Chapter 9
Chuck had been out of town for the past week on a business trip with his father. Although Blair was truly happy that Bart was finally making an effort to improve his relationship with his son, Chuck's absence made her life considerably less enjoyable. She had spent the majority of the week listening to Serena ramble on about Aaron, and she was beginning to feel as if she would rather end their friendship (at least temporarily) than listen to another one of Serena's appallingly sappy stories.
On the night before Chuck was due to return, Blair found herself once again lying on her best friend's bed, pretending to pay attention as Serena ransacked her closet in search of the perfect outfit to wear on her date with Aaron that night. She was debating whether to fake a stomachache and escape when, to her very great relief, her phone began to vibrate in her hand. Looking down, she saw it was Chuck calling. "Sorry S, it's Chuck. I'll be back in a little."
"Okay," Serena replied distractedly, still rummaging through her clothes.
Blair rolled off the bed and hurried into the hallway. "Hello," she said, wandering into Chuck's room and closing the door behind her. It was strange to be in his room without him. She glanced over at his bed, and fantasies about their reunion tomorrow night suddenly filled her head. It had been agonizing to go a whole week without feeling his touch.
"Hello," he replied. "Miss me?"
"Yes," Blair said, sitting down on his bed. "Almost as much as you miss me."
"Not much, then," he joked.
"Shut up."
Chuck laughed. "So what are you doing right now? Still being bored to death by Serena?"
"I was," Blair sighed. "Now I'm in your room. On your bed."
"Really," he said, and Blair could hear the sudden change in his voice that signaled he was turned on. "And what are you doing there?"
"Just thinking about you," she said coyly. "And tomorrow night."
Chuck swallowed. Although he was pleased with how this week had gone with his father, it had been torturous to be away from Blair. The thought of her lying on his bed, fantasizing about the wild sex they would have tomorrow night, drove him wild. "What are you wearing?" he said huskily.
"Nothing," Blair lied, and she laughed as she heard Chuck's breath catch in his throat.
"Seriously?" he breathed. He felt himself grow hard as the image of her lying completely naked on his bed flashed through his mind.
"No," she admitted. "But that's what I'll be wearing tomorrow night."
"Obviously."
"Chuck. I want you to be here now," Blair whined. "I'm so hot for you."
Dammit, why did she have to torture him like this? "So am I," he managed to choke out. He took a moment to regain his control, then added: "What do you want me to do to you Blair? Tell me what you want."
"No, not without you here. It'll make me too horny," she said.
"Come on, Waldorf," he growled. He was already hard from talking to her, and if their conversation continued in the direction it had been headed, he hoped he could get some release.
But Blair refused. "No," she said firmly. "I'll tell you tomorrow."
"You better," he grumbled.
"You can count on it," Blair assured him. "I have to go now," she said reluctantly. Serena had just called her name. "Enjoy dreaming about me tonight."
"That shouldn't be a problem," he said, trying to fight down his erection. "Good night, Blair."
"Good night, Chuck."
xoxo
Blair was sitting at her vanity, trying to decide how to wear her hair that night, when she heard her phone vibrate again.
"Hello?" she answered distractedly, not bothering to check who was calling.
"I'm outside with the limo. Come out," Chuck said.
"What?!" Blair cried. "I thought you weren't going to be home for at least another hour!"
"Yes well, things tend to move faster when my father gets involved."
"I'm not ready to go out."
"I don't care. I want to see you. Now."
Blair instantly understood the implication of his words. "Okay," she agreed. "Give me two minutes." She hung up the phone, flung it on to her bed, and dashed over to her closet. He said he didn't care, but it was their first night together in a week, and she wanted to look good. She slipped out of the more comfortable (but of course still cute) underwear she had been wearing and pulled on lacy black panties and a bra similar to what she had worn to reward him at her mother's holiday party. Then she readjusted her black skirt and nearly sheer white blouse, stepped into a pair of black pumps, ran a hand through her hair, and applied a final coat of lip gloss and mascara. Grabbing her bag, she flew out of her room and down the stairs, yelling to Dorota that she was leaving.
When Blair stepped out of her front door, she saw Chuck leaning against the side of his limo, waiting for her. With a smile, Blair hurried down her front steps and into his arms. He placed one hand on her waist and the other on the back of her neck and pulled her into a kiss that was simultaneously gentle and extremely intense. "I'm glad you're back," Blair breathed when they broke apart. "Manhattan's not the same without you."
