Constant, But Twisted

TITLE: Constant, but Twisted

AUTHOR: Midknight

CHAPTER: 1 of ?

FANDOM: Gossip Girl

SHIP: Chuck / Vanessa

RATING: NC-17

CATEGORY: Erotica

SPOILERS: Season 2 - Episode 20.

SYNOPSIS: WARNING: HERE BE SPOILERS - SEASON 2 - EPSIODE 20. What happened after Chuck watched Blair leave and Nate talk to Vanessa at Jenny's Sweet Sixteen.

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

Chuck leaned on the railing halfway up the stairs as Vanessa descended to intercept Nate. He loved Nathaniel like a brother, but he just couldn't see what either Blair or Vanessa, for that matter, saw in him. He was a vanilla boy scout and Blair was, well Blair. And then there was Vanessa. He could still feel her soft lips pressed to his during their earlier little impromptu performance for the benefit of Nate and Blair. She was definitely not hard on the eyes with a mane of dark, curly hair and pale mocha skin with large, clear, flashing grey eyes, full lips and a fine, lush figure, and she had an attitude to match her exotic beauty. She was a constant surprise and never afraid to speak her mind, which for Chuck was a rare occurrence when it came to woman. Chuck let his eyes slide down Vanessa's back her smooth skin visible in the open vee of her purple dress, its point guiding him to her pert derrire where he lingered. He watched as Nate leaned in and said something to Vanessa. He saw her tense up and then her shoulders slumped as Nathaniel moved off.

She stood there frozen, the party swirling around her and frowning he sauntered down the stairs. She turned to face him when he lightly touched the smooth curve of her shoulder. "I take it things didn't go well between you and Nathaniel." He surmised and she nodded with a wry smile, in response. He deftly snatched a glass of champagne from a passing server's tray and handed it to her. She tilted her head back and drained the flute in a single gulp. He watched her swallow and his gaze settled on the ample cleavage framed by the frills on the front of her dress. "Bass, serious? Again? It's like you've never seen breasts before." She admonished him as she snatched another glass from a passing waiter. He leaned forward, invading her space, his cheek almost brushing her. "I haven't seen yours... yet. And, that not all I want to see and looking isn't all I want to do either." He whispered, blowing lightly on the shell of her ear.

He waited for her to move away, even braced for a slap. The sound of a soft chuckle falling from her lips caught him off guard. "I haven't had nearly enough to drink for that to work, Chuck." She informed him, lifting the second flute to her lips and draining it as well. He looked at her speculatively. "What if I don't want you drunk?" he queried. "What makes you think I would have you if I wasn't?" she countered. "Misery loves company and I think we could both use the endorphin rush. Besides, I promise I will screw your brains out. References can be provided if you don't believe me." He stated with honest confidence. She laughed, a deep silvery peal that was both bitter and amused. "Well, at least you're honest about who you are and what you want." She told him. "You actually think you can talk me into sleeping with you, because I'm hurt and vulnerable right now." She accused him, a hint of amusement as well as reprimand in her voice.

He frowned. "No... I just thought we're both lonely tonight, the objects of our affections are now off with each other and it might be fun to have a warm body to take our frustrations out on. You're hot and... you intrigue me. I think that in some ways you are not so different from me. You know the difference between sex and love, and when which is needed in which situations. We could each go our separate ways and me, I'll be drunk and passed out before midnight as an exquisite escort leaves, you I guess will have a sleepless night, staring up at your ceiling or we could do what nature dictates of a young man and woman in search of comfort." He explained his point of view, shifting slightly so that he brushed against her breasts and his lips were inches from hers as he spoke.

"You made that up, right on the spot? You're good." She gave him a backhanded compliment. He smirked and shrugged. "I must be insane for even considering this. You're Chuck Bass for crying out loud. I hate you." She said softly, more to herself than for his benefit. "Intense emotions are good, Vanessa. You can use them for all kinds of things." He suggested and she raised an eyebrow in response.

The party was becoming rowdier around them and he noticed that there were a lot more people and not the kind that Serena would have invited. He could see the party was starting to get out of hand. "Vanessa, my room's upstairs, but I don't think we want to be here when this party ends. Would you like to accompany me to my suite at the Plaza?" he offered, her spending the night with him explicitly implied by his tone while remaining unspoken. Her eyes bore into his, but he matched her sparkling, light gaze with his dark one. He felt a thrill that he couldn't read if he'd persuaded her or not as the moment drew out. Her tongue peeked out and ran across her lower lip. He took her hand and led her to the elevator and she let him without a word. He miss called Arthur, letting the phone ring twice before disconnecting, a simple signal for his driver to be ready and waiting.

