A/N: Sorry it's taken me so long to update, but I have less time to write now that I'm back at school... I'll still be updating as often as I can though! I was disappointed at the lack of C/B scenes in last week's episode, but I was so proud of Chuck when he punched Jack! He's so sexy... Anyway, it sucks that there's not a new episode on Monday either, although I won't mind watching O Brother, Where Bart Thou again. As we count down the days til the next new episode, I'm sure we'll all be relying heavily on fanfics to give us our Chair fix! Hope you enjoy this. Review please!

Chapter 14

Blair was rushing around her room dressed in only her panties, trying to decide on an outfit for her mother's spring line launch party that night. She was going to wear one of her mother's dresses, of course, and she wanted to look very mature and elegant. Then again, she also wanted to look sexy enough to torture - er, distract - Chuck as he suffered through another one of her mother's parties.

"Miss Blair, Mr. Chuck for you!" Dorota called up the stairs, and seconds later, Chuck appeared in her doorway, looking annoyingly sexy in a black tux.

"Not that I mind, but that's an interesting choice of outfit for the party tonight," he said with a smirk, stepping into her room and closing the door behind him.

Blair rolled her eyes. "I can't decide on a dress," she huffed, rifling through her closet.

"How about one that can be easily removed?" Chuck suggested, grabbing Blair around the waist and pulling her in for a kiss.

"Mmm... I'm sure you'd like that," Blair laughed before pushing him away and returning to her closet.

"I would," he agreed, sliding his arms around her waist from behind and resting his chin on her shoulder. "Then again, I'm always up for a challenge," he added, kissing her shoulder.

Trying not to pay attention to the feeling of his lips on her skin - you need to get ready Blair, not get freaky - she took a deep breath and continued to sift through dresses. After a few minutes, she finally decided on a royal blue halter dress that fell to her knees and showed off just enough skin to look sexy without being slutty (she wasn't Serena, after all). She pulled Chuck's arms from around her waist and slid into the dress, which fit her perfectly. "Tie," she ordered Chuck, lifting up her hair and exposing the nape of her neck - his ultimate weakness. She smiled as she heard his breath catch in his throat, but her smile vanished when she felt his breath on her neck.

"You know, I really prefer to do the untying," he said softly, placing a kiss on the back of her neck as his hands grazed over her back. "Unless, of course, I'm tying you up." Blair blushed and felt the familiar heat begin to form between her legs as Chuck slid his hands up her stomach and over her breasts before he found the straps of her dress. He tied them gently behind her neck, and she let her hair fall back down. "You look beautiful," he murmured, spinning her around so that she was facing him. She smiled at him appreciatively before returning to her closet in search of shoes. She settled on a pair of classic black peep toe heels.

"Shall we?" Chuck said, placing a hand on the small of her back and guiding her out of the room. They descended the steps together and made their way over to the appetizers, trying to avoid the various old, boring guests. After a few minutes, Eleanor drifted over to them, carrying a flute of champagne.

"Blair, dear, why did you choose that dress? Blue's really not your color," she said, shaking her head.

Chuck watched in fury as Blair tried to hide how upset she was. He knew she valued her mother's opinion much more than she should, and the last thing he needed was for her to start throwing up again because her mother was too self-absorbed and stupid to appreciate how beautiful her daughter was. "I actually think she looks stunning," Chuck said firmly, tightening his hold on Blair's waist. "Just like she always does."

Eleanor glanced over at him with a slightly surprised expression on her face. "Yes, well, I didn't mean -"

"Of course you didn't, mother," Blair said icily. "Excuse us." She grabbed Chuck's hand and pulled him as far away from her mother as she could. Eleanor watched them go for a moment before returning her attention to her guests. "I'm never good enough for her," Blair said quietly.

"Don't listen to her, Blair," Chuck said sincerely, turning her so that he could look her in the eye. "You're more than good enough. You're perfect."

"I'm not -" Blair protested, but Chuck shut her up with a kiss.

"You are," he murmured against her lips.

Blair smiled. "I love you, Chuck Bass," she whispered.

"And I love you," he replied, kissing her softly. "And for what it's worth, I'd want to rip that dress off of you no matter what color it is."

Blair slid a few fingers into the waistband of his pants, pulling him closer to her. He felt himself harden instantly. "If you're lucky, you might get to do just that," she teased.

"I'll keep my fingers crossed," he said, playing along. "But I don't know if I can wait much longer."

"Neither can I," Blair breathed. "Come on, let's go to your suite. It's not like my mother would notice if we left."

"Are you sure?" Chuck said. "I can wait if you want."

"Judging by the erection poking against my leg right now, no you can't," Blair smirked. She leaned closer to him, pressing her mouth to his ear. "And if you could feel how wet I am right now, you would know that I can't either."

"Fair enough," Chuck managed to choke out, and he followed obediently as she grabbed his tie and led him into the elevator.

His limo was parked just outside, and they were soon seated in the back, heading for the Palace. "I have a suggestion," Blair said, hooking a leg over his hip and straddling him. "To make things a little more interesting."

"Tell me," he said, kissing her neck as his hands cupped her butt.

"Well, you said earlier that you're always up for a challenge, right?"

"Of course."

"Well then, I propose that once we're undressed, we can only touch each other with our mouths."

Chuck pulled away from her neck and looked up at her with raised eyebrows. "Impressive, Waldorf," he said after a few seconds.

