The Blair Itch Project

TITLE: The Blair Itch Project

AUTHOR: Midknight

CHAPTER: 4 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.

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

CHAPTER FOUR

"Oh." She breathed. "Indeed." He acknowledged. She squirmed slightly. It felt strange as he slowly grew inside her, expanding and again starting to stretch and fill her without the friction of penetration. He kicked off his shoes and kicked away his jeans and boxers which had puddle around his feet. His strong hands gripped her waist and he leaned forward. "Hold on." He told her and she wrapped her arms around his neck as he got to his feet. She gave a soft little grunt as gravity took her and he pressed hard into her before either he or she could take her weight effectively. She wrapped her legs around him, above his hips and locked her ankles, both of them shifting until they found their balance.

He walked them into his bedroom, each step driving him into her, just a little, her sensitive clit rubbing against him and sending short, sharp jolts of pleasure into the pit of her stomach. A few, moments before, she had thought herself sated, but lust and arousal were quickly building with each step he took. He guides them through the doorway, but suddenly turns and she gasps as he presses her back hard against the cold wall next to the doorframe. "Chuck, the bed's right there." She tells him, as with her pinned against the wall, he starts to slowly slide his cock back and forth inside her. "I know." He informs her with a leer and a harder thrust which draws a heavy groan from her. She drags her fingers through his hair and then tightened her grin, forcing his head back. "You're totally incorrigible." She accused him, her eyes locking with his.

"I have never pretended to be otherwise, My Sweet Blair." He acknowledged and he fights her grip to press his lips to hers in a hungry kiss. It feels enjoyably familiar and excitingly different as he drives in and out of her in this new position. Her shoulder blades dig into the wall behind her as she undulates against him, to add her impetus to his. She tightens her legs around him, using his hips as a fulcrum to leverage herself up and down in unison with him. His lips leave hers and trace a sucking, nipping trail down her neck and chest. He steps back slightly, moving her butt away from the wall and angling her so that his mouth can reach her breasts. His hands slide up her ribcages and firmly capture her breasts, squeezing them and then rubbing them together, before feeding one of her nipples into his mouth. She wraps her arms tighter around his neck to manage more of her weight as he continues to crew her while his lips alternate from one nipple to the other.

He murmurs his enjoyment around her nipples, his lips vibrating against her skin, sending tingling waves into her chest and making her snatch, clutch at his thick sliding shaft as it continues to stretch and fill her while delving into her intimate depths. Their pace is slow and languid, he doesn't seem to be in any kind of hurry and she enjoys the leisure of being able to catalogue the new sensations he is creating in her. The way he feels inside her as he slides through her flesh. The little, tingling shocks of energy, that radiate into her from him as their skin shifts against each other. How her heart flutters and her breath catches in her throat when he sucks at her nipple and grinds against her clit at the same time, and the slow, tightening twitch in the pit of her stomach where she can feel her orgasm slowly gathering energy from his pumping shaft. He was a total bastard for making her jump through hoops, but he was also one hell of a fucker.

He lifts his head from her breast and she makes a small sound of dissatisfaction, which he silences with a light kiss. "Do you remember what I said I wanted to do to you the next time we were in this room?" he asked her, rocking slightly back and forth, grinding her clit against his belly while he stays buried deep inside her, his strong arms supporting her at the small of her back. Her eyes widened. "You said you would... You wanted to..." she tried to get the words out, but couldn't. "Stick it in your ass, Blair." He finished for her. "Have you been thinking about it? Wondering what it would feel like?" he continues, his voice low and suggestive before lightly running his tongue across her lips. His questions caught her by surprise and her sex addled brain makes her answer both simple and truthful. "Yes." She answered softly. She had, in the dark of her bedroom pondered the idea of anal sex with curiosity as well as apprehension, his words echoing through her mind.

"Would you like to find out or do you need more, what did you call them, theatrics in order to try it?" he challenged her. She knew he was completely serious, but at the same time wanted to laugh at the absurdity of his suggestion. It was one thing for her to think about it, but a completely different thing to actually do it. The idea intrigued he and scared her at the same time. "I... I don't think I can." She replied truthfully, licking her lips, tasting him on them. He shifted his head to the side, studying her. "Do it without the theatrics or physically, at all?" he asked her to clarify, still slowly shifting his cock back and forth inside her. "I don't know." She told him, taking a deep, shuddering breath as his cock continued to stimulate her arousal and grow her orgasm.

