Bedfellows
Her lips still tingled from the feel of his so-not-ready-to-leave-for-work kiss on his way out the door twenty minutes earlier. Maybe it was the fact that they were still basically newlyweds, but Blair found it hard to think about Chuck without smiling so much that her face began to hurt or getting fiercely aroused. Usually it was both.
She squirmed a bit in her seat at the kitchen table when she realized the latter had kicked in. In an effort to get her mind off of her gorgeous husband, she quick reached for her half-finished glass of orange juice and downed it in a single gulp. Almost choking.
She shook herself out of the reverie and got to her feet, relieved to discover that she hadn’t left a puddle on the seat of her chair. By the time she returned to her bedroom to pick out her clothes for the day and found the bed still rumpled from their morning lovemaking, she could no longer resist. She snatched her cell phone from on top of her nightstand and had her finger mid-hover over the speed dial for her dearest husband, when the man who occupied her thoughts miraculously began to call her first.
“Are you wet yet?” he purred before she could even respond.
She sank down onto the bed, suddenly breathless.
“I’m hard as a rock,” he informed her huskily.
“Chuck,” she managed, half-moaning into the phone. “Why did you go into work today? I’m taking a day off. We could’ve spent the whole day fucking.”
His sexy laugh filled her ears, thrilling her senses, making her wetter.
“Believe me, I’m seriously regretting it now.”
“You can still change your mind, you know,” she said seductively, slowly lying back on the bed and lazily drifting her hand over her body.
He sighed regretfully. “If we hadn’t already spent the last three days in bed together I probably would, but at some point I had to come back to work.”
She pouted, pausing the action of stroking herself that she’d started.
“You went to work for a week straight after we came back from our honeymoon. And you own the company. Shouldn’t you be able to control your own hours?”
He chuckled. “I didn’t have any hours the last three days.”
“But Chuck…” she whined.
“I tell you what. How about I come home for lunch?”
She sighed, clearly not satisfied by the compromise.
“An extended lunch?”
She sighed dramatically, making her displeasure clear.
“I can come home early.”
Her disappointed expression instantly turned into a shining grin.
“Sounds nearly perfect.”
“Nearly?” He raised his eyebrows.
“Yes, nearly.” She sat up on the bed quickly and crossed one leg over her knee. “Perfect would be coming home now, or rather, never having left.”
“You’re one hard woman to please.”
“I’ll see you at lunch. Good luck with that hard on.”
She hung up the phone before he could respond.
………………
She tapped her fingers impatiently on the back of her phone as she sat poised on their freshly made bed in her sexiest lingerie.
1:01.
She had hoped he’d be home for an early lunch. Say 11 am? 10:59 perhaps? Now it was after 1 o’clock and she knew for certain that when he walked through the door their se x would be very rough and tumble with the irritation she now had.
Then again perhaps he was doing it on purpose. That possibility both excited and infuriated her.
Perhaps he would bring home edible lingerie. That was always fun.
Of course the last thing she expected was for him to walk through the door a moment later stripped of his bowtie, jacket and button-down work shirt with an easel in one hand and a tray of paints in the other.
She tilted her head and gaze him a quizzical expression. He smirked at her and she melted.
“I do hope you’re saving that for after.”
His smirk widened to a grin.
“Call it an act of restraint on both our parts, but this is going to come first.” He pulled a chair to the side of the bed, sat down and set up. “I have been taking lessons.”
At first she was shocked, then intrigued, and suddenly inspired.
“Is this by any chance a new role-play?” she asked seductively, giving him her bedroom eyes.
He tried very hard to ignore the growing bulge pressing against his pants zipper.
“And what would that be?” he asked, not able to focus clearly on the question once he laid eyes on her ensemble.
She frowned. “Rose and Jack,” she said, disappointed at his lack of being able to connect the dots, even in his aroused state.
