The Blair Itch Project

TITLE: The Blair Itch Project

AUTHOR: Midknight

CHAPTER: 1 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

Blair groaned as she drew up her knees and curled into a little foetal ball, her hand still trapped between her thighs and her pillow crushed to her chest. Her satin nightshift clung to, and whispered against her skin as she moved. "Why didn't it work?" she asked herself for the third night running as her breathing slowly returned to normal. A week had passed since she had lost her virginity to Chuck Bass in the back of a limousine and she had managed to avoid him since. But, that night had changed her. She was suddenly very aware of sex and how it seemed to permeate everything. Well, at least in her head. Her curiosity was running rampant. She had almost gone into one of those adult movie stores the day before, but had been too afraid that someone might see or recognise her. She wasn't horny. Waldorf women were ladies and didn't get horny, but she couldn't stop thinking about it, about sex, about how... and... There she went again. She did all the things a maturing girl learned to do to keep herself satisfied, but it just didn't seem to work the way it used to. It was good and she enjoyed it and she got off, but five minutes later the itch was back. She was constantly plagued by flashbacks and remembered sensations at the strangest of times. She couldn't look at a limousine without getting damp. It was embarrassing and worse yet, it made her feel as if she were losing control. She needed someone to blame and she settled on Chuck and, as such, she decided he had to be the one to fix it. Besides, he was the only one she could really tell, anyway.

She stood in front of his door and lifted her clenched hand for the fifth time to knock. Her knuckles hovered over the wood of the door and she flinched back slightly when it suddenly opened. "Hi, Blair. Come in." Chuck told her, turning and walking back into the room without waiting for her. She stood frozen for a moment, having the strange feeling that crossing his threshold was somehow illicit, and a little frightening. She watched his retreating back until he turned and almost through himself into a plush, leather recliner that faced the door, from the other side of the room. He rested his elbows on the armrests and put his fingertips together, resting his chin lightly on the steeple they created and stared at her calmly. "This is ridiculous." She chided herself and willed her feet to turn and walk away. to the elevator at the end of the hallway and home. Instead, she stepped into his hotel suite and softly shut the door behind her. The soft click of the lock sliding into place seemed loud and out of place in the silence of the room. The wood of the door felt cool against her shoulders and back through the cotton of the simple, stylish sundress she wore, as she leaned against it.

His eyes narrowed slightly as they considered each other from across the room. She had intended to rant, rave and rage at him, but all she could think about was the last time they had been alone together. She suppressed a groan as her sex clench against itself and she felt a surge of liquid heat flood into it and onto her folds. Her nipples scraped against the cups of her bra with a ticklish tingle as they swelled, lengthened and hardened with arousal. She watched his slight smile become a knowing, wolfish grin and his head tilt to the side. "My bed is through there." He said his voice soft, but clear in the silence of the room and gestured to a doorway to the left of his seat. "Or..." he continued and gestured to the thick carpet in front of him, spreading his hands as if presenting it to her. His expression was smug, calculating, impudent and challenging all at the same time. "Why? Why did I come here?" she asked herself angrily, knowing the answer, but not quite ready to accept that she had come in search of what he was so blatantly and calmly offering her.

She licked her lips nervously, her heart pounding in her chest, her hands clenching at her sides as her dignity fought a losing battle with her growing arousal and her newly awoken desires and curiosity. He unfolded from the chair and she almost took a step back when he stalked closer to her. His movements seemed deliberate and predatory and she felt almost like prey, which was a very, very unfamiliar feeling for Blair. Their eyes met for a moment and she actually felt herself tremble slightly as he brushed past her and then turned to stand behind her. She could feel the heat of him radiating against her back and his breath tickled her neck through her hair. She didn't quit gasp, but it was close when he rested his hands lightly on her shoulders. She felt him step closer, his forearms pressing against her back and his tickling breath was now hot against the shell of her ear. "The carpet's thick, soft and lots of fun, but the bed is softer, more comfortable and lots of fun too." He informed her, his voice a purred growl in her ear as he slid the thin straps of her dress off the rounded curves of her shoulders. Blair felt her breath shudder in her chest and she felt both hot and cold as her sex again twisted against itself, expelling her cream to wet her already damp panties. She closed her eyes, seeking solace in the darkness behind her eyelids, but all it did was make his touch and presence all the more vivid.

