The Blair Itch Project

TITLE: The Blair Itch Project AUTHOR: Midknight CHAPTER: 10 of ? FANDOM: Gossip Girl SHIP: Blair / Chuck RATING: NC-17 CATEGORY: Erotica SPOILERS: Season 1 - A couple. SYNOPSIS: A companion piece to Moving Violation - Blair finds she has an itch, she just can't quite scratch and is forced to turn to Chuck for help. DISCLAIMER: I do not own Gossip Girl. None of these characters belong to me. They belong to whoever created them and whoever else does. I pay homage to them and I make no profit from this story in any fashion, way or means. AUTHORS NOTE: I apologize before hand and hope you will forgive any errors or blatant discrepancies. This is now officially the longest thing I've ever written. FEEDBACK: Yes Please. It helps. It really, really helps. - midknight_tales@yahoo.com CHAPTER TEN Chuck unzipped her dress and slid the thin straps off her shoulders, his hand lightly caressing their smooth curves. The dress slid down along her skin in a smooth, silky caress. Blair reached up and removed the long pins that held up her hair, shaking out the long dark tresses as she turned to face him. He reached forward and his hand slid gently onto and cupped her cheek. She sighed as he leaned forward and pressed his lips to hers. His tongue probed lightly between her lips and tapped at her teeth for entrance. She shifted her head and opened her mouth to let his tongue wrestle with hers. She could taste the scotch he'd drunk when they had returned to his suite. It amazed her how many good, but out of the way and intimately private restaurants he knew. She liked the small jazz lounge he had taken her to. It had been dark, smoky and relaxed and her enjoyment of the music surprised her almost as much as Chuck's knowledge and obvious enthusiasm for it. Their evening had been fun and easy, grown-up, but not adult, at least until now. He hadn't played any of his usual games, but she realized they had still continued to touch constantly, whether it was his hand light on the small of her back as they walked of her hand resting on his thigh as they sat. She was also developing a bad habit of playing with his fingers whenever they sat on their own. She kept waiting for him to pull them away or ask her what she thought she was doing or make some other snide remark, but to date he hadn't. His hands slid around her and pulled her to him, her breasts flattening against the Ralph Lauren shirt covering his hard chest in the lace cups of her black, lace, strapless bra. She could feel the bulge of his erection pressing against the front of her matching black, lace panties and ground forward against it. He broke the kiss and she followed his retreating lips, capturing them again, sucking and lightly nipping at his lower one for a moment before letting him go. "How do you always manage to taste like strawberries?" he asked, holding her against him, his eyes looking down into hers. "Strawberry lip gloss under my lipstick." She revealed and he made a disappointed face. "Now you've gone and ruined my perfectly theory that you were genetically engineered to compliment champagne." He responded playfully and she swatted his shoulder lightly as she laughed. He had that smile on his handsome face, the one she believed he shared with no one but her. It wasn't the smug, amused sneer he coolly, confidently radiated to the world, but an honest expression of delight. She thought it made him seem, somehow, younger and... more hers. The ease and sincerity of her own laughter both surprised and pleased her. It worried her occasionally that she was starting to think of him more and more often as hers, but around him, she was just so easily distracted, like now when he lightly caressed her back, his fingers tracing abstract patterns on her skin as they burrowed under her hair and with deft skill unhooked the clasp of her bra. She let the undergarment fall to the floor as he drew his hand around and lightly cupped her breast, a feather light caress of warm and pressure that mixed and contrasted with the heavy spark of sensation when he flicked and roller her nipple with his thumb causing her to let out a soft sigh. This thing, this affair, dalliance, fling, game, partnership, association, relationship, she had never quite been able to find the words to define it was evolving. Into what, she didn't rightly know, but she knew it was something more than sex. Rationally she knew there was other, discreet ways to scratch her itch, but she chose to come to his bed, to play his wicked little games. He was Chuck Bass and she was Blair Waldorf and as such they were only compatible as they were now, hidden and in the shadows, but she was starting to feel like she wanted more... and that she might not be the only one. "But... He was Chuck Bass." Her thoughts often wailed as they swirled through her mind and she willingly let them be swept away by the sensation of the expert touch of his fingers and lips. Blair let out a surprised yelp and then laughed as he suddenly shifted his attention and hold on her and swept her off her feet and up into his arms. She had found out early