The Blair Itch Project

TITLE: The Blair Itch Project

AUTHOR: Midknight

CHAPTER: 16 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. Further, apologies for the length of time between this update and the last.

FEEDBACK: Yes Please. It helps. It really, really helps. – midknight_tales@yahoo.com

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

His tongued tangled with hers, his lips hungry and insistent. Chuck guided himself between her legs and with a smooth, hard thrust sank into her. Blair gasped, as he filled and stretched her swiftly with strong, undeniable male virility and power, his shaft ploughing through her clenching flesh and piercing her core. He straightened up as he drove into her, stretching her lower lip between his teeth as he rose and only letting go when it had reached the end of its elasticity and she had to raise her head. She saw him lick his lips as she settled back and he grasped her hips and pulled her toward him, more firmly against him and deeper into her. He ran his hands up her sides, his thumbs gliding over the slight curve of her belly as his fingers tickled the slight ridges and valleys of her ribs to firmly cup her breasts. He squeezed and fondled her tit flesh with strong, flexing fingers, testing their firmness and resilience and she moaned, rolling her shoulders against the blanket underneath her.

He took her with slow, hard, full-length strokes that she could barely brace herself against as they sent physical shockwaves through her as well as floods of sensations as he ground against her clit at the end each thrust. He looked down at her with rapt attention and intent concentration, seeming to study her, noting and memorizing every reaction as her body responded to match him without any conscious thought. His fingers squeezed her breasts to the same rhythm of his pumping shaft. Her breathing quickly became fast and shallow with excitement and exertion as she tried to process the intense sensations he was creating in her as he forged a fiery trail of buzzing friction from her entrance to her core, again and again, while straining to match him in exquisite counter sync. He, on the other hand, seemed in complete and utter control, His breathing heavy, but steadily, in through his nose and out through his mouth.

He leaned forward again to capture her lips in a short, intense, probing kiss and she half-moaned, half-whined against his lips and around his darting tongue as he changed the angle of his penetration and kept his strokes shallow, his hips rolling to stir her already roiling molten core to a seething froth and making her clit spark with quick, successive bursts of pleasure. One of her hands tangled in his dark hair while she slid the other down his shifting, flexing back to clutch at his tensed ass, her fingers digging into his flesh to urge him on as she undulated up against him. Chuck took her hand from his hair and interlacing his fingers with her drew her arm up and curled it around the top of her head. Their fingers flexed together with the slow steady rhythm of his thrusts and her counters. Blair turned her head and nipped and sucked at the skin of his arm feeling the hard muscle tense and relax under his smooth skin. His lips were warm as they sucked, pulling at the skin over the pulse point at the side of her neck before his tongue darted out to swirl wetly across it.

She blinked and then let her eyes flutter closed as the sweet tension of her building climax made her taut belly quiver against his undulating torso. Blair swallowed hard to work some moisture into her throat as it dried out with her hungrily sucking in air through her mouth as well as her nose to fuel her racing heart and straining muscles. The thought hit her with a strange, unexpected suddenness. “Chuck is good at this, really, really good. He has a talent for it.” She realized. She didn’t have the experience for comparison with him as her only lover, but he knew with out a shadow of a doubt that he was good at sex. He knew her he had proved that again and again, but he also really knew what he was doing. “You’re really good.” She groaned the thought out loud before she whined, her teeth testing the flesh of his arm as he circled his hips, grinding directly on her clit as his dick head pressed firmly against the entrance to her cervix and her spine tensed and arched with the long drawn out jolt of pleasurable energy it created.

