The Blair Itch Project

TITLE: The Blair Itch Project AUTHOR: Midknight CHAPTER: 11 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 ELEVEN In an out of character moment of kindness, she had given Darhoda the night off to visit her aunt and she was brushing her own hair before gong to bed. She studies herself in the mirror. Her smooth, ivory features remain unblemished and flawlessly framed by her dark, luxurious tresses as her large chocolate eyes search their reflection. She still can't see the difference she feels in herself. She's been out of sorts and edgy for days now. It was ridiculous. The steady, rhythmic hiss of the brush running through her wealth of dark hair was calming as usual and she just let her thoughts float where they would. They settled on Chuck Bass, something they did far too often of late. Her mobile buzzed and vibrated on the tabletop. She flipped it open and there, as if thinking of him had conjured it, was Chuck's caller ID. It still showed up with a picture of a Faust-like cartoon devil she'd downloaded and not the picture she had taken of him for the purpose. She accepted the call, raising the phone to her ear. "Good evening, Blair, his deep voice greeted her and she greeted back although it was already well after midnight, she didn't bother to correct him. "I'll be back in town in the morning." He informed her. "You've been away? I hadn't noticed." Blair lied and she heard him chuckle at how unconvincing a lie it was, even she could hear it in her voice. His father had dragged him off to some conference in Tokyo for the last six days and she'd hated sleeping alone for all that time. A night here and a night there was fine, but... This irked her. She had become dependent on him for more than just sex. She still had her minions to rule and the peons to torture, when the fancy took her and her friendship with Serena was great again, but he, Chuck Bass of all people, had filled a part of her life she hadn't even known was empty. The sex was part of it. She couldn't deny that, she couldn't believe she had denied herself that particular pleasure for so long, but a part of her knew it was who she was having sex with that really mattered. The way he challenged and pushed her. The way he knew her and the things he had awakened in her all pointed to something unique. "Was there anyone else who could make her feel like this? There is, after all, only one Chuck Bass." She wondered. The sneaking around, having a secret was fun and exhilarating, but its allure was starting to fade, slowly, but fade none-the-less. Clandestine rendezvous and hot and heavy quickies in secret locations had there place, but more and more she felt that it might be nice to have a kiss that wasn't in one way or another stolen. There was the faint sound of a knock on the door. "You might want to get that. I sent you something." He suggested and she frowned. "How could you... It's well after midnight, here, Chuck." She informed him as she left her room and glided down the stairs to get the door. "Really? Sorry... Just can't seem to get the hang of the time difference. "Who is it?" she asked through the door. "It's Roger, Miss Waldorf, the doorman. A package arrived and the deliveryman was quite insistent that I get it to you right away." The voice from the other side of the door explained as she peered through the peephole, seeing the grey haired, uniformed gentlemen she vaguely recognized as her buildings doorman. She checked that her robe was properly closed, another bad habit she'd picked up from being around Chuck was a disturbing lack of modesty around about bedtime, and opened the door to find a smirking Chuck Bass leaning against the doorframe instead. "Surprise!" he greeted her and snapped his phone shut. "Chuck... You're here. How?" Blair asked, unable to hide her astonishment. His pale pink Armani tie hung loose around his neck framing the undone top two buttons of his wrinkled shirt. "You're here!" she repeated before he could answer and she closed the short distance between them and flew into his arms, sending him staggering back. He fetched up against the wall opposite her door, where they took turns kissing each other fiercely, his hands roaming freely over her body as she undulated and ground against him. His taste and touch sent her libido racing from zero to light speed and it took awhile for her natural sense of propriety to alert her to the fact that they were in the hallway for all intents and purposes dry humping. She broke the kiss breathlessly, feeling his erection throbbing against her belly through his trousers and the thin layers of her robe and nightgown. "So you missed me after all." He stated, firmly fondling her ass her ass. "Maybe... Maybe just a little." She admitted and he let out a soft warm chuckle. "It's a good thing Roger took his hundred dollars and left in a hurry or he might have gotten quite the show. Let's go inside. There are things I want to do to you that are better done behind closed doors or at least up against them." He suggested. She reached down between them and ran her hand slowly down and then up the length of the bulge of his cock, squeezing lightly. She liked the way it made him draw in a sharp breath. "I thought the saying was absence makes the heart grow fonder, not absence makes the dick get harder. She quipped. "No... I always thought the saying was Absinthe makes... well, everything green and then go away." He rallied with a quip of his own, drawing silvery peal of laughter from her. "Is this all you brought me from Tokyo?" she asked, continuing to lightly playfully stroke his cock through his pants. "Of course not." He replied as they untangled themselves enough to head into the Waldorf's apartment and he retrieved the flat black, red ribbon wrapped box, she had completely missed seeing in her excitement at his return, from where it leaned against the wall. In retrospect, she might have wanted to play that a little more coolly. There would be no