This is season 1 Chuck and Blair which I love to write. I like bad boy Chuck. I can't help it. Also this is dedicated to my dear friend, Mary. She was anxiously awaiting this update. Enjoy! Warning this is rated M. Nothing belongs to me.

Chuck glanced at his watch before looking back out the limo window. Where the fuck was she? He had texted her ten minutes ago. He kept his eyes in the direction she should be coming from.

Chuck Bass didn't sit around like a school boy waiting for a girl to grace him with her presence. What was wrong with him? The pussy wasn't that good. He rolled his eyes because who was he kidding it was that good.

Ever since the night she had shimmied her ass across his stage he was smitten. He knew he'd wait ten hours if that's how long it took. Blair Waldorf was worth every single minute.

Suddenly he saw her exiting the cut through from school. She was wearing a skirt that was just long enough not to break dress code and just short enough to try Chuck's patience. He had spied her and the knee baring skirt earlier that day in the courtyard and he had wanted to take her into the nearest supply closet and fuck her senseless. The arrival of Serena, Iz and Kati had nipped that plan in the bud. He had been sporting blue balls ever since.

He was starting to think that all this sneaking around was seriously bad for his health and well-being.

Blair pulled the limo door open and slid into the back seat next to Chuck. Arthur knew the drill and never came out to open the door for her.

Chuck didn't look at her pretending to stare at his phone instead. "What took you so long?" he mumbled.

Blair tossed her bag on the opposite seat rolling her eyes. "Serena grilled me on the way out. I think skipping French Club made her suspicious." She was now looking at him.

"I don't like to be kept waiting." He kept his eyes trained on the screen of his phone.

Blair leaned into him pressing her blouse covered breasts into his arm. "But waiting can be fun." She ran a finger along his thigh before sliding her hand between his legs. "The anticipation and longing," she breathed against his ear.

He hissed as she cupped him through his school khakis. She slid an arm around his neck kissing his skin right above his collar. "Don't sulk," she whispered. She squeezed him gently. "We're wasting precious alone time."

A man only had so much willpower and Chuck's was gone. He turned his head capturing her mouth in a searing kiss. He raised his hips pushing his erection against the palm of her hand. She moaned as his tongue pushed between her lips and entered her mouth.

As the car pulled into traffic Blair slid to her knees. Eying Chuck from her place between his thighs she unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants.

Chuck leaned his head back against the leather seat and watched her through hooded eyes. As she lowered her head and took him into her mouth he knew she was most definitely worth waiting for. He groaned lifting his hips a bit as she took him as deeply as she could into the back of her throat.

He had taught her well and Blair being ever the good student that she was, put into practice all that she had learned. She was the best head he had ever had and that was saying something; he was Chuck Bass after all.

Blair felt Chuck's fingers entangle in the curls at the back of her head and she knew he was enjoying her attention. If you had asked her a month ago if she would ever enjoy what she was doing she would've emphatically told you absolutely not. Blair Waldorf didn't get on her knees for any guy and yet here she was doing just that and relishing in it. She felt a sense of power knowing she was solely responsible for Chuck's pleasure; with one stroke of her tongue she could make him come completely undone. She felt invincible.

She went down one last time before releasing him from her mouth. She wanted him inside her.

Chuck's fingers tightened their grip on her hair and he flexed his hips implying she should finish what she had started.

She glanced up at him meeting his hooded gaze.

He licked his lips. "Why are you stopping?"

She ran her hands up his thighs giving herself leverage as she came back up to sit on the seat. She stroked him as her lips pressed to his. "I want you," she whispered.

He shoved a hand into her hair cradling her head. "I've been waiting all day for this. Finish me here and I'll fuck you into oblivion at your house." He leaned in to capture her mouth again.

Blair pulled back. "We can't go to my house. Eleanor is fresh from Paris. She's expecting me immediately after French Club." Blair's forehead wrinkled, "Well if I were going to French Club but you know what I'm saying."

Chuck's fingers slipped from her hair as he tipped his head against the back of the seat with a groan. "Fuck me."

Blair pressed against him giving his cock another stroke. "No, you fuck me."

He turned his head eyeing her. "All this talk about Eleanor has ruined my mood."

Blair rolled her eyes; she had had enough. He was brooding like a child and their time together was wasting away. She slid her hand up his chest pulling on his tie as she turned into him sliding her leg between his thighs. Her skirt rode up exposing a sliver of ivory skin above her stockings.

The display wasn't missed by Chuck and he reached out with his fingers stroking the exposed skin. It felt like silk to his touch. His breath caught as she stroked his cock once again before squeezing his balls gently.

"You still feel very much in the mood to me, Bass," she whispered against his lips before kissing him shoving her hands into his hair and tugging. She was straddling his thigh at this point and she ground her center against him.

