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Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
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Moving Violation
TITLE: Moving Violation
AUTHOR: Midknight
CHAPTER: 1 of 2
FANDOM: Gossip Girl
SHIP: Blair / Chuck
RATING: NC-17
CATEGORY: Erotica
SPOILERS: Season 1 - A couple.
SYNOPSIS: What really happened between Blair and Chuck in the back of that limousine after they left the burlesque hall.
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: This is my first Gossip Girl fic. 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
The leather of the back seat of the limousine felt cool through the thin silk of her slip and against the back of her legs. She still couldn't quite believe what she had done at the club. Just, thinking about it gave her an echo of the thrill she had felt up on that stage. How free she had felt; the way the men and even some of the women looked at her; the way Chuck was looking at her now, as he handed her a glass of champagne. She had, had maybe a little too much already, but she accepted the glass anyway. Nate was part of her past and she wanted to get as far as possible as the girl, the woman she had been with him.
She looked over at Chuck. He had manipulated her in the club and she knew it and she had let him. He had challenged her, dared her and given her the excuse she needed to let herself go. The look of surprise, admiration and wonder on his face as she stripped out of her dress and danced on stage had added to the thrill. She was drunk, but not that drunk as she finished the glass of champagne and set aside the crystal flute. "Thank you for the ride home." she thanked him and he tipped his glass at her in acceptance before also setting it aside. She moved onto her side and pulled her legs up onto the seat as she shifted closer to him. She looks into his eyes, their faces hovering inches apart. What she was about to do is most certainly a mistake, but she can feel her skin heating and her body becoming aroused as she thinks about it. She is a little surprised when Chuck, the guy who put the Bass in the word bastard when it came to sex and girls asked her if she is sure.
Her answer is to close the distance between them and press her lips to his. He hesitates for a second and then his mouth opens to allow her tongue entrance and his slides over hers to do the same. Their lips press hungrily together as their heads shift to cement their passionate lip lock. She can taste the stronger tang of the whiskey he had drunk at the club, mixed with the champagne and a hint of cigar smoke. Their tongues massage each other as they explore each others mouths as she shifts closer to him. His hand on her thigh and on her neck, pull her closer against him. His hand slides and caresses her naked thigh. She had removed her stockings in the bathroom at the club, they had simply felt to hot and constricting. "Had she known where this night would lead?" she wondered before letting thought escape her and letting herself melt into the sensations that Chuck's hands and lips were creating on her body.
She slipped onto his lap, pressing her body to his as his lips left hers and started to explore the skin of her neck and shoulder. His lips leave her skin long enough for him to hit the intercom button and tell the driver to simply drive around the city until further notice. Her breasts flatten against his chest as she grinds against him, her nipples, hard and sensitive with arousal press hotly back into her flesh. His strong hands explore her body, his fingers and palms sliding over the smooth material of her slip, occassionally tensing to press warm pressure into the skin underneath. Her hands are not idle either. She slides her hands over the hard expanse of his chest and up to his shoulders. Her hands slide under his jacket and pushes it off his shoulders, making it easier for him to shrug out of it. She gets the strange feeling, that Chuck is still giving her time to change her mind, as his hands and lips, which feel great enough so that she can feel her folds flowering open and her sex clench against itself in response, seem to still remain in relatively neutral areas. She captures his hand that is lightly caressing her thigh and draws it up to her breast, making her desire and intensions clear.
She can't be sure because her eyes have flutters closed when his hand firmly fondles her firm globe, but she thinks she felt him nod. His thumb circles and then finds the tight little gumdrop of her nipple and gently rolls it in tight little circles making it tighten, he=arden and grow even further, driving electric little surges of pleasure into her chest, She murmurs her enjoyment against the skin of his neck. She opens her eyes with a slight frown and makes an indelicate sound of displeasure when his hand leaves her breast, but they close again when he uses that hand to slip the thin strap of her slip off her shoulder and drags it down her arm, pulling the side of the front of her slip down, to reveal her breast. The smooth material scrapes slightly over her hard sensitive nipple, making her skin tingle in its wake. She lets him shift and position her on his lap and then let out a little gasp as his head lowered to her breast and his mouth captured her nipple and some of the pliant flesh of her breast surrounding it in moist heat. She clutches at his shoulder, pressing her breast into his mouth as his lips suck at her tit flesh and his wet, slightly rough tongue flicks and swirls around her straining nipple. She hisses and then groans as he nips her hard nub lightly with his teeth and them grips it between his, pulling back and stretchig it before letting go. He uncovers her other breast and repeated the process before alternating between them, making her roll her shoulders to press each firm globe into his pleasure giving mouth in turn.
