Constant, But Twisted

TITLE: Constant, but Twisted AUTHOR: Midknight CHAPTER: 2 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 TWO Chuck woke, revitalized and refreshed, stretched slightly and smiled as he remembered the previous night and whom he had spent it with. He rolled over at the soft sound of metal grating on metal as a zipper was drawn to find Vanessa up and dressed. He let his eyes slide over the smooth curves of her shoulders and the expanse of her back her dress still revealed. She was a bright, vibrant counterpoint to the grey, snowy Upper East Side on display behind her outside his window. "You were going to leave without saying goodbye." He accused without malice. Her hair was gathered in a loose bun at the base of her neck, but a heavy lock hung alluringly down the side of her face. "I knew you were more like me than you let on." He noted as he shifted closer to her, sitting up. "Chuck, its morning now, as in cold light of, as in lets just pretend last night never happened." She suggested in a cool, serious tone her eyes holding and following his as he moved closer and sat up. Although she was dressed he saw the image of her naked and writhing underneath in his minds eye and he made a decision. Once was not enough. "We can just as easily pretend this didn't happen too." He told her leaning up and forward and he felt a surge of satisfaction as she leaned forward to meet his kiss. They kissed with firm, warm, wet pressure, heads shifting to slide their lips sensuously together and he let his hand rest lightly on her hip, caressing her in an invitation for more. Vanessa broke the kiss and he settled back as well so that she was looking down at him, but they hadn't really separated that far from each other. "So we're clear? This is just between us. It means nothing." She clarified their situation and he wondered if it was for his benefit or her own. "What means nothing?" he quipped, lightly squeezing her hip and almost imperceptibly pulling her toward him. A smile quirked her full lips and he wasn't sure if it was because of the drollness of his response or the sentiment, but he didn't care as he saw the hunger he had so admired the night before rekindled in her eyes and when he leaned in to kiss her she met him more than half way. Her warm hand curved around his neck, her fingers sliding into his hair. He let his hands slide from her hips onto her ass before letting his weight fall back and she followed him back into his bed. They continued to kiss, lips sucking, teeth nipping and tongues fencing and wrestling while his hands wormed into her hair and caressed her back. His dick had risen to full attention during their first kiss and throbbed against her as she let her weight rest on top of him. He fumbled blindly with the zipper of her dress and the bow behind her neck, freeing both by dint of persistence rather than any skill. He rolled them onto their sides while she plucked at the buttons on his pajama top. Chuck didn't know if it was frustration or impatience or a combination of the two on her part, but when the buttons failed to co-operate, she simply tore it open and then her hands were warm on his chest. Vanessa broke their kiss, biting at his lower lip. "That makes us even for my panties." She told him breathily and he didn't have the opportunity to respond as he groaned when her hand slid down into his pajama pants and wrapped around his twitching erection. "Guess that's fair." He acknowledged, swallowing hard as she started to skim her fist up and down his length with delicious friction. Chuck slid his hand up along the inside of her thigh and found her naked sex, letting his fingers immediate delve into her hot, slick, swollen folds and his thumb circling her clit. He smiled as he saw her eyelids flutter and her chest rise as she drew in a sharp breath in response to let it out in a soft moan. Her hand stilled on his shaft, but she kept rhythmically squeezing it as he explored her folds and then slowly slipped a finger inside her and caressing her intimate flesh, feeling it flex around his digit and she rocked her hips slightly against his hand. Chuck peeled back one side of her dress, exposing her breast and its straining chocolate peak. "You've got nipples that are just perfect for sucking on." He noted before capturing the hard tube and sucking on it while massaging the firm mound, enjoying its warmth and resistance. Her hand curved around his neck and pressed him to her breast in a gentle embrace as he introduced a second finger into her snatch and she started to undulate, riding them with quiet, breathy moans and gasps. She hissed as he tested her nipples with his teeth and then soothed away any hurt with a wet, swirling tongue before drawing it into his mouth again. Her hand started to move on his cock again, but the angle was a little awkward and she didn't quite traverse the entire length. She was so wet as her sex fluttered around his thrusting fingers, he could feel her leak onto his hand and even with the limits on her stimulation he could feel the sweet tension building in his balls too. Vanessa groaned more heavily, the sound vibrating through her chest into his lips. Her fingers tightened in his hair and he resisted out of selfish instinct rather than conscious will when she started to pull him off her breast. She finally dragged his lips off her nipple and he deliberately flicked it with his tongue before it was out of range to remind her what she was giving up. His eyes found her face and he couldn't help but smile, despite his interrupted enjoyment of one of her finest charms. She looked like a goddess, slightly flushed, heavy lidded, full lips glistening from where her tongue had just wet