The Blair Itch Project

TITLE: The Blair Itch Project

AUTHOR: Midknight

CHAPTER: 17 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 SEVENTEEN

By, the time they were both dressed a golf cart silently pulled up to the gazebo, its lights cutting through the dark ahead of it. Blair gave Chuck a quizzical look and he simply held up his mobile in answer and held his other hand out to her. She took it and he helped her into the back seat of the golf cart. As, soon as he was settled next to her, he slid his arm around her and pulled her close and with a soft contented sigh she rested her head on his shoulder as the cart pulled away with a slight start. She slid her arm around his waist and pulled herself even more firmly against him as the garden slid past around them only occasionally lit by the headlights and she felt his cheek rest lightly on the top of her head.

Blair smiled to herself. The idea of staying here forever with Chuck, flitting around this garden, swimming, making love, didn’t seem so far fetched. She could not remember if she had ever felt this happy or relaxed before. She sighed softly as his hand lightly stroked her thigh and the steady rise and fall of his chest became a tactile lullaby. She couldn’t be sure when it happened, but she must have drifted off to sleep because when she lifted her head from his shoulder again and looked around blinking the heaviness from her eyes, Chuck was carrying her into their hotel suite. “Hey there, Sleeping Beauty.” He greeted her with a smile as she turned her head to face him as he looked down at her. “Sorry.” She apologized, unsuccessfully trying to stifle a kittenish yawn.

“The day must have caught up with me.” She mused as she tightened her arm, which had been draped over his shoulder to pull herself up and closer to his face. “No worries. You weren’t out for long and you are really cute when you’re asleep.” He told her before he closed the rest of the distance and they shared a slow, soft kiss.

Blair frowned as he turned into her room and nipped none too gently at his lower lip. ”Wrong room.” She informed him as he licked his swollen lip. She watched his lips quirked into a lopsided smile. “No… I’m pretty sure this is your room.” He responded, his tone way too innocent as he started to lower her to the bed. She narrowed her eyes. “You’re going to make me say it aren’t you?” she queried and watched, as his smile became a self-satisfied grin while he held her hovering above the bed. “Fine… I want to sleep with you, in your bed.” She admitted after rolling her eyes. His chest rumbled as he chuckled and lowered her to the bed anyway. She was about to protest when he slid onto the bed with her, kicking off his shoes before he pulled her into his arms and against his side.

“I’m too tired to carry you all the way down the hall. Are you putting on weight?” he quipped and then grunted as she dug her elbow into his side. She rested her head on his chest so that she could feel the steady beat of his heart. They lay in comfortable silence for a while and she felt slumber once again starting to steal over her and her eyelids started to droop heavily. The splendor of the evening’s events flashed across her mind and made her lips curve into a smile. “Thank you for this evening, Chuck… And… Well… Just…Thank You.” She thanked him simply, quietly, wanting to say more, but unable to find the words to express her sentiment. He had been so still and his breathing so slow and measured, she had thought he had already fallen asleep, but she felt his hand squeeze the curve of her hip where it rested lightly and his lips press softly to the top of her head in response.

“Wouldn’t have wanted to do it, or share it with anyone else.” He murmured barely loud enough for her to hear, his voice thick with sleep. Her smile broadened and she snuggled a little closer to him as his shirt went blurry and then vanished into darkness as she drifted off to sleep.

She woke slowly, blinking and then frowning as she found herself resting on and hugging a pillow. She lifted her head and looked around to find bright sunlight streaming into the room through a gap in the curtains. Blair swiveled her head as she knuckled sleep out of her eyes while surveying the rest of the room. “Chuck?” she called when she was unable to locate him, but received no answer. She got up and stretched. She’d slept in her clothes and she felt like she really needed a shower. She popped her head into the bathroom to see if he might have had the same idea, but found it empty as well. Also, there was no shower, which made her frown again. She stripped out of her clothes and underwear and slipped into her robe with a smile, it was the one Chuck had brought her from Japan.

