The Blair Itch Project

TITLE: The Blair Itch Project AUTHOR: Midknight CHAPTER: 5 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 FIVE Blair woke slowly, reluctantly, blinking to bring the world into focus and wondering why her pillow was moving. Sleep clung to her wits and it took her a moment to realize that her head wasn't resting on a pillow, but on smooth skin, the skin of a solid, hairless chest, which rose and fell with the slow, steady rhythm of breathing, to be exact. She shifted her head, looking up to find Chuck looking down at her. They must have shifted while she slept, because she remembered him being behind her. He was now on his back and somehow she had ended up draped across his side, her cheek on his chest, her breasts flattened against his side with one of her legs between his, her sex pressed against his thigh. His arm was warm down the length of her back, his hand resting partially on hip and partially on the curve of her ass and she could feel his semi-erect cock against her thigh. She wrinkled her nose slightly. They smelled of warm skin, dried sweat and sex. It was strange, but not unpleasant. It was a new and slightly surreal experience to wake up, naked with someone else for the first time. A strange intimacy she would never have thought, in a million years, she would share with Chuck Bass of all people, but again, it was not unpleasant. "Hey there, Sleeping Beauty." He greeted her softly, brushing her hair out of her face. "Does that make you Prince Charming?" she asked and he chuckled. Recollections of what they had done flashed through her mind and she clenched her buttocks slightly. Her ass felt a little strange, but not painful or uncomfortable, just different, subtly so and even as she concentrated on it, it was starting to fade. "You okay?" he asked and she could actually hear concern in his voice. She considered his question and took a moment to put it into perspective. She didn't know how long she'd slept, but in the hours preceding slumber, she had sucked a cock, rode it, been screwed up against a wall and finally taken it up the ass, and she was still very aware of his member and the potential it represented. "Was she okay?" were suddenly three very complicated little words. She felt her body come alive, the itch, an almost friendly tickle, not urgent, but just gently making its presence known, giving her a choice. "Blair?" he questioned and she closed her eyes for a moment. She slid her hand down his torso and wrapped it gently around his cock, which twitched and started to grow in her grasp. "All things considered, Chuck. I'm fine." She informed him as he groaned, his hips shifting slightly as she stroked her hand along his rapidly growing erection. His hand shifted and he started to fondle the firm globe of her ass cheek. She lifted her head and pressed a kiss to his skin before letting then travel along the smooth surface until she found his nipple. She sucked at the brown oval, feeling the difference in texture from his smooth skin as she swirled her tongue over it. She finds the hard little pebble of flesh at its center, and deliberately closes her teeth on it, nipping none too gently. She hears him hiss, his hand tensing on her ass. Her fingers find slippery moisture at the tip of his cock and she gathers it and uses it to wrap her hand tighter around his cock as she slides it down and up his length. His hips undulate, as he thrusts into her fist and she laves away the pain her teeth had caused on his nipple with her tongue. She raises her head and flicks her hair back out of her face and grabbing his wrist, takes his hand off her ass. She repositions herself, moving away from him and onto her knees, her only connection to him her hand on his penis. He reached for her and she slapped his hand away and flashed him a sharp look. He held up his hands in a sign of acknowledgement and surrender. "Fine, indeed." he quipped, giving her a smugly knowing grin and laced his hands behind his head. She squeezed his cock, hard, but his only reaction was a slight tightening at the corners of his eyes. His dick throbbed in her hand, pulsing and bobbing to the beat of his pumping heart. "You'd like me to suck it again, wouldn't you? You'd like to watch your cock disappear into my mouth, inch by inch? Feel my lips slide along your skin, warm and wet; my tongue slithering and swirling around it? I bet you'd even like me to push into my throat; to swallow you whole the way you so unexpectedly showed me I could?" She almost accused him as she massaged his cock by increasing and decreasing the pressure of her grip, his flesh hot and satin-smooth against her palm and fingers, her eyes locked with his. He raised an eyebrow. "Tell me how much you want me to suck your dick, Chuck. Tell me, make me believe it and I will. I'll suck you dry." She offered, licking and wetting her lips with slow deliberate swipes of her tongue. She had a thrilling insight into Chuck at that moment as she savored the power of control. It took willpower and a lot of effort for her to maintain the appearance of aloofness, to force the responsibility of moving the situation along and not letting on that her little monologue had aroused her body and imagination or worse that she wanted to do it. "Tell me!" she goaded him. She was satisfied to see some of his smugness disappear, but it wasn't replaced by the chagrin she had anticipated, but by a mixture of hunger and amusement. "Well, hello Mistress Waldorf." He told her, narrowing his eyes. "I can almost see you in black leather, whip in hand." He continued. "Tell me!" she insisted. "Or what, Blair? You'll leave? Take your sweet mouth and go home?" he snorted. "You're so wet right now, you'd soak your dress and leave a trail on the carpet on your way out." He called her bluff with a sneer. "I'll make you a deal, Blair. Tell me I'm wrong, make me believe it." He said, putting hard emphasis each time he said the word 'me'. "And I'll tell you how I'd love to feel you wrap those