Breaking Every Rule

Chapter Eleven: Nobody Does it Better

"Hello lover," Chuck drawled into the phone, carrying out each syllable in a way that he knew sent shivers up her spine. "Do you miss me yet?"

Blair scoffed at him before responding. "That depends on how involved you've been in helping your father pick out bachelor party locations."

She could hear the smirk form on his face and she hated him for it – he always knew how to get to her. "Well, I may have told Bart my thoughts on some of the places, but I've kept my distance from the dancers, if that's what you're asking…"

"Well, Charles, I just needed to be sure you've been a good boy without me."

"Of course I have," he responded, letting out a slight chuckle. Sure, he didn't want to be away from her, especially after what had happened on the cruise, but when they returned, Bart had asked Chuck to be his best man and go to Europe with him to scout out bachelor party spots…he couldn't refuse, and Blair understood that. "The question is, Waldorf, have you? I mean, I know you have certain desires that need to be taken care of."

"What?" Blair asked, quirking an eyebrow, and getting slightly upset, "Are you asking if I had someone take care of those desires for me?"

"Now, don't get your la Perlas in a bunch, Blair. I was simply acknowledging the fact that I've been out of town for 12 days, and it's the longest we've going without having sex since we got together. So it only makes sense that you would have some sort of frustration." He chuckled, "And last time I checked, you were having some trouble relieving that frustration without my help."

Blair rolled her eyes for good measure, knowing where he was going with this. He was about to ask if she had any luck 'taking care of herself.' Chuck knew about the problem she'd been having since he left. It turns out that, no matter how hard she tried, Blair couldn't pleasure herself and get the release she desperately needed without his help.

She had finally confessed it to him after yet another failed attempt at masturbating during phone sex. Since then, Chuck had made sure to try again every day, but they've had no luck. It was getting more and more difficult for Blair to deal with every passing day without him, and even though the fact that Blair couldn't have an orgasm without him with her was a huge confidence boost, Chuck couldn't help but feel incredibly guilty that he wasn't there for her.

All Blair wanted right now was Chuck Bass inside of her. Making her squirm and moan out his name in ecstasy. "I'm not talking about this with you right now."

Chuck couldn't help but let out a slight laugh at her response – she was pissed and it was painfully obvious. "Have you tried since we last spoke?" She didn't respond, which Chuck took as a yes. "Did you get any closer?"

"No," Blair relented, letting out a sigh of frustration.

Even now, the sound of his voice was making her to feel that familiar pressure building in between her legs – the pressure that she felt every night when she'd get into bed and fantasize about her boyfriend (whether or not they were on the phone) But the pressure had been doing nothing more than pissing her off. She was sure it was in some way Chuck's fault – that he was making this happen as a way to tease her while he was out of town. But she knew that was ridiculous.

"We really can't discuss this now…Serena's coming over soon. Apparently she's having some issues with Humphrey. We're going shopping to work out our frustrations…of course she doesn't know about my frustrations."

"Cancel," Chuck breathed into the phone. The way he said that one word sent chills up her spine, making her even hornier than she already was. "Cancel and stay on the phone with me."

Blair found herself shifting in her seat on the bed; she knew that if she gave into the temptation, she'd be setting herself up for disappointment. "Stop it."

"Why?" he asked, "You know you want to, Blair. Just…touch yourself for me. Touch yourself the way I touch you."

"I can't." she whined. As much as she wanted to, it was literally impossible. "Even if I could I can't right now. Serena will be here any minute."

Chuck groaned. "Fine." he paused for a moment before letting out a breath, "So what's my sister's problem with Brooklyn? He not satisfying her needs?" he chucked, "Well, just so you know, if you want to, I don't know, help each other out while I'm gone, it won't count as cheating. Just report back with details."

"Ugh, Chuck! You would fantasize about me and my best friend…you're disgusting."

He chuckled, "Yes I am, so why be shy?"

And, for some reason unbeknownst to Blair, she found herself letting out a huge sigh. "I miss you."

Chuck found himself completely serious now, and a small smile appeared on his face, "I miss you too." He paused, "but I'll be back soon."

"Just be prepared for hours and hours of reunion sex, because we both know I need it and—" Blair cut herself off when she heard her door open. She snapped her head around to see Serena and then let out a sigh of relief. "Oh my God, S…I thought you were Dorota or something. Last time she heard me talking about sex she started reading the bible to me."

Serena rolled her eyes before responding, "Yeah, well I don't really want to hear the details of the reunion sex you're planning with my stepbrother."

Blair let out a slight smile at her friend before talking back into the phone. "I'll call you later, Chuck and we can…I'll just call you later," she paused when he spoke and Serena watched as she responded. "I love you too…Bye." Once she hung up the phone, Blair looked back at her best friend and then stood up, straightening out her skirt before glancing at her best friend, "So, what's the problem with Cabbage Patch?"

