The Blair Itch Project

TITLE: The Blair Itch Project AUTHOR: Midknight CHAPTER: 6 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 SIX Chuck filled her slowly, steadily and easily. Her tight resistant flesh slickly invited him in as they kissed, long, languorously and deep, heads shifting and twisting as lips and tongues explored. Blair sighed into his mouth when he was completely inside her and they started a slow rocking, rolling, grinding, bumping, thrusting horizontal dance. Hands explored, sometimes with a gentle caress, other times with tensed grasping fingers. Blair gave herself over to sensual sensation, panting and moaning as his driving, thrusting cock, caressing and fondling hands, sucking lips; swirling tongue and nipping teeth build her orgasm. She was by no means a passive spectator, her hips rising and rolling to meet his as she undulated beneath him; kneading the flexing muscles of his back and clutching at the hard globes of his ass in encouragement. With, only the slightest urging from her and a softly panted request they rolled, reversing their positions so that she was on top. She let her fingers splay across his chest to give herself leverage to ride his thick, filling erection. She licked her lips and then pinned the lower one behind her teeth as she experimented with different movements, finding that rocking and rolling her hips in tight circles slightly more comfortable and enjoyable than dragging herself up and down his length. Once she'd found her rhythm, he added upward thrusts to drive him into her. She leaned forward and sucked his tongue into her mouth as his hand cupped and squeezed her breast, kneading it with warm pressure that radiated pleasure into her chest. The thumb of his other hand found her clit, spreading her heated sex grease onto it and rolling and diddling it with expert attention. She tore her lips from his, throwing her head back and gasping out her climax, his cock still thrusting up into her clenching pussy with deliciously torturous friction. She shuddered as the pleasurable energy of her climax frolicked across her nerves and senses as muscles tensed, relaxed and misfired with the surge of electric delight. He rolled them, returning her to her back and him to a position of command. He hovered over her, his shaft again finding a steady pounding rhythm, his expression one of strain, desire and intense concentration. She wanted to tell him to stop as over-sensitized flesh cried out for respite, but it also felt too damn good. She grimaced as he ground against her sparking clit and overloaded nerves sent mixed signal of pain and pleasure. "Are you okay?" he asked, capturing her eye, his hips slowing. "Don't... Stop...!" she panted emphatically through gritted teeth and he picked up his pace and the strength of his thrusts once more. She let out little cries each time he drove into her, their bodies connecting with a wet slap of skin on skin. Her fingernails scrabbled at the sheets as they tensed, gathering handfuls as her ass tensed and her back curved and relaxed. She could see his chest heaving and his breathing was heavy and hot on her neck and chest as his head dropped. She gasped as his thrusting, grinding cock started a chain reaction of rolling climaxes that radiated from their connection to inundate her senses and rob her of control. Her sex clutched at his in a rippling, twisting death grip, even as she flooded with molten slippery cream and she heard him grunt and then cry out hoarsely, his hips bucking in rapid succession as he pumped his essence into her. Their bodies locked and strained, connected and arching in different directions as they shared their release. Blair felt as if she were on fire as pleasure burned through her. It was too much. Her world went dark before she closed her eyes, a strange whimpering noise assailed her ears and she had a hard time fathoming that the sound was coming from her lips. She trembled and quivered, feeling like she was suffocating and no matter how hard she drew air into her lungs, there simply wasn't enough. She tried to roll onto her side, to curl up in an attempt to protect herself from the flood of sensation that on nerves run raw and sense pushed to their limits skated the knife edge between pleasure and pain sliding from one to the other erratically. His weight stopped her and she panicked, frantically struggling against him. She gasped, short sharp and shocked as he pulled himself free of her and rolled to the side. The best and worst of it finally passed and she lies next to him, limp sweaty and spend, the only sound that of their laboring breathing. "You okay?" he asked. "Yeah... I just have a very clear understanding of the saying: Too much of a good thing." She replied. They spoke without looking at each other. She felt hot and tingly and her body felt drained and strained; the slightest movement an effort, yet she was also completely and utterly sated and comfortable. She felt him shift next to her and let her head loll to the side to find him on his side facing and looking down at her. He had an expression on his face she had never seen before. His smile was soft, without any trace of his usual sneer and it reached all the way to his dark eyes. He leaned forward and down and planted a light kiss on her lips. She blinked as she automatically lifted her head to maintain the gentle contact when he started to break the kiss. She felt his smile widen before their lips parted. "You're almost glowing. Sweat looks really good on you." He commented, placing his hand lightly on her taut belly and then letting his fingers slide lightly across her damp skin, drawing abstract patterns up along her ribcage before lightly caressing her right breast and the nipple that topped it. She sighed, low and long as she delighted in his touch. "Jeezus, Chuck. Again?" she queried incredulously, but even as spent as she felt, not dismissing the idea out of hand. "I wish, but I am afraid you just plumb wore me out, Blair Waldorf. You're one hell of a fucker. I just like the feel of your skin." He admitted. She swatted his