sweet, cock sucking lips of yours around my dick. How I'd like to see your mouth stretched around me, your cheeks hollowing and your nose buried in my pubes while your throat makes me think I'm inside that tight snatch of yours. How it would be like heaven to feel and art to watch. All you have to do is tell me you aren't so aroused you're dripping and want to suck my cock and I'll tell you exactly how much I want you to." He finished with vibrancy and steel in his voice. She looked at him in shocked amazement. He had given her what she asked for, but at the same time, out maneuvered her and tipped the balance of power back in his favor. He was better at this than she was, for now. She still couldn't understand how he knew her so well, but it was a comforting thought that there was someone who did, even if it was Chuck Bass. She tried to hold his gaze, but his dark orbs bore into her, unblinking, hungry and confident and eventually she lowered her eyes. "I can't. I... I would like to... I want to suck your cock." She admitted in defeat and she found she was telling the truth. "Then why don't you? Because, I would really, really love you to." He suggested and his tone told he was telling the truth too. She leaned forward and then very slowly ran her tongue up along his length. He tasted different and with a little start she realized it wasn't exactly him she was tasting. Like before, she paused for a moment, trying to decide what she thought about it as she rolled the flavor around in her mouth. It wasn't bad she decided and then drew his cock into her mouth. She heard him groan as she swept her hair out of her face, giving him a clear view as she walked her lips down his shaft, sucking at his throbbing skin as he filled her mouth. She bobbed her head slowly, dragging her lips and their tight suction up and down the length of his cock she could comfortably fit into her mouth, squeezing and caressing the rest with her hand. She stretched out perpendicular to him, getting comfortable as she got used to breathing through her nose, adjusting to his slightly thrusting hips and the way his cock stretched her lips His pointed dickhead slid into the entrance of her throat until his girth blocked it and she backed off before her gag reflex kicked in. She took deeper breaths and then tried to push his cock into her throat. She almost had it, but she had to back off suddenly as the sensation of suffocation and choking overpowered her. She took her mouth off him, coughing slightly and panting to catch her breath. "Sorry." She apologized breathlessly. "Don't apologize, that was great. Just try to relax, take your time." He told her looking down at her. His cock twitched in her hand as she blew on it before taking him back into her mouth. She heeded his words, taking her time, getting her breathing even and deep before she attempted to take more of him than her mouth allowed again. She shifted slightly, and she didn't know if it was the change in angle or her lengthened preparation time, but she was shocked when after only a moment of uncomfortable pressure his cock slid into the tight confines of her throat. She panicked a little and pulled back, but didn't release him from her mouth. She heard him groan heavily and his cock jerked in her mouth. She worked her tongue over him and then lowered her head once more. There was even less discomfort as she paused with just his head down her throat, acclimatizing herself to the sensation and stabilized her breathing. She heard him hoarsely whisper her name followed by lavish praises and descriptions of how good what she was doing felt. She lowered her head further, taking more of him into her throat. The muscles of her throat struggled to accommodate his girth and she swallowed almost by reflex as she fought and overcame the urge to gag. She went slowly, testing herself, bobbing her head as her throat rippled around him and she sucked at his smooth pulsing flesh. She heard him hiss and his hips trembled with the strain of not bucking. She felt him shift and flicked her eyes at him and found that his hands were no longer behind his head. They hovered near hers, his fingers clenching, quivering with tension. She raised her head, letting him slide out of her throat until she was lightly nursing on his head. She caught his eye and slowly, deliberate shook her head. She applied light pressure with her teeth, just below the flare of his dickhead, a tactile reinforcement of the challenge her eyes flashed him. He balled his fingers into fists and she could see his jaw clench, his chest heaving and then he nodded and lowered his hands to the cover on either side of him. She kept the eye contact, a moment longer, watching the desire blaze in his before he closed them and let his head drop back. She saw his hands clench, white knuckled around handfuls of the covers as she took him back into her mouth and then her throat. She once again reveled in the sense of power and control she felt at winning their unspoken battle of wills. Her sex clenched rhythmically, flesh rubbing against flesh, drawing hot moisture from her, making her wet and slippery. Her nipples brushed against his thigh, sending tingling sparks of sensation into her chest and heating her skin. The small part of her mind, not overwhelmed by the act she was performing and all the attendant sensations that were racing through her, made the observation that having control and power; and surrendering it both had their merits, and it was even better when the line between the two blurred. She groaned around his cock and nearly lost the rhythm of her measured breathing when the fingers of her free hand, seemingly of their own accord, found and caressed first her moist, swollen folds and then her clit, giving it the attention it hungered for. She shifted further onto her side and cocked her leg slightly, allowing her greater access as she slid first one and then a second of her long, slender fingers into her depths, giving her clenching, twisting flesh something