"I think you can, Blair. I can't guarantee you'll like it, but I know you are prepared to try it." He told her. "How do you know?" she asked suddenly. He chuckled, deep in his throat. "How did I know you would suck my dick? How did I know you wouldn't leave after I forced my dick down your throat? " He answered her question with ones of his own. "You've discovered, are discovering your sexuality, Blair, but what's more you've found out you like sex and your curiosity has grown stronger then your inhibitions. The idea of me putting it in your ass, both scares you and gives a little thrill. I could bully you, challenge you, give you ultimatums and you'd eventually do it, but you were right we don't always need the theatrics. I will admit, they add something... something exciting to what we've done and I most probably won't stop using them, but not this time. I want you to want to want this." He explained, his voice low, steady, sincere and mesmerizing.

She couldn't believe how honest he was being in asking her to be honest with herself. He was right, the things they had done since the night she had given her virginity to him in the back of his limousine had been things that she wanted to do. She had used his demands and unwavering arrogance as excuses to give in to her needs and desires. "Will you be gentle?" she asked in voice that sounded small and vulnerable in the silence of the room. "As gentle as I can, Blair." He replied and she believed him. There was a slight change in him, the smug, arrogance was still there, he was still Chuck Bass, but... but there was also something new. No, not new, just something she hadn't noticed before. It had been there in the back of the limousine and while their breathing slowed after. There was a kind of tenderness in him that surprised her. Yet, knowing Chuck, It could also be a deviously subtle form of manipulation, but she had the distinct impression he was being genuine.

"Okay, let's try it." She informed him, her voice clearer and more decisive than she felt. His cock hadn't stopped moving inside her and the low level buzz of pleasure had kept her building orgasm at a gentle simmer. Her decision, although tentative, sparked a new wave of anticipation. Her thoughts had dwelled on the idea ever since he had implanted it in her mind, but she had shied away from it as if playing with fire, just seeing how much heat she could stand before pulling away. Now she was like a moth, mesmerized and unable to pull away at all. He took a firmer grip on her and moved away from the wall, turning and walking to the bed. He climbed onto the bed and then gently lowered her to its soft surface. The covers were pleasantly cool on the skin of her back and his cock once again slowly stroking in and out of her even more so.

Drawing her legs up and placing her feet on the bed, allowed her to thrust up, rocking her hips to meet his and grind her sensitive clit between his lower belly and the base of his cock. "Could we just o this for a while longer?" she asked, her voice husky and low, and with a little moan as pleasure sparked into her. "I believe... that... can... be... arranged." He informed her with a grin which she only saw for brief moments as he punctuated each word with a nuzzling kiss to her neck and a smooth, long thrust into her sex. She let out a long groan, her hands finding his ass and squeezing the firm globes, feeling them flex under her hands as he drove into her in a slow steady pace. His chest grazed her nipples each time he moved, radiating tingling sparks of pleasure into her chest. His hands wormed their way under her shoulders as he rested more of his weight on her. One stayed and lightly massaged her shoulder blade and the other found the strong column of her neck, fingers burrowing into her hair to cup the back of her head.

His lips found hers and plundered them, hungrily sucking and nipping. Her head strained back against his hand, her eyes becoming half lidded as he flooded her body with delight and her sex in turn clenched and simply flooded. He drove his tongue into her mouth and she playfully sucked at it as they undulated together. She could feel the process of her building climax start to speed up under the erotic barrage of tactile, pleasurable sensations. He nibbled at her lips and then the line of her jaw and then lifted his face from hers, his lips hovering a mere inch from hers. "Are you ready?" he asked and she gnawed at her full, kiss-swollen lower lip. She caught his eyes with hers and she wondered if he could see the nervousness. She nodded slowly, not quite trusting her voice. Her body was a live with pleasure and desire, but her mind nagged with apprehension as he slid from her and with gentle, but deft and firm movements flipped her onto her stomach. She missed his presence inside her, but let him manipulate her into position, drawing up her knees and lifting herself onto all fours at his soft urging.

She felt him shift behind her, his dick, warm and wet with their juices brushing lightly against one of her ass cheeks as he leaned over her and to the side. She heard a drawer slide open, but by the time she had turned her head, he had already closed the drawer and was straightening up. He grabbed two of the plush pillows that were just above her head and pressed them between her arms and legs, against her thighs and belly. He leaned over her and she flinched slightly as his cock slid along the crack of her ass even as he laid light kisses along her back to her neck. "Just relax, Blair." He suggested firmly, nipping at her earlobe. She groaned softly and let her arms relax and lowering her head found that the pillows he had placed, supported her and held her in position, her buttocks raised to his fondling hands without any major effort from her.

