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TITLE: Just Twisted
AUTHOR: Midknight
CHAPTER: 1 of 2
FANDOM: Gossip Girl
SHIP: Vanessa / Chuck
RATING: NC-17
CATEGORY: Erotica
SPOILERS: Season 2 – Episode 20.
SYNOPSIS: WARNING: HERE BE SPOILERS – SEASON 2 – EPSIODE 20. A companion piece to “Who’s Twisted Now?” with Vanessa and Chuck continuing their unique relationship.
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 ONE
Vanessa looked out of the window at the falling snow and the blanketed Manhattan cityscape. She wrapped her arms around her drawn up knees and let her forehead rest against the cool glass, focusing on her reflection as it super imposed itself on the city on the other side of the glass. Large, clear grey eyes looked back at her. “Maybe I can put a time limit on it? Maybe, call it a Winter-fling and when Spring gets here I’ll come to my senses and end it.” She suggested to herself with a heavy sigh before raising her phone up to her eye line. It should already be over. It never should have happened and most definitely not more than once. “What am I thinking?” she asked herself. She activated it and looked at the text message she had received and not returned only an hour ago. “R u free 2nite? C” She read the message out loud as if hearing it would make her know what to do and sighed again.
Her mind drifted back to the previous afternoon. She never thought she’d let anyone do that to her, much less that she would get off on it. After they’d made them selves presentable, they had exited the limousine and she’d let him lead her up to his suite. It felt weird going through the lobby of The Palace. She could have sworn everyone was looking at her, that they were judging her, knew what she had just done in the limousine with Chuck and knew exactly as to why he was all but dragging her along. He, on the other hand just looked haughty and superior and completely oblivious, in other words, just like Chuck Bass.
Yet, all was forgotten when he yanked her into the elevator behind him and into his arms to capture her lips in a deep, hungry kiss. She ground against him as he roughly fondled her ass, her hands winding into and pulling at his hair. “This is madness, glorious madness.” She thought, the thought echoing on the wings of hysterical laughter in her head as they continued to kiss and dry humped even after the door opened at his floor. He had her back at a fever pitch of arousal, as if he hadn’t just made her cum so hard that she’d nearly lost consciousness less than thirty minute ago. There was danger in what she was doing, what she was letting happen, she could see it, but still she found herself surrendering. She could have blamed him, his strangely seductive charm, but she wasn’t that delusional. There would be no happy ending for them, except the sweaty, tangled limbs variety. She knew that, but she liked fucking him and she liked being fucked by him. It was that simple as long as both of them stayed in agreement about it.
“Oh the things I’m going to do to you.” He promised breathily as he just managed to untangle himself from her and catch the doors before they could close completely. He pulled her out of the elevator and they made a weaving, push-and-pull two-step down the corridor, their bodies and lips barely breaking contact as they ricocheted from wall to wall. They stumbled into his suite and he kicked the door closed behind them. The noise of the door slamming hadn’t even faded yet when his eager hands were working at the fastenings of her clothes. He was none too gentle, tugging and pulling and her blouse lost a few buttons, but she liked his frenzied need as they continued to kiss hungrily as he backed them further into the room. She had loosened his tie in the elevator and finished the job before consigning his shirt to the same fate as her blouse. She shucked off her blouse and moaned into his mouth as her ass came up against the edge of a table and he didn’t stop, so that the bulge in the front of his trousers ground against her crotch.
Chuck didn’t even bother to try and unhook her brassier. His fingers simply dug under the cups and pushed them up to free her breast as, sucking hard on her lower lips for a moment, he broke their kiss and sucked and bit his way down to her chest. His hands was warm and his grip firm as he massaged her globes, his thumbs making her taut nipples tingle as he rolled them. He rocked his hips and she rocked hers back so that they dry humped while his sucking lips found one of her turgid peaks and a spike of delicious sensation pulsed into her chest making her gasp and clutch his head to her bosom. Her sex clenched to flex against itself on a fresh, slippery wash of grease as he amped up her arousal by switching from one nipple to the other with wet, breathy sounds of enjoyment. One of his hands grabbed at her ass and then pulled at her thigh to spread her legs as he humped between them.