playing coy tonight, no struggle for power that so defined their... relationship. She'd given it to him with her exuberance and strangely, she didn't really care. He could play whatever game he wanted tonight, as long as it ended up with him inside her, it didn't matter. It had been way too long. She thanked the Lord she too seldom communed with that her mother was once again out of town and that some strange twist of fate had told her to give Darhoda the night off. Chuck kicked the door closed while she retrieved her mobile from where she had dropped it. He handed her the box, but before she could do anymore than grasp it he swept her off her feet and into his arms before striding purposefully up the stairs, but stopped at the third one. "Have you ever seen the remake of The Thomas Crown Affair? You know, the one with Rene Russo and Pierce Brosnan? He asked and she nodded in response. She looked down and then back at his face. "Those stairs were carpeted... These are not. We can give it a go, but you are so definitely on the bottom." She offered, guessing his intent. She braced for the battle of wills she was sure to follow. The stairs did look uncomfortable, yet she knew she'd do it and enjoy it if he pressed the matter. "I'm going to have to find some carpeted stairs some time soon, but you're right, these stairs look like they would be painful. I'll just have to settle for fucking your brains out in your nice, soft, comfortable bed." He told her with an exaggerated sigh of resignation. "You say the most romantic things." She responded sarcastically, a little surprised at his acquiescence. She'd seen that look of speculation and excitement flare in his eyes at the idea. She, herself, suddenly looked forward to the experience should they find the opportunity and the right stairway. "Don't I just." He countered brightly with his trademark self satisfied smirk that made her both want to slap him and kiss him at the same time as he quickly climbed the stairs and walked into her room. She dropped her mobile and the box on a nearby chair and then they were on her bed, his body pressing firmly down on hers as he plundered her lips with hungry passion. Hands started to work on clothes in between torrid bouts of groping and intimate exploration. Her robe, with its simple belt was the first to go. The buttons on his shirt paid the price for frustrating her fingers as they shot away into the room as she tore open his shirt when she somehow got the upper hand in their erotic tussle and ended up onto, straddling him. She played and flexed her fingers on the hard, smooth expanse of his chest, feeling the bumps of his hard nipples press into her palm. She ground down on the material clad bulge of his erection, watching his eyes half close as he threw his head back and groaned in satisfaction, his hips undulating to ad his pressure to hers. Blair scooted back a little so that she could deal with his belt, trousers and zipper. His hands slid up her thighs, gathering her long, satin nightgown as they went. She managed to free his erection, or more accurately it sprung free into her hands, escaping the fly of his boxers. Chuck sat up suddenly, surprising her and then her nightgown was being lifted over her head and she had to release his manhood to lift her arms, leaving her in only her panties as he tossed it away. He didn't even give her the time to get her hair out of her eyes or work through the disorientation of getting tangled up, however briefly, in the darkness of her hastily removed garment before he had their positions reversed and he was once again on top of her and between her legs. She reveled and shared in his wild passion as they kissed, hungrily, urgently with almost violent intensity. She felt him tug at her panties and attempted to lift her ass, but before she could he managed to peel the damp gusset of her panties away from her slick, swollen folds and to the side. She made to snake her hands between them to guide him, but he was already thrusting, probing and on the third attempt he hit the mark, finding her opening. Blair let a cry rip from her throat as he filled and stretched her, lancing a blazing trail into her core in a single fast, hard stroke. "Fuck!" she commented breathlessly as her sex twitched and clenched around him and her belly quivered as she had a series of short, sparking climaxes. "I will. Just give me a moment. That feels so good it's difficult not to just blow my load right now." He panted through gritted teeth, taking her comment as a command. She blinked slowly, trying to acclimatize to his invasion and her hyper-aroused state, wanting him to both stay dead still and, antithetically, to move at the same time. Chuck shifted, removing his shirt, sliding back slightly inside her as he bent her nearly double by pinning her legs in front of his arms and changing the angle of his penetration. His eyes blazed with desire, a light sheen of perspiration on his forehead reflected the light from her bedside lamp and he had that feral, animalistic look on his face that so intensified his hawk-like feature. She felt a thrilling sense of fear, both at its open lust and at her willingness to surrender to it, shiver its way through her as he lowered his mouth to hers and started to thrust into her with hard, driving strokes. She let soft cries and moans drip from her lips onto and passed his lips. The impact of his body colliding with hers as his thick, long cock plumbed her depths with forceful, passionate intent sent shockwaves through her, physically shaking her and sending surges of pleasure rocketing across her thrumming nerves. She found herself clawing and scratching at his head and neck when he somehow manages to capture her hard nipple with his sucking lips and nipped and worried at it with his teeth with none to gentle pressure, only to wash away the pain that mixed with her pleasure with a wet, soothing tongue. Blair was completely caught up in his passion or you've just simply