"You've done this before?" she asked him, but her question was part statement. "Once or twice." He acknowledged, but his tone spoke of much more experience. "Do you have any idea, just how fine your ass is, Blair?" he asked rhetorically as he gently fondled her cheeks, his hands sliding and squeezing her firm globes as if he were blind and memorizing them by touch. She pressed back into his hands, closing her eyes to better enjoy the sensation. She felt him spread her ass cheeks and braced herself. But, her eyes snapped open as instead of the probing sensation of his finger, or even his cock pressing against her asshole, she felt the unmistakable, wet, warm wriggle of his tongue laving her back door, its to lightly probing.

"What?' she queried and heard him chuckle, even as his tongue pressed harder against her and into her before it went away. "How could I not find out whether your ass tastes as sweet as it looks?" He informed her and kissed each of her ass cheeks. She groaned a little as he slid two of his thick fingers into her snatch, collecting some of her sex grease and transferring it to her puckered asshole. He used one of those fingers to slowly work her slippery cream into her ass. The penetration felt weird, but not bad as he moved slowly, giving her time to adjust as he stretched her. She heard a plastic click and then felt cool liquid dribble into her ass crack and onto her asshole. With, the added lubrication he started to insert a second finger and her body protested, her anus clenching against his invasion. He kept his pressure even and stroked her ass cheeks and back, continuously urging her to relax and that everything was going to be all right.

She drew in a heavy breath, trying to do as he asked, although her reactions were almost involuntary. But, after a few minutes, his fingers were slowly moving back and forth through the tight ring of muscles that guarded her bowels. He praised her, telling her how well she was doing and time, as well as his words soothed away the discomfort and the weirdness she felt. She even tried pushing back onto his fingers as they explored and stretched her in preparation for his cock doing the same. She felt him shift behind her and then with his fingers still in his ass she felt his dickhead slide through her folds, find her entrance and slowly slide into her.
She found herself staring, wide-eyed at the bed beneath her, the texture of the white linen in strangely sharp focus as she processed the sensation of being filled in this way. Her sex and ass clenched against the digits filling them and her groan mixed with his. He rocked his cock inside her, coating himself with her cream before pulling out of her. He flexed his fingers inside her one last time before slowly extricating them from her as well. Blair was surprised how strange it felt not to be filled in some way by him. She licked lips that suddenly felt dry and swallowed to wet her throat as she waited in anticipation and apprehension for what was about to come. Despite her determination, she still flinched when she felt him position the tip of his cock at the centre of the rosebud of her rear entrance.

His hand gripped her hip and he started to apply pressure. She gathered handfuls of the covers, her nails digging into the material as the size difference between his fingers and his cock became very apparent to her. The tight ring of her rectum protested, sending messages of discomfort and resisted him as he continued to apply unrelenting pressure. They seemed to have reached an impasse, a stalemate and she was about to tell him to stop as her discomfort increased and then she cried out as a stinging pain radiated into her from their connection as his unwavering assault broke through her defenses and his dick head popped into her. She tried to pull away from him, away from the pain, but he held her in place, as well as halting his forward momentum and keeping himself still inside her. She panted, trying to catch her breath as she adjusted to his invasion.

He leaned over her, his torso and chest hot across her back. "Just relax, Blair." He whispered into her ear. She grimaced as his movement shifted him inside her, causing her muscles to protest. Her arms trembled with the strain and intensity of her grip on the covers. "That hurt!" she accused him through clenched teeth, even as the fiery pain began to cool and she could feel him throbbing against the tight confines of her rear channel as it clutched at him. He hissed in response. "I know, Blair and I'm sorry. But, oh damn! You're tight." He apologized and she could hear sincerity as well as heat and strain in his thick voice. The pain lessened to a throbbing discomfort and she made no attempt to stop him as he slowly began to move inside her, rocking back and forth and driving deeper into her bowels.

Her ass clenched at him, little twinges of pain, but none as intense as his penetration racked her drawing soft whimpers from her lips, as by slow increments he worked his thick, long cock into her until his pelvis met her buttocks. They were both breathing heavily as he paused there, grinding against her ass. "You okay?" he asked as she blinked sweat out of her eyes. "Give me a moment." She instructed him, surprised by the hoarseness and trembling in her voice and she felt him plant a soft kiss on her shoulder. He remained still inside her, but his hands moved, sliding around from her hips. One found her breast and fondled it lightly while the other burrowed between her thigh and the pillows to find her crotch. Her body became accustomed to being stretched and filled by him, helped by nimble fingers that gently caressed and manipulated her clit, breast and nipple, funneling pleasure into her to combat the discomfort.