His hands slid down her arm and then left her skin, causing her to open her eyes once more. She felt a tug n the back of her dress and then the metallic his of its zipper being pulled down. She wanted to tell him to stop, to turn and slap him, to stalk out of there with her head held high, to tell him to go to hell. His smugness, his dominance and over-confidence was an affront, an insult which the Blair Waldorf of a week ago would have never brooked, but here she stood, teetering on the brink of surrender as her body betrayed her. She took a deep breath. "Take me to bed, Chuck." She told him, her hands clenching one last time, her nails digging into her palm before she let them relax as she breathed out slowly. His chuckle was triumphant as well as suggestive and with a slight downward tug her dress flowed down her body to puddle around her sandals. The air tantalised her exposed skin as she stood in only her bra, panties and sandals. "Why don't you lead the way?" he suggested and nipped lightly at her earlobe, his hands resting lightly on the curved slopes where her slim waist met her hips. She realised that it wasn't so much a suggestion as a test, a show of her surrender and understanding of his dominance. This simple act was designed to make it clear to her that she was the one who had come to him, that whatever happened next, it was of her choosing and that he had power over her and to get what she wanted she would have to bend to his will. As, much as she wanted to rail against that fact, as much as it galled her, she knew, without a shadow of a doubt that it was true and with an internal groan she succumbed to her desires and took the first tentative step toward his bedroom.

His hands stayed on her hips, his breath warm against her neck as she walked into his bedroom and to the foot of the large king size bed where he gently pulled her up short. His hands slid up her sides, and ribs, his fingers lightly massaging her skin and then they disappeared. Her bra tightened, for a moment, squeezing her breasts in their lacy cups and pressing her straining nipples back against the swollen mushroom caps of her areola. She let out a throaty sign when the pressure from the supportive and restraining undergarment suddenly vanished all together. She felt his breath grow warmer and then the warm, wet oval of his mouth touched her shoulder with a sucking kiss. His teeth nipped slightly at her skin as he worked his mouth from her neck to the curve of her shoulder. She pressed back against him and felt the bulge in his pants nestle between her ass cheeks through the thin lace of her panties. His mouth pushed the one strap of her bra off the curve of her shoulder and his fingers the other and the lacy undergarment slid down her arms to fall to the floor. She heard him sniff her skin, his nose lightly brushing against her neck. "You always smell so damn good." Chuck commented and she didn't really know what to say in reply.

His arms slid around her, the soft cotton of his shirt sliding coolly along her skin, one, under her breasts, the other over her belly. She rested her weight back against him, seeking the warmth and tactile sensation of his body pressing against her back. He turned her to the left. The situation felt completely surreal to her, as if she were floating in a daydream as she found herself looking at her reflection in a full length. His face peered from behind her shoulder, his expression hungry and calculating. "You know you're a beautiful girl, don't you, Blair?" he asked. "Don't be modest. You know it's true." He continued. His voice was a sibilant whisper in the shell of her ear, mesmerising as she watched his hands in the mirror and felt them on her skin as his long fingers drew abstract patterns on her taut belly and occasionally dipped under the waistband of her panties, while the other lightly traced the lower curve and sides of her breast leaving echoes of sensation behind them. Blair nodded slowly, unable to trust her voice. His touch and tone were wreaking havoc on her body, in the most delicious way. Her sex clenched and ground against itself, her panties weren't damp, they were wet and so was she. Her nipples tingled to the point of near-aching as they seemed to strain against the restraints of her skin.

"I know what you want, Blair." He informed her, his voice an animal growl and he slid his hand into her panties almost roughly, his fingers scraping through her soft pubes, his short fingernails on the skin below. His fingers brushed her clit, sending a shock of sensation through her, followed by more heavy surges as his long fingers rubbed back and forth through her swollen, sensitive folds. His palm cupped her mound with warm pressure and where his fingers joined his palm, rubbed her clit and the raised hood from which it peeked. She let out a long almost whimpering moan as she undulated against him, torn between pressing against the throbbing bulge against her ass and his pleasure giving hand. She watched his hand in the mirror, shifting and stretching the material of her panties as he pleasured her and shifted her stance to widen it and give him better access. Pleasure washed through her and she made a little cry and her hands grabbed fistfuls of his pants as he brought his other hand to bear on one of her breasts with firm pressure and tweaking, fondling fingers. She craned her neck around as far as she could and he shifted until she could find his lips and they kissed hungrily, tongues sliding and lips sucking. Two of his fingers worked their way inside her and her snatch clutched at them, eager to have something firm to press against. She broke the kiss, parting, her heaving chest pressing her breasts into his hand as he shifted from fondling one to the other. Even, with her head turned to kiss him, she couldn't take her eyes off their reflection and the erotic sight of Chuck pleasuring her.