Chuck pulled Vanessa into the elevator and spun her so that she was between him and the mirrored wall before pressing his body up against hers as the doors shut and he blindly found the button for the lobby. He felt her breasts flatten against his chest and confirmed that she was sans bra as he felt her nipples harden and form peaks against the lined material of her dress and hot little points through the silk of his shirt. He kissed her softly at first, feeling her tense against him before going soft as her mouth opened under his gentle insistence and her hand slid up his back, fingers sliding through his hair to cup his head. Her tongue dueled with his, flicking and swirling together as they deepened the kiss. Vanessa's eyelids dipped, but did not close, she kissed with her eyes open and he took it as a challenge to do the same. She undulated against him, pressing herself against the bulge of his erection. Her lips followed his, trying to maintain the connection as he pulled away when the elevator chimed, indicating that they had reached their destination.

She laughed breathlessly and gathered her dress as he again grabbed her hand and dragged her out of the elevator and passed the startled doorman. He barely registered the growing crowd outside the door as searched the curb for his limo. Arthur honked and Chuck led her to the door he had open by the time they reached him. He assisted her into the limo and couldn't resist letting his hand rest on her ass instead of the small of her back as he did so. "You're a pig, Chuck." She admonished him without malice in her voice. "Never said I wasn't." he quipped back. "To the Plaza, Arthur and pronto." He instructed his driver before he pulled her into his arms.

He expected more resistance, but she surprised him, her tongue slipping into his mouth to wrestle with his. She tugged at his bow tie until it came loose and then her nimble fingers were working at the buttons of his shirt. His hands slid over her back, feeling her muscles shift and flex as she moved against him. He let one hand tangle into her luxurious growth of dark hair while the other went south to fondle her ass. She only undid enough of them to slide her hands onto his skin. Her hand was warm and smooth as they tested the muscles under his skin. Her other hand found its way between them to stroke his dick through his trousers as they sprawled on the back seat making him groan.

The memory of another girl with lighter skin and hair also on that very back seat came into his mind unbidden and he squashed it mercilessly, throwing himself wholeheartedly in the sensation of Vanessa's warm, shifting body, lips and hands, murmuring her name as if to assure himself of her identity as he nuzzled at her neck. Vanessa smelled like cinnamon as he lapped and then sucked at the strong beat of her pulse point. He worked his hand under the hem of her dress and up along the inside of her thigh to cup her sex. She ground into the palm of his hand, heat radiated from her as he rubbed and caressed her through the material of her panties, feeling it grow damp under his firm ministrations. She moaned, her breath tickling his cheek as he increased the pressure and pace of his fingers." That feels good." She commented breathily and he smiled against her skin as she hissed when his thumb circled across her clit. Her nails scraped across his scalp as she dragged her fingers through his hair and guided his lips lower with one hand while she kneaded the tube of his throbbing erection with the other.

He dipped his tongue into the shadowy valley of her cleavage he had been eyeing all evening, pressing his lips to the smooth flesh on either side. He reached for the tie behind her neck, blindly attempting to undo it and get his first glimpse of her breast, but her fingers tighten painfully in his hair stopping him and he raised his eyes to hers in surprise. She had seemed as into this as he was. He can see the hunger burning in her eyes, which confused him, even further. She is breathing hard, her lips swollen and glistening from his kiss. "Not here, Chuck." She whispered, her hand continuing to stroke his cock through his trousers. "Anything you want, Vanessa." He told her as he slid the strap back in place, his eyes searching hers as he licked his lips, still tasting her on them.

"You mean that, don't you?"" she asked, the pink tip of her tongue peeking out between her lips, her head titling slightly in question. "I suppose I do." He admitted after considering her question and leaned forward to capture her lips. They continue to kiss, languid and exploratory, hand lightly stroking and caressing until the limousine comes to a stop. "We're here, Mr. Bass." His driver's voice crackled respectfully through the intercom. They didn't break their kiss cleanly. Her teeth latched onto his lower lip and stretched it as he pulled away. She increased the pressure just before she let go and he grinned as he ran the back of his hand across his mouth. Her chest is heaving just like his and neither have stopped the slow caress of the others sex. "I could tell Arthur to drop you off at home, if that's what you want." He offered, looking down at her. "That's... that's not what I want." She replied, giving him the opening he was looking for. "What do you want, Vanessa?" He breathed, stroking her cheek and tucking a stray lock of her hair out of her face and back behind her ear.