to press against as she sawed them back and forth while her thumb diddled, flicked and rolled the sensitive pebble of her clit. Tendrils of pleasure streaked out into her belly and snaked their way up her spine as she continued to bob her head, sucking and swallowing at his shaft, her fingers unconsciously finding the same pace. "Fuck! That looks so fucking hot." She heard Chuck comment fervently as she pleasured herself and to her surprise also buried her nose into his mat of dark pubic curls, his thick shaft completely buried in her rippling throat. She held him there for a few moments and then drew her lips back up his length, feeling him shudder and hiss her name in response. She bobbed her head slowly, adding just a little twist as she experimented and adjusted to hips he no longer seemed able to hold still, allowing him to thrust into her mouth, but under her control. He was groaning and panting continuously, saying her name and supplying her with a running commentary of how good she was making him feel and how sexy she looked as she sucked his cock and pleasured herself at the same time. He grunted, made a whine of distress and frantically started asking her to stop: "Blair... Stop... I'm... Shit... I can't... Feels too... Good... I'm gonna cum!" he cried out. She felt him expand against the confines of her throat, understood the import of his words, but did not halt her downward motion as she buried her nose in his pubes. She swallowed reflexively as he spurted thick, hot bursts of his seed directly down her throat. She coughed, losing her rhythm and drew her mouth up his sharply pulsing shaft. She gasped in air around his dickhead, receiving two more heavy spurts that coated her tongue. He bucked wildly and she wrapped her hand around his base to give her some control as she suckled and licked at his dickhead as he shuddered, the muscles on his torso rippling as they tenses and relaxed in quick succession. His heaving cock finally ran dry and he let out a loud sigh of pure satisfaction. His cum filled her mouth, almost to overflowing as she swirled it around the plum of his dickhead with her tongue. The texture was a little grainy and slippery, almost like an oyster, but not quite. And the taste was... Was salty, but in no way unpleasant. She played with his essence for a little while longer, feeling him groan and occasionally shiver when her tongue ran across his skin or she sucked lightly at his flesh. Blair swallowed, feeling the last of his jism slide down her throat. She lifted her lips free of his cock with a wet pop and took a long slow breath, a thick strand of saliva and semen still connecting the tip of his cock and her lips. His cock glistened wetly with the combination of his natural lube, semen and her saliva and she licked her lips, breaking the strand and raising her eyes to his. Her fingers on her sex slowed, but didn't stop. She had driven herself to that comfortable plateau of arousal where pleasure fed on itself and delightful sensations chased each other around in a delicious loop that was simple to maintain. She fondled his shaft; her hand sliding easily along it's coated length. She felt a strange sense of pride, and his words from earlier came back to her. He knew her too well. She was turning into the right little wanton and she didn't really care. She liked it; she wanted it, all of it and here, with him, it didn't matter. She didn't want to thank him, the process had been humiliating and even painful at times, but he had allowed her to see past her inhibitions and misconceptions; and almost forced her to confront and accept the sexual being she had denied until and after that fateful night in the back of his limousine. His cock throbbed, pulsed and twitched in her hand, hardly diminished by his titanic climax, his hips undulating to thrust himself through her fist, his skin lightly coated with a sheen of sweat, his chest rising and falling raggedly, his dark penetrating eyes half-hidden behind heavy lids. "Did you like that?" she asked with a wicked little smile quirking the corners of her mouth, voicing her understatement in a tone that virtually dripped honey. "I always knew you had it in you." He complimented her, a hungry growl in his voice, that also delivered a very suggestive promise, and this time she didn't stop him when he reached for her. He brushed her hair aside and out of her face, sweat-damp tendrils still sticking to her skin as he cupped her cheeks and pulling, urged her up and along his body. He dragged her lips to his and delivered a hard, searching kiss. Her eyes widened slightly at his complete unconcern that his seed was still on her tongue and teeth as he explored her mouth with ravenous intensity. She let her eyes flutter closed as she melted into his kiss. Her skin was hot and tingly where it slid against his and she ground her sex against the top of his thigh where she straddled it. His hands left her face to caress and massage her back with warm pressure. Blair groaned into his mouth, her sex clenching against itself, missing the resistance of her fingers and very aware that a more than adequate replacement was pressing, thick, long and slick against her belly. She broke their kiss, both of them breathless. "You're still hard, Chuck." She commented. "You're still incredibly hot, Blair." He informed her and they grinned at each other. "I think I'd like it in me." She requested, twisting the words of his earlier compliment. "You didn't say the magic word." He chastised her his tone light and amused. She made a theatrical show of thinking about it, casting her eyes upward and sticking her tongue out of the corner of her mouth and then exclaimed: "Now!" in a sharp, no-nonsense tone. "That'll do." He quipped and she laughed, as with a tug at her hip and a twist of his he reversed their positions, coming to rest between her willingly spread legs. Her laughter faded to giggles and then to a soft gasp followed by a heavy moan as he did as she had requested. TO BE CONTINUED