been gagging for it all week, a small traitorous voice in the back of her mind informed her. It even sounded a little like his voice. She slid her other hand down his flexing back and wormed her hand under the waistband of his boxers, grasping his ass cheek and digging in her nails to urge him on, straining to buck and meet him stroke for delightful stroke. Her sex clenched and flooded, trying to sooth the fire he stoked in her, but instead only fueling its intensity. Blair could feel the delectable tension and energy of an impending climax rapidly pooling and building in the pit of her stomach. He told her how good she felt and how much he wanted her as he moved from one breast to the other. His words were course, lacking in their usual flair and refinement, but to her they felt more honest and were almost as responsible for her building climax as his filling, stretching cock and talented mouth. She felt her belly start to quiver and then tremble, as his bore down on it, with the effort of holding back the energy of her climax, wanting desperately to hold it, let it continue to grow, yet needing the release at the same time. She thrashed her head from side to side as the battle between potential and desire raged through her. Hot air blasted from his nose onto her skin as he exhaled and inhaled heavily. She could feel the wave start to crest despite her best effort and then practically wailed: "Nooooooo!" as he lifted his lips from her skin, slid out of her and releasing her legs. "Don't... No... Don't stop... What are you doing? Keep going." she begged frantically, not caring how desperate it made her sound as the sudden loss of contact and the pleasure it provided jarred her senses. Chuck didn't answer her, but with deft, economical movements turned her onto her stomach. "I want that sweet ass of yours." He finally growled into her ear his tone possessive and dominant as he leaned over her and she felt the pointed plumb of his dickhead start to press at the rosebud of her asshole. To, her surprise, Blair had found out she enjoyed anal sex, but no matter how many times they'd done it, there was always a little discomfort at the beginning. It was different to the adjustment of having him fill her snatch and she realized it made it even better when it got good. He was rougher, less careful than usual and actual pain mixed with the discomfort as he forced his way into the tight confines of her back passage with a hard, unrelenting thrust. Her grimace was hidden by her wealth of dark curls and her pained gasp muffled against the sheet and she didn't flinch away or tense, but braced herself and once his dickhead popped through the tight ring of her sphincter, pushed back to aid him. She let out a cry as fire lanced into her bowels when the strength and speed of his thrust increased and then dropped her forehead back onto the bed below her, panting. Her ass clenched overriding her conscious effort in a vain attempt to repel his invasion and she heard him grunt even as he finally slid all the way in and she could feel him still, but throbbing in her dank depths as she whimpered softly as she tried to adjust. "Blair? Sorry... Are you okay? I... I got a little carried away... I just... It's been... I'm.... I'm so sorry." He apologized into her ear after gently shifting her hair clear of it and nuzzled at her neck. Blair lifted her head. "I'll... I'll be fine in a few minutes. Just don't move." She breathed out heavily, feeling the sting begin to fade. She appreciated his passion, it made her feel wanted and desirable, but she had never seen or felt him like this before. She felt a thrill of excitement as she allowed herself the glimmer of hope hat her dependency was not as one sided as she had assumed. It seemed that she wasn't the only one with an itch. "That was... intense." She euphemized. "I'm sorry. I truly am... I just wanted to... I'm sorry." He apologized again without completing his explanation. "You didn't have sex with anyone while you were away, did you?" She asked pointblank, using her tone to make it more of a statement than a question. His hands slid around under her arms, one hand lightly fondling her breast and the other sliding down her belly to caress her clit. The pleasure that radiated into her from the manipulations of his nimble fingers washed away the last of her discomfort, yet even as she moaned her enjoyment; she knew he was deliberately distracting her in a bid to avoid answering. He also started to rock inside her with slow, shallow strokes. Blair closed her eyes, trying to find her focus, but only finding that the sensations felt more intense in the darkness behind her eyelids as her climax once again started to build. She opened her eyes and gritting her teeth, clenched her buttocks as hard as she could. He groaned, but his hips didn't still as he continued to grind into her. "Answer me, Bass." She insisted. "I wasn't with anyone else in Japan." He admitted softly and she relaxed, allowing him a greater range of movement. They both moaned as they found a steady rhythm and pace, moving in unison, straining together to give and receive pleasure. "Don't... Don't read too much... into it, Waldorf. If... If you've had... had the finest wine in... the world, you don't... don't go back to liquor store screw tops... if you don't have to." He informed her, his words broken by groans and pants, his voice deep and rumbling as he delved two fingers into her snatch for her flooding channel to flex and rub against while still continuing to work her sparking, buzzing clit with his thumb. Blair forced herself higher up, straightening her arms, pressing against the weight he rested on her back, feeling his skin sliding across hers and thrusting back harder onto him. She could feel her climax seething with the need for release and it felt like it was going to be a doozey. He started to move faster with shallower strokes that kept him pounding her depths. "I won't, as long as we agree you're pussy