She felt refreshed and strangely light hearted as she left her room and padded down the hall to his. Everything was quiet and she glanced over at a wall clock to find that it was well after ten. She had no idea what time they had gotten in the night before. She saw the clothes he had worn lying crumpled at the foot of his un-slept-in bed and then headed to the closed bathroom door where she had detected the hiss of filling water. She opened it quietly and smiled as steam bellowed out. She slipped in and closed the door quietly behind her. His bathroom had a shower that was every bit as large and luxurious looking as the bathtub in hers had been. The large stall was fronted by a cloudy, ripple glass sliding door that distorted his figure while steam wafted up above it. She silently tiptoed over to the shower stall, smiling as she heard him humming ‘I’ve got you under my skin.’ over the hiss and splash of the spray. She slipped off her robe and reached for the door handle.

He turned and shook water out of his hair and face when she opened the door to the shower and slipped in. “Good morning.” She greeted him and stepped into his arms and the hot spray. She cut off his return greeting by the simple expedience of pressing her lips to his. His fingers wound into her wet hair as he opened his mouth under her insistent urging to tangle her tongue with his. She felt him stir and stiffen against her stomach as she rubbed up against him. Blair smiled against his lips as she ran her hands down his back to grab his ass, making him jump slightly. “You’re frisky this morning.” Chuck noted playfully with a grin as they broke the kiss and she turned her face to the spray for a moment.

She lowered her face and wiped water out of her face, grinning back at him. “I guess I am. Do you mind?” she asked deliberately and coyly trapping her lower lip behind her teeth as, keeping one hand on his ass, slid the other along his hip and grasped his now fully erect dick. “Not at all.” He responded with a soft drawn out sigh as she stroked him. His dick twitched in her hand, throbbing against her firm grip. Tendrils of steam rose and writhed around them while warm water fell on and around them. “That feels good.” He groaned as she squeezed his firm buttock to the same rhythm of her pumping fist. His hands lightly caressed her shoulders and back and massaged her scalp through her damp hair. “Where do you want this to go?” he asked as she watched his jaw clench, eyes slowly narrow and his dick twitch in her hand in reaction to the attention she was lavishing on him.

Her hand slowed and she tilted her head to press against his hand as it brushed her cheek. She looked at him thoughtfully for a moment. “You’ve never asked me that before.” She informed him softly, moving closer to him so that his breath tickled her lips and she was staring into his eyes at almost pointblank range as she started to move her hand again. “I guess I haven’t.” Chuck admitted in the same hushed tone, his eyes unwavering. His hand resting lightly on her hips, his fingers on the upper curves of her buttocks as the water continued to splash down on them in a hot caress. The moment took on an intimate tension, not quite a stare down or test of wills, but instead a search for a common understanding.

The game was still afoot, but it seemed, that he had changed the rules. “It’s just so like him, but if he wanted to play, and he always did, she’d play.” She thought with a rush of exhilaration as she consciously grasps the reigns of power he had presented her. She straightened her back and she saw the corners of his lips twitch as she squeezed the base of his dick. “I want you to cum for me, Chuck, but only… And, I mean only when I say you can.” She told him, her voice low, but firm with command; her eyes flashing him warning of consequences should he disobey before adding a little twist to her stroke as she skimmed his length. He drew in a sharp breath and then let it out with a slow groan as she also dug her nails into his buttock. She could feel the sweet tension of her need tighten in the fluttering, flooding depths of her core, insistent, but manageable. She was in control here. She could see why it appealed to him.

“As, My Lady commands.” He affirmed huskily, putting on his best game face even though she could feel a slight tremor run through him as she stroked him faster. Blair dipped her head and ran her tongue around his nipple before catching it lightly between her teeth. She could feel the trip hammer beat of his heart thrumming against her lips as the water splashed on her back as if to congratulate her. She sucked at his nipple drawing a moan from him. She leaned against his hip, lapping the water off his neck and sucking at his skin, making him murmur her name until her lips were next to his ear.

