back to the VanDerWoodsen penthouse, she was exhausted. She walked straight to her room and shut the door fully intending on making good on her promise to Serena to take a nap. Unfortunately, fate had other plans.
"Excuse me," Blair said haughtily, hands on her slender hips. "What do you think you're doing here?"
"Just waiting for you to come home," Chuck replied sardonically, smirk in place. Ugh, why was he so beautiful, Blair thought angrily. It really was quite annoying.
"I'm sure," Blair retorted. "Well, as much as I hate to disappoint, I need some beauty rest. Feel free to see yourself out."
"I was promised Round 2," Chuck said, almost with a pout on his face.
"I'm not in the mood," Blair replied, "Now go."
Chuck ignored her, moving closer to inspect her packages. He grinned when he saw a bag from La Perla. When he opened the bag, his mouth went dry. A sheer black bustier with sheer panties, stockings, and garter belt greeted his eyes.
"You didn't buy this for me, did you?" Chuck husked, holding up the bustier.
Blair shrugged her dainty shoulders. "You, any one of my gentlemen friends, really," She smirked.
Oh she was going to get it for that comment.
"Put it on. Now," Chuck demanded, lust and anger overtaking his senses until all he could see, all he could hear was Blair.
"No," she said defiantly.
"Yes," He insisted, stepping ever so closer.
"No," she replied, taking a step back.
"Yes," Chuck whispered, grasping her waist and pulling her flush against him; Blair gasped in surprise.
Chuck crushed her lips to his with a hungry kiss, moaning as her soft tongue darted out to lick his lower lip. He hardened instantly. He wasn't lying to Blair; he had been eagerly awaiting her return. He needed to fuck her senseless.
Blair pulled his head down, dragging her fingers through his hair roughly. She let out a groan as his lips traveled down her neck, sucking and biting the delicate skin where her neck met her shoulders. She tasted delicious.
Chuck pushed her onto the king size bed and instantly was on top of her. He tore at her silky blouse, needing to get it off of her immediately. He wanted to taste all of her. As much as he had enjoyed fucking her in the shower, it had been over too quickly. This time he was going to take his time and explore.
Finally managing to get her top off, Chuck groaned at the sight of what she was wearing underneath. Her lacy purple bra barely concealed her small but firm breasts. His eyes dilated and darkened with lust. He was curious at what else he would find.
His hands moved down to her hips and he dragged down her skirt to her knees, evoking a surprised gasp from Blair.
His hard work was rewarded, revealing a matching pair of purple lace panties; he wasn't sure that they even counted as underwear. He finished dragging her skirt over her legs and heels; her long legs were wrapped in black thigh-highs. He ran his fingers up and down her legs, needing to feel everything.
Suddenly, Blair sat up and reached for his belt buckle. Her hands quickly undid the offending accessory and began tearing at his buttons and zipper. His pants soon joined her discarded clothing. Chuck worked on unbuttoning his collared shirt while Blair tore off his boxers to reveal his huge erection. She gave the tip a wet kiss.
Chuck forcefully pushed Blair back on the bed and began licking up her right leg, starting at her ankle. The feeling of Chuck's wet tongue against her stockings-clad legs was driving Blair crazy.
Chuck continued his assent up her calf, moving to her inner thigh. When he had met his ultimate destination, her throbbing core, he tossed her right leg over her shoulder.
Chuck feasted on Blair's dripping pussy through her lacy panties; the friction of silk against her folds and clit had Blair at his mercy. He sighed at finally getting to taste her again. She tasted even better than the night before, if that was even possible.
Blair's loud moans were ringing though his ears, turning him on more than he ever thought possible. He reached up to palm her breasts through her bra and began pinching her hardened nipples. She thrashed against his mouth at the feel of him. She allowed him to eat her out for a few more minutes before pushing him off of her, growling "enough."
She pushed him onto the bed, so that his throbbing cock was exposed to her. She looked him in the eye as she began to slowly remove her remaining clothes.
She was the hottest woman he had ever been with; she had no inhibitions while stripping in front of him. He had to say that she knew how to put on a good show.
When she was fully exposed to him, he went to reach for her to pull her on top of him. She moved just out of reach.
"No, you watch," Blair ordered in a bossy voice that made his cock twitch.
Blair moved her hands over her exposed breasts, mimicking Chuck's actions and twisting her pink nipples, much to his delight. When she grasped her left breast firmly in one hand and moved her pouty lips to take her soft nipple in her mouth, his dick hardened painfully. He quickly grasped it and began stroking himself.
She trailed her right hand down her stomach and began a slow descent to her core. Chuck didn't know when he had started panting.
When she reached her final destination, she opened herself to his eager eyes. She slowly circled her clit, moaning at the feel, all the while maintaining eye contact. He groaned, reaching for her again.
"Get over here," He ground out through clenched teeth.
She finally obliged, jumping on top of him. She quickly straddled his hips, impaling herself on his waiting member. They both cried out at the feel of it.
She began ridding him quickly as his hands moved to her waist to help guide her. Not that she needed any help.
She moved his hands up to her breasts, indicating that she wanted him to play with them. He happily obliged. He idly thought that she had the most perfect rosy-tipped nipples he had ever seen. He looked forward to fucking her tits in the near future.
When he took a hard nipple into his mouth and began alternating between sucking and licking it, continuing to play with her other breast, she began moaning in earnest. This only encouraged him and he moved his mouth to worship her other breast.
"OH, FUCK," she yelled loudly, causing him to chuckle against her tit. But the next second she had him at her mercy.
She grasped his balls firmly and began massaging them with her right hand; her left hand was grabbing his shoulder to provide her with some support.
"Fucking-A," He yelled in response. He couldn't take much more of this.
She continued ridding his dick quickly as waves of pleasure began to wash over her.
"Fuck, I think I'm gonna cum," she moaned. He was quite pleased to hear this; he was about to cum himself.
His hips rammed into her in time with her thrusts and she swore she saw stars behind her eyelids. A minute later, they came together, screaming each other's names.
He pulled her down to lie on top of him; his heart was beating about a mile a minute, in time with her own racing heart.
"So beautiful," she thought she heard him murmur.
She stayed where she was for a few minutes, until they heard the elevator ding.
"I think that concludes today's activities," she said sassily and he slowly pulled out of her. He handed her a tissue to clean up and took some for himself.
"Until tonight," he said as he walked to the door.
"And what makes you think that I'll be available tonight," She asked. He frowned.
"I suggest you make yourself available. You'll be heavily rewarded," he husked at her.
She thought for a moment. This was certainly some of the best sex she had had in a while. And Chuck was just one room away. She couldn't beat that for convenience. Why not?
"I might be able to pencil you in," she whispered.
"Good," he said, opening the door, slipping out just before Serena could catch them.
A/N: I would just like to thank everyone who reviewed, followed, favorited, and read this story. It is incredibly rewarding to have so much support and definitely a great motivator to continue this little adventure. I apologize for not responding to some of your reviews (I will soon!), but I figured it would be better to finish this chapter first. Please enjoy! ;)