Her reserve splintered and the last of her pride melted like a mist before the heat of her desire. She wanted more, needed more. "Fuck me, Chuck! Please!" she pleaded, her voice taking on a whining note she never, ever expected to hear coming from her own lips. She could see smug satisfaction in his dark eyes as he deliberately bit at her shoulder and she didn't care. "Are you sure, Blair? Maybe I was wrong. Maybe we should stop?" he asked, both his hands working faster and harder as he spoke, making a lie of his question. She moaned and whimpered at his increased onslaught on her senses. Her mind only seemed to work intermittently between the jolts of pleasure his hands were driving into her body and through her senses. He was too good at this. He was toying with her, taunting her, holding her at the edge of completion. He wanted her to beg and she could stop herself. "Please, Chuck, I'm sure. I want you to... to fuck me. Please. I'll..." She begged, pressing and grinding back against the bulge in his pants to encourage him. "You'll?" he prompted, his hands slowing. She whined. "Anything you want!" she almost shouted, surrendering the last of her dignity and finally admitting defeat. "Remember you said that." He told her, his tone containing steel and a dark, but thrilling promise. She felt a shiver race down her spine.

He pulled his fingers from her sex and her panties and she could see them glisten wetly in the mirror. His fingers hooked around the waistband of the lace undergarment and with a swift, sharp tug and the sound of ripping lace he tore them from her. She gasped. stunned as he held up the scrap of lace. "When you come here next, don't bother with these." He informed her before tossing her ruined panties off to the side. Blair was shocked at his matter-of-fact tone and confident certainty that she would come to him again. She was Blair Waldorf, she could hardly believe she was giving in to his dominance now, much less that she would do so again and by his smug tone not just once more either. Her pride wanted to make a stand, to defy him, but as the saying goes: "The spirit is willing, but the flesh is weak, or in this case in desperate aroused need." And when he told her to climb onto the bed and stay on her hands and knees, she complied without a single word of protest.

She was facing away from him and had to turn her head to see him in the mirror. She watched him undo his shirt and shrug it off and then undo his belt and pants. She could see his cock tent the front of his boxers with out the restraining support of his pants and licked her dry lips as she saw him pull the waistband of his boxers forward to free his long, thick prick and allow them to join his pants around his ankles. He grinned wolfishly into the mirror, showing her that he was aware of her scrutiny. The bed shifted as he crawled onto it behind her. She shivered slightly with anticipation as he fondled her buttocks with firm squeezes. He moved his hands onto her hips, his thumbs kneading the small of her back. She feels him shift and then the warm pointed tip of his cock pressed against the pucker of her anus. She froze, sudden fear gripping her even through the barrage of pleasure and need she was experiencing. He pressed forward slightly and she flinched. His chuckle was wicked. "Maybe next time." He told her, his voice drifting down to her. His right hand left her hip along with the presence of his dickhead at the entrance to her ass. She released a breath she didn't realize she was holding.

"You're thinking about it now, aren't you?" he asked. " What it would feel like? How you would react? Wondering if you might even like it?" he continued, his voice thick as he slid his dickhead up and down between her moist, engorged folds. She had lowered her head and her vision obscured by the dark curtain of her hair and her mind was indeed contemplating those things, unbidden and unstoppable. "Damn him!" she thought angrily. "How could he know?" she asked herself even as her snatch clenched in response to the nearness of his throbbing member as he found her entrance. She let out a sharp gasp as he drove into her, her body moving forward with the strength of his thrust until she could properly brace herself. Air hissed through her clenched teeth as his thick cock knifed into her, with steady unrelenting pressure as he parted and stretched her resisting flesh. His hands on her hips pulled her back onto him until his hips crashed into her buttocks and she heard him grunt above her as he grinded against her. Her sex clenched and flooded around him, adjusting to his invasion as he rocked back and forth inside her. She found herself blinking rapidly as she tried to process the sensations rocketing through her as pain at his rapid, forceful invasion and the pleasurable friction it caused intertwined confusingly. She realised with a shock, unlike in the limo, that this time, there was nothing between him and her and she could feel him hot and throbbing, skin against flesh.

She felt his fingers bite into the skin of her hips as he pulled back, drag his length back out of her. Her fingers gathered fistfuls of the bedclothes under them and she braced her self in anticipation of his thrust. He toyed with her, letting the moment draw out, keeping just his head inside her. The strong grip of his hands on her hips kept her from pushing back to initiate deeper penetration. Blair continued to try and press back and his deep, throaty chuckle only made her frustration worse. He caught her off guard when he did finally power forward against her thrusting hip and she threw her head back with a startled cry as he slammed into her. She felt the air rush out of her and then she was panting rapidly. Her pussy felt like it was on fire and her sex cream was jet fuel that drove it to blaze hotter.