“Would you like me to lick it? Run my tongue all over your thick hard shaft?” she enquired, letting her tongue trace the shell of his ear in emphasis along with harder strokes of her fist. Or… Would you like to feel me wrap my lips around you and slowly work them down until you slide into my throat? Do you want to feel my nose pressed into your pubes while a swallow around that nice, thick meat of yours? Do you want to fuck my mouth and throat until you cum?” she continued, her voice sweet, honeyed seduction and she felt his cock swell and pulse against her grasp. She squeezed hard, at the base of his cock and he drew in a loud, heavy, shuddering breath through his nose. “No… No… No… I didn’t say you could do that yet.” She admonished him moving a little away from him with a slow shake of her head, breaking the contact of her body with his, except for her hands.

He turned his face up directly into the spray for a moment, letting it inundate his face before turning back to her. “You’re a bad, bad girl, Blair Waldorf and so damn good at it.” He complimented her and she smiled in acceptance, but her eyebrow rose as he let his hand slide down from her shoulder to curve warmly around her breast, fondling it as his thumb slowly started to roll the stiff nub of her nipple between his thumb and finger. It was her turn to suck in breath as sparks of electric sensation radiated into her chest and snaked their way down to coil in her loins and fan the flame growing in her core. “All’s fair…” he explained to the questioning arch of her eyebrow, not bothering to finish the rest of the quote. Blair chuckled, a deep, sultry rumble of sound that even surprised her slightly with its unabashed sexiness. “So, which is it? Love or war?” she asked, the quip slipping from her lips before she realized the possible import of his reply and she quickly dropped her eyes away from his as she felt him tense.

His hand left her breast and lifted her shin to bring her gaze once more in line with his. He looked at her tenderly, his smile and eyes soft and without any reproach. “But, did I see a shadow there? For just a moment? A concern, a confusion, fear that mirrored mine?” she wondered “I don’t think, in our case, that the two are mutually exclusive, Blair.” He answered, neatly skirting the issue. Blair hadn’t realized she was holding her breath or biting her lip until she slowly released both. “I want… I want you inside of me.” She told him, deciding suddenly. The game had turned serious too quickly. The sense of power and playful control had turned to panic and uncertainty in the blink of an eye and she wanted something familiar, something to transport her away from the sudden angst. She needed that place when they were in the throes of passion, that place only he took her to, where nothing else mattered and everything would again be alright.

He didn’t need to be asked twice as he swept her off her feet and at the same time turned to pin her against the tiles under the showerhead. The tiles and impact were a cold shock against her back, but she wrapped her arms around his neck and used the leverage of his shoulders to draw herself higher so that he could move between her legs, the pointed head of his cock sliding through her folds as she locked her ankles behind the small of his back. She whined in desperation as he sort to find her entrance even as he relaxed his grip at her waist and for a moment she thought he would miss, but then she gasped and he grunted as he drove up into her and slid down onto him.

Blair’s breath caught and she found herself panting as he filled her in one torturously delicious stroke. She buried her head in the juncture between his shoulder and his neck and clung to him as her sex pulsed around him, rippling and flexing along his adamantine length as it adjusted to his welcome, but sudden invasion. He ground forward against her sending jolts of stimulation radiating from her clit into the roiling ball of energy that kept her core molten and added steam to the pressure of her rapidly building climax.

With, one arm curled around the small of her back and a firm grip on her ass he aided her as she flexed her legs to slide up along the tiles and his shaft. There wasn’t time for words as the fingers of his free hand wound into her wet hair to pull her face away from his neck and guide her lips to his. He kissed her wildly with near-bruising force and she welcomed his passion with an open mouth and dueling tongue. They started moving, hesitantly at first, but finally found a steady pace and rocking, rolling, rising and falling synced rhythm. Pleasure took over her sense, saturating her nerves and setting her skin ablaze despite the cool tiles at her back. His long, thick manhood drew a fiery trail of friction to her centre, the wet slap of his pelvis meeting hers the exclamation mark with a burst of delight as he mashed against her exposed and buzzing clit. The stiff nubs of her nipples dragged up and down his chest as she rose and fell making them sizzle and tingle and flare when they bumped against his.