“I love… Fucking you, Blair. And, when you love some… one or thing, you should always do them… or it right.” He purred into the shell of her ear before nipping lightly at her earlobe. It might have sounded flippant or even crass, but Blair heard something more. “You… Love… Fucking me?” she ground out tersely, fighting to form the words as she felt herself heading rather rapidly to the point of no return as her sex squeezed and twisted around the unrelenting and unyielding length and girth of his driving shaft and her quivers graduated to tremors. She turned her head to face him, her eyes finding his as she forced bliss-heavy lids to rise. “Yes, Blair. I love… Fucking you.” He acknowledged, pronouncing each word slowly and clearly, emphasizing each except for the word “fucking”. She licked her lips. “I love… Fucking you too, Charles.” She reciprocated in exactly the same way as his eyes searched hers and then she gasped and cried out as she slipped over the edge and the maelstrom of her climax sucked away thought and replaced it with ecstatic sensory overload when it flooded her nerves with arching, snaking sparks and lashing tendrils of electric pleasure.

She saw his jaw clench, his eyes narrow and a deep groan rumble from his throat before her face angled away from his as her back curved and her sex clamped down around him even as she flooded with a fresh torrent of sex grease. Her muscles locked in quivering tension as she rode the cresting wave of her orgasm, floating in the perfect mixture of joy that bordered on discomfort in its intensity. She found a little respite when her spine relaxed, but her sex rippled around his hard, unyielding shaft, which he continued to drive into her and with a whimpering whine her back arched again and shuddered as another cascade of delight rocked her already overloaded senses. Her hand clutched at his hip, but she didn’t know if it was to hold him still or urge him on. Her breathing came in rapid pants. She was desperate for air, yet at the same time just simply couldn’t hold it in while her blood pounded in her ears and her heart hammered at her ribs. Every inch of her felt on fire and yet at the same time she felt completely at peace.

How long she remained like that she wasn’t sure, but either he remained still or she was simply too far gone to register his movement, but finally her body relaxed and she settled back to the blanket, limp, exhausted and satisfied. Blair groaned softly, her eyes barely fluttering open to look at him through her lashes as he settled lightly on top of her. Her nipples pressed into his chest as it flattened her breasts and his lips found hers for a soft gentle kiss. Her lips curved into a smile against his before they left hers. “Welcome back.” He greeted her softly as he disentangled his hand from hers and swept damp tendrils of her hair out of her face. “It’s good to be here.” She responded, surprised at how rough her voice sounded and she swallowed to wet her throat. She opened her eyes completely as he shifted slightly and she realized she could still feel him inside her and he was still as hard as before. He frowned and then reached down next to them. It surprised her to miss his warm weight as he rose up and with a flourish presented her with a bottle of Crystal.

“Open wide.” He instructed after expertly popping the cork. She did and he carefully poured some of the sparkling liquid into her mouth. He measured out several more mouthfuls which she accepted eagerly and then drank some himself. “You didn’t cum.” She noted, feeling him pulse inside her and she unconsciously tightened herself around him awakening echoes of her climax. “No, I didn’t.” he acknowledged. “Wasn’t… Wasn’t it good for…” she started confused, remembering the intensity of her enjoyment and the sudden worry about her own performance colored her tone. “Shhhhhh… Hush.” He told her with a silence inducing finger across her lips. “It was plenty good, it was wonderful, you were incredible… I… I just still want more.” He explained looking down at her with that special look of adoration and open lust that made her almost instantly aroused and she opened her lips and drew his finger into her mouth by way of response.

She sucked lightly on his digit until he pulled it free with a wet pop. “What do have in mind?” she smiled up at him with seductive invitation. She felt a little tender, their last two bouts had taken their toll, but she wanted to give him whatever he needed. She tried not to show discomfort as he rocked his hips slowly, but wasn’t as successful as she thought as he immediately stopped. She licked her lips, tasting the champagne on them. “It’s okay… Don’t stop.” She urged in contradiction to her reaction. He smiled ruefully and shook his head before shifting back and she couldn’t quite stop her breath from hitching as he withdrew from her. “I think you’ve had enough for tonight, My Dear.” He told her, taking another sip from the bottle. “But, you haven’t, so what are we going to do about that?” she queried, hooking a hand around his neck to pull herself up to a sitting position. She kept her hand there, letting her fingers caress the nape of his neck and play with the dark curls of his hair. “Oh, I’m sure I can think of something.” Chuck responded with a crooked, suggestive smile and a promising twinkle in his eye.