them, surrounded by a halo of tussled curls. "You're very good at that, maybe a little too good." She admitted, complimenting him in low husky voice that caressed his ears like silk while he continued to saw his fingers slowly in and out of her. "I've had a lot of practice." He admitted in return. "I bet you have." She responded with a wry chuckle, which became a drawn out moan as he crooked his fingers and rubbed tight little circles over her clit at the same time and he flashed her a smug grin. She let go of his cock and grabbed his wrist. "Not... Not that I'm complaining, but that's not what I want." She informed him. "It isn't?" he asked playfully, tilting his head and smirking and she slowly shook her head with a mock pout. "What say we get naked and see what we can do about giving you what you want?" he suggested as he let her guide his hand away from the steamy heat of her sex before she rolled onto her back. She gave him a lazy smile, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "So what are you waiting for?" she enquired with a cheeky, questioning quirk of her eyebrow. He chuckled and held up his fingers, glistening wetly with her cream, her spicy aroma tantalizing his nose for a moment. "Just taking in the sights and enjoying some... light refreshments." He answered running his eyes lazily up and down her half undressed form before he stuck his fingers in his mouth and sucked them clean, savoring her exotic flavor. Chuck Rose onto his knees and shrugged off his pajama top before reaching for her dress. With, only a few moments of playful resistance, Vanessa co-operated by lifting her lower back and buttocks for him to drag her dress off her and drop it to the floor. He found, to his surprise, that he almost liked her half undress, a single breast exposed with the nipple wet and shiny with his saliva, and her dress hiked up to the point where her sex was just barely obscured... almost. It made her look despoiled somehow, with him as the despoiler and in a twisted way, even for him, sexier and fiendishly appealing, but Vanessa naked was simple exquisite and he could not fault perfection. "You're staring." She noted, her light eyes sparkling with amusement, a challenging kind of pride and unabashed enjoyment of his unspoken compliment. "Like I said, just taking in the sights." He repeated continuing to feast on her beauty while he thought she had a lot to be proud of. She tilted her head. "As, usual, it looks like a girl just has to take things into her own hands to get what she wants." Vanessa stated sitting up, her eyes flicking from his face to the tent in his pajama pants and his cock lurched, rubbing against the flannel in response. "I hope you don't expect me to protest?" he wondered as she grasped his hips and guided him until their positions were reversed and he was the one on his back and her hands were poised over the waistband of his pajama bottoms. "I have no expectations of you, Chuck." She informed him, causing him to raise an eyebrow. "That's a bit harsh." He noted clinically. "But, isn't that the deal?" She asked in response. "TouchŽ. You have a point there." He responded as he lifted his ass when she stretched his pants clear of his erection and pulled them off his hips and down his legs. "And, you still have a very nice cock." She re-iterated as she left it to him to kick them off as she ran her hands back up his legs. His dick twitched against his flat stomach as she leaned over him and lightly blew on it, her lips only inches away from it. Her hair fell forward and its dark curtain obscured her face and his dick from his view. He inhaled sharply and a shiver ran up his spine as her head moved and he felt her tongue lightly snaked a warm, wet trail from his balls to his tip, her hands kneading the tops of his thighs where they met his hips. She flicked her hair back and raked the stray curls that remained out of her face, grinning at him. "I think it likes me. It's drooling." She commented as a heavy dollop of clear, lube swelled out of the tip of his dick. "It would like you even more if you sucked it." He suggested and she chuckled. "Subtle as ever, Bass." She commented. "Subtlety is overrated." He countered with a grin and she shrugged before she lowered her head and wrapped her lips around his dickhead. He let out a soft groan as liquid heat and pressure engulfed his shaft as she suckled at his pointed head of his dick, her lips sliding up and down just below he flare while her tongue bathed him with swiping, swirling strokes and her hand stroked the rest of him. Chuck pressed his ass into the mattress to stop his hips from thrusting. He had the distinct feeling that Vanessa wanted to be in control at this point and he was glad to give it to her as pleasure snaked up his spine and tingled across his nerves. She slowly worked her way down his shaft, licking, lapping and sucking. Her head bobbed, with a slight twist, dragging her smooth lips around his shaft with delicious friction. Her hair fell forward again, hiding the sight of his shaft disappearing and reappearing from her mouth and he propped himself up with one hand and used the other to sweep the dark, silky curtain out of the way and gathered it on top of her head to keep it out of the way. Her technique was exquisite and another surprise. He wouldn't have pegged her as a cocksucker. He almost told her as much, but the wildcat glint in her light eyes made him reconsider, she did have him in a rather precarious position. She started to fondle his balls while swallowing even more of him, making him groan and his eyes half close with the enjoyable sensation. He felt himself brush the entrance to her throat and the touch on his sensitive dickhead caused his control