"Thank you," Blair said, circling her hips gently against her groin. He pressed her down harder against his erection, but just then, the limo stopped, and she hopped off of him. "Come on," she said, grabbing his hand and pulling him out of the limo. He groaned slightly but followed, and five minutes later they were stumbling into 1812, kissing passionately. Blair pushed him down on to the bed and crawled on top of him, placing her legs on either side of his hips. She had his tie off and was deftly unbuttoning his shirt as his hands slid up under her dress and toyed with the waistband of her panties. He sat up slightly to shrug out of his shirt, and she scooted lower down on his legs so that she could unbutton his pants. His pants and boxers were off seconds later, and she was driving him crazy by pressing her heat against his newly freed erection. "Alright Bass, rip this dress off of me," Blair murmured.

"With pleasure," Chuck growled, reaching up and untying the straps in one quick movement. He slid the dress up over her head and tossed it to the floor, enjoying the fact that the design of the dress made it impossible for her to wear a bra. Then he flipped her off of him so that she was lying on the bed beneath him and pulled her panties off. "What now?" he asked.

"Mouth only," she ordered. "Make me come, Chuck. Make me scream your name."

Chuck hissed and positioned himself so that he was lying perpendicular to her on the bed, no part of their bodies touching. Starting at her forehead, he kissed all over her face: her eyelids, her nose, her cheeks, her ears, her jaw, and finally, her lips. He spent an extra long time on her lips, tugging on her bottom lip and sliding his tongue in and out of her mouth. It was all she could do to stop her hands from knotting themselves in his hair and pulling his body on to hers. He moved down to her neck, sucking and biting softly, slipping his tongue into the hollow at the base of her throat. Leaving a trail of kisses along her collarbone, he made his way down to her breasts, gliding his tongue under them before taking her nipples in his mouth. She moaned and arched her back towards him, her hands curling into fists as she fought the urge to touch him. Enjoying her response to what he was doing, he spent a tauntingly long time on her stomach, building up her anticipation. He kissed her smooth, warm skin softly, loving the feel of her tender flesh on his lips. He ran his tongue along the skin between her hips, coming dangerously close to her mound without actually touching it. She moaned again, but instead of giving her what she wanted, he moved down to her legs, kissing her inner thighs, centimeters away from her dripping heat.

"I'll make you regret this, Bass," Blair breathed as he kissed his way down the entire length of each of her legs before returning to her inner thighs.

"I'm counting on it," Chuck replied, his hot breath blowing on to her mound. He glided his tongue over her folds, grazing her clit without actually entering her. She let out a cry of desperate frustration, and he smirked to himself as he licked her again and again.

"Damn it, Chuck," she hissed, and the sound of her pleading voice made his dick throb. He was having a difficult time stopping himself from thrusting into her right then. But the idea of what she had in store for him kept him going. He directed his attention to her clit, sucking as her hips strained towards him. Then he finally - finally! - slid his tongue inside of her, doing things to her that made her scream his name until she came with a toe-curling, body-shaking orgasm.

"I like this game," he said after he had licked her clean.

Blair was breathing heavily, still recovering from her orgasm. "It's about to get very interesting," she said, and he knew that she was going to torture him. "On your back, Bass." He obeyed, and she flipped on to her stomach so that she could press her lips to his. She bit down lightly on his lower lip before sliding her tongue into his mouth. She kissed him with such sensuous intensity that he thought she probably could have made him come right then and there. But then she pulled away and moved her lips to his jaw and neck, mimicking the sucking kisses he had given her. She licked his shoulders and chest, taking his nipple gently in her teeth before continuing down to his stomach. When she reached his lower stomach, she stopped, and he knew he was in for it. She blew hot air over his skin and his tip, making his cock twitch. Then she grazed her teeth and lips over his hip bone, causing his back to arch involuntarily. She made her way down to his inner thighs, leaving a trail of soft kisses along his skin. Feeling particularly devilish, she ran her tongue up the underside of his shaft, kissed his tip, and then pulled away as he shuddered and let out a deep, guttural groan.

"Fuck, Blair," he groaned, his hands digging into the sheets. He wanted to grab her head and shove her mouth on to his dick, pushing himself as deep into her as she could take.

Feeling very pleased with herself, she continued to torture him by kissing and trailing her tongue along his stomach, his hips, and his thighs, occasionally making him gasp as her lips unexpectedly grazed over his tip. His dick was throbbing painfully, and she knew it. He was literally squirming beneath her. "Please, Blair," he begged, forcing himself to keep his hands at his sides. Finally deciding he had had enough, she closed her lips around his tip and left them there. "Come on, baby," he urged her, his eyes rolling into the back of his head. Moving at a torturously slow pace, she eased him deeper and deeper into her mouth, her tongue swirling slowly around his shaft. Then she made her way back up his shaft to his tip at that same slow pace. "Fuck..." he breathed. "Faster." She obeyed his command, sucking him hard as her tongue slid all over him, getting gradually quicker. His body was twitching beneath her, building up to his climax until he let out a grunt and finished inside of her mouth.

"Mmm..." he moaned as she kissed her way back up his chest to his lips. "This was a good suggestion, Waldorf."

"I agree," she said. "But now I have another one."

"And what's that?" he asked.

"Fuck me. And this time, your hands better be all over my body."

He grabbed her waist and pulled her on top of him. "Another excellent suggestion," he said with a grin.