Chuck felt a shiver go through her and for the first time she closed her eyes. He knew what she wanted, but he needed to hear her say it. "Tell me." He urged softly letting his hand go still between her legs. Her eyes opened slowly and blinked once, the edge of her straight white teeth pressing into her lower lip. I want you to take me up to your suite and, how did you put it, screw my brains out." She informed him, her hand cradling his balls and squeezing slightly. He took a deep breath as his dick lurched uncomfortably in the now tight confines of his boxers. "Whatever you want, Vanessa." He repeated and took his hand off her crotch to take hers off his and opening the door, led her out of the limo.

Chuck smiled. Arthur had brought them to the rear entrance of the Plaza and the private elevator that led straight to his floor without having to be told. "See, no one ever has to know." He told her as he punched in the code to activate the elevator. "How many other girls have you brought up here like this?" she enquired curiously. "Not as many as you might think. I usually like to parade my conquests through the lobby. I like the look of jealousy on the men's faces and shock on the women's." he replied honestly. "So you're ashamed of me, I'm not up to your usual standard of... conquest." She commented with amusement as the elevator started to rise. "You're... not a conquest, Vanessa. If you like I'll fuck you right on the front desk. But, I thought this was just between you and me." He responded, placing his hands on either side of her head and leaning forward, his chest barely brushing her breasts, his face less then an inch from hers, his voice low and intense as he forcefully quelled his desire to simply take her right there and then, whether she protested or not.

"You are full of surprises, Chuck Bass. It seems... you intrigue me too." She answered as the elevator came to a stop, chimed and the doors opened. He kept her there, trapped for a moment, here eyes burning into his and then pushed away from the mirrored surface, turning slightly and ushered her through the open doors with a sweeping gesture of his arm. He let her get a few steps ahead of him as he enjoyed the sight of her perfect ass and sassily swaying hips as she made her way down the hallway before he followed. She stopped at his door and he pressed up against her back, deliberately rubbing the bulge tenting the front of his trousers against her ass as he reached around her to open it and planted a kiss on her shoulder.

She entered, but as he made to follow, she thrust a hand out behind her and against his chest. He growled slightly under his breath, growing a little tired of her games and reigning in his desire. Her eyes flashed at him over her shoulder, with sultry promise as she padded into the room, breaking contact with him. He flicked the lights on and followed slowly, giving her the separation she seemed to require, fascinate with the fluid grace with which she moved. He watched as she reached back under her hair and undid the tie behind her neck holding her dress in place and then lower down to unzip it. The dress pooled around her waist, held up only by the flare of her hips and exposing the smooth expanse of her back. Vanessa paused at the doorway to his bedroom and turned slightly to lean against the doorframe, lifting each foot in turn to remove her shoes.

He could just see the curve of one of her breasts and the dark, turgid peak that topped it and he licked his lips in anticipation before shrugged off his jacket and started to undo the rest of the buttons on his shirt while not taking his eyes off her. She was the consummate seductress as she smiled at him over her shoulder as she pushed away from the doorframe and entered his bedroom. He undid his belt and trousers with a sigh of relief as he relieved some of the pressure on his pulsing, straining erection. He sighed again, but in awe and appreciation as Vanessa shimmied and pushed the dress down passed her hips so that it slid down her legs to puddle around her feet, a pool of purple fabric on the plush white carpet. She stepped out of that pool, clad in only a pair of lace panties, the same hue as her dress, a double strand pearl necklace and a come hither look as she turned and sat down on the edge of his bed, her legs unabashedly spread, facing him.

Chuck took up the position she had vacated, leaning against the doorframe and simply drank in her beauty as he undid his cuffs and kicked off his shoes. Her breasts were perky and larger than he had estimated, but still perfect for her lithe, curvy frame. Her nipples were a dark, chocolate brown, the length and diameter of the first joint of his middle finger, perched stiff and proud on puffy mushroom cap areola about the size of quarters and slightly upturned. His fingers fairly itched with the desire to find out what they felt like. "Exquisite." He complimented her simply. "Thank you. Now, are you just going to stand there and stare?" she asked leaning back on her elbows. "For a little while longer, yes." He responded as he pushed his trousers off his hips and let them fall to the floor. He did the same with his boxers, stretching the waistband over his twitching cock. "Oh My." He heard her commented breathily, drawing out the words when she saw him in all his erect splendor. "Thank you." He accepted the compliments before reaching down and removing his socks as he stepped out of his clothes.