He began to move slowly, keeping his strokes short and shallow, his hands continuing their delightful attention, a wonderful distraction to the sporadic surges of discomfort that tightened her jaw and kept her eyelids from fully closing. Her hair formed a dark curtain around her head as she rested her forehead on the Egyptian cotton of the linen below her, finding it pleasant and cool. Finally, the discomfort faded too and she started to move in unison with him, allowing his strokes to grow in length and strength. She had expected the pain, the discomfort, but had underestimated their intensity. What she felt now, was unexpected. It wasn't quite pleasure, she was receiving that from other sources, but it was becoming, not-un-enjoyable as he plumbed her dank depths with her willing co-operation. His pelvis collided against her ass, with the building power of his thrusts, sending shockwaves through her spine, turning her moans and whimpers to groans and gasps of satiation.

His fingers and her surrender to the enjoyment of his probing of her bowels, reawakened the momentarily stalled growth of her climax. She felt his breath, hot on her back as he whispered encouragements and erotic endearments to her in a sultry, breathy voice. She un-balled her fists, releasing the linen, now damp from her grip to splay her fingers and press her palms flat against the bed as she strained back onto him. She lifted her head, and flipped her hair out of her face, the thick, luxurious curls a soft caress on her neck as they settled into place. Blair gave herself over to desire, her doubts and reservations washed away by his cock, hands and the occasional sucking kiss of his lips; swirl of his tongue or light nip of his teeth on her skin.

Their bodies' rocked and rolled together, colliding and separating as his shaft drove in and out of her. Her muscles trembled and her belly quivered with the strain of matching his pace. She wet her lips with her tongue and groaned loudly when he managed to slide two of his fingers into her snatch and saw them back and forth in time with his penetration of her ass. His thumb continued to work her clit with steady, circling pressure that send sparks of delightful stimulation into her guts and snaking up the length of her spine. His hand on her breast was more of a grip than caress as he pulled her to him. She felt his rhythm begin to falter as he neared his own release, her own, balanced on a knife-edge. Her head dropped once again and she was grateful for the support of the pillows, holding her ass up to continue receiving his pounding thrusts as her arms buckled and she dropped forward.

She curled around the pillows, the angle of his penetration, both of his cock and fingers changed ever so subtly and it was enough to send her over the edge. Pleasurable energy blossomed in her belly and then exploded through her senses. Pleasure and pain mixed as her spine tried to arch and curve at the same time and a whimpering wail rumbled from her throat and bubbled past her lips to be muffled by the bed. She heard him grunt as her ass and sex clenched at him in a tight locking grip. She cried out again as his thick shaft drove through tightness of her flesh, burying him inside her to the balls before he bellowed his release above her, expanding and contracting as he sprayed her bowels with his seed.

She shuddered as the waves of her orgasm lashed her over-sensitized nerves. Her muscles tensed and relaxed and she felt her hot juices spurt onto his hand as his spurt into her. She felt as if she couldn't catch her breath, no matter how hard she sucked in air as she panted raggedly. Her orgasm robbed her of all the energy she possessed, and apparently, him as well and not even the support of the pillows under her belly was enough to keep them aloft and they unceremoniously toppled to the side. She groaned and he grunted as they bounced slightly on the firm mattress and he shifted in her ass. She hugged the pillows to her, drawing her legs up against them as he popped free of her with a twinge of pain, which mixed with the echoes of pleasure still roaming across her system.

His arm curled around her waist, his hand finding hers and gripping it lightly as he pressed against her back. She could feel his wet, semi-limp cock nestle in the crack of her butt as he nuzzled at the juncture between her shoulder and neck. She could feel the pounding of her heart in her chest begin to slow and she slowly seemed to relearn the ability to draw breath and exhale in a steady rhythm. She was still trying to come to terms with what they had just done and how she had reacted to it. "Are you okay? You were amazing, Blair." He whispered into the shell of her ear. She didn't have any answering comment for him, so simply stayed quiet, nodded slightly and hugged the pillows a bit tighter to herself.

The pillows were warm against her front, and his body warm and solid against her back as she let herself relax. Her mind still sorting through the sensations she had just experienced, trying to find rhyme and reason in the jumble of feeling, reactions and emotions she had gone through. She, after the initial pain and discomfort, had just enjoyed anal sex. Her imagination hadn't even come close to the reality of it. "How very, very strange." She thought as her eyelids grew heavy and the toll of the afternoons exertions, physical and emotional finally caught up with her and she slumber enfolded her in its dark, comfortable arms.

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