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"—and it's not like I don't enjoy it. I do." Serena continued her never-ending rant about Dan as they tried own clothes in Bendels. "But I was his first, so he's not that experienced, and, even though it's fun—"

"Cabbage Patch can't give you an orgasm?" Blair asked, letting out a slight laugh at the irony – she had the complete opposite problem, just like Chuck had predicted. "Does he know that or have you been faking?"

Serena rolled her eyes before responding, "That's not the problem, B. I mean, it is, but it's not. He knew I couldn't get there at first, but eventually, we figured it out. I think he's just afraid to try new things…maybe he doesn't want to push our luck but things are just very…routine."

This time, Blair couldn't help but let out a full-blown laugh. "Who would've thought that you would be the one asking me for sex advise?" Serena just glared at Blair, but she ignored her and took a moment think back to some of the best experiences with Chuck over the past few months. "If you guys have sex somewhere other than your room, it makes it harder to do the same stuff…or even if you just do it on the floor."

A smirk slowly made it's way onto Blair's face – the problem with this whole conversation was that she was so deprived right now. She wasn't really thinking about helping Serena anymore. Now, she was reliving all of her favorite sexual memories.

"Chuck and I…even though we're technically doing the same thing all the time…it always feels different. We once spend the whole night with my iPod on shuffle, changing positions…and our pace with every song. It was…incredible." She let out a slight sigh before continuing, "And even when the positions stay the same, the type of foreplay always changes the mood. I can't tell you how many times his hand has found his way up my skirt in the middle of dinner parties…or cutting class for a quickie in Chuck's limo…"

"Blair…" Serena started – sure, they were helpful tips, but this was getting a little too intense for her.

But Blair didn't even hear her…she was too lost in her own thoughts. "Sometimes, no matter how badly we want it, I'll refuse him or he'll refuse me…to the point that one of us has to beg—"

"Okay, Blair. Seriously—"

"It's just, no matter what we do, and Chuck just has this way of making me come completely undone or something. It's like the second he touches me, all of my stress and responsibilities just disappear. I have no idea how he does it, but—"

"BLAIR!" Serena yelled, causing Blair to finally snap out of her daze, suddenly finding herself craving Chuck's return more than ever. "What is with you? You know I don't want to hear that…my ears are bleeding!"

Blair found herself struggling to compose herself before speaking, "Sorry, I just…Chuck's been gone for two weeks. At least you're having sex!"

Serena furrowed her brow and looked at Blair skeptically before speaking. "But if you and Chuck do all that stuff, I'm sure you've had phone sex or something to hold you over." Blair opened her mouth to respond, but Serena quickly interjected. "And, no, I don't want details."

Letting out an embarrassed laugh, Blair looked down at the ground. "We have, but there's just a little issue." Serena raised an eyebrow, prompting Blair to explain. "Before Chuck and I got together, I had absolutely no experience on my own, and I had no reason to learn when I had him to take care of my…needs for me. But now—"

"Now you're having the complete opposite problem that Dan and I are having?" Blair nodded. "I can not believe you've never experimented before Chuck."

Blair shrugged, "I have, it's just, I've never been able to…finish. At least not until Chuck." She sighed, "I just want him to come home, S…I miss him, and not just because of the sex."

After letting out a sigh, Blair looked over at Serena who, thankfully, wasn't as worried about being told more about Blair and Chuck's sex life – the conversation seemed to be taking a turn. She really had to remember not to ask Blair for sex advice when Chuck was out of town. "I know, B," she nodded. "So, are you two planning on going public any time soon? I mean Nate does already know you're dating."

"I don't know. We haven't discussed it yet. But—" Blair cut herself off when her phone began to ring with a familiar ringtone and she immediately picked it up and put it to her ear. "Yes, Chuck?"

"Hey," he greeted. "There are some papers in my suite I need faxed over for Bart. I'd ask the hotel to but they're in my safe and—"

"Of course," she responded as she began to get dressed.

"Thanks," Chuck let out a sigh of relief. "You know where the safe is. The combination is my mothers birthday…8-23-63 and it's the only thing in there."

She nodded, "Ok," a small smile etched onto her face. "You owe me, Bass. Just remember that for when you come back." With that said, Blair hung up and then looked over at Serena. "There are these papers Chuck needs me to fax him…I have to go." Serena rolled her eyes at the inconvenience, but still, she couldn't help but think how sweet it was that Blair was giving up shopping to go help him.

"Fine…maybe I'll just come with you. We can drop off our bags and then go to the stores on Madison?"

Blair grinned, "Well, la Perla is on Madison. I can get some lingerie for when Chuck comes back…"

"Ugh, B…I think I've heard more about your sex life in the last ten minutes than I ever wanted to."

Blair let out a laugh as she walked out of the fitting room, carrying the massive amounts of clothes she planned on buying, "Don't be jealous, S."

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"But about what we were talking about before," Serena started as they walked into Chuck's suite, "When are you two planning on telling people?"