Her sex clenches rhythmicaly against itself in response to the surges of pleasure radiating into her from his hungrily sucking lips and talented tongue and she feel the liquid heat of her sex cream being expelled onto her swollen folds and onto the crotch of her panites, dampening them. Blair finds her mind in a fog of desire finding it hard to control her body or concentrate on anything else besides the erotic bombardment of her senses, but irritation of not having more of his skin available to her, drives her to claw at the buttons on his shirt. She undoes some, but others are not so lucky as they pop, flying off into the interior of the limo. She drags his shirt out of the waist of his pants and runs her hand over the smooth, hairless, curved plane of his chest and the flat ridges and narrow valleys of his hard torso. She can feel his erection against thigh, hard and throbbing though his pants.
She let's out a long, whimpering moan when his hand works it's way between her legs and cups her sex, his fingers rubbing up and down along the silk of her slip and the damp lace underneath covering her slit with warm, firm pressure. Her fingernails drag across his skin and she tests the hard, corded muscles on his shoulder with her teeth in reflexive response. His palm presses warm pressure into the sheath behind her newly exposed clit, while its edge, where curved fingers and palm meet, grinds against the sensitive pearl with pleasurable stimulation. Her body tenses and she undulates against him as erotic energy snakes through her belly and up the length of her spine. His lips leave her breasts and with some guidance from him, their lips meet again to share a deep passionate kiss. They break the kiss, breathless and bright-eyed. She can see speculation, desire and lust in his eyes as he licks his lips, his hand still ceaselessly, if slowly, pleasuring her sex. He finally stops and she looks up at him. She can feel that her hazel eyes are wide as she catalogues the memories of the sensation she has felt and the echoes that still play across her nerves.
She gives herself over to him completely as he shifts her until she is lying on her back along the length of the leather seat. The leather is cool against her back at first, sapping some of her heat and making her shiver slightly, but soon her skin and the leather reach an equilibrium of comfortable warmth. Her silk slip has bunched at her hip and at his urging, she lifts her butt and he removes the silky garment, dragging it off her hips and down her legs, leaving her clad in only a light, lavender pair of lace, french cut panties and a string of Tiffany pearls. He shucks off his shirt and unbuckles and undoes his pants, removing them. She watches him intently as he studies each of her legs in turn, caressing them and testing her smooth skin and the well-toned muscles underneath. His fingers find the waistband of her panties on the curve of each of her hips and work their way under it. He begins to remove them and she doesn't so much lift her butt as undulate and rock on her shoulders to allow him to slide them off her ass. The crotch of her panties are so damp they cling to her pussy lips and he has to peels them off her before he can slide them down her legs.
She can feel her cheeks heat as he looks down at her naked body and exposed sex. He is the first boy, man, to see her like this. She and Nate had not gone this far. "God, Blair... You're beautiful." He tells her with a sincere awe in his voice she never would have associated with Chuck Bass as he draws his knees up onto the seat and kneels between her legs and then leans forward, his hands on the seat on either side of her waist. His breath is warm against her swollen, petals of her sensitive labia and her body twitches involuntarily when first his tongue and then his lips touch her intimate flesh. A long, low moan escapes her lips before she starts to worry the kiss-swollen lower one with her straight white teeth as he gently, but thoroughly explores her folds and entrance with his tongue. She swallows hard, her eyes staring and darting over the roof of the limo as she tries to process the sensations his tongue and lips are creating and the tingling pleasure associated with them. She hisses and her shoulders press back into the leather of the seat as her back arched when his mouth found the exposed pearl of her clit and suckle lightly on it. Her sex clenches against itself and she feels her channel grow steamy with hot moisture. Pleasure spears through her as his hot, wet mouth applies sucking pressure on the sensitive bundle of nerves and his tongue rolls it back and forth. He alternates between lapping at he folds and suckling at her clit and she is sson panting with pleasure, her hips undulating to press against his pleasure giving mouth and caressing hands that continue to roam over her hips and legs.