His mind cleared and he smirked slowly. “Ah yes. But no. Because, if you will recall, Rose was stark naked and Jack was an artist of the pencil, not the paints.”
“You really have been taking painting lessons?”
“Mhmm. Ever since we embarked on the search for the great Lady Alexander,” he said in dramatic tones, smiling as he finished setting up.
Her mind went blank for a moment as she searched for that particular memory.
I always wanted to commission a portrait of you.
Her eyes flashed to his in recognition.
“Commission, as in pay for the portrait to be done. And probably by a photographer, not an artist of the paint or pencil. Or ink, I suppose.”
“I paid for the lessons, didn’t I?” He smiled slyly.
She relaxed, indulging in his pleased attitude.
“Very well then, Chuck Bass.” She leaned back slightly and lowered her voice. “How do you want me?”
He suppressed a growl as his heated eyes roved all over her body and then met her eyes.
“I thought you’d never ask.”
………………
Twenty minutes later, straining to keep his mind focused and his hand from shaking, let alone from exploding in his pants, Chuck swept the paintbrush across the paper for the final stroke and exquisitely carefully set all his ingredients aside.
“You finished it?” she asked breathlessly, slightly increasing the rise and fall of her completely exposed breasts.
He nodded subtly.
She propped herself up from her seductive position and inquired carefully.
“May I see it?” she asked innocently.
He lifted his eyes to hers, which were for the first time curious and not seducing.
“Let’s have it be a surprise.”
In an instant he was up out of his seat, stripping and falling on top of her on the bed. First she laughed and then she clutched at him as in one moment he thrust into her. She gasped.
“I can’t wait any longer.”
Her nails ran down his back and dug into his ass.
“Seems like you didn’t.”
He kissed her hard and all the forced focus of the past half hour faded away as they lost themselves in each other and the perfect rhythm of their bodies.
Hours later when food and the bathroom demanded them to leave the bed, Chuck presented his masterpiece to her. Expecting a full body shot of herself in the nude, Blair was shocked to see a spectacular close up her face.
“Wow,” she breathed. “I look spectacular in this.”
He turned her head to face him.
“That’s because you are,” he murmured, and led her back to the bed.
She squirmed a bit in her seat at the kitchen table when she realized the latter had kicked in. In an effort to get her mind off of her gorgeous husband, she quick reached for her half-finished glass of orange juice and downed it in a single gulp. Almost choking.
She shook herself out of the reverie and got to her feet, relieved to discover that she hadn’t left a puddle on the seat of her chair. By the time she returned to her bedroom to pick out her clothes for the day and found the bed still rumpled from their morning lovemaking, she could no longer resist. She snatched her cell phone from on top of her nightstand and had her finger mid-hover over the speed dial for her dearest husband, when the man who occupied her thoughts miraculously began to call her first.
“Are you wet yet?” he purred before she could even respond.
She sank down onto the bed, suddenly breathless.
“I’m hard as a rock,” he informed her huskily.
“Chuck,” she managed, half-moaning into the phone. “Why did you go into work today? I’m taking a day off. We could’ve spent the whole day fucking.”
His sexy laugh filled her ears, thrilling her senses, making her wetter.
“Believe me, I’m seriously regretting it now.”
“You can still change your mind, you know,” she said seductively, slowly lying back on the bed and lazily drifting her hand over her body.
He sighed regretfully. “If we hadn’t already spent the last three days in bed together I probably would, but at some point I had to come back to work.”
She pouted, pausing the action of stroking herself that she’d started.
“You went to work for a week straight after we came back from our honeymoon. And you own the company. Shouldn’t you be able to control your own hours?”
He chuckled. “I didn’t have any hours the last three days.”
“But Chuck…” she whined.
“I tell you what. How about I come home for lunch?”
She sighed, clearly not satisfied by the compromise.
“An extended lunch?”
She sighed dramatically, making her displeasure clear.
“I can come home early.”
Her disappointed expression instantly turned into a shining grin.