on, that he might not look it, but Chuck was quite strong. She laughed as he spun them around as he made his way to her bed. Her laughter turned into a gasp, as she was suddenly no longer in his arms, but sailing through empty air. The feeling of falling was both scary and exhilarating and strangely over too soon as her back hit the mattress in the middle of the king size bed where he had tossed her. A, giggle bubbled past her lips as she bounced slightly on the firm mattress and soft duvet before settling. It usually took a lot of alcohol to make Blair giggle, but she'd barely had two glasses of champagne the entire evening. Chuck followed her, but didn't join her on the bed proper. He settled on the foot of the bed, resting his back against the post and proceeded to kick off his shoes and remove his socks. He never took his eyes off her, letting them slide over her skin like a heated touch. She lay there in only her panties and a soft smile and felt completely at ease. She never would have thought that possible, but he knew every inch of her intimately as she did him and she had simply realized how absurd it was to try and hide her body from his gaze, plus she absolutely loved the way he looked at her, even at his smuggest, there was always a glint of appreciation, hunger and awe. He unbuttoned his shirt, pulling the tails out of her trousers and then undid the cuffs. "Come here." Blair instructed quietly and held out her hand to him, in a simple invitation for him to join her. It was Friday night and her mother was in Milan. She'd be spending the night and was looking forward to it. He shook his head. "Not yet." He refused softly and she frowned. She could clearly see the bulge tenting the front of his trousers and he seemed very relaxed with none of the tension that was a clue she had figured out meant he was up to something. She grabbed a pillow and shifted onto her side, curling her body slightly so that she lay across the bed and could look at him with her cheek resting on the pillow. "Why not?" she curiously asked, not quite able to fathom his intensions. Chuck tilted his head slightly, a smile playing over his lips before his tongue peeked out and wet them. "I'd like you to do something for me first." He replied. She arched an eyebrow and then rubbed the smooth expanse of duvet in front of her before patting it. "Well come over here and... I'll do whatever you want me to do to you." She offered. He once again shook his head slowly and she worked hard at keeping a pout of dissatisfaction off her face. "Then, what do you want me to do?" she requested, intrigued by his passiveness. "I'd like you to tell me and show me how you like pleasure yourself." He finally informed her and her eyebrow rose a little higher before she let it relax. "You want me to masturbate for you?" she attempted to verify and he nodded the confirmation. She considered his request, and it was a request. There wasn't a hint of command or implied ultimatum, veiled threat or ulterior motive. Her teeth were a sharp pressure as they worried at her full lower lip. "Take your dick out." She told him and he unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned his trousers and pulled down his zip, the rasping sound it's decent made seeming unnaturally loud in the silence that fell around them. He fished his erection out of the fly of his boxer and then looked expectantly at her. She could see the thick, long, curved tube pulse slight. There was an eagerness in him she hadn't seen before. It intrigued her. "I like to start off slow, just letting my fingers run over my skin." She exhaled, matching deeds to her words as she drew abstract patterns over her taut belly, feeling it quiver slightly as her sex tensed and grew even wetter as she saw the relaxed nonchalance leave him and he watched her with rapped attention. She teased herself, letting her fingertips skirt the top of the waistband of her panties and just slip under it. She rolled onto her back as she caress her way up along her torso with her left hand while her right ventured deeper into her panties. "I... I like to caress my breasts, fondle them lightly, teasing myself a little, getting close, but not quite touching my nipples." She explained, demonstrating. She saw him lick his lips and his Adam's apple bob as he swallowed heavily. Doing this in front of him and vocalizing it at the same time made her very aware of her body and her reactions: The tug and tingle of her nipples as they stiffened and grew in anticipation. The electric charge and delicious tension starting to build as she let her fingers creep closer and her sex clenched, twisted and flexed against itself on the slippery cream of her growing arousal. The lace of her panties rubbing against her knuckles and the back of her shifting hand as it stretched to accommodate it. His eyes never left her as he wrapped his fist around his cock and slowly started to stroke it. Her excitement was building faster than usual. Doing it for Chuck added a thrill she didn't experience on her own. "When my nipples are hard, I run my finger lightly around them, just