Fandom: Gossip Girl/Grey's Anatomy
Pairing: Blair Waldorf/Jackson Avery
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Summary: A future fic. You’ll come out of nowhere and into my life.
This chapter is slow and longer than the others but I'm very pleased with how this one turned out. Next chapter, more Blair/Jackson time and Mark and Lexie will appear as well. If you read, please comment. Thank you!
Chapter Five –
“I can’t breathe,” Blair panted as she laid on her back in the middle of the bed, completely naked with Jackson on his stomach between her legs.
He grinned, lifting his head though two of his fingers remained curled inside of her, slowly thrusting back and forth, the last of the tremors quaking through her body causing her inner muscles to squeeze around them. Her chest was heaving up and down, her pale skin was flushed with beads of sweat clinging to her. She looked so damn beautiful and in this moment, for the first time since he had met her in the airport bar, he felt that maybe there weren’t any walls surrounding her to scale. She was completely open and free. He kind of liked the idea of his tongue and fingers setting her free for the night.
“I’m actually really going to need you to breathe,” he joked before pressing a wet, open-mouthed kiss on the inside of her thigh.
Blair closed her eyes, trying to slow her heart down as it pounded in her chest so quickly, crashing into her ribcage with each thump, it almost hurt. “You’re a doctor though. Couldn’t you revive me if you needed to?” She asked and even with her eyes closed, she could hear him smiling.
“I could if I had to. That doesn’t mean that I want to,” he pulled himself up, sitting on his knees and with one hand pressed to the inside of her thigh, keeping her legs open, he continued slowly pushing his fingers in before pulling them out and pushing them back in – a slow, steady fuck that had Blair squirming and biting down on her lower lip. His other hand began rubbing up and down her thigh, only adding to her overloaded senses. “Look at me,” he ordered in a low voice and it took her a moment but her eyes finally opened and turning her head, she looked at him. “I’m going to get a condom now. But only if you’re ready for me.”
She nodded slightly, her heart jumping up to lodge in her throat. She was scared but she was definitely ready. He had just gone down on her and given her an orgasm with his tongue and mouth. They were already intimate and she found herself to still be on fire. She still wanted him – all of him.
“If you’re not… we have all night,” Jackson said when she remained silent.
That made her smile and keeping her eyes locked with his, she slowly sat up in front of him, Jackson pulling his fingers out of her, and both of his hands fell to his sides as he watched her. She leaned in, pressing her lips to his chest, right over his heart, and he wasn’t sure why but it made him close his eyes and rely on his other senses to feel her. His hands went to her head, his fingers combing through her hair – she had the softest hair he had ever touched and it smelled like some sort of fruit he couldn’t identify – and her lips were soft on his skin.
He was stripped down to his boxers and after going down on Blair and giving her an orgasm that had been so powerful, her cries had almost hurt his ears as her thighs clamped around his head, his erection had become unbearably painful. But he wasn’t going to rush this. They had all night and he didn’t want to scare her. There was a hesitancy to her movements – as if she was uncertain about what she was doing and Jackson wanted her to be as relaxed about this as possible.
Blair wasn’t sure what she was doing but she was determined to get this right. Her fingers began tracing the waistband of his boxers and she rested her forehead against his chest, looking down at the predominant bulge, knowing and yet, not knowing exactly, what waited for her underneath. She lifted her head and looked up at him and upon feeling her eyes, he opened his, looking down at her. With his hands still in her hair, he held her head and bent down, kissing her.
“Let me get a condom,” he murmured and she nodded, her hands touching his cheeks for a moment before he pulled away and stood up from the bed. His pants were crumpled on the floor and he grabbed them now, reaching into the back pocket for his wallet.
When he came back, the condom in his hand, Blair sat on the side of the bed, Jackson standing in front of her and her hands rested on his hips as she looked up at him. He couldn’t believe how beautiful she was. He had been with attractive women before but Blair Waldorf surpassed every single one of them. She almost couldn’t possibly be real. His hand went to her cheek and she smiled faintly, almost shyly, as if his head hadn’t just been between her legs and she was sitting before him, completely naked.
“You remind me of a painting,” he said and her eyes flashed with warmth.
“Which one?” She asked softly, reaching into his hand and taking the condom from him.
“Angel by Abbott Handerson Thayer,” he answered and for some reason, that almost made her laugh. She shook her head, smiling up at him. “Do you know that one?” He asked and wasn’t surprised when she nodded that she did.
“I’m just… I’m not an angel,” she said. “If you knew me…” she trailed off then and Jackson could sense a wall beginning to be built around her.
He bent down, kissing her, wanting her to remain with him. As if she understood that, Blair closed her eyes and kissed him back. She could taste the faintest hint of herself still on his lips and it made her blush but turned her on even more at the same time. She stretched her neck, pushing her lips against his just a bit harder. She loved the way he kissed her. She wondered if he would always kiss her as if he was starving for her. Even his gentle kisses had a hunger behind them that she had never experienced before.