His hand curled over her shoulder and onto a neck in a mirror of her own grip, but then his fingers wound into her hair. He tugged gently, but insistently at her hair, pulling her head back. She acquiesced and he lifted the bottle high, pouring the golden liquid into her open mouth until it over flowed and ran down her chin onto her neck and chest. The liquid tickled her throat and fizzed against her skin in a cool, tickling, tingling caress that Chuck chased around with his tongue and lips. He poured more of the champagne onto her chest and lapped at it until he found her nipple. She groaned in appreciation and pressed against his mouth as he stretched her nipple tight by sucking at it. Blair reluctantly pulled his mouth off her nipple after he repeated the process to its twin while taking the bottle from his unresisting hand.

Blair flashed him what she hoped was a sultry smile and lowering her head and tilting the bottle at the same time poured some of the fizzy liquid onto his twitching cock before she wrapped her lips around its pointed head. The cool liquid and his hot flesh made for an interesting contrast as she slowly drew more of him into her mouth, sucking at his skin as she swirled her tongue to tap up the champagne. She bobbed her head a few times, taking only as much of him as would fit into her mouth, nursing at his throbbing virility before pulling her lips off him. “You’ve gotten really good at that.” He complimented her as he gathered her hair away from her face, his fingers a light caress on her cheeks. She smiled up at him while she watched the firelight dance on his well defined abs and let her tongue slide slowly along her lips before she doused him again and winked before lowering her head. She lowered the bottle to the ground and let it slide from her fingers, its purpose fulfilled and now just a distraction. She lavished minute attention on his rampant manhood, exploring it with gentle, but firm adoration with her tongue and lips before she drew him into her mouth.

He was right and she felt proud of that fact. She couldn’t believe she had once thought the very idea to be disgusting and demeaning. She felt powerful, knowing the influence she had over him when she took him in her mouth, how she could make him lose his vaunted control. It felt natural now and it was strange to remember how she had to steel herself the first time he’d directed her to do it. His fingers wound into her hair, keeping it piled above her head while his fingertips found and massaged her scalp. She adapted her technique to accommodate the slow rocking of his hips and then relaxing her throat let him drive into it. She heard him groan and then draw in a hissing breath as she buried her nose in his pubes. She lightly fondled his balls, feeling a shudder run through him as she swallowed to ripple the snug confines of her throat around him while slightly twisting her head. She only backed off when breathing became an issue and her neck started to twinge uncomfortably with the angle it was at. He flinched, but chuckled when she lightly dragged her teeth along his point dickhead.

“Damn, Blair… You are amazing.” Chuck told her in a rough, awed voice. She bit her lip coyly as she looked up at him, his compliment making her belly flutter. “You can cut the flattery, Chuck… I’m already blowing you.” She responded playfully, stroking his cock, which she had so lovingly slickened with her saliva. He groaned again, but his hand left her hair to capture her chin and lift it up so that she was looking into his eyes. “You’re amazing all the time, Blair. Even, when you aren’t blowing me.” He told her earnestly, his eyes saying more than her lips. She swallowed hard, unable to look away. She could still see need and hunger in the depths of his dark eyes, but there was also more there, an intimacy that gave their hedonism, their games a purpose. She wondered if it had always been there or if it had grown along with their relationship. She could feel it in herself too and wondered if he too could see it in her eyes.

Blair let out a slow breath. “You know just what to say, don’t you?” she softly accused him without malice. “Makes it easier, when it’s the truth.” He replied quietly. “Chuck? Shut up and come for me.” She instructed in a low purr and without another word shook free of his light grasp on her chin and took him into her mouth again. “Who knows just what to say now?” he queried and then groaned as she smoothly swallowed him whole and then proceeded to use everything she had learned in the last few months to drive him over the edge. She worked him from stem to stern using her lips, tongue and even, judiciously, her teeth and hands to pleasure him. He resisted, of course, whether because of his desire to prolong the pleasure she was giving him or just his competitive nature she didn’t care, but kept going until she had him panting, her name dripping breathlessly from his lips and a series of tremors racking him with the strain of denying her. She couldn’t see his face, but she could almost hear him clenching his jaw with his dark eyes narrowed to slits. And, then, with her throat wrapped snugly around his shaft, she hummed. She’d heard a blowjob referred to as a hummer before and had decided it was the perfect time to try out the theory she had developed around that idea.