She is more than a little disappointed when he lifts his head. She can see her juices glistening on his lips, chin and cheeks and watchs as he collects the creamy fluid with his fingers and then lick them clean with obvious relish. She can see desire, want blazing in his eyes as he looks down at her. Without, taking his eyes from hers he reached for his jacket and scratched in the inside pocket. After, a moment, he produces a square, silver package. He puls the waistband of his boxers forward and slides them down to his thigh, revealing his long, thick cock to her for the first time. She had felt it, but seeing it gave her a true understanding of its dimensions and, for the first, she felt just the slightest tinge fear as she realised what she wanted him to put inside her. She didn't really have any reference, but he looked big, not just long, but thick. The pressure of her teeth on her lower lip increased as she watched him, almost savagely, tear open the package with his teeth and then proceeded to roll the condom onto his twitching member.
He moved over her, bracing himself on his elbows on either side of her shoulder as he straightened his legs out behind him, leaving him lying between her legs. "Relax." He told her and lowered his lips to hers, nibbling lightly at her upper lip until she released her lower lip and allowed him to kiss her hungrily and after another moment with an exploring tongue. She was a little shocked when she realised she was tasting herself on his lips and in his mouth as hertongue did some exploring of its own. It wan't unpleasant, just exotic. She felt the head of his cock start to press into the moist, swollen folds of her snatch and her hands grasped his hips in a tight grip. She didn't know if she wanted to stop him or urge him on. He broke their kiss and gazed down at her, their noses less than a half an inch apart, his breath hot on her lips and cheeks as he waited for her to make up her mind.
TO BE CONTINUED
AUTHOR: Midknight
CHAPTER: 1 of 2
FANDOM: Gossip Girl
SHIP: Blair / Chuck
RATING: NC-17
CATEGORY: Erotica
SPOILERS: Season 1 - A couple.
SYNOPSIS: What really happened between Blair and Chuck in the back of that limousine after they left the burlesque hall.
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: This is my first Gossip Girl fic. 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
The leather of the back seat of the limousine felt cool through the thin silk of her slip and against the back of her legs. She still couldn't quite believe what she had done at the club. Just, thinking about it gave her an echo of the thrill she had felt up on that stage. How free she had felt; the way the men and even some of the women looked at her; the way Chuck was looking at her now, as he handed her a glass of champagne. She had, had maybe a little too much already, but she accepted the glass anyway. Nate was part of her past and she wanted to get as far as possible as the girl, the woman she had been with him.
She looked over at Chuck. He had manipulated her in the club and she knew it and she had let him. He had challenged her, dared her and given her the excuse she needed to let herself go. The look of surprise, admiration and wonder on his face as she stripped out of her dress and danced on stage had added to the thrill. She was drunk, but not that drunk as she finished the glass of champagne and set aside the crystal flute. "Thank you for the ride home." she thanked him and he tipped his glass at her in acceptance before also setting it aside. She moved onto her side and pulled her legs up onto the seat as she shifted closer to him. She looks into his eyes, their faces hovering inches apart. What she was about to do is most certainly a mistake, but she can feel her skin heating and her body becoming aroused as she thinks about it. She is a little surprised when Chuck, the guy who put the Bass in the word bastard when it came to sex and girls asked her if she is sure.