He padded toward her, slowly closing the distance between them until he stood between her legs, looking down at her. She propped herself up and reached out almost lazily and wrapped her slender hand lightly around his throbbing erection and it twitched at her warm, touch. Vanessa explored his length slowly and thoroughly, her eyes following her hand with rapt fascination. Chuck couldn't quite stifle a groan as his butt clenched and a surge of sensation made his balls lurch and snaked up his spine when she increased the pressure of her fist and twisted it slightly as slow exploration became deliberate action to pleasure him. "You're still wearing to much clothing." He almost growled after she had skillfully jerked his dick for a few minutes and had just sat up, leaning forward, her lips just inches away from his cock and her breath hot and ticklish on it. He didn't know how long he could last if she took him in her mouth. He hadn't been this revved up in a long time not even with... He stopped the thought dead in its tracks and gently captured her wrist, stilling her hand. She arched an eyebrow at him in question, but let go at his urging and with amusement twitching her lips let him push her onto her back.

He needed to take back control of the situation, control of himself. What had started out as curiosity, a game of no consequence and his usual need to test people and prove his superiority had mutated on him, changed into something strange, maybe even dangerous. Scheming, manipulations and machinations meant nothing to him. He wanted her, but at the same time it was not just simple lust, it was a need, baffling, as it was frustrating because Chuck Bass needed nothing from no one. Thinking of himself in the third person seemed to do the trick as he felt his usual wicked smirk curve his lips.

"Yes, way too much clothing." He whispered low, quiet and intense more for himself then her. He placed his hands on her knees and squeezing every few inches, ran his hands up her thighs, her skin smooth under his palms, her flesh firm under his fingers. "You seem to try and hide it, but you're a very beautiful woman, Vanessa. Exotic, I think is the term. Any man who doesn't want you is a fool." He told her as he slid the fingers of one hand under the waistband of her panties, caressing the skin underneath with their back as he slid them along the curve of the material. He felt her belly shudder slightly as she drew in a ragged breath, her eyes narrowing slightly as she considered his words and his tone. His other hand rested, still and innocent at the top of her thigh.

"And, tonight, Vanessa, I am no fool and you are mine!" he informed her his volume rising with his last words and their echo mixed with her gasp and the sound of ripping lace as he tightened his hand on her thigh, holding her in place and with a quick, hard tug tore her panties from her. He loomed over her, the scrap of purple lace that had been her panties clutched in his hand, his chest heaving and his dick throbbing and almost achingly hard. Her eyes flashed at him, but not in anger, but with wild hunger. "Then what are you waiting for, Chuck?" she asked her velvet tone a taunt and a challenge as she made to shift further back onto the bed, spreading her legs wider in blatant invitation.

"She is magnificent." He thought, before tightening his grip on her thigh, stopping her and tossing her ruined panties pulled her to the edge of the bed instead. She fought him, but not enough to stop him as he dropped to his knees and buried his face between her legs. Her gasp was lower and longer as he lapped at her slick, swollen folds, collecting her sweet, copious nectar and breathing in the divine perfume of her arousal. He explored her petals with the same attention to detail she had his shaft, delving in amongst then as far as he could, worming his way into her hot steamy channel as if seeking the source of her sweet cream. Her hips undulated, her heels pressing into his and stifled moans and hisses of enjoyment filtered down to him as he attended her clit, but with only a flicking, circling, teasing tongue. He felt her shift and then surprisingly strong fingers were winding into his hair and pressed his mouth firmly to her exposed pleasure pearl. He sucked at her, swirling his tongue and lapping and flicking the sensitive bundle of nerves and the noises of appreciation she made were no longer stifled.