“Bedroom?” she suggested with a groan as the edge of the table bit into her butt and she found herself more than done with the preliminaries and in need of the main event. She hisses as his teeth clamped down on her nipple for a moment and he pulled and stretched it before lifting his head to look at her. “Oh, we’re so way past that.” He almost growled, licking his lips, his voice vibrating with promise that was both thrilling and scary with its intensity. “Is that so?” she challenged him and she watched a grin slide onto his face as he chuckled. Vanessa gasped in surprise as with unexpected quickness he grasped her hips and spun her around before his hand found her neck with undeniable strength and bend her forward. He looked deceptively soft, but he had a lean, hardness to him. She braced her hands on the cool wood and struggled to straighten up out of instinct more than anything else, not liking being dominated. He brushed her hair aside and nipped at her neck. “Just go with it… I promise you’ll like it.” He purred against the shell of her ear and she nearly managed to fight the urge to growl at his self-confident arrogance.
He gave her a smoky chuckle as he had to pull his head back when her teeth clicked together and he narrowly escaped getting bitten when she craned her neck and he came in for a kiss. His weight was hot across her back and she could feel him throbbing against her denim-clad ass as she tried to buck him off her. His teeth nipped at the side of her neck and he continued to bare down on her until her breasts flattened against the cool, smooth wood of the table making her taut nipples feel like hot little coals in comparison. “Oh, simmer down, Woman. You know you’re going to enjoy this.” He commanded and then rationalized for her benefit that only made her renew her struggles. His lips vibrated against her skin as he let out a deep, low, rumbling laugh. “I like the way you wriggle.” He told her and ground harder against her behind as she stilled. “I’ll be nice if you will and stay where you are?” he proposed, easing up on his grip.
“Can you ever be nice, Bass?” she shot back over her shoulder, but acquiesced to his request as his grip became a massaging flex and he started to trail his lips down between her shoulder blade. She moaned softly and rolled her shoulders as he nipped at her skin and then swirled his tongue over it as he moved lower. His hands followed his mouth and then sped ahead to curl around her waist to attacked her pants. The snaps on her jeans popped as he roughly pulled her pants open and then his fingers were digging, pressing into her flesh and working their way under the waist band of her panties so that he could yank them both off her hips and down her legs. He growled in dissatisfaction as he found that her boots made it impossible for him to completely strip her naked. Vanessa made her own sound of dissatisfaction as his hands and lips left her as he backtracked and worked on undoing and removing her boots.
He only bothered with one, tossing it aside and lifting her foot to slide the leg of her pants and panties off. When he lowered her foot, he also widened her stance before his hands slid up her calf. She twitched when he touched the back of her knees and she could only imagine the look on his face as he then explored the same area with his tongue and she tried to fight the reaction to the ticklish sensation. His hands blindly continued up, caressing and massaging the backs of her thighs until they found the firm globes of her buttocks. She made a sound she had never made before, something that was part moan and part giggle as she tried to press her ass into his welcomed touch and move her legs away from his swiping flicking tongue at the same time. She heard him chuckle and then the heat of his breath and the wet slither of his tongue mo0ved on and higher.
He explored the curves of her ass in exquisite detail, testing its firmness with flexed, squeezing digits, his face so close that his breath heated the parts his hands didn’t. “Goddamn, Vanessa, You have one fine ass.” He complimented her and she strained to crane her neck further over her shoulder to see the expression that went with those words, but she couldn’t see him. That was most likely a turn-on for him, having her not being able to see him, to keep her in suspense about what he was going to do next and unable to read him. She worried lightly at her lower lip as she realized that he wasn’t the only one turned on by the situation. Then, all thought stuttered to a temporary halt as the heat of his breath moved and then his tongue was lashing through her swollen, open folds. Her grip tightened on the edge of the table and a long, whining moan escaped her lips as her sex constricted, rubbing against itself and propelling a fresh, slippery gush of moisture towards the tongue that created the pulse of pleasure that shot into her loins and rippled out along her nerves.
