A/N: Yay, another update within a week of the last one! I'm really trying to update more frequently. My mind was in overdrive this week, coming up with all these new ideas for Chuck and Blair sexcapades. I think it must be a result of the Gossip Girl withdawal I'm currently experiencing. March 9 seems so far away... Anyway, this chapter isn't exactly sweet like the past two have been. I thought it was time for another chapter focused solely on steamy, passionate Chuck and Blair sex. But if you enjoyed the fluffier chapters, don't worry, depending on my mood I'm going to be writing plenty more of both. So I hope you guys enjoy this one... I think I'm pretty happy with it. Read and review please!

Chapter 17

"Are you sure you can't come home any sooner?" Chuck pleaded. "I'm dying." He was lying on his bed in his suite, thinking wistfully of the various positions in which he would be fucking Blair right now if she hadn't been in France visiting her father (to make up for his absence on her birthday, Harold had bought Blair a plane ticket and asked her to spend a week with him and Roman at their vineyard). He was glad that she was spending time with her dad, he really was, but it had been 6 days and he missed her. A lot.

"I know, so am I, but I'm coming home tomorrow," Blair replied. "And don't worry, I'll be sure to make up for lost time once I'm back," she added in that tone of hers that always made him hard.

For the past six days, Chuck had been getting hard virtually every time Blair made comments like that one. And every time, he had been completely unable to get himself off. It was extremely frustrating, not to mention uncomfortable, but truth be told, he needed Blair. "Come on Blair, help me out here," he begged, stroking the bulge in his pants. "I need some fucking release."

"Chuck, I already told you, we are not having phone sex."

"Blair, please. I'm in pain."

He heard her hesitate over the phone, and he grinned to himself. "Is it really that bad?"

"Yes," he groaned.

Blair was suddenly overcome by a wave of sympathy for her good boy, literally aching for her to come home. And if he hadn't been able to get himself off all week... well, for Chuck, that was practically an eternity. It seemed almost inhumane to not help him. Besides, it would be fun to see if she could really make him come just by talking. "How badly do you want me, baby?" she purred.

Chuck let out a sigh of relief, thrilled that she had finally given in to him. "So badly," he said, easing down the zipper of his pants.

"Are you touching yourself for me?"

"Yes," he moaned, closing his hand around his throbbing dick.

"If I was there with you, I'd have my mouth around you right now," she breathed, really getting into it. She was enjoying listening to him panting over the phone.

"Fuck..." he grunted as he stroked himself, imagining the way her warm lips would feel wrapped around him. Fuck.

"I'd be dripping wet for you Chuck, so tight, waiting for you to ram yourself inside of me," she murmured.

Dear God, she was going to kill him. "Jesus Blair, I fucking need you," he breathed, rubbing himself harder, gripping his shaft tightly.

"Feel how wet I am, Chuck, I'm waiting for you, only you. I'm yours, I'm yours, just take me..."

He was dying. His hand was flying up and down his shaft, jerking harder and harder.

"How close are you, Chuck?" she whispered.

"So... fucking... close..." he choked out. He was almost there, seconds away from the release he had been craving all week... and then he heard a knock at the door. "Someone's... at the fucking door," he snarled, furious that he was being interrupted.

"Tell them to leave," Blair ordered.

"Leave!" he yelled in a strangled voice, still clutching himself. But the person - he was going to fucking kill whoever it was - knocked again, louder this time. "FUCK!" he snarled, feeling his release slipping away from him. He zipped up his pants and flipped his boner up into the waistband, then got up and stumbled to the door. He wrenched it open, cursing silently, dreaming up ways he could destroy whoever it was who had so rudely ruined his phone sex with Blair. And then his mouth fell open in shock as he saw who it was standing in the hallway.

Blair. Blair, wearing a long gray trenchcoat and dangerously high black heels, a self-satisfied smirk on her face. "What the -" Chuck stammered, completely shocked.

"I got home early," she explained, still smirking. She placed a hand on his chest, pushed him back into his suite, and closed the door behind her. "And I thought it sounded like you could use a little help." She reached for the belt of her coat and loosened it, slowly pulling the jacket open to reveal her completely naked body. Chuck stared at her in awe as she shrugged her shoulders and allowed the coat to fall to the floor. And now Blair Waldorf was standing in front of him, wearing nothing but a pair of spiky black heels.

It was at that point that Chuck's brain stopped functioning. He merely followed obediently as she pushed him against the wall, pulled down his zipper, and freed his painfully swollen dick. Taking it in her hand, she smiled appreciatively at how hard she had been able to get him over the phone. "Poor baby," she murmured, kissing his neck. "You really have been dying without me."

"Mmm," he managed to say as his eyes rolled into the back of his head.

"I'll fix it," she promised, her hands never stopping their expert stroking as she pulled him away from the wall and guided him back to his bed. Pushing him down on to the bed, she straddled him, positioning herself above him so that his tip just grazed her entrance. He could feel the heat emanating from her, and he bucked his hips upward, desperate to bury himself in her wetness. Seeing his desperation, she sank down on to him, gasping as she felt him fill her for the first time in a week. It really had been too long. A low, animalistic growl rumbled in his throat as he finally felt the absolute ecstasy of her warm wetness engulfing him.

She began to rock her hips rhythmically in the way she knew he loved, grinding against his groin and whimpering at the feeling of him inside of her. He grabbed her hips and pulled her down harder, guiding her movements to suit his needs. She followed his lead, grinding harder until he flipped her on to her back and positioned himself above her, ready to slam into her the way he had been fantasizing about all week. And he did, pinning her arms over her head as he pounded into her again and again. He could feel his control slipping away - the only thing on his mind was Blair, Blair, Blair. The way she was arching up towards him to meet his everything thrust, the way her lips parted slightly as her orgasm ripped through her, the way her legs were wrapped around his back, holding him to her in a vicelike grip. He was so close, so close to the release he had been craving... and then finally, he was there.