a feather light touch, it leaves... leaves like an echo on my skin, gets them to perk up even more before I start to stroke, pinch and roll them. Slow and gentle at first, feeling the resistance, the texture, the way they prickle, the surges of warmth and pleasure that radiate into my chest it feel so good." Blair narrated her actions in a low, sultry voice, her eyes half lidded, her back arching slightly and her head thrashing slowly from side to side as she let her fingers slide over her clit and start to explore her folds with expert and intimate self-knowledge. She explores all the old familiar places, doing all the things she's learned since she'd first discovered her body's needs, and some of the things he has shown her over the last few months as she pinches and stretches her nipples. She fleetingly wonders if he knows this, but the thought is shattered and swept away by another surge of delight and she allowed herself to get lost in the sensation, while remaining acutely aware of his intense eyes watching her every movement "Fuck you look so sexy doing that. Take them off. Take off your panties. I want to see." Chuck instructed her breathily, shifting closer. "Uh uh..." she moaned softly before letting a rye chuckle slip from her lips which she licked because they suddenly felt impossibly dry. "If... If you want them off, you... you'll have to do it yourself... I... I'm a little busy right now." She countered, starting to undulate against her fingers as she scratched the buzzing itch inside herself and her belly started to quiver while her other hand firmly mauled her breast and her teeth worried sharply at her lower lip. She felt the bed shift as he got up before disappearing from her line of sight and then she could see him through her lashes, standing in front of her. He leaned forward and then his hands were sliding up her legs, his skin creating a tingling, static charge on hers. She ground her palm over her sparking clit, letting two of her fingers saw in and out of her clutching, slick channel. She swallowed to wet her throat as pleasure surged through her body, robbing her of the command of speech to tell him what she was doing. He reached the sides of the waistband of her panties and hooked his fingers around them. He started to slowly peel them off and then stopped and she couldn't understand why until he tugged more firmly and they wouldn't budge. "You need to lift your ass just a little, Blair." He informed her with a strange mixture of edge, amusement and hunger, his words slowly sinking into her excitement addled wits and her muscles were slow to follow her commands, but she managed to lift her butt long enough for him to get her panties clear. She continued playing with herself, spreading her legs once he drew her last piece of clothing off her ankles, giving him a clear view of what she was doing. She felt powerful as she saw desire blaze in his eyes and his hand, once more wrapped around his dick start to move faster. Blair slowed her movements, exaggerating them for his benefit, deliberately putting on a show, as she worked her tit flesh and nipples as well as slowly finger fucked her sopping snatch and frigged her buzzing clit. She keeps herself skating just along the edge. She could see his chest heaving and his jaw clench, intensifying his hawk-like features, making him seem more feral. Blair felt something inside her shift and click into place, something that intensified her pleasure, but at the same time gave her a sense of control over it. She could see him tremble slightly, taking short sharp breathes. He wants her, looking is not enough for him. They had been wild, passionate lovers at times, but this was the first time she saw the vaunted Chuck Bass control slip so obviously. "I bet you'd like to fuck me right now? Wouldn't you, Chuck?" she asked with honeyed sweetness, letting go of her breasts so that she could prop herself up on her elbow. "Yes!" he growled in vehement response and started to move forward. She stopped him by planting her foot firmly on the centre of his chest. He pushed forward and she pushed back, holding him at bay. He grabbed her ankle and moved it to the side, but before he could advance she replaced it with her other foot. Throughout, she continued to lightly toy with her clit and caress her glistening, pink folds. She saw his nostrils flare as he reached for that ankle as well. She kicked at his hand and then planted her foot back on his chest. "Uh uh, Chuck. You don't get to fuck me tonight." She informed him in the cool tone she had used so often in the past to set the boots a quaking of the one unlucky enough to be the object of her displeasure and was satisfied to see the shock and confusion spread onto his face. She laughed then, a deep, throaty wicked sound. "I'm the one who's going to do the fucking tonight." She explained and tensing her leg, shoved him back with her foot. "Now get out of those clothes and onto the bed." She commanded imperiously and with the crack of a whip in her voice along with an unwavering, challenging stare. "My... My... And, there she is in all