The Blair Itch Project

TITLE: The Blair Itch Project AUTHOR: Midknight CHAPTER: 3 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: 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. FEEDBACK: Yes Please. It helps. It really, really helps. - midknight_tales@yahoo.com CHAPTER THREE Blair undid his belt, unbuttoned his jeans and unzipped them. While, she did this, he pulled his t-shirt off over his head and dropped it to the side of the recliner. Using his hands on the armrests for leverage, he lifted his ass, allowing her to strip his boxers and jeans down his thighs and over his knees before settling back to his seat. His cock bobbed in front of her, thick, long and slightly curved. For, just a moment, she forgot about what she was about to do and studied him as if mesmerized. "Why don't you start off by just giving it a little kiss?" he suggested, pulling her out of her reverie. She flicked her eyes up to look at him, her hand wrapped around the base of his gently throbbing cock. She shifted slightly forward and then did as he suggested. She didn't know what she had been expected as she touched her lips to the tip of his cock, but the violent twitch of his cock did startle her a little and the soft groan that rumbled from his throat was mildly satisfying. "See, that wasn't so bad. Now lick it, as if it were an ice-cream cone." He instructed. She turned her attention away from his face and back to his cock. She licked her lips, trying to detect some taste from the contact with his dick to give her an idea of what to expect, but found nothing. She exhaled slowly, and again his dick twitched as her hot breath hit it. She ran her tongue up one side of his length from just above her fingers wrapped around his base and then repeated the process on the other side. He smelled faintly of soap and strangely, sandalwood. She didn't really taste anything, besides the light tang of salt. She was a little confused, she had been expecting to be completely disgusted by what she was doing, but it wasn't unpleasant and she felt a little thrill at his reaction to it. She remembered his advice and began swirling her tongue along the smooth, pulsing skin of his dick as well as planting sucking kisses. He let her explore him with her tongue and mouth, giving her little tips and encouragements in a low steady voice. As, her misconceptions were being disproved; she grew more confident and bolder, licking and sucking more firmly. "I said you'd be good at this. Now... Why don't you just take the head into you sweet mouth for me and, Blair, don't be shy about using your hand while you do?" he instructed. "This is it." she thought and pressed her lips lightly to the tip of his cock and then opened them and let the pointed helmet slide in between her lips and along her tongue. She wrapped her lips around him, just below the flare of his dickhead and sucked lightly, experimentally and heard him groan thickly and she felt his hips slowly thrust against her hand and his dick slid a little deeper into her mouth. The friction on her tongue felt a little strange, but there was still nothing repugnant about what she was doing. She remembered his comment about the ice-cream cone and swirled her tongue over his dick head. "Oh, that's it. You're a natural, Blair. See how much of it you can take." He told her and she could hear excitement in his voice. She slid her lips off him and he hissed. "Just watch the teeth, try to hold them behind your lips." He admonished her lightly. She looked down at his dickhead, now glistening with her saliva and felt him pulse strongly in her hand. Fascinated she watched a thick dollop of clear fluid well out of his slit. She touched the tip of tongue to it and slid it back into her mouth to taste it, certain that here was the taste she had been dreading, but to her surprise there was no actual taste. She opened her mouth and again took his dick head into it, aware of his warning. He didn't thrust this time and she slowly let her lips slide down his length. His girth stretched her lips slightly, but not uncomfortably so and she could feel the ridges of the veins under his skin pulse against her lips. It felt very weird at first as she came to terms with the fact that it was Chuck's dick in her mouth, but she adjusted. She could see his dark nest of pubes grow nearer and then her hair fell forward, tickling her cheeks and obscuring her view. Apparently it obscured his view as well and she felt his hand gather her tresses and move them out of the way, keeping them piled above her head with his hand. She had managed to take about half of him into her mouth, when his tip brushed the entrance to her throat and she stopped at the strange uncomfortable feel of that touch. It was also a little hard to breathe; she backed up, reversing the journey of her lips. She shifted her tongue from side to side, tracing a slithering trail along his length. He made appreciative noises. "A goddamn natural." He almost growled. "Just keep doing that, Blair. Just keep dragging your sweet lips up and down my cock. Take deep breaths through your nose and suck on it every once in a while. You're doing great and you look so hot with my cock sliding in and out of your gorgeous face." He praised her and she felt the thrill of his words deep in her core as her sex clenched against itself and she felt a warm flood of cream rush into her. It wasn't just the words; it was also the sultry heat in his voice that added to her arousal. She started to bob her head on his cock, doing as he had suggested and she founded it easier to breath. She found a comfortable rhythm, but still experimented with speed and pressure as well as things she could do with her tongue. Her breasts have been brushing up against his knees and her hard nipples are buzzing and tingly with the constant stimulation. She felt him flinch once or twice when her teeth accidentally scraped along his skin, but he didn't say anything about it. She could hear his breathing above her, slow and measured, a little too measure. She had the distinct impression he was exerting a lot of will power to maintain his aura of control. She felt his