to slip and his hips jerked slightly, pressing him forward. He expected to react with displeasure and an apology was poised on his lips, but to his delight, she simply relaxed her throat and shifting her head slightly, swallowed him whole. "Oh fuck!" he groaned in awe as the tight confines of her throat massaged his length and Vanessa buried her nose in his pubes and swallowed, convulsing her throat around him. His hips started to undulate, beyond his control to keep still, but she took it in her stride, Matching her bobbing head to accept his rhythmic thrust, the sweet, tight circle of her lips, traversing his length, from root to tip, her throat caressing him at the former and her cheeks hollowing at the letter. His breathing was rapid and shallow, almost a pant as waves of delight radiate from her sucking mouth into his body. She made little noises of satisfaction that vibrated along his skin and drew similar sounds from him. Chuck let go of her hair and grasped handfuls of the sheets as he gritted his teeth as his back arched and the tension in his groin spiked as he felt his nuts, tighten and boil with the need for release, but he was determined to prolong his enjoyment, besides he didn't think Vanessa was done yet. He closed his eyes for a moment to focus and drew in a deep breath. "Unless you want your breakfast to be liquid and delivered in spurts, I suggest you stop, Vanessa." He suggested, his voice sounding tight and strained as her head rose. He grunted and tensed as with just his dickhead still in her mouth, she sucked hard before letting it pop free with a wet noise. "Bitch." He groaned softly. "Don't you ever forget it." She whispered in response as she slid forward, straddling him, on her knees, her snatched poised over his saliva-slicked and throbbing, twitching erection, a wicked smile on her face after her tongue made a lazy circuit of her lips. "You're just full of hidden talents." He complimented her, grasping her hips to pull himself up so that he could kiss her deeply. Chuck felt her fingers splay across his chest and she broke the kiss abruptly, pushing him back onto the pillows. She looked down at him with hungry, speculation and he grinned back with impudence. "You have no idea. I'm not done yet, Chuck. The question is are you man enough to handle it?" She informed him, her voice husky and so full of promise it was almost a threat as she lid her had from his chest down over his belly and grasped the base of his cock. Her folds felt steamy and so slick he could actually feel her juices trickle down his shaft as she guided him through them and to her entrance. He saw her eyes flutter and he head droop forward slightly as she relaxed and sank down on him with a sharp inhalation and a drawn out sigh. Her flesh was slick, hot and tight, a clenching, kneading velvet fist that engulfed his manhood in heat and pressure by slow degrees until she settled on his thighs, slowly rocking her hips to adjust her molten core to his. Chuck groaned and his fingers pressed against the skin of her hips as with a fierce look of concentration on her face, her sex squeezed his entire length in a quick, hard spasm. He loved the smug look on her face; he knew he too had flashed it at so many people in his time. Her relaxed his grip and slid his hands onto her ass, caressing the firm globes and holding her in place as he thrust up and ground into her as an answer to her unspoken challenge. She laughed, a deep throated, sensual, yet strangely musical sound in the quiet room as she spayed her fingers across his chest, her nails slightly pressing into his skin as she drew herself up, dragging her sweet sex up along his length and she started to ride him with long, purposeful strokes. "Gods, she feels good!" he thought as they found a rolling, rocking, thrusting, bucking rhythm. His hips rose to meet hers as they fell, their bodies colliding with a wet slap of flesh against flesh and they undulated and writhed in sparking pleasure before repeating the process again and again and again. She started to make soft little cries and gasps with each of there connections while he grunted and groaned from between clenched teeth as they strained together, yet still fought each other in a delicious battle of wills that neither openly acknowledged, yet both knew they wanted to win. He let his hands slide up her back, feeling her muscles shift and flex under her smooth skin before he slid them over her ribs to cup each of her breasts. He fondled them and she pressed herself into his hands as he rolled, tweaked and pinched the hard nubs of her nipples. She mirrored his attention to her nipples on his and the both hisses with the added sensation. He adjusted to her as her pace and movement changed and her strokes became faster, but shallower, keeping him buried in her super heated and clutching core for longer, her hips rolling in tight little circles to stir the flood of her cream with his shaft. She was good, really good. The kind of good he had paid thousands of dollars to experience in the past and he could feel his muscles and nerves started to misfire as they tried to cope with the heavy influx of pleasurable sensations that flooded through them. He could feel himself quiver with the strain of matching her, but he could feel the same running through her too. Vanessa glistened with a fine sheen of sweat as she sat up and took his hands from her breasts and twining her fingers with his, pressed them to the pillow on either side of his head. He resisted her out of pure spite, but not enough to break free. She had a wild, determined look on her face as she leaned forward, her face hovering over his, her torso sliding along his on a slippery layer of sweat as she