Her answer is to close the distance between them and press her lips to his. He hesitates for a second and then his mouth opens to allow her tongue entrance and his slides over hers to do the same. Their lips press hungrily together as their heads shift to cement their passionate lip lock. She can taste the stronger tang of the whiskey he had drunk at the club, mixed with the champagne and a hint of cigar smoke. Their tongues massage each other as they explore each others mouths as she shifts closer to him. His hand on her thigh and on her neck, pull her closer against him. His hand slides and caresses her naked thigh. She had removed her stockings in the bathroom at the club, they had simply felt to hot and constricting. "Had she known where this night would lead?" she wondered before letting thought escape her and letting herself melt into the sensations that Chuck's hands and lips were creating on her body.
She slipped onto his lap, pressing her body to his as his lips left hers and started to explore the skin of her neck and shoulder. His lips leave her skin long enough for him to hit the intercom button and tell the driver to simply drive around the city until further notice. Her breasts flatten against his chest as she grinds against him, her nipples, hard and sensitive with arousal press hotly back into her flesh. His strong hands explore her body, his fingers and palms sliding over the smooth material of her slip, occassionally tensing to press warm pressure into the skin underneath. Her hands are not idle either. She slides her hands over the hard expanse of his chest and up to his shoulders. Her hands slide under his jacket and pushes it off his shoulders, making it easier for him to shrug out of it. She gets the strange feeling, that Chuck is still giving her time to change her mind, as his hands and lips, which feel great enough so that she can feel her folds flowering open and her sex clench against itself in response, seem to still remain in relatively neutral areas. She captures his hand that is lightly caressing her thigh and draws it up to her breast, making her desire and intensions clear.
She can't be sure because her eyes have flutters closed when his hand firmly fondles her firm globe, but she thinks she felt him nod. His thumb circles and then finds the tight little gumdrop of her nipple and gently rolls it in tight little circles making it tighten, he=arden and grow even further, driving electric little surges of pleasure into her chest, She murmurs her enjoyment against the skin of his neck. She opens her eyes with a slight frown and makes an indelicate sound of displeasure when his hand leaves her breast, but they close again when he uses that hand to slip the thin strap of her slip off her shoulder and drags it down her arm, pulling the side of the front of her slip down, to reveal her breast. The smooth material scrapes slightly over her hard sensitive nipple, making her skin tingle in its wake. She lets him shift and position her on his lap and then let out a little gasp as his head lowered to her breast and his mouth captured her nipple and some of the pliant flesh of her breast surrounding it in moist heat. She clutches at his shoulder, pressing her breast into his mouth as his lips suck at her tit flesh and his wet, slightly rough tongue flicks and swirls around her straining nipple. She hisses and then groans as he nips her hard nub lightly with his teeth and them grips it between his, pulling back and stretchig it before letting go. He uncovers her other breast and repeated the process before alternating between them, making her roll her shoulders to press each firm globe into his pleasure giving mouth in turn.
Her sex clenches rhythmicaly against itself in response to the surges of pleasure radiating into her from his hungrily sucking lips and talented tongue and she feel the liquid heat of her sex cream being expelled onto her swollen folds and onto the crotch of her panites, dampening them. Blair finds her mind in a fog of desire finding it hard to control her body or concentrate on anything else besides the erotic bombardment of her senses, but irritation of not having more of his skin available to her, drives her to claw at the buttons on his shirt. She undoes some, but others are not so lucky as they pop, flying off into the interior of the limo. She drags his shirt out of the waist of his pants and runs her hand over the smooth, hairless, curved plane of his chest and the flat ridges and narrow valleys of his hard torso. She can feel his erection against thigh, hard and throbbing though his pants.
She let's out a long, whimpering moan when his hand works it's way between her legs and cups her sex, his fingers rubbing up and down along the silk of her slip and the damp lace underneath covering her slit with warm, firm pressure. Her fingernails drag across his skin and she tests the hard, corded muscles on his shoulder with her teeth in reflexive response. His palm presses warm pressure into the sheath behind her newly exposed clit, while its edge, where curved fingers and palm meet, grinds against the sensitive pearl with pleasurable stimulation. Her body tenses and she undulates against him as erotic energy snakes through her belly and up the length of her spine. His lips leave her breasts and with some guidance from him, their lips meet again to share a deep passionate kiss. They break the kiss, breathless and bright-eyed. She can see speculation, desire and lust in his eyes as he licks his lips, his hand still ceaselessly, if slowly, pleasuring her sex. He finally stops and she looks up at him. She can feel that her hazel eyes are wide as she catalogues the memories of the sensation she has felt and the echoes that still play across her nerves.