Chuck used first one and then a second finger to explore the slick furnace of her snatch while he worked her clit mercilessly. He flicked his eyes up along her body to see her hair as a dark tornado, between the jiggling peaks of her breast as her head thrashed from side to side and she started to pant. He had to fight her hand to lift his head and the sound of dissatisfaction she made when he did was almost feral. She tried to push his head back down, but he knocked her hand aside, rising to his feet, pushing her onto the bed proper and following her onto it in a single motion. He captured her wrists on either side of her head as he settled between her legs, poised over her, her hard nipples just barely brushing his chest as they breathed hard and his face an inch from hers. He shifted his hips, sliding the tip of his dick through her folds, searching, probing. He felt her shift, ever so slightly and he was wedged into her entrance.

He licked his lips slowly. "You taste even better than you look." He informed her before kissing her hungrily her lips opening under his so that their tongues could wrestle. She had tasted herself before, he knew with certainty because there was no reaction to the flavor of her sex on his lips and in his mouth. And, he wasn't in the least surprised. He tore his mouth from hers as he arched his back and thrust forward, grunting as her heat, tight, moist and resistant flesh, reluctantly parted and stretched around him as he filled her. He lanced into her in a single, hard, steady stroke and he was buried to the hilt in her pulsing, molten core. Vanessa's long legs curled around him and tightened, holding him in place as her breasts flattened against his chest, her nipples pressing against his as her back curved, pressing her shoulders and head into the duvet, her wrists pressing back against his grip. Her eyes were narrow slits and he wondered how she didn't draw blood, her straight white teeth pressed so deeply into her full lower lip.

She relaxed back onto the bed with an explosive exhalation, even as her sex pulse and clutched at the length of his shaft as it adjusted to his invasion. He let go of her wrists and let his finger twine with hers as she inhaled fast and exhaled slow. "You okay?" he asked a little concerned at her silence and the dazed look in her eyes. "I'm... Good." She breathed, blinking as she slowly rocked her hips sliding him slight back and forth inside her. "Now... are you going to screw my brains out or do I have to assume those references you mentioned earlier were just more of your bullshit?" she wondered, her voice suddenly strong, honeyed, wickedly playful and taunting. He couldn't help but grin as he did what she requested and drew back.

They went at it as if each thrust and counter was a challenge. She met him stroke for stroke, her hips undulating in counterpoint to his to drive him into her, their skin sliding and slapping together. Her legs tensed and relaxed around him, pulling him toward her as she strained up. They found a steady, writhing rhythm and a pounding pace that had them grunting and groaning, moaning and gasping. Their lips met for wild, forceful, intense kisses where teeth played as big a role as lips and tongues before moving on to taste and test whatever skin they could reach. Her fingers clutched at his until she untangled them to scrape her fingernails down his back to grasp his ass cheeks and ten hot, crescents of pressure urged him on. He told her how hot and sexy she was and how he was going to make her cum like she never had before. Vanessa, in turn, praised and taunted him in equal measure, one moment telling him how wonderful he felt inside her and on the next panted breath querying if that was the best he could do with a wicked laugh.

Chuck was in heaven. He would never have expected this of her, such wild, eager abandon. Never was the saying about books and covers truer. The feel of her against and around him taxed his control, but her playful taunts only added to his resolve, which was already firmly set to enjoy the glorious pleasure of coupling with her for as long as was humanly possible. He shifted himself onto his knees, grasped her hips and pulled her up to straddle his thighs. Her mouth met his with a bruising, tongue twisting kiss as she wrapped her arms around his neck. "Oh fuck, yes!" she exalted as using the leverage of her arms on his shoulders she started to ride him enthusiastically. It took a few strokes, but the found a co-operative rhythm so that he was thrusting up into her as she bore down on him. Her sex was a boiling furnace around him, slippery and resistant at the same time. He wrapped an arm around the small of her back to give her some support as she accommodated him and arched back so that he could get at her breasts with his free hand and, lowering his head, his mouth.

Her firm globe was just more than a handful as he fondled, squeezed and weighed it, testing its pliability and resilience with eager fingers as he snaked his tongue through the valley of her cleavage. He licked, nipped and sucked at her tit flesh until he was able to capture the dark, rising and falling peak of her nipple. He tested her hard nub with his teeth, pinching and stretching it, dragging his name from her lips on a hissed breath as she clutched him to her breast as her sex clenched against the steel of his erection. He changed tack and bathed her assaulted nipple with his tongue before nursing at it. Her snatch responded to his sucking mouth and swirling tongue, tensing when his cheeks hollowed and drawing the most exquisite sound, part moan, part whimper and part gasp from her open mouth, that he had to do it again and again and again to hear it.