bore down on him, rocking back and forth to impale herself on him. Her breasts flattened against his chest, her nipples scraped along his skin drawing a pair of tingling paths back and forth along it. Her fingers tensed and relaxed as she used her arms for extra force to pound herself onto him with almost savage intensity. He could feel her body tremble against his, her breath growing fast and shallow, her cries louder and sharper. Chuck employed every trick of control he knew and still feared they would not be enough. It just felt so unbelievably good and she was just so utterly amazing. The tension in his groin was becoming a pulsing ache as he fought to contain it. She whined, her eyes tightened to slits, her mouth either wide open or her strong, white teeth clenched and bared and he felt her tremors increase and he knew he wasn't the only one barely holding on. He battled one of his hands free of her grip and burrowed it into her luxurious hair, cupping the back of her head and forcefully pulling her lips down to his. She groaned into his mouth as he snaked his tongue into hers as he sucked at her lips and massaged the back of her scalp. Her eyelids fluttered and she blinked rapidly and he felt a series of heavy shudders progress through her. His ass clenched as he thrust up into her rippling channel and she dragged her lips from his, panting heavily, her lips trembling, and her face taut with strain. "We'll call it a draw." He proposed, his voice rough and ragged, as was his breathing. "Fuck you!" she ground out, he couldn't tell whether her anger was directed him or herself or if she was just too caught up in the moment to stop and then made a sound that was an amalgamation of a groan and a whimper as her sex clenched around him. She was wild-eyed and frantic, her hips still shifting, rocking and rolling to keep him moving inside her. "Dammit, Vanessa, you have fucked me, you win. Consider me fucked, now just let it go, you goddamn stubborn, beautiful, amazing, incredible woman." He growled, meaning every word as he drove up into her with every iota of strength he had left and surrendered. He didn't know if her scream was one of triumph or just release as she joined him in climax, but had neither the time or inclination to care as pleasure wiped all thought from his mind as he emptied himself into her while she shuddered and shook above him and her tight, vice-like channel milked him. His head pressed back into the pillow beneath it with a stuttered cry of his own as his back arched and relaxed, but didn't quite settle back to the bed with each heavy spurt of his essence into her hot, inviting depths. She flexed and squeezed around him, her cream joining with his in a hot, churning torrent as they rode the rollercoaster of their climax. Her hand still clutching his shook as they matched grips and her breath was hot and irregular on his face and then with a whining sigh she went limp and collapsed on top of him, burying her face in his shoulder. He found himself stroking her hair while his heart continued to race while her other hand remained resting lightly on his. His chest heaved up against the warm pillows of her breasts and he blinked to clear his vision. Her weight was surprisingly comfortable as she shifted slightly with a whining moan, her legs sliding against the outside of his as she straightened them. She whimpered slightly and chuck groaned as with a finally lurch, his erection started to wane and he began to shrink out of her. He let his hand slide from her hair to the smooth curves of her back, finding it damp and cooling with the sweat of their exertion. He took his hand off her skin long enough to find the duvet that they had discarded and drag it over them before letting his arm rest across her back. She murmured something he couldn't catch against his neck as her sex clutched at his retreating shaft and shifted back, so that even when her sex relaxed he remained nestled against her folds. He felt her lips press against the skin at the side of his neck. He turned his head and shifted so that he could look at her face, seeing it through a dark tapestry of stray strands and curls of her hair. Her eyes twinkle merrily as his met them. "I won." She said with a soft smile curving her full lips. "I didn't even know it was a competition." He countered. "Yes you did." She stated denying his statement firmly. He searched her eyes and then snorted. "Yes, I knew and yes... Yes you won." He finally admitted with a chuckle. "Now she's surprising me by making me surprise myself." He mused. Chuck hated to lose, at anything, but he had never enjoyed losing so much in his life. He might have to pretend a lot harder than he anticipated to make it so that what they just did hadn't happened. Vanessa sighed. "I should go." She informed him after a few moments of silence, but made no move to rise. Her inactivity and the sense that she was trying to convince herself as much as she was informing him was strangely pleasing to Chuck. "Don't be ridiculous. It's early, relax and take a little nap. That was quite the work out after all. Later, I'll call room service, we'll have breakfast and I'll see you home, safe and sound, no harm, no foul. Unless, of course, you have something urgent you need to do out there in the snow?" he countered and the muffled sound of the swirling wind and the snow it carried hitting the windows made his argument for him. "No, nothing urgent, but understand, Bass... This still means nothing." She re-iterated, her voice low and serious, her eyes sharp and intense on his. "What means nothing?" he responded the same way he had before even as she snuggled against him and he tightened his arm around her. THE END... hmmmmm Maybe.