Chuck continued to massage her ass he brought sucking lips to bare as well as his talented tongue as he made occasional forays to suckle at and flick the buzzing button of her exposed clit. “Chuck Bass might be a world-class asshole, but he sure knew how to eat pussy.” She admitted to herself while promising that she’d never acknowledge that to his face. His mouth was quickly building delicious tension in her loins, but at the same time the steady rhythm of his hands on her behind was strangely relaxing. He feasted on and pleasured her making her breathing speed-up, yet she managed to keep control of it while she moaned and gasped breathily and squirmed in reaction to what he was doing. At first, she thought she was imagining it, but his thumb kept brushing across and even circling the rosebud of her asshole with a regularity that started to feel less and less accidental. The sensation wasn’t unpleasant, just new and a little unnerving as it mixed with the pleasure from his mouth, but she was also very aware of who it was who was doing it.
She had to swallow hard and take a deep breath through her nose before she could find her voice as his tongue delved deeper and he sucked harder. Her suspicions growing as he increased the pressure and frequency of his touch. “Chuck, what are you doing?” she asked, lifting her head to look over her shoulder. His tongue paused and then lifted from her and she immediately missed the erotic connection. “You don’t like it?” he infuriatingly answered her question with one of his own. “No… I…” she started to reply honestly and then his tongue was back and her words became a moan as he rapidly lapped at her clit and pleasure rocketed into her. The wonderful sensation was so distracting that she didn’t even notice that his grip on her buttocks changed and that he was spreading her cheeks as his tongue slithered through her folds and kept going. Vanessa froze as his tongue replaced his thumb and then applied wet, warm and pointed pressure. “What the fuck!” she exclaimed as she started to rise while her ass clenched, but he had her pinned against the edge of the table and he was able to stop her with a strong hand slayed open on the small of her back and the best she could do was rise up onto her elbows.
“Stop! Stop it!” she cried out in a panic and struggled to push herself up and him away as he rimmed her clenched asshole. One minute he was holding her in place, negating her struggles and then his hands and tongue gone. She stumbled back against him when she suddenly found herself free and then scrambled to turn around and face him. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” she shouted at him, the heat of anger flushing her cheeks and overriding the lingering echoes of pleasure. He was lying on his side on the floor. He was shirtless and in slacks that couldn’t hide his obvious arousal and she realized she must have knocked him off his knees. But, he had that infuriatingly innocent smile on his glistening lips that was anything but innocent that stoked the fire of her anger and added to her confusion. “To paraphrase Captain Cock: I was getting you warmed up so that I could go where no man has gone before.” He enigmatically explained. “What?” she asked, confusion blunting her anger. “It’s a porn slash Star Trek reference.” He added unhelpfully and she narrowed her eyes at him.
“Chuck, you tried to stick your tongue in my ass. What the fuck?” she tried to make her query clearer. “It’s a prelim for fingers and eventually my dick. It’s considered impolite just to try and stick it in without laying a little ground work first, you know? I’m not a complete barbarian.” he explained himself in a casual, matter-of-fact tone. She actually felt her jaw drop as she stared at him incredulously. “What?” the question came out as a hoarse whisper and she actually backed up, knocking into the table when he got to his feet. “You, me, anal sex. I’d like to be your first, make sure it gets done right, and show you how good it can be.” He explained again in voice that was way too even and filled with confidence for what he was saying. “What?” she repeated the question as if it were the only word she knew while the idea slowly sank into and became entrenched in her consciousness. He frowned as part of her realized the extent of her nudity compared to his and she brought her arm up to cover her breasts, her hand clutching at her arm while the hand of that arm covered her crotch.