She gives herself over to him completely as he shifts her until she is lying on her back along the length of the leather seat. The leather is cool against her back at first, sapping some of her heat and making her shiver slightly, but soon her skin and the leather reach an equilibrium of comfortable warmth. Her silk slip has bunched at her hip and at his urging, she lifts her butt and he removes the silky garment, dragging it off her hips and down her legs, leaving her clad in only a light, lavender pair of lace, french cut panties and a string of Tiffany pearls. He shucks off his shirt and unbuckles and undoes his pants, removing them. She watches him intently as he studies each of her legs in turn, caressing them and testing her smooth skin and the well-toned muscles underneath. His fingers find the waistband of her panties on the curve of each of her hips and work their way under it. He begins to remove them and she doesn't so much lift her butt as undulate and rock on her shoulders to allow him to slide them off her ass. The crotch of her panties are so damp they cling to her pussy lips and he has to peels them off her before he can slide them down her legs.
She can feel her cheeks heat as he looks down at her naked body and exposed sex. He is the first boy, man, to see her like this. She and Nate had not gone this far. "God, Blair... You're beautiful." He tells her with a sincere awe in his voice she never would have associated with Chuck Bass as he draws his knees up onto the seat and kneels between her legs and then leans forward, his hands on the seat on either side of her waist. His breath is warm against her swollen, petals of her sensitive labia and her body twitches involuntarily when first his tongue and then his lips touch her intimate flesh. A long, low moan escapes her lips before she starts to worry the kiss-swollen lower one with her straight white teeth as he gently, but thoroughly explores her folds and entrance with his tongue. She swallows hard, her eyes staring and darting over the roof of the limo as she tries to process the sensations his tongue and lips are creating and the tingling pleasure associated with them. She hisses and her shoulders press back into the leather of the seat as her back arched when his mouth found the exposed pearl of her clit and suckle lightly on it. Her sex clenches against itself and she feels her channel grow steamy with hot moisture. Pleasure spears through her as his hot, wet mouth applies sucking pressure on the sensitive bundle of nerves and his tongue rolls it back and forth. He alternates between lapping at he folds and suckling at her clit and she is sson panting with pleasure, her hips undulating to press against his pleasure giving mouth and caressing hands that continue to roam over her hips and legs.
She is more than a little disappointed when he lifts his head. She can see her juices glistening on his lips, chin and cheeks and watchs as he collects the creamy fluid with his fingers and then lick them clean with obvious relish. She can see desire, want blazing in his eyes as he looks down at her. Without, taking his eyes from hers he reached for his jacket and scratched in the inside pocket. After, a moment, he produces a square, silver package. He puls the waistband of his boxers forward and slides them down to his thigh, revealing his long, thick cock to her for the first time. She had felt it, but seeing it gave her a true understanding of its dimensions and, for the first, she felt just the slightest tinge fear as she realised what she wanted him to put inside her. She didn't really have any reference, but he looked big, not just long, but thick. The pressure of her teeth on her lower lip increased as she watched him, almost savagely, tear open the package with his teeth and then proceeded to roll the condom onto his twitching member.
He moved over her, bracing himself on his elbows on either side of her shoulder as he straightened his legs out behind him, leaving him lying between her legs. "Relax." He told her and lowered his lips to hers, nibbling lightly at her upper lip until she released her lower lip and allowed him to kiss her hungrily and after another moment with an exploring tongue. She was a little shocked when she realised she was tasting herself on his lips and in his mouth as hertongue did some exploring of its own. It wan't unpleasant, just exotic. She felt the head of his cock start to press into the moist, swollen folds of her snatch and her hands grasped his hips in a tight grip. She didn't know if she wanted to stop him or urge him on. He broke their kiss and gazed down at her, their noses less than a half an inch apart, his breath hot on her lips and cheeks as he waited for her to make up her mind.
TO BE CONTINUED