For some reason, she just wouldn't give it up, and Blair just rolled her eyes as she walked over to the safe, "I told you, S, we haven't talked about it. But things are really good between us right now, I'm not sure if he wants to push our luck—" she cut herself off when she realized that the safe was completely empty…except for a single piece of paper. "Huh…" she asked herself as she picked it up.

Turn around.

Blair scrunched up her eyebrows in confusion. She turned around and a huge grin appeared on her face when she noticed the person standing before her. "S…I think you might want to leave."

"Why?" she asked as she walked into the room, but the answer was clear the second she saw Blair, rushing up to Chuck and attacking him with her lips. "Oh…ew. I'll see you later, B." Serena said as she quickly grabbed her shopping bags and rushed out of the suite.

Blair waved her off and waited until she heard the door close to speak. "What are you doing here?"

"I figured you missed me." she rolled her eyes at him and Chuck just grabbed her hips, pulling them against his and letting out a slight moan at the contact – it had been so long. "And maybe I missed you a little too."

"Chuck," she said his name before kissing him again. She then pulled away and pulled her dress over her head. "Take your clothes off. I need you so badly."

He chuckled before saying, "No…right now, I'm going to teach you a very important lesson. And after that lesson, I'll be more than happy to accommodate you, Waldorf."

"What kind of lesson?" Blair asked with her eyebrows raised – most lessons Chuck taught her required both of them to be completely naked…with him inside of her.

But Chuck didn't answer; instead, he grabbed her hand and led her to the bedroom. Chuck kissed her one more time and undid her bra. "Get in bed." She complied, unable to even speak. Blair missed him so much and, the truth was that she was so horny that she would do almost anything he wanted right now. "You're going to touch yourself for me, Blair."

"What?" Blair asked as she sat up. "Chuck…you know it won't—"

"Your lesson," he interrupted, "is on how to pleasure yourself, Blair."

"But can't you just—"

"No," Chuck told her sternly before smirking, "But I will help you learn how to make yourself cum…now show me how you touch yourself, Blair."

She wanted to refuse – she really did. This was too much for her – touching herself in front of him. Okay…maybe it wasn't too much. At least it wouldn't be if she was actually capable of getting herself off without his help. So Blair just nodded and lied back.

Slowly, Blair moved her hands to her breasts, grasping them and gently massaging them, trying her best to imitate how Chuck touched her. Chuck would be lying if he said he wasn't turned on, but still, he couldn't help but notice that his girlfriend was a little…tense. "Relax," he told her. The mere sound of her voice made her nipples harden and Blair found herself getting lost in the felling. She started to trail her hand down her body, stopping only when she reached her crotch.

Blair moved up to her knees and spread her legs apart. She then spread herself wide, bringing her index finger to her clit and lightly tapping it and rolling it in between her fingers. "Oh my God," she gasped. It felt amazing, and Blair pressed down on it hard. She began to move her fingers faster and after a while, began to feel this…pressure build up inside of her. But she could tell nothing was going to come of it. "Chuck," she groaned, removing her fingers and sitting up. "This isn't working. It's been so long…just, please have sex with me."

"No," he shook his head before climbing on the bed. "Not yet. You're going to do this." Chuck leaned in and kissed her. "Let me help." And before she could even respond, he gently pushed her back on the bed so she was lying down. "Give me your hand," he instructed, and, of course, she complied.

He brought it back down to her crotch and placed his hand on top of hers. "Just, let me lead you, okay?" Blair nodded, and Chuck directed her on what to do. Teaching from example – he had no idea why he didn't start off like this. "See?" he whispered, "Does that feel better?"

"Uh huh," Blair gasped and her hips buckled upward.

A huge smirk formed on Chuck's face as he brought her to an orgasm…well, until she brought herself to an orgasm – kind of. But it was good enough for now.

As soon as she came, Chuck climbed on top of her…no, he pounced on her, kissing her with so much desperation. "Chuck," she moaned into his mouth. "I need you. Now."

"My pleasure," he told her, grinning and quickly got undressed before claiming her. Returning to the place where Chuck Bass belonged…inside of Blair Waldorf.

~*~*~*~*~

"That was…amazing," Chuck whispered into Blair's ear. Her body was spooned against his. The truth was, he was completely spent, and so was she. "I missed this."

"I missed you." Blair told him before turning around to face him. She gave him a slight kiss on the lips before adding, "so much."

Chuck nodded and then pulled her in closer to him. Right now, he needed to hold her and never…ever let go. "I know."

"Sorry in advance for any chest hair you might be missing…" Blair told him, letting a slight giggle leave from her mouth. "I may have gotten a little carried away."

"May have?" Chuck asked, quirking an eyebrow. "That's the understatement of the year."

"Shut up," she rolled her eyes, but nevertheless, she cuddled up to him. She didn't want to let go…ever. "School starts in three days…what would you say if I suggested we don't leave this suite until then."

A huge grin appeared on Chuck's face before he responded. "I would say you read my mind."