It left her aching in so many ways. For his body, for his hands, for his lips. For something that terrified her because it was way too soon to be aching for anything like that.
She slowly pulled back and he watched her, his incredibly blue eyes darkening as she carefully ripped open the condom wrapper. Understanding the look in her eyes, he nodded ever so slightly and then began to push his boxers down at an excruciatingly slow speed, giving her time to stop this if she didn’t want it – though he had no idea what he would do if she stopped except take an unbearably cold shower.
Blair almost gulped as she saw Jackson’s erection for the first time. He stepped out of his boxers and stood before her completely naked, her eyes level with his incredibly hard… huge cock. Holy shit, she nearly whimpered and gasped at the same time. She couldn’t help but stare at it. It was thick and long and there was no way that her body was going to take all of this inside of her. Seeing all of Jackson now, Chuck couldn’t even be compared. Chuck had a penis. He knew how to use it, yes, but that’s what it was. A penis. A part of every male’s anatomy. What Jackson had… her body throbbed and her mouth watered just at the sight of it.
She hesitantly lifted her hand to touch it and when she did, Jackson’s body tensed despite having been expecting it. She looked up at him, pausing, but his head was tilted back and his eyes were closed. Blair slowly wrapped her fingers around it and when she stroked once down towards the head and then back towards the base, feeling how he was hot as a coal and hard as steel. She had never been comfortable doing this but when he let out a groan, she felt a surge of empowerment and shifting on the bed, she continued stroking him, first staring at his cock before looking up at him. His jaw was clenched so tightly, the muscles in his face twitched.
“Jackson,” she said, stopping her hand, putting her other one on his hip. “Come lay down,” she beckoned, scooting back on the bed for him. He nodded, breathing heavily, and he crawled onto the bed, laying down on his back, stretching his long body out. Blair leaned down as he situated his head on the pillows behind him and she kissed him, tucking strands of hair behind her ears. “I don’t really know what I’m doing,” she admitted in a whisper.
Jackson looked up at her, his hands sliding onto her cheeks, holding her face. “You know exactly what you’re doing,” he said and she felt herself smile, feeling quite pleased with herself. He smiled in return and pulled her down for another kiss. “I want you though. Not your hand or your mouth.” He gave her another kiss. “And I want you to be on top so you can be in control.”
Blair stared at him for another moment. She couldn’t remember the last time she had felt in control of anything.
She nodded slightly and sitting up, she picked the condom up and Jackson propped his head up on the pillows so he could watch as she slowly and carefully rolled the latex onto his cock. He couldn’t help but thrust slightly in her hands from her fingers touching him, light and almost teasing. Once the condom was on however, Blair didn’t make another move. Instead, she just stared at it, having no idea how to “be on top”. Of course she and Chuck had done the standard positions and some of the nonconventional ones but this wasn’t Chuck. She had never been with a man of Jackson’s size and she couldn’t just climb on something like this.
She took a deep breath. She was Blair Waldorf and she was nothing if not determined.
Jackson ran a hand up and down her thigh, watching her closely and her almost hesitancy at continuing. God, he needed her so badly to continue. “Blair-” he began to say but then Blair swiftly straddled his thighs, her hands on his chest.
I’m beautiful. This man wants me. I can do this, Blair was repeating to herself in her mind over and over again like a mantra as she rose herself up on her knees and wrapped a gentle hand around Jackson’s cock. His hands were rubbing her thighs and hips, sometimes slipping around to her ass, offering a way of relaxing her and she felt her body practically melt from his touch. He had such fantastic hands. No wonder he became a surgeon in life.
“Here,” he broke through her thoughts and covering her hand with his, he guided the head of his cock back and forth over her glistening pussy lips, making her gasp loudly. He watched her face closely. “Are you ready?” He asked and he almost felt as if he was going to blow right then and there when she bit down on her bottom lip and smiled faintly at him. He opened his mouth to tell her that she was gorgeous but before the words could be formed, Blair removed both of their hands and began to slowly, ever so slowly, lowered herself on him.
The softest moan escaped past her lips as the thick head slipped past her folds and began to stretch her. She paused, her hands on his stomach, his hands on her hips, and she closed her eyes, already panting.
“You’re huge,” she whispered and when she looked at him, he was smiling. “Guys love hearing that, don’t they?”
He smirked. “It’s not the worst thing to say to a guy.”
She rolled her eyes but couldn’t help but smile. She sank down slightly, taking just a bit more of him inside of her, taking her time but wondering if she should just slam down and take all of him inside of her at once. She moaned again, practically whimpering. He was so big and her body was doing its best to accommodate him.
It was taking every ounce of strength inside of Jackson to just not thrust his hips and slam his entire cock inside of her. She was so tight and wet, and the way she was squeezing his cock, it was driving him so close to that edge already. And the sounds she were making, straddling him and slowly taking his cock, it was driving him so fucking crazy. His hands massaged her ass, feeling her body tense each time she sank down just a little bit more.