whipped, Chuck." she panted over her shoulder flashing him a brilliant smile that intimated something completely differently. Even with the strain on his face, his answering grin was wicked. "You're delusional, Blair." He growled. "You just referred to me as the best, Chuck and you, you do not take anything, but the best." She countered, having to work hard to find the breath and focus to form the words. Shifting behind her and drawing his fingers from her snatch and splaying them over her taut belly and lightly clutching her breasts to pull her up and back so that they were both kneeling and he was thrusting up into her and guiding her down onto him. She threw her head back resting it on the convenient pillow of his shoulder as the change of angle had him stroking new places inside her. "I guess you've got me there." He purred into her ear, his teeth nipping at her earlobe. She was quickly reaching the point of no return. The fuse had been lit and the explosion was imminent and unavoidable. "But, I'm not pussy whipped, My Sweet Little Princess, simply because you've always been my bitch. My hot... Sexy... Sultry... Sweet-assed... Bitch!" he informed her, slamming up into her to emphasize each description followed by a flurry of quick, hard jackhammer thrusts. She wanted to make some kind of retort, some pithy, witty rejoinder, but it felt too good and she was too close and she surrendered and let herself topple over the edge. Her body vibrated as muscles locked, relaxed and misfire in rapid succession and nerves jangled as the electric energy of her climax inundated every fiber of her being in a blinding burst of crackling pleasure. Her head pressed back into his shoulder and a scream tore from her lips only to be absorbed by his as he somehow guided them to hers. She jerked as another wave of sensation crested and washed over her as if his soul kiss sucked in up her body to blossom behind eyelids she didn't remember closing. Her cry continued when his lips left hers, a hoarse, ragged expression of triumph, satisfaction and release. Her skin feels like it's on fire and then felt him shudder against her back and his dick expand against the clenching ass as he humped frantically, his heavy spurts of seed fueling the furnace inside her sending a fresh blaze of ecstasy flaring through her senses as he howled his release to the ceiling. Blair actually felt as if she were dying. Her body was not her own. It didn't respond too her commands and every nerve seemed to tingle as if with static. Everything else seemed far away and as if seen through a thick mist. Her body shuddered and overloaded nerves screamed and rejoiced at the same time as weaker jolts of pleasure rolled through her. She was leaning back limply, his strong, sweaty arms wrapped tight around her, his thick long manhood, slowly retreating from her flesh as it softened and shrunk. That simple friction send a few weak, crackling lightning bolts of sensation into her already overtaxed system and she couldn't believe the wretched mewling sound she heard was coming from her own lips. She feels disoriented, her mind filled with cotton wool as she tries to process the intense sensations coursing through her He was calling her name or she thought it was her name because it was only the sharp note of concern that actually got her attention causing her to turn her face toward it. She let out a whimper when he popped free and he rocks her gently. He feels solid and real against her back and she concentrates on that to find her way back from bliss to the real world. She feels drained, her body boneless against his, even as her mind is energized and razor sharp once the fog of her climax lifts. "You had me worried there for a moment." He confesses with concern still coloring his tone and she gives him a wan smile. "I'm okay. Now... That... That was something else. I've never... I was like... For a while there you actually did fuck my brains out. " Blair tried to explain, finding his earlier words an adequate, simple way to describe the complex feelings she was still trying to process and to lighten the suddenly somber mood. He smiles back, but it doesn't quite erase the worry in his eyes. "We aim to please." He responded glibly, but his voice is a thoughtful whisper and not his usual, smug, prideful timbre. He doesn't take his arms from around her, but guides them onto her bed on their sides, his body spooning against her as they stretch out. He brushes her hair away kisses his way lightly up the column of her neck, making her murmur his name until his lips are hovering over her ear. Her hand finds his and he laces his fingers with hers. "Everything said and done, Blair, I really missed you too." He admitted into the shell of her ear, his voice sounding as tired as she feels, yet also perfectly sincere and almost innocent in its honesty. There were many things she saw as synonymous with Chuck Bass, but innocence had not been one of them. Yet, lying there, warm in his embrace, having just experienced what she had, she dares to hope that there are other things she had not seen as possibilities in him. She blinks once and then again as his words echoed in her consciousness and burrowed into her heart. She tightened her fingers amongst his and sighed as a soft smile crept onto her lips. "It isn't hearts and flowers or a real declaration of any sort, but it will do as a start, it will do." She thought happily as he snuggled against her and they drifted off to sleep. TO BE CONTINUED Author's Note: It may be a while before I update this particular story again. It has gone way beyond what I originally intended. There are definite plans to continue, but I need to take some time with it. Please, feel free to bug me should that time become too long, but all things in moderation. Thanks to those of you who have shown your support in the way of reviews and I hope this story has kept you entertained and that the wait will be worth the result. So, until then... XO XO