His hand slowly made its way under her skirt pausing as his fingers skimmed the barely there lace thong she was wearing. He slipped a finger under the flimsy material sliding against her dampness.

He was still in awe, even after all these weeks of fucking her, to find her so receptive and ready. Blair Waldorf was many things but frigid was not one of them. Her uptight, type A image was just a façade to hide what she truly was; a hot, wanton, fuckable woman. He should've realized it earlier. No one was wound that tight without having a secret side of some kind.

As he stroked his finger over her clit she inhaled sharply and he smirked against her mouth. "Always the eager one aren't you, Waldorf?"

She tugged hard at the back of his hair. "Stop talking."

He caught her bottom lip between his teeth nipping on it sharply before releasing it with a whispered, "Bitch."

She rearranged herself so she was straddling him. Her mouth found his again.

Chuck was done messing around. His hands slid up her thighs. He hooked his fingers into the the thin straps of her thong pulling hard, tearing it from her. He then reached into his pants pocket pulling out the condom he had slid there while waiting for her.

Chuck watched as she took it from him opening the foil package and sliding the condom over his erect cock. He had seen few things as sexy as this.

Blair placed her hands on his shoulders raising herself up a bit. Chuck didn't need to be told as he positioned himself at her wet opening and she slid slowly down onto him. He stared at her as her head tipped back slightly and her eyes closed.

After a few seconds she slowly began to move up and down on him. His hands instinctively went to her hips squeezing hard enough to probably leave a mark. He watched as her small breasts bounced under her pristine, white blouse. He knew if he reached up and unbuttoned the tiny pearl buttons he would find a virginal, white lace camisole and bra underneath. The thought of it was almost as good as the reality.

She began to pick up the pace as her peak began to build. He raised his hips on her upstroke filling her completely. She was still as tight as that very first night on this very same seat. Each time felt just as good; better even. He had never had anyone like her. With most of his women he would grow bored and disinterested after a time or two but with Blair it was the exact opposite. The more he tasted of her the more he wanted of her.

She buried her face into the side of his neck as she came hard on top of him. Her scream was muffled as he continued to push into her finishing with a groan.

She remained on top of him for a minute or two and he could feel her warm breath against the side of his neck as she tried to regain her composure. He felt himself began to soften inside her and he held onto the condom as she slowly slid herself from his lap.

He removed the condom tying it off before tossing it into the empty ice bucket on the side console. Blair was rearranging her skirt as she glanced around.

"Where are my underwear?" She removed her headband running a hand through her tangled curls before sliding it perfectly back into place.

He reached out picking up her lace thong looking it over. "They're not wearable." He slid the scrap of lace into his pocket before pulling up his boxers and khakis.

She rolled his eyes. "I cannot walk into my house and greet my mother without any underwear on."

Chuck shrugged reaching up to press the intercom button. "The Waldorf residence." Chuck knew that they were probably within blocks of Blair's house. Arthur was nothing if not astute.

Feeling Blair's death glare directed at him he turned to look at her. "What?"

Before she could respond the limo came to a stop in front of her building. She reached across to the other seat grabbing her bag. She went to open the door but he stopped her.

"Will I see you later tonight?" Sometimes she came by his suite after she had gone out with Serena and the girls.

She shook her head. "No, I have to attend this dinner with my mother."

His lip curled in disgust. "Eleanor is a real cock block isn't she?"

Blair raised her eyebrows at him. "You'll survive." She opened the door sliding out. Before she closed it she turned back leaning over to look at him. "I'm sure you'll find something productive to do."

He smirked at her as he pulled the lace thong from his pocket. "I'll put these to good use." He lifted them to his face inhaling deeply.

She looked completely appalled. "You are absolutely vile."

"And you fucking love it." He slid the thong back into his pocket. "Have a good night, Waldorf."

Her only response was the slam of the door.

Chuck watched through the tinted window as she rushed up to the building where her doorman was holding the door ajar for her. He watched as she smiled at him probably thanking him before disappearing inside.

He thought of her riding the elevator up to the penthouse trying to straighten her appearance. Would Eleanor suspect that her beautiful, straight laced daughter had been thoroughly fucked in the back seat of his limo just a few minutes earlier? Would she notice the flush of Blair's cheeks, the slightly musky scent of sex, the wrinkled skirt and know what they had been up too?

He felt hard just thinking about her standing there in the marble foyer of the Waldorf penthouse trying to appear normal and pulled together with the wetness of her orgasm still between her thighs.

He knocked once on the partition which was the signal for Arthur to take him home.

He pulled the lace thong from his pocket once again. He would definitely be putting these to very good use.