They were soon breathing hard with exertion and unable to maintain their hungry lip lock. He nipped and sucked at her neck and she knew he would leave a hickey, but she didn’t care as she did the same at the hard, shifting muscles of his shoulder. She was glad for the water on his skin, sucking it in to wet her parched throat. The nails of one hand dragged across his shoulder blades while she gripped the showerhead with the other to push down on him as best she could as their pace became frenzied. Soft cries dripped from her lips and he grunted and shivered with pent up tension of holding his release at bay for her to reach hers. Blair’s cries grew louder as the thunderhead of her climax built and built, the lightning storm at its heart lashing out with arching bolts of delight.

Her heart pounded against her ribs and her blood sang in her ears. There didn’t seem to be enough air and what there was felt hot with steam. She felt a shudder run through her, her belly quivering against his for a moment before, as they collided again, the dam inside her broke. She felt the impact, even with his hand and her hair as her head snapped back against the tile as her orgasm ripped through her, tensing her muscles and arching her spine. He roared his own release, water bubbling from his mouth as his face shifted back under the spray. Pleasure erased her world and she let it carry her away as he ground and humped against her, his erupting member expanding against the clenching, twisting flooding channel as he poured himself into her, setting off another cascade of climactic aftershocks. They floated, poised like that for a time, each occasionally twitching or moaning as muscles misfired or their climaxes flared for reasons unknown.

Chuck grunted from between gritted teeth and let his weight shift forward, his forehead coming to rest on her collarbone as he effectively pinned her to the wall. She was glad for the support as the energy of her rampaging climax ran its course, leaving her relaxed and content, but limp and all but draped over him. She groaned, sucking in a shuddering breath as his dick shifted inside her, stirring echoes of bliss across her already overloaded nerves. He pressed his lips to her skin and dragged them up along the column of her neck. She let her fingers wind through his short, wet hair as he shrunk out of her and she felt their combined essence slowly trickle onto the inside of her thigh. She closed her eyes and simply listened to their breathing as it mingled with the hiss of the spray and the patter of it hitting the floor.

“Blair? Blair?” he whispered her name until she acknowledged him with a soft sound from deep in her throat. She felt his lips smile against her skin before lightly nipping at her earlobe. “I just wanted to let you know… That although it might have been a little rough, but that… That wasn’t war.” He whispered against her ear. She fluttered her eyes open, bringing the steamy shower stall into focus as a smile bloomed onto her lips at his inference. She gripped his hair firmly enough to guide his head back until he was facing her, an answering smile on his face. Blair kissed him, a soft, and slow intimate lover’s kiss, which he returned in kind. They shared a series of short kisses along the same line until she unhooked her ankles and he held her until she got her feet under her. He rinsed off quickly and then took his time soaping her down, even giving her hair a quick wash despite her protests.

Chuck gave her ass a light swat before stepping out of the shower and allowing her to rinse. When she followed he greeted her with a towel and wrapped her in it with her ending up with her back against his chest and his arms around her waist. She leaned back against him with a satisfied sigh. She reached up and cupped her hand lightly around the nape of his neck, letting his drying hair tickle her fingers as she looked at their reflection in the mirror on the dresser. It wasn’t perfect and they had a ways to go, but she felt that he was willing to go there with her. Whether they would end up where she wanted, she couldn’t tell, but she was hopeful. “Let me get dressed while you order room service, I’m starved.” She proposed and he agreed with a kiss to the top of her head before releasing her.

THE END? TO BE CONTINUED?