hand reach for hers where it was wrapped around his base. She remembered him saying something about using her hand, but she was too focused on what she was doing with her mouth. When she dragged her lips up, he guided her fist up as well; twisting it slightly and then did the reverse when she lowered her lips. She felt his hand tighten momentarily in her hair and he thrust against her fist and sucking lips. She took the hint. Her co-ordination was a bit off at first, but soon she was jacking and sucking him with what she considered proficiency. His hips started to undulate and she had to adjust her rhythm so accommodate him. She heard his breathing quicken and he sighed and groaned regularly between the praises and snippets of advice he gave her. She even applied the same twist he had guided her hand in to her head as she dragged her lips, tightly sealed to his girth, up and down his length. She lifted her head, nursing lightly on his tip before she lifted lips off him, but kept her hand sliding slowly up and down his shaft made slippery by her saliva. She licked her lips, breathing deeply. "Is this what you wanted?" she asked him, shocked by the sultry timber of her voice as she lapped lightly at his tip. She felt his cock twitch heavily in her hand, as if answering for him. "Is it, Chuck?" she persisted, squeezing his shaft. "Yessss!" he hissed. "I've wanted to see what you looked like sucking my cock from the first day I met you. I've always thought you have blowjob lips. Does hearing that excite you?" he asked, a little steel mixing with the honey and heat in his voice. "I think it does. I think you like sucking my cock, so please continue doing so" He said slowly, deliberately, his trademark arrogant, smug smile quirking the corners of his mouth, his eyes intent, like a predator. "Fuck you, Chuck." She retorted, but lowered her lips back to his cock. "When we're done here, Blair. When we're done here, My Sweet Little Cocksucker." He countered with an amused chuckle. She felt a sudden flash of hatred for him as she realized she was, in fact, enjoying this. She was enjoying sucking his dick. She believed it would be disgusting and even more than that, a humiliating submission, but she found that here, on her knees in front of him, in a strange turn of events, she had the power. What she did, affected him. She could make him groan with pleasure, or hiss with pain and the decision was hers. It still didn't stop her from hating him for knowing her better than she knew herself or the infuriating arrogant, smug position that gave him. Her hair had fallen across her face again and he gathered it up, this time using both hands. His fingers wound into her hair, holding it out of her face and finding and lightly massaging her scalp as she again found her rhythm. Her free hand has been resting on his thigh and she lets it drop down. She attempts to be surreptitious, but knew that the subterfuge was for the most part pointless and started to play with herself. She ran her fingers through her folds, finding them moist and slippery and over her sensitized clit as she continues to bob her head up and down on his cock. His breathing is a little ragged now and a groan rumbles from deep in his throat, as if he is trying to suppress it. She would have smiled if her lips weren't stretched around his dick. The next time she goes down, he thrusts a little harder than he has been and when she tries to correct, his hands in her hair tightens and holds her in place, the tip of his cock pushing into the entrance to her throat. He continues to apply pressure, his cock slowly blocking her throat and pressing into it. She starts to gag, as she instinctually tries to expel the unexpected invader. She panics as he continues to press her down onto his cock. She takes her hand off his sex and her own and clutches at his legs, struggling against him, trying to pull up. Her panic robs her of desperately needed air and she feels like she is suffocating, and still he keeps pushing her head down. She digs her nails into his thighs in an attempt to shock him into releasing her. She can feel her eyes start to tear and then suddenly the flare of his dick head slides past the tight ring of the entrance to her throat and he slid some of his cock into the tight confines of her throat, and just as suddenly he released her. She dragged her mouth of his cock, coughing and spluttering, shocked and stunned at what he had just done. She clutches at her throat and loosing her balance, falls to the floor. He is a blurry shape as she blinks tears from her eyes. She wipes a thick string of saliva off her lower lip and chin. "What the fuck was that? What the Hell os wrong with you?" she spat at him after gulping down blessed lungfuls of air while throwing him a scathing , reproachful look. "Relax, Blair. I just thought I'd show you what you might be capable of, if you really tried. With, a little practice, I bet you would love being able to deep throat me." He explained, his voice sounding unbelievably calm and reasonable. "Deep throat... Practice... You're insane, Chuck. You almost killed me!" She cried angrily. "Oh, Blair. Don't be so melodramatic." He countered with the same calm, matter-of-fact tone. " Melodramatic? Melodramatic! You bastard." She cursed at him, her voice raising an octave. "Damn. You're even sexier when you're angry." He complimented her. "You're a fucking asshole, Chuck." She told him as she managed to get her breathing and the slight tremble of her limbs under control enough to stand. "Are you going to leave now, Blair? Or would you like to claim your part of the bargain? You've definitely earned it." he asked her. She wanted to strangle him, to claw his eyes out, but her body, despite the shock, was still alive and buzzing with need, the itch still alive and well and his cock bobbed, hard and glistening with her spit as if beckoning her. "I hate you, Chuck Bass." She told him coldly. "Duly noted, but I don't think that's going to stop you from fucking me, is it?" he challenged her. She took some satisfaction as she noted the red welts her nails had left on is thighs, but didn't bother to