“Blair! Oh My… Fuck!” he exclaimed and swore roughly and she felt his fingers clench where they had wound back into her hair a moment before she was swallowing his thick, hot seed. She would have smiled at having produced suck an intense reaction from him, but her lips were stretched around his girth. She managed to back off a little to manage his bucking hips as she continued to suck at his climaxing manhood, his essence flooding into her in heavy spurts, accompanied by breathless grunts from him. Her body reacted to the satisfaction and joy she felt with a series of flexing, twisting mini-climaxes that skated back and forth across the line between pleasure and discomfort on her over-sensitized nerves forcing her to concentrate on her breathing and co ordination as she managed his short thrust.

She drew back even further to capture and savor the last few spurts in her mouth as they finally started to wane in strength. She wouldn’t admit to it if asked directly, but she found the taste exotic and had on occasion wondered if it was just Chuck’s spunk that tasted that way. She’d even been tempted to ask Serena, but had never been able to find a way to broach the subject without going into details she hadn’t wanted to disclose. A final shiver went through him and then the tension finally drained from him. He drew in a sharp breath and then let it out slow as she nursed lightly at him, her hand lightly twisting and squeezing the lower part of his slick, throbbing shaft. She could feel his breath on top of her head as he leaned over her.

Chuck’s lips pressed to her dark curls he had piled above her head as with a final twitch of his cock he was spent. Blair gasped as his hands slid from her hair to almost roughly clutch at her cheeks and pull her off him. He tilted her face up to his and she gasped, her eyes going wide with surprise and shock as his lips captured hers and his tongue delved into her mouth before she could swallow his seed in her mouth. He often kissed her after she felated him, but never with his cum actually still in her mouth. She tried to pull away in consternation, but his hands wouldn’t let her, in fact, they increased the pressure of her lips on his until she surrendered. The force of his kiss and his tongue twining with hers made it hard to breath let alone swallow, but then it didn’t matter as his arms wrapped around her and he pulled her body against his and she was kissing him back with equal fervor. Despite the wild hunger and urgency, the kiss felt like the most intimate she had ever shared with him.

He broke the kiss slowly, but his eyes held hers, even, warm and loving. He smiled, his lips a soft satisfied curve before he licked them while she finally managed to swallow. She kissed him again, a short hard contact, her tongue snaking between her lips where she could taste his essence. She smiled against his lips before releasing them. ”Well, that was different.” She noted as he maneuvered her more comfortably onto his lap and securely in his arms, and she rested her head on his shoulder. He ran his thumb lightly over her lips. “What can I say? I just had to kiss you after such a magnificent performance.” He responded with a warm chuckle, which she couldn’t help but share.

Despite the fire and his warm embrace a shiver ran through her as the wind changed direction and gusted into the gazebo. “I think it’s time to go.” He suggested. “We can’t stay here forever?” she asked softly, nuzzling at his neck while his hand lightly stroked along the curve of her hip. “Would you like that?” he enquired. “Staying here like this, with you, forever? Yes.” She responded crisply after clarifying his question. “You wouldn’t miss New York, the Upper East Side, your friends, your minions?” he continued. She thought for a moment. “You have a private jet don’t you?” she stated and his chest vibrated against her shoulder as he laughed.

“Come on. Let’s get dressed and back to the hotel before you catch a cold.” He instructed with a pat to her rump. “Yes, Mother.” She agreed with fake petulance as she deliberately wriggled on his lap before lowering her feet to the ground and getting up. Chuck shook his head, his lips twitching in amusement as she collected her clothes and started to dress.

TO BE CONTINUED?