Vanessa's trim, toned belly started to quiver where it pressed and slid against his on a lubricating layer of sweat, honestly earned with exertion. Her heart was a racing trip hammer under his palm and she was panting faster with occasional little cries, her fingers skittering through his hair and along his neck and shoulders. His balls felt as if they were about to burst and his ass ached with clenched tension, but he would not surrender, he had promised after all. Her rhythm started to falter and he lifted his head from the feast of her breasts to find her head thrown back, her hair a dark, damp waterfall of curls cascade around her face, which was tight with strain, her eyes bright and blazing with animal enjoyment, her teeth bared with her full lips wide open, a marvelous sight.

Chuck leaned forward, lowering her back onto the bed, gathering her legs and pressing her thighs toward her chest. He heard her breath hitch and she gasped sharply as his new angle allowed him to drive even deeper into her than he had before. His eyes widened in surprise as he felt himself press against the entrance to her womb as he ground into her. He drew back, gritting his teeth and clenching his jaw as his arms on either side of her shoulder quivered with strain while his balls churned and twitched, giving notice that he was on his last reserves of stamina. He marshaled his strength and thrust as hard as he could, slamming into her. She cried out as their bodies collided, her nails digging into his flexing shoulder muscles, her elbows digging into his ribs and her back arching off the bed as he breached her cervix. He blinked in disbelief, feeling her pulse and flex around him in a tight, velvet caress.

"Again." She panted, her voice rough and colored with need, her tongue made a slow circuit of her lips to wet them before her teeth worried at the lower one for a moment. His balls were tight and churning, his spine twitching, his chest on fire with the need for air and every nerve sang with sensation. His climax was imminent, the only thing holding it at bay was the last, tattered shreds of his will and his stillness, but he could not deny her request for anything in the world as he sucked in a lungful of air and did what she asked. She cried out again and he grunted, exhaling hard through his nose. Her sex clutched at him, squeezing as her hips twisted and he teetered on the edge. He growled her name and pulled back and thrust again and again and again and again. Each powerful stroke drew a cry from her and a rough exclamation of her name from him, he felt her nails score his skin as stars started to dance in front of his eyes which stung with sweat and holding back his climax became torturously painful.

As, much as, it galled him he was about to admit defeat and give in when on his next thrust her cry became a drawn out wail and her back remained arched, her body vibrating with tension and her sex bore down on him with crushing pressure and a fresh bloom of liquid heat. Her fingers bit into the muscles at the top of his shoulders as they tensed and hooked around the curve, pulling her even closer to him. Her nipples felt like two coals, burning against his chest as her breasts flattened against him. Chuck thought his teeth might shatter, his jaw clenched so hard and he could hear his vertebrae grind and crack as his spine arched trying to contain the flood of sensation rocketing through it. His focus seemed to narrow, finding the calm in the eye of the storm that was his impending climax to etched the tableaux of Vanessa climaxing into his mind. Her skin seemed to glow, small beads of sweat refracting stray light and making her glisten, her body shook, her muscles standing out in curved relief, her hair an obsidian froth around a flushed face, her eyes wide and glazed, her mouth open wide and her chin pointing to the ceiling, her throat taut and exposed, the strong column of her neck curved. She was simply stunning and breathtaking in the throws of orgasm.

The intense, near-painful squeeze lasted for what felt like an excruciating and exhilarating eternity, clamping him in place even as his hips jerked and humped in response and then the tight inferno of her sheath started to ripple around him and with a ragged cry he came undone. Chuck poured himself into her as his cock swelled against her tight confines to launch pulsing spurts of his essence into her intimate depths. Each convulsion sent a burst of pleasure through him. His skin prickled with rolling waves of heat. His muscles twitched as muscles rapidly tensed and relaxed as the electric current carrying the flood of sensation sparked across stressed and hypersensitive nerves. His heart rattled his ribs and his blood was a pounding, pulsing cacophony in his ears. There just did not seem to be enough air to cool his lungs as he gulped it in. He surrendered, sacrificing the glorious sight of her for the sanity of the darkness behind his eyelids and closed his eyes. His hips continued to thrust of their own accord, no longer under his control as her sex milked him and he heard her mewl and whimper in response as if from a long way away, barely able to associate the sound with her as he floated in the swirling current of his climax.