answer him. The recliner was wide enough to allow her knees to rest on the seat on either side of his thighs and she slid onto it, straddling his lap. She reached down and steadying his shafted guided him to her entrance. She put her hands on his shoulders and relaxed, letting gravity take hold of her and after a moment he started to slide into her. Her eyes caught his and they locked in an unwavering gaze. A long, low moan escaped her lips as he slowly stretched and filled her, his pointed head forging a blazing trail through her tight, but slick flesh for his thick shaft to follow. She felt him cup and lightly fondle her buttocks as continued to sink down on him, her sex adjusting to his invasion by slow, pleasurable degrees until she came to rest on his hands trapped between her ass and his thighs. She could feel him pulse rhythmically inside the core of her intimate flesh, his very heartbeat shifting him ever so slightly inside her. She started rock slowly backwards and forwards, his hands squeezing her ass cheeks in sync with her movements. His cock move back and forth inside her in shallow strokes and her clit dragged across his skin, making her stomach quiver with delicious waves of pleasure. She watched as he licked his lips and let his head rest back on the recliner, but he kept his eyes locked with hers. She started to roll her hips, making his breath hitch, drawing a soft groan from him and a little tightening at the corners of his eyes. This was what she couldn't quite mimic when masturbating, the true feel and reaction of a living lover. To, have a sense that the pleasure she is feeling is affecting another as well. She started riding him, slowly at first, using her hands on his shoulders and her thighs to drag herself up his length so that she could drop down on it. Her hair and breasts rose and fell with her. Her hair tickled her cheeks, neck and back as it left feathery touches on her skin as it shifted. Her firm breasts slapped slightly against her chest and swayed, sliding against her skin. He started thrusting up into her down stroke and their bodies met with more force. She loved the hungry blaze in his eyes almost as much as the feel of his cock sliding in and out of her under her control. She settled onto his lap to roll her hips and grind herself onto him as his hands slid up her back. She could feel her orgasm building quickly, a hot, molten ball of energy churning and roiling in the pit of her stomach, pulsing and expanding, sending tendrils of its power to tantalize her senses with a taste of what was to come. She leaned back a little when his hands moved over her ribs and cupped her breasts, squeezing and fondling them, pressing and rubbing them together. He licked his lips again and then broke eye contact with her for the first time since she had guided him inside her as he lowered his face to her breasts. His wet tongue felt a little rough against her skin, but left a tingling trail wherever it went on the smooth slopes and curves of her breasts. She let out a little gasp when he captured one of her hard nipples with his lips and sucked hard. She felt as if there was some direct link between her nipples and her sex as her pussy clenched and she felt a fresh wave of hot cream flood into her when he sucked at one, or rippled when he rolled and flicked the other. She let her fingers wind into his short hair, guiding him from one breast to the other as she began to ride him again. He breathing started to grow ragged as her sex began clenching around him more and more often, her strokes now shorter, but faster as her need to prolong their coupling began to lose the battle with the urgency of her need for release. He lifted his head from her breasts and she could see the strain on his face and she wondered if her eyes looked as wild and lusty as his. She felt like she was on fire and his cock inside her was the fuel that kept her ablaze. She felt his fingers snaking into her hair, cupping the back of the head and then he dragged her forward into a passionate kiss. She could taste scotch in his mouth and fleetingly wondered if he could taste himself in hers. Her rhythm began to falter as her muscles misfired and when she dropped down on him and ground her buzzing clit into his pubes it was the straw that broke the camel's back and she tore her lips from his to cry out her release. Her climax exploded through her like a dying star, energy drawing itself into a tight ball and then expanding in blinding waves of force that tensed her body into a taut bow with her head thrown back. She blinked to get the spots out of her eyes and then closed them when they didn't disappear. She shuddered as aftershocks of delight chased the initial blast of pleasure through her system. She heard him grunt and thrust up inside her, his cock swelling against the pressure of tightly clenched and climaxing snatch. He pulsed inside her adding the liquid heat of his semen to the torrent of cream that was rushing from her. His climax set off another cascade of mini explosions inside her, jangling already frazzled nerves and making her whimper as pleasure danced a fine line with pain. Eventually, she collapsed forward, limp, boneless, drained and sated, her fore head resting on his shoulder. His heaving chest pressed rhythmically against her breasts and his arms wrapped lightly around her back. She felt him kiss the top of her head. "God, you're an amazing sight when you cum, Blair." He complimented her after their breathing returned to normal. He had shrunk inside her, but wasn't completely soft and with her sitting on his lap had not slipped out of her. She raised her head, raked her hair out of her face and looked at him. His features seemed softer somehow and without his characteristic arrogance as he smiled at her. "We could do this without all the theatrics, you know." She suggested. "Could we, Blair? Maybe, but where would the fun be in that?" he countered with a soft chuckle. She tried to find and answer or retort, but was interrupted as to her surprised she felt him harden inside her again and his smile changed from sweet to predatory once more. TO BE CONTINUED