"I would hope not," Chuck said, holding the door to the limo open for her and helping her inside. He slid in after her and slammed the door.
Blair realized suddenly that this was the first time she had been alone in the back of the limo with Chuck since she had lost her virginity to him last year. The thought sent chills down her spine, and she shivered slightly at the memory of how incredible that night had been.
"Are you alright?" Chuck asked, noticing her shaking.
"Yeah, I'm fine. Just remembering," Blair said, looking straight into his eyes.
Chuck understood. "The back of the limo," he said. "That's where it all started for us."
Blair nodded. She couldn't believe how much they'd been through since then. They stared at each other for a while, each remembering that night. For Blair, it had been a night of both confusion and discovery - and it had been the first time she had ever felt truly desired. For Chuck, it had been a night of desire like he had never experienced it before - and it had been the first time he had ever felt something for a girl he was having sex with.
Blair scooted closer to him, just like she had on that night. Their lips met, and the combination of those powerful memories and the pent-up frustration of being apart for an entire week seemed to create an electric current that pulsed between them. Chuck grabbed her leg and pulled her over his waist so that she was straddling him. As one hand knotted itself in her hair, the other cupped her butt before moving over to her inner thigh. Massaging her sensitive skin, his fingers inched toward her panties and began to stroke her mound through the damp material.
"I missed you," she murmured against his lips as she started to unbutton his shirt. In response, he pushed her panties aside and slid two fingers inside of her. She gasped as he started working his fingers as only he knew how, teasing her clit and pumping in and out with exactly the right rhythm and pressure. Temporarily forgetting about his shirt, she tilted her head back and ground her hips against his hand, desperate to feel more of him inside of her.
Suddenly, he stopped and pulled his fingers out. Whimpering at the loss of contact, she looked down at him, confused and annoyed. He smirked slightly, then put his hands on her waist and flipped her off of him so that she was sitting on the seat beside him. He slid off of the seat and on to the floor of the limo, kneeling between her legs. He placed his hands on her knees and looked up at her, a smile playing across his lips. "Tell me what you want me to do to you, Blair," he said huskily.
Blair closed her eyes and sighed. Her body was hungering for his touch, and she really didn't want to have to beg him to give it to her. "Dammit Chuck, why can't you just fuck me without playing these stupid games?"
"Because it's more fun this way," he drawled. "I like to hear you talk to dirty to me. I like to watch you squirm because you can't wait to feel me inside of you. I like to see the look on your face when I give you exactly what you want. So tell me what you want, baby."
If she hadn't been so desperate for him to touch her, she might have toyed with him and drawn it out for a little while. But right now, she wanted it too badly to wait. She could talk dirty to him. He said he liked to see the look on her face when he gave her what she wanted. Well, she liked to see how horny she could make him just by talking.
"I want to feel your mouth on me, Chuck," she purred. "I want to feel your tongue inside of me. I want you to taste how wet I am for you right now."
"Mmm," he mumbled, gently pushing her legs apart and lifting up her skirt as he began to kiss her inner thighs.
Blair tried to keep her voice calm as she continued. "I want you to make me shake and scream using only your tongue." His mouth was dangerously close to her mound by now. "And then, I want you to stick your huge dick inside m-" but she stopped there, because her words had finally pushed him over the edge, and he had yanked the material of her panties aside and slid his tongue inside of her. His hands were gripping her thighs tightly as his tongue worked its magic on her, teasing her clit and tasting her wetness.
Blair moaned and grabbed his head, pulling him more deeply into her, her hands clutching his hair. She thrust her hips towards him as she felt her climax building. "Chuck..." she panted, and the sound of her voice, filled with desire and pleasure because of him, made him more turned on than he ever would have thought possible. He kissed her, sucked her, licked her, using his tongue in every way possible to make her come. And finally she did, her whole body shaking as her nails dug into his scalp and she let out a satisfied groan.
He pulled back a little, placing gentle kisses on the soft, warm skin of her inner thighs. As Blair lay there, breathing heavily and recovering from her mindnumbing orgasm, she thought back to that first night in the back of Chuck's limo, and she didn't think she had ever been so grateful to her former self for taking a chance on this boy who could make her feel more incredible than she ever thought possible.