He felt the last of his strength leave him along with the last of his seed and couldn't stop himself as he collapsed on top of her. He felt her shudder once more, before she settled back onto the bed under his weight. He pressed his lips to her neck, tasting salt and panting, her hair tickling his cheek and then willed himself to rise and roll off her. His body was slow to respond and tingles ran across his nerves as their heaving chests and heavy breathing shifted him inside her. He groaned as he started to pull out of her, but her hands tightened on his shoulders with a whined moan and she came with him when he rolled, reversing their position. Her weight on top of him was a comfortable warmth, her scent, mixed with the smell of sex enveloped him and he made no further effort to change the situation except to lightly wrap an arm around her, his hand resting on the curve of her ass.

Her hot breath tickled his neck as they lay still while their bodies cooled and their breathing and heart rates returned to normal. They both sighed and shifted slightly as he shrank out of her and her snatch clutched at it for a moment before he came free. She slid off him, but remained partly draped and pressed against his side. He found himself in unfamiliar territory. He wanted to make some offhand, smug, witty remark, but found himself in effect cuddling and enjoying the silence and calm after the whirlwind of their surprisingly energetic and satisfying coupling. Chuck bass did not cuddle. His conquests were rather bluntly encouraged to leave once they were done and those he paid, knew when they services were no longer needed. He felt her shiver and realized with out the heat of their exertion and the full contact of their bodies the room held a slight chill. "Let's get under the covers." He suggested and she murmured something like agreement, but her movements were languid and he found himself guiding and maneuvering her until they were both ensconced in the warmth of his bed.

"Are you okay?" he asked as they lay side by side, her shoulder just barely touching his, staring up at the ceiling. He heard Vanessa take a deep breath. "That's a loaded question. I'm... I'm not sure." She responded quietly with a wry chuckle. "Do you need anything?" he changed his approach. "No... I think I have everything I need for tonight." She replied after a moment's consideration. "That was... You can go ahead and gloat. That was as advertised and more. Chuck, you're a real fucker." She admitted. "I'll take that as a compliment." He acknowledged and she let out a single peal of amused laughter. "Oh, it is, Chuck and I'll give you one more, you have a really nice cock." She informed him and he groaned as she reached over and lightly fondled his limp penis causing it twitch with a semblance of life.

"You weren't that bad, either." He noted, unable to bring himself to admit to her that as to who actually screwed whose brains out, it was a toss-up. "Thanks." She snorted, derisive sarcasm not quite covering the note of hurt surprise in her voice and withdrew her hand. He closed his eyes. "Vanessa, you were absolutely, fucking spectacular. That's the truth. You... You surprised me." He finally conceded honestly after a moment of silence, surprised at the twinge of guilt her reaction created in him. "You surprised me too." She acknowledged and then there was silence. He thought she had fallen asleep, but then she let out a sigh. "I guess I should go." She informed him, starting to shift to do so. He surprised himself as he caught her hand and stopped her. "Vanessa... Stay. It's late and snowing out there. Arthur will take you where ever you want to go in the morning." He suggested and she turned her head, and his dark eyes found her light ones. She worried slightly at her lower lip, her eyes shifting back and forth, searching his. "I'll call Arthur. He'll take you home." He offered as the silence drew out uncomfortable and heavy. "Let the man sleep, Chuck. You're right. It's late. I'll stay, your beds kind of comfortable and I'm quite tired thanks to you." She told him, settling back into the bed. He simply nodded and lay back as well, not quite sure why her answer pleased him so much.

Vanessa squirmed a little and then went still. Chuck relaxed, closed his eyes and listened to her breathing become shallower as she slipped into slumber. He tried to follow, but found himself only dozing very aware of Vanessa next to him and the soft sound of her breathing. After a while, he carefully rose, making sure to disturb the covers and bed as little as possible. She stirred, rolling onto her side, but didn't wake. Chuck watched her for a moment, the rounded curve of her shoulder just visible above the edge of the duvet and her face all but concealed by her tussled hair. He slipped into his pajamas, wincing as he put the top on and his shoulder stung before he went to the bathroom to relieve himself. He poured himself a glass of water and peered at his reflection in the mirror. He turned and bared his shoulder to inspect the scratches that adorned it. He snorted and smiled, shaking his head ruefully. "She is a wild one. It's a pity it was a one-time deal only. I'd love to find out what else she might be capable of." Chuck thought as he finished his water. "A real pity." He whispered out loud before he returned to his bedroom, slipped back under the covers and turning his back to her, went to sleep.

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