Chapter 7
"Chuck. Please!" Blair pouted. She was seated on his bed, fully clothed (an impressive feat considering she was in Chuck's bedroom), staring imploringly at him as he gazed at her skeptically from an armchair.
"What is the purpose of this insufferable party anyway?" he asked in a bored voice.
"My mother always has a holiday party this time of year. It's a tradition."
"Can't you find someone else to celebrate this tradition with you?"
"No! I want you to come. I wouldn't have as much fun with someone else."
Chuck pretended to be unmoved by this comment, but in truth it softened him up a little to know she preferred his company to anyone else's. He could really get used to this whole being in love thing.
"Come on, it'll be fun!" Blair said with a forced smile. "At least we can suffer together."
"Or I could not suffer at all," Chuck pointed out, and Blair pouted again.
"Are you really going to leave me to endure this alone?" she asked with her best hurt puppy look.
"Possibly," he said, even though he had already decided to go with her. He loved every second he spent with her, even if it was at some asinine holiday party.
Blair stood up and walked over to him, settling herself on his lap. "What if I promise to make it up to you?" she said with a very meaningful look. She tugged on the collar of his shirt and adjusted herself in his lap so that her butt was pressed against his groin. She smiled to herself as she felt his cock twitch beneath her.
"Fine," he said, grabbing her head and kissing her. She certainly knew how to get to him. He was powerless before her.
His hands roamed over her body as he kissed his way down from her jaw to her neck to her collarbone. "I can't right now," Blair murmured, pushing him back and standing up. She knew that if she had let him go on much longer, she wouldn't have been able to stop him. "I have to get ready," she explained.
"I thought you were making it up to me!" Chuck cried, clearly disappointed.
"Oh believe me, I will," Blair said. "But later." She leaned forward and kissed him briefly. "See you tonight," she said before disappearing through his door.
Chuck sat back in his chair and groaned. He didn't want to wait until tonight... he wanted her now. But knowing Blair, she would make attending that party well worth his time. His cock twitched again at the thought of what she had in store for him, and he groaned again. She was like a drug - he could never get enough of her.
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Blair had just finished applying her makeup when she heard a soft knock on her door, quickly followed by the appearance of Chuck, who looked sexy as ever in a basic black tux. She stood to greet him, and his eyes swept over her appreciatively. She was dressed in a green strapless dress that hugged her curves in a tasteful way and reached to just above her knees. The black peeptoe heels on her feet made her legs look especially long and slender.
"You clean up nicely, Bass," Blair commented in mock surprise.
"You don't look so bad yourself, Waldorf," he replied. The way that dress clung to her hips and butt had already made him horny as hell, and he wondered whether he would be able to last through this entire party without fucking her. Probably not. He placed a hand on her waist and pulled her towards him for a kiss. "Actually, you look fucking sexy as hell," he whispered against her lips, and he felt her smile.
"Patience," she said, but she didn't pull away. She allowed him to slide his hands up her thighs and under her dress until he was cupping her bare ass. He pulled away from her suddenly, eyes wide, hands still on her butt.
"No panties tonight?" he asked, suddenly finding it very difficult to think straight.
Blair raised one eyebrow and smiled at him. "I told you I'd make it up to you," she breathed. She pressed herself up against him briefly, then pulled his hands out from under her dress and stepped back. "Maybe that'll give you something to think about during the party," she added, grabbing his hand and leading him out of the room as he let out a groan.
They spent most of the night at each other's side, whispering and giggling about the various guests at Eleanor's party. After a while, Eleanor dragged Blair off to ask her opinion about the desserts, and Chuck was left to fend for himself. When Blair returned, she found a desperate 40-something divorcee fawning over him and practically shoving her recently redone boobs into his face as he looked on with an expression of utter disgust. Stifling a laugh, she decided it was time to reward him for putting up with all of this to be with her tonight.
She crept up behind him and placed a hand on his shoulder. "Ready to be rewarded?" she whispered into his ear.
"Oh God yes," he replied, extremely grateful to Blair for rescuing him from this repulsive woman.
"Excuse us," Blair said to the woman, smiling sweetly. Then she linked her arm with Chuck's and led him away, but instead of going up the stairs, they turned into the empty hallway. He looked at her questioningly. Was she really going to make him wait longer? "I thought this would be more entertaining," she explained, opening the door to a spacious closet and pushing him inside. She stepped in after him and closed the door, leaving them in complete darkness. "Oh, and this is the closet where the guests' coats are hanging," she added.
Chuck's heart was pounding, and his breathing was already getting heavier. Who would have ever thought it would be perfect, proper Blair Waldorf's idea to fuck in a coat closet while her mother's holiday party was in full swing just outside? When she was with him, a side of her came out that no one else ever got to see. A wild, kinky side that made him want to fuck her so hard that she wouldn't be able to walk straight for a week.
She slammed him up against the wall, sliding her hand into the waistband of his pants and tugging at it as her lips found his and they began to kiss fervently. "Someone's aggressive tonight," he murmured, and she responded by pushing his jacket over his shoulders. He shrugged out of it, letting it fall to the floor. She ripped his shirt out of his pants and unhooked the buttons at an impressive speed, kissing his chest as she made her way down to his pants. Tracing a finger along the skin just above the waistband, she hurriedly undid his pants and yanked them down along with his boxers. She found his hardened cock in an instant and guided it into her mouth, stroking his balls as she licked his tip. Gradually she eased his entire length into her mouth, and he groaned with pleasure, grabbing her head and pressing her closer to him. "Jesus Blair," he moaned.
He was suddenly overcome with a desire to bury himself inside of her, and so he pulled her head back and growled "Wait." She seemed to understand, and stood up quickly, wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing him again. She could feel his throbbing erection poking her through the material of her dress, and she could feel herself getting wetter and wetter.
"I'm so fucking wet for you, Chuck," she breathed into his ear, and her words sent him over the edge. He violently shoved her dress up over her legs until it was bunched around her waist. Grabbing her ass, he lifted her up, slammed her against the wall, and plunged deep inside of her. She let out a loud moan, not even bothering to contain herself. He thrust into her over and over again, filling her perfectly, making her beg for more. She climaxed almost instantly, and the feeling of her entire body quivering against him from the force of her orgasm drove him to his release.
He rested his head against her shoulder, breathing heavily, as she clung to him and ran her hands through his hair. Then he kissed her gently and slid out of her, placing her back on the ground. "Back to the party," Blair said after they had stood in silence for a full minute, both reflecting on what had just happened. She pulled her dress back down as Chuck fumbled around in the darkness for his jacket. Once their clothes were readjusted, Blair pushed the door of the closet open tentatively and peeked out into the hall. "All clear," she whispered, and they slipped outside. They nearly broke down laughing at the sight of each other, clothes wrinkled, hair rumpled, lips swollen, faces flushed.
"Thanks for my reward," Chuck said huskily, stepping towards her. "It was definitely worth it."
"Good," Blair replied with a smile. "But did I forget to tell you? That was only part one." With a wicked grin, she patted his crotch and then pranced back off to the party, leaving him dumbfounded in her wake. God, he loved Blair Waldorf.