her wondrous glory." He whispered, almost too softly for her to hear and she arched her eyebrow at the proud grin he flashed her. "As my lady commands." He acquiesced with a slight inclination of his head before quickly stripping out of his clothes. Blair slid closer to the edge of the bed and placed her feet on the plushly carpeted floor and spread her thighs. "On your knees, Bass. It's time for you to use that smart mouth of yours for more than just making witty remarks." She informed him with a smug, self-assured grin. " He chuckled. "I'm so getting you a pair of black, leather thigh high boots, corset and riding crop." He told her. "Less talking, more..." she started, but her words dissolved into a sharp, gasped inhalation and a drawn out moan as he quickly sank to his knees and buried his face in her crotch. She grabbed his hair roughly, guiding his lips and probing tongue where she wanted then. He didn't, in fact need the guidance, he knew exactly what he was doing, but it added to her sense of power and rounded out the wanton, yet in control roll she was playing. She felt herself flood around his tongue and he made wet, hungry noises as he lapped up her nectar before latching onto and nursing at the tingling pearl of her clit. He drives her close to the edge and then pushes her over into the wonderful abyss of climax. She pressed his face harder against her, her hips bucking and then let out a series of rising, hissed: "Yesses!!" as her sex clenched with the surges of a rolling orgasm that made her muscles misfire and her breathing hitch. She slumps back onto the bed as her climax battered at her in a series of lightning jabs of white-hot pleasurable sensation that left her nerves on fire and her blood pounding in her ears. She thrashes her head from side to side, her luxurious tresses blurring into a dark halo that vanishes when she shuts her eyes. He back arches into a taut bow and then relaxes with each orgasmic lightning strike, making her shudder and twitch. It took a colossal effort of will to find and then maintain her focus. It felt so good, but she knew there was still better to come. He hadn't let up, lapping and sucking at her, riding out her bucking hips and her heels drumming on his back. Her climax starts to skip along the border between pleasure and pain as her sensitive nerves become over-stimulated. She digs her nails into his scalp, hearing a muffled grunt and his breath expel hotly onto her sex as she drags his face away from it and with more strength than she thought she possessed, pushed him over onto his ass. Chuck started to rise immediately and the lust on his face is both beautiful and just a little scary to behold, but tonight, he is hers and not the other way round, not tonight. Her foot finds his chest again, looking small against the expanse of smooth muscle and then pushes him back down. His eyes narrow and his lips slide back to reveal gritted teeth. There's a lot more resistance this time, but he goes down. "Stay right where you are, Charles." She growls when he grasps her ankle, his grip like steel, his chest rising against her foot as he drags in ragged breaths, his face glistening wetly with her cream. His grip lightens and becomes a caress as his runs his hand up and around her shin and onto her calf, lightly testing the muscles underneath with is fingers. She can see his dick, hard, thick twitching and throbbing with the beat of his heart, drooling lube onto his toned torso. The scent of sex is heavy in the air and the only sound in the quiet suite is their heavy breathing. She presses her toes into his skin, one at a time, starting with her big toe, watching the red ovals of her painted toenails ripple. "You said you were going to fuck me or was that just another idle Waldorf threat?" he queries, his fingers now kneading the firm flesh of her calf with slowly increasing pressure. Her climax still echoes through her, but its all good now, the itch is appeased and she can think again and she has one doozey of a thought. It isn't what she intended, in fact it is the complete opposite, but the opportunity is just too good and unexpected to turn up. There was a part of Blair, that didn't just hate losing, it loathed it, and that was the part that managed to subdue her rampaging libido. Blair kept the smile off her face, putting a smug sneer, one she copied from him, on it instead as she circles her toes across his chest, grazing his nipples, feeling them as hard little bumps. "Oh... I'm going to screw you, Chuck. Screw you like you've never been screwed before. I promise. All you have to do is tell me how much you want me to." She stipulated, tilting her head slightly as she looked down at him, the question and a challenge in the very set of her body. His dick actually lurches as if to answer. She keeps her breathing steady as well as her gaze as he looks up at her, searching, calculating and speculative, his hand stilling on her leg. The moment stretches out and she starts to wonder if somehow he can see into her head, knows what she is planning. "Tell me." She commands quietly, just above a whisper. He