“Sounds nearly perfect.”
“Nearly?” He raised his eyebrows.
“Yes, nearly.” She sat up on the bed quickly and crossed one leg over her knee. “Perfect would be coming home now, or rather, never having left.”
“You’re one hard woman to please.”
“I’ll see you at lunch. Good luck with that hard on.”
She hung up the phone before he could respond.
………………
She tapped her fingers impatiently on the back of her phone as she sat poised on their freshly made bed in her sexiest lingerie.
1:01.
She had hoped he’d be home for an early lunch. Say 11 am? 10:59 perhaps? Now it was after 1 o’clock and she knew for certain that when he walked through the door their se x would be very rough and tumble with the irritation she now had.
Then again perhaps he was doing it on purpose. That possibility both excited and infuriated her.
Perhaps he would bring home edible lingerie. That was always fun.
Of course the last thing she expected was for him to walk through the door a moment later stripped of his bowtie, jacket and button-down work shirt with an easel in one hand and a tray of paints in the other.
She tilted her head and gaze him a quizzical expression. He smirked at her and she melted.
“I do hope you’re saving that for after.”
His smirk widened to a grin.
“Call it an act of restraint on both our parts, but this is going to come first.” He pulled a chair to the side of the bed, sat down and set up. “I have been taking lessons.”
At first she was shocked, then intrigued, and suddenly inspired.
“Is this by any chance a new role-play?” she asked seductively, giving him her bedroom eyes.
He tried very hard to ignore the growing bulge pressing against his pants zipper.
“And what would that be?” he asked, not able to focus clearly on the question once he laid eyes on her ensemble.
She frowned. “Rose and Jack,” she said, disappointed at his lack of being able to connect the dots, even in his aroused state.
His mind cleared and he smirked slowly. “Ah yes. But no. Because, if you will recall, Rose was stark naked and Jack was an artist of the pencil, not the paints.”
“You really have been taking painting lessons?”
“Mhmm. Ever since we embarked on the search for the great Lady Alexander,” he said in dramatic tones, smiling as he finished setting up.
Her mind went blank for a moment as she searched for that particular memory.
I always wanted to commission a portrait of you.
Her eyes flashed to his in recognition.
“Commission, as in pay for the portrait to be done. And probably by a photographer, not an artist of the paint or pencil. Or ink, I suppose.”
“I paid for the lessons, didn’t I?” He smiled slyly.
She relaxed, indulging in his pleased attitude.
“Very well then, Chuck Bass.” She leaned back slightly and lowered her voice. “How do you want me?”
He suppressed a growl as his heated eyes roved all over her body and then met her eyes.
“I thought you’d never ask.”
………………
Twenty minutes later, straining to keep his mind focused and his hand from shaking, let alone from exploding in his pants, Chuck swept the paintbrush across the paper for the final stroke and exquisitely carefully set all his ingredients aside.
“You finished it?” she asked breathlessly, slightly increasing the rise and fall of her completely exposed breasts.
He nodded subtly.
She propped herself up from her seductive position and inquired carefully.
“May I see it?” she asked innocently.
He lifted his eyes to hers, which were for the first time curious and not seducing.
“Let’s have it be a surprise.”
In an instant he was up out of his seat, stripping and falling on top of her on the bed. First she laughed and then she clutched at him as in one moment he thrust into her. She gasped.
“I can’t wait any longer.”
Her nails ran down his back and dug into his ass.
“Seems like you didn’t.”
He kissed her hard and all the forced focus of the past half hour faded away as they lost themselves in each other and the perfect rhythm of their bodies.
Hours later when food and the bathroom demanded them to leave the bed, Chuck presented his masterpiece to her. Expecting a full body shot of herself in the nude, Blair was shocked to see a spectacular close up her face.
“Wow,” she breathed. “I look spectacular in this.”
He turned her head to face him.
“That’s because you are,” he murmured, and led her back to the bed.
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