hip. "Fucker? I guess I'll take that as a compliment." She told him. He chuckled. "Oh but it is My Dear Blair. It really is." He confirmed. "Would you like to take a shower while I order some room service?" he suggested. Her stomach suddenly growled as the thought of food entered her mind and she realized she was ravenous. She had lost track of time completely and had used up a lot of energy since she'd arrived at his hotel suite. She nodded an enthusiastic yes and he nodded once too. He rose from the bed and she watched him grab his robe off the back of a chair and shrug into it. "There are spare robes in the closet in the bathroom." He informed her and she thanked him. She took a deep breath and then sat up and through her legs over the side of the bed. She groaned as her muscles protested vigorously. She felt as if she had been hitting the gym hard for hours. She sat for a moment, stretching and rolling her shoulders. She looked down, between her thighs as she felt some of their combined juices trickle out onto the inside of her thigh. She looked up. She was alone, Chuck had left the bedroom to order the room service and after a pause she collected the slippery mixture, testing its texture between her thumb and fingers. She glanced at the door, checking to make sure Chuck wasn't returning and then, out of curiosity and a wickedly thrilling sense of doing something she had a short while considered taboo, stuck her fingers into her mouth and sucked them clean. She had tasted their combined juices on his cock, but this was a lot more powerful, not so diluted by time. She savored the taste, cataloguing its nuances and texture as she swirled it around her tongue before swallowing. She felt somehow naughty and sluttish doing so, but she liked the sensation. She rose, finding her legs steady enough to carry her only after a slight moment of trembling and made her way to the bathroom. Blair took her time in the shower, letting the steaming hot water refresh her and pelt life back into her tired muscles. She eventually got out and dried off before grabbing one of the thick, fluffy white robes from where Chuck had said they'd be. The material felt good on her freshly washed skin. She grabbed another towel and wrapped it around her wet hair. The food had arrived while she was in the shower and delicious, mouth-watering aromas assailed her nose as she stepped out of the bedroom. Chuck had lifted the lids off half a dozen serving dishes set over two service trolleys revealing a selection of both hot and cold finger foods. She piled a plate full of her selections and joined him on the opposite side of the table he was seated at. He poured her a glass of Chrystal and she accepted it gratefully as she wolfed down her first mouthful of food. They ate in comfortable silence, her pace becoming more sedate once she had blunted the edge of her raging appetite. He finished his more modest plate and then rose and went back to one of the service carts. Blair didn't pay him too much attention until he returned and with a flourish presented her with a banana split sundae. "Your dessert, Madame." He quipped with a rather over done fo-french accent and she flashed him a smile. "How did you know?" she queried. "That its your favorite, but that you almost never allow yourself to have it?" he asked, playfully seeking unnecessary clarification. "Yes." She acknowledged a little sharply. "Why does he always have to make things so complicated?" she asked herself. His lips, quirked slightly into one of his trademark, smug, knowing smiles. "Just... Just a lucky guess." He answered, but his tone said differently. The dessert he had presented her was just too tempting and inviting for to bother rising to his bait and she pushed away her plate and drew it to her reaching for a spoon at the same time. "Where's yours? You know I'm not sharing." She queried, preparing her first spoonful. His smile widened to a grin. "Oh... I'll get down to mine in a moment, Blair." He informed her. She looked at him sharply; his suddenly honey tone making her suspicious. "Chuck?" she queried, dragging out his name with a warning note as he sank to his knees and with a tug angle her chair slightly away from the table before reaching for the belt of her robe. "No... Chuck... I'm still a little... I... Ohhhhhhhh." She tried to stop him without much conviction as he gently parted her robe and then pulled her closer to the edge of her seat. Her protest ended in a soft moan as he ran his tongue lightly, gently through her folds and onto her clit. He looked up at her. "Sit back and enjoy your dessert while I enjoy mine." He suggested and lowered his head to kiss and then tongue bath her clit with soft, warm, wet lapping strokes. She sighed as gentle waves of pleasure crept into her belly and she relaxed her thighs, letting him spread them further apart while his fingers started massaging them with rhythmic pressure. "Bon apetite." She breathed as he started to eat her out with expert skill and she shifted a little further forward to press more firmly into his mouth. It took effort, but she did manage to find the co-ordination to bring her spoon to her mouth and combine the enjoyment of the decadent, dessert with the delicious pleasure his mouth was giving her. He lapped lightly through her folds leaving a tingling trail of buzzing nerves behind his wriggling tongue before nursing at her clit with gentle suction from his lips and swirling pressure from his tongue that sent electric shocks of delightful sensation snaking up and around her spine. These surges made her channel tense and flex against itself, causing her to expel her hot, lubricating cream, which he lapped up on his next pass. Blair could feel the tension building in the pit of her stomach that made her belly quiver and tremble periodically and made her breath shudder from her lungs as she moaned and her hips began to undulate again his pleasure-giving mouth. She abandoned any attempt to continue eating her sundae and let her head loll back, the towel coming free and her damp hair spilling out behind her as she