closes his eyes and his throat convulses as he swallows hard. "I want you to fuck me, Blair. I really want you to fuck my brains out." He finally responded. "More." She commands simply, expectantly. " I want to slide into that sweet, hot tight pussy of yours. I want to hear you make that wonderful sound you make just as I start to fill you. I want to feel you stretch and slide around my dick. Feel your body fight me and welcome me at the same time. I want to have you surround me inch by slow inch until I'm buried all the way inside you, grab your hips and thrust up into you, feel you rock and grind on me before you ride me hard and put me away wet. Is that what you wanted to hear?" he tells her his voice a passionate, almost angry rumble. Her conviction almost slips, almost. His description makes her snatch flutter, but she stays her course. "More or less." She responds and he raised an eyebrow. She'd heard it too; she hadn't quite managed to keep her amusement of sense of triumph out of her voice. Before, he could have any other reaction she stood up, firmly planting her foot on his sternum, hearing him grunt on a heavy exhalation. "See... Now you're screwed, Chuck, and plumb out of luck too because I'm going home." She tells him, her voice light and taunting as she watches the shock register on his face and she lightly skips away before he can grab her foot. She snatches up her panties and heads towards where her bra and dress are piled on the floor. Chuck rolls onto his side, half sitting up. "Blair?" he calls her name in confusion, just short of a wail. "I told you payback would be a bitch." She explains, shimmying into her panties. "Oh fuck!" he groaned and collapsed once more onto his back. She stopped holding back the wicked, full-throated laugh she feels bubbling up inside her. She's always come off second best in their little games. It felt good to have a clear-cut win for once Her victory was all the sweeter for its unexpectedness and that she had almost given up hope of finding a way to make her promise of retribution true. She saw him rally and could almost hear the cogs start to turn in his head. "TouchŽ, Blair. Well played. You win. You got me. I concede. " He admitted, rolling onto his side again so that he could see her. "There's no need for you to go... You got me, I admit it freely." He coaxed, casually strokes his erection, drawing her attention to it, as a blatant invitation and temptation. He knows her too well, knows she is still more revved up than she is letting on. She hooks her bra in place. "Sorry, Chucky." She rubbed a little salt into the wound, knowing how much he hated being called that. "You should know by now I never do anything by half measures." She informed him, slipping her dress over her head and straightening it into place. "Come on, Blair. Don't be silly. This is ridiculous. You know you want to stay." He cajoled as she stepped into her shoes. "Ah shit." He grumbled. He knew he'd made a mistake; at least she'd give him credit for that. "Silly, Chuck? Really?" He groaned. "Bad choice of words, but that doesn't change the fact that it's true." He admitted, but still advanced his argument. "You're right... I want to stay, but... I won't. I got mine and you didn't get yours. Scores settled and that's that." she informed him, turning to check herself in the mirror. "Dammit, Blair." He ground out in clear frustration as she headed for the door. "I'll just call someone else who'll be happy to take care of me." He suddenly changed tack. Blair stopped, one hand on the bedroom doorframe and turned back to face him. "I guess you could, Chuck, but she wouldn't be me, no matter how hard you fantasized. Your imagination simply isn't that good." She refuted his less than veiled threat. She was almost prepared to swear that he hadn't been with anyone else since they'd started this thing of theirs, almost. She didn't know she was holding her breath until she had to let it out as he slumped onto his back in surrender. She felt like laughing, possibly twirling around with pure joy. "Damn" she thought she heard him mutter under his breath before he called her a bitch. "Asshole." She countered and he chuckled. Chuck gave a resigned sigh and then waved. "Goodnight, Blair... Call me in the morning. We can do breakfast." He bid her farewell, remaining on his back, not looking at her. "Enjoy your cold shower or don't strain your wrist." She taunted and he snorted in response and his wave turned into him flipping her off. She snickered. "Doing breakfast sounds good and if you're nice, I'll let you do me after." She continued and she heard him growl something indistinct, but definitely not flattering as she ducked out of the bedroom. She had a feeling that if he'd had something close at hand he would have thrown it at her. She paused at the door of his suite and glanced over her shoulder, waiting. She nodded once, a satisfied smile curving her lips and a secret thrill fluttering her heart before she left as she heard the shower start and then a moment later, Chuck, swear as he stepped under the cold spray. TO BE CONTINUED