His hands slid from her hips and hooked over her shoulders and he started screwing her with hard, short, steady strokes, pulling her back onto him. Their bodies made a wet slapping noise each time her buttocks crashed into his pelvis, sending shockwaves through the firm globes and through her body. His breathing was loud but steady above her, hers was ragged and she sucked in air through her nose and mouth. She moaned and let out little gasps as his cock hammered pleasure into her with each jarring stroke. Pleasure overcame pain and she found herself pressing back against his thrust with arms that were soon quivering with the exertion of holding her up and bracing her against his onslaught. "This... is... so... fucking... great!" he exclaimed above her, punctuating each word with a hard, powerful thrust. "Yes!... Yes!!... Yes!!! You fucking bastard!" she responded, shocking herself with her vulgarity. She could feel sweat popping up on her hot skin and trickle along her flexing back and over her chest and between her cleavage. Her firm breasts jiggled and swayed, rubbing against each other on a thin layer of sweat with the transferred energy and momentum of their colliding bodies. She feels her arms starting to give and desperately grabs a pillow and hugs it to her chest, curling around it to keep her ass raised to his fucking cock.

He rose higher somehow, changing the angle of his penetration, touching new parts of her. He gathered her hair into one of his fists, the other remaining on her shoulder and she cried out as he pulled back, dragging her head up sharply as he used them as reigns while he rode her. Words of encouragement and ecstasy along with primal, animal sounds tumble from her mouth as if expelled by the force of his pounding cock. Blair was lost in a haze of desire and pleasure. Her senses reeled, her world narrowing to the feel of Chuck's cock driving in and out of her and the tight ball of energy that was growing in the pit of her stomach in response. Fingers of electricity arched out from the growing ball of her orgasm to make her muscles shudder and her spine arch as it tested her ability to keep it contained. She gives herself over to herself and him. Her voice is a strange alien thing that whimpers and pleads with him not to stop. He is panting heavily above her now, his strokes shorter, but faster and just as hard. His fingers twist in her hair, bending the smooth column of her neck. Pain and pleasure strike like random bolts of sheet lightning through her nerves, feeding the ball of energy that is her orgasm, driving it crazy, making it batter at her weakening defences, more of it's power seeping into her causing her muscles to misfire and her skin to tingle. He leans over her, his chest pressing hotly against her shoulder blade, his breath hot on her neck and ear. "God... You're fucking beautiful." He whispers in his ear and the strain and desire in his voice sends a shiver down her spine.

She is almost shocked when she feels a moment of pure calm as she feels him draw back once more, his cock dragging back through her moist, tight flesh. Her world and the understanding of what she is feeling comes into sharp focus before all is shattered by his next powerful thrust which makes her climax burst through her body in waves of blinding blasts of intense pleasure. She thinks she may have screamed his name, but the only thing she is sure of is that she did scream as her body shuddered and her sex clamped down on the hard flesh of his pumping cock. She hears him grunt and hoarsely call her name, still driving his thick shaft into the tightly clenched flesh of her channel, as if from along way away, barely audible over the pounding of her blood in her ears. The added friction makes her orgasm flare again, making her whimper as over-sensitized nerves jangle and spark with ecstatic energy. She groans as she feels him expand inside her, pressing against her intimate flesh before she feels the heat of his seed joining her own juices in hot spurts. Her body goes tense, muscles locking as her sex rhythmically clenches around his solid resistant shaft, milking him.

She understands now that what she had been doing to herself had merely be a form of release, letting off just enough steam to keep herself going when what she needed was this mind-blowing explosion of complete surrender. "He knew. He knew. He knew." The thought repeated itself, reverberating through her mind to the staccato, wild, rushing beat of her heart hammering in her chest before she let go of all thought and immersed herself completely in the pleasurable energy of her orgasm. Almost, as suddenly as it had locked, her body relaxes and she collapses, limp, boneless and twitching to the bed with his weight, warm across her back. After a while he pulls out of her and rolls off her to the side, making her groan as he drags through her sensitive flesh. She rolled onto her side, her back to him, drawing up her legs and curling herself around the pillow she has hugged to her chest. She can feel sweat drying on her skin as she catalogues the last, stray sensations still swirling around her body, her sated mind warmly cocooned in the darkness behind her eyelids. The smell of sex and clean linen tantalise her nose as her breathing slows and returns to normal along with her heartbeat. She can feel the combination of her cream and his cum slowly trickle out of her onto the inside of her thigh, evidence that what had happened was real and not just some desperately needed dream.

She feels the bed shift behind her and then a hand gently caresses her shoulder before she feels the hot bloom of a kiss where her neck meets her shoulder. She murmurs his name, her physical and mental exertion of the last hour or so has taken its toll and combined with her satiation and satisfaction her body urges her to sleep. His hand and lips leave her skin and then she feels the bed shift again. Her eyelids are too heavy to lift, her body too relaxed to allow her to roll over and see what he is doing. After, a moment she feels the covers being pulled over her back and shoulders and without conscious thought she grabs them and draws them more tightly around her. "Sleep, now, Blair. Sleep." She hears his voice softly, from just above her before feeling a light kiss on her hair. She wants to say something, but his soft words are like a strange, seductive command she cannot disobey and she drifts off to sleep.

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