closed her eyes to better enjoy his oral talents as his tongue delved deeper, tickling her most intimate fancy. Her head snapped up, her eyes popped open and she uttered a soft cry of dismay and than whined his name in dissatisfaction as he sudden stopped and lifted his head. He chuckled and licked his lips, collecting her cream that had gathered there, his chin and cheeks glistening with it too. He collected some off his chin onto his thumb and then sucked his digit clean. "Yummy." He commented. She sputtered inarticulately at how callously he had interrupted her growing pleasure and the imminent climax it heralded. "Oh relax, Blair. You're just so hot down there, I thought I'd get you to cool down for a moment." He explained. She drew in a breath to tell him to stop being an ass and get back to what he was doing when he scooped some of the ice cream from her sundae up with his fingers and unceremoniously plopped it onto her clit. She gasped and then hissed out the rest of her breath as the cold actually stung her sensitive pearl. "What the Fu..." she started, but the expletive died on her lips to be replaced a drawn out moan as he swooped down and the heat of his mouth and the coldness of the ice cream mixed on her sensitive bundle of nerves. The strange, newness of contrasting sensations made her stomach flutter and added a unique nuance to his already impressive oral skills as he went to work on her in earnest. As, good as, his surprise move had been, she had no intension of letting him stop again until she had climaxed and she wound the fingers of her hand into his hair, cupping the back of his head. He certainly didn't need any guidance as his tongue once again danced through her folds, tunneled into her channel and flicked her clit, but she felt reassured by the fact that she would be able to bring some counteractive control to bare should he decide to toy with her again. She cupped and squeezed her breast with her other hand, feeling the hard nub of her nipple press into her palm as he spent less time lapping between her folds and concentrated more of his time and effort on her clit. She could feel the tight heaviness in her belly grow to the point of taut vibration where her flesh was barely able to contain the roiling erotic energies, some of which were already trickling their insidious way into her nerves and muscles, making her quiver and twitch. She moaned and whimpered as she trapped her full lower lip behind her teeth, pressing so hard she was surprised she didn't draw blood as she tried to stay ahead of her impending climax, to hold it at bay just that little bit longer and enjoy the delight of its building pressure for a few moments more before giving in to the sensory overload of her climax that would make her too sensitive for him to comfortably continue. Blair had to release her lip. She felt slightly light headed with the combination of intense pleasure and the lack of air from breathing only through her nose. It proved to be a complete release as he sucked at her, swirled his tongues around her clit and applied pressure to the area just behind it with his teeth all at the same time, causing her to swear with the intensity of the stimulus and then cry out hoarsely as her climax breached her fragile control and burst though her with muscle tensing ferocity. Her hand clutched at her breast and his head as her butt and small of her back clenched, grinding her into his mouth to send further surges chasing after the first. She shuddered with misfiring muscles and her sex twisted, flexed and writhed against itself, squeezing her juices from her in a heavy torrent. She heard him sputter for a moment and then her was drinking down her nectar as if he were in a desert dying of thirst. Her thighs tried to snap closed, but e=were held at bay by his strong hands. She noticed this almost absently as the waves of her orgasm crashed across her senses in wildfire delight leaving her skin hot and tingly, her heart racing and her mouth wide open as she panted for breath. She trembled sporadically as aftershocks continued to rack her body as she managed to relax her hands. He lifted his face from between her legs, grinning, his face wet with her juices. He made to lower his head again, but she tightened her fingers in his hair pulling him up short. "Enough!" she panted simply and his grin evolved into a self-satisfied and smug smirk. "Sure?" he taunted her and she gave his head a swift tug making him grimace, but not wiping an iota of smugness from his expression "Yes." She confirmed as primly as she could and he chuckled, rising to his feet. He leaned forward, placing his hand on the chair back and before she could react pressed his lips to hers. The scent of her climax was suddenly strong in her nostril and augmented the taste from his lips as she opened hers under his and let his tongue deliver the flavor of her sex cream into her mouth. He broke the kiss with a light nip to her lower lip. "As long as you're sure." He harped playfully and despite herself she grinned as he gently closed her robe and retired the belt. "You're a wicked man, Chuck Bass." She informed him as he sat back down in the chair opposite her. "No need for flattery, Blair. We can do that and oh so many other things when ever you like." He countered as he poured them each another flute of Chrystal. Blair leaned forward, cradling the glass in her hand. "Do you mean that, Chuck?" she asked, searching his eyes and suddenly desperate to know that he was being sincere. He made a show of studying the champagne, his face becoming distorted through the liquid as he held it up between them. He lowered the glass and looked her straight in the eye. "There might be some stipulations, and some of those dramatics we talked about before, and it might not always be what you expect, but, yes, Blair. We can be lovers as often as you like." He replied, his eyes steady and unblinking. The tip of her tongue piqued out from between her lips and the retreated and then she lightly touched her glass to his in a salute that cemented their agreement. TO BE CONTINUED