Chuck ran his hand through his dark hair as he looked at her speculatively. “Shit.” He swore softly, but with feeling and ducked his head. “I… Sorry, I guess I misjudged you… I mean… The situation… I was sure you’d at least be curious enough to try it and I...” He haltingly apologized, actually sounding sincere before raising his eyes back to hers. She would have been surprised if her mind wasn’t completely filled by what he was proposing. The problem was she was freaked, true, but he wasn’t entirely wrong she was curious about it and there was the catch twenty-two. If he had been less Chuck Bass they might have talked about it and seen what happened and she would have been all logical and have chickened out, but because he was Chuck Bass, weirdly enough, she wasn’t just dismissing the whole idea and telling him to go fuck himself. She still wanted to tell him to go fuck himself, but…
She realized with a start that they were staring at each other and that the only thing she’d said for the last several minutes had been “What?”. She drew in a deep breath, held it and then let it out in a rush. “What… I mean, who says I haven’t…” she started but her words petered out as he tilted his head and his eyebrow arched to create an “are-you-really-even-going-there” expression. His eyes narrowed and the speculation returned. He stepped forward, his eyes holding hers as he brushed the hand at her crotch aside. “Always the constant surprise.” He murmured as he curled his fingers in amongst her folds and caressed the pearl of her clit. Her breath shuddered as he slowly, gently fingered and frigged her at the same time. She watched as he lifted his glistening fingers from her, inspected them and them popped them into his mouth to suck them clean. “You can’t stop thinking about it now, can you?” he softly accused, his smug smile returning as he gently freed her hand from her arm and she let it fall limply to her side, no longer hiding herself from him. He leaned in, not quite touching her with his lips just an inch from her ear. “I will make it feel so good, I promise.” He informed her with an intense whisper and then straightened up so that they were again staring at each other.
“Fuck you, Chuck.” She whispered into his face and his smug smile just widened. “Oh you will, My Sweet Vanessa, you will.” He responded his voice filled with smoky, honeyed promise before stepping back and then around her and she turned in place to keep track of him. “I’m going through that door, it’s my bedroom door. You can follow me or you can get dressed and go through that door,” and he pointed to his suite door, “And, we both end the evening masturbating while imagining what might have been. I don’t want you to do anything you don’t want to do and I won’t lie to you either. It will be uncomfortable, at first, it will hurt some, it’s unavoidable, but I think I can get you through that and help you to like, hell love and enjoy it.” He proposed and coaxed, his smug smile fading and his eyes serious. She knew manipulation when she saw and heard it, but little echoes of his touch still trickled through her aroused body and he was right, she couldn’t stop thinking about it, her imagination running riot.
“There’s no middle ground, it’s either or?” she asked plaintively, stalling as she tried to sort through her chaotic swirl of emotions and feeling to find the answer inside herself. For, the first time she saw him falter, his teeth worried at his lower lip for a moment and then his tongue made a quick, nervous circuit of them. “For tonight, I think so... I know who I am, you know who I am and we both know what I want right now. Would I be satisfied with anything less? Do you think I’d stop trying even if it fucked up this thing we’ve started?” he stated and then started throwing questions at her, his voice rising, suddenly angry and almost accusatory and she could see his chest rise and fall, heaving with the sudden burst of emotion. She didn’t think the anger was directed at her and the rawness of his sudden outburst caused a strange flutter in her belly and made her want to drop her eyes away from his.
“And, you don’t want to fuck this, it up?” she asked although she wasn’t quite sure which answer she wanted. His mouth opened as if he was about to answer, but then he abruptly turned away from her. “It’s your choice, Vanessa. If you don’t come through this door after,” he paused and then shrugged, “Ten minutes, I’ll call down and Arthur will be waiting to take you home or where ever you want to go.” He told her over his shoulder, his hand on the doorknob of his bedroom door. She couldn’t see his face as he paused for a moment longer and then opened the door and slipped into the room beyond, closing the door, but leaving it slightly ajar.
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