“Go as slow as you want, baby,” he said.
The sentiment left his mouth easily and he wasn’t sure where it came from. He had never been one to call girls by pet names like that and he didn’t think that Blair would be the kind of girl to like being called things like that. He expected her to freeze and stare at him. But she didn’t do either of those things. Instead, her hands pressed down on his chest and she threw her head back as she sank down further. Jackson watched as his cock slowly disappeared inside of her and it was, by far, the most erotic thing he had ever seen. His hands gripped her hips and Blair took a deep breath, looking at him.
“This is taking too long,” she said, her breathing heavy. “I just need…” she shifted then on top of him and Jackson let out a soft grunt.
“Fuck, Blair,” he couldn’t help but exhale. “You’re so tight.”
“You’re only the third guy I’ve been with,” she revealed, figuring that he was half-way inside of her and there couldn’t had been a better time to be honest.
His eyes widened at that, surprise flashing across pools of dark blue. “How is that possible?” He asked, shaking his head slightly. It wasn’t that he thought she would have been promiscuous. Not at all. It was just… she was so beautiful, he imagined hundreds of guys chasing after her, trying to get with her.
“I don’t just sleep with whatever guy comes my way,” she almost frowned at the suggestion. Maybe she shouldn’t had been honest with him.
“I didn’t think you did,” he shook his head again. His hands flexed on her hips. “I just… I don’t want to say thank you for letting me be the third guy because that sounds like the really wrong thing to say, especially right now but…” he trailed off, words alluding him.
Blair felt herself smile and she leaned down, her hand sliding onto his cheek, and she kissed him. Jackson’s hands ran up her back, following the slope of her spine, before he buried his hands in her hair. He wasn’t sure what it was but he loved her hair. She opened her mouth and his tongue entered, touching hers, tasting her deeply, and as they kissed, Blair took a mental deep breath and without prolonging it any further, she rushed her hips down to meet his, his entire cock storming into her body and her body protesting sharply for a few seconds as it did its best to adjust to the large intrusion as quickly as possible.
They both moaned and their lips were forced to separate, both attempting to try to breathe. Blair had never been with someone so big and Jackson had never been with someone so tight. She felt so damn good, her soaked heat wrapped around him, squeezing him, and he closed his eyes, trying to keep himself calm long enough for them to both enjoy this.
Blair rested her forehead against his and closed her eyes for a moment, trying to relax. She felt one of his hands cupping the back of her head while his other hand rubbed circles on her back, not moving beneath her, giving her all of the time she needed. She smiled faintly and gently brushed her nose against his before she exhaled a deep breath and slowly pushed herself up into a sitting position again, unable to help but cry out softly, feeling him so deep and thick inside of her. She took just another moment to adjust.
“Thank god we have all night,” she heard herself say and he grinned, his hands rubbing up and down on her thighs. “Are you okay?” She then asked, looking down at him.
“Isn’t it the guy who usually asks that?” He smiled, amused.
“Neither guy before you asked,” she said before she could stop herself.
Jackson stared at her, seeing a brief flicker of pain across her face, and again, he felt surprise but this time, paired with it was anger. Who the hell were the two other guys who couldn’t even ask if she was alright when she so clearly wasn’t as comfortable with sex as other women? They sounded like complete assholes.
He suddenly sat up, making her gasp, causing him to sink completely inside of her, and his arms wrapped around her, bringing her chest flushed against his, his eyes staring intently into hers. “Are you okay?” He whispered.
Blair couldn’t explain it but being there with him, having him inside of her, having sex with him – him, a person she hardly knew – having him stare at her as if she was beautiful and his words expressed utter concern for her, she felt a warmth start in the center of her chest that slowly began seeping throughout the rest of her body. She felt it spread to the tips of her fingers and toes and to the top of her head. She felt it everywhere and she had never felt this warmth with Chuck. It was like the hottest cup of chocolate on the coldest day of the year.
It was wonderful but she knew that if she wasn’t careful, she would get used to it. She didn’t know Jackson enough to know if anything would come from her time in Seattle. She wasn’t holding onto hope though and she couldn’t allow herself to start fantasizing about something that wasn’t there – just like she had done with Nate and Chuck. It was such a horrible habit she had and it had left her with nothing except excruciating heartache. This time, she was going to force herself to remain in reality. Her entire life was in New York and his life was here, across the country, in Seattle. This was just sex between them. They were two consenting adults who were attracted to one another and who were now having sex. People did this every single day. Blair could do it, too.
She kissed him, a hand slipping onto the back of his neck, and with her lips still against his, they curved into a smile. “I’m okay,” she whispered back and then lifting her hips just slightly, she sank down again, closing her eyes.
For once, she was going to have just sex with a man. For once, Blair was going to feel everything on the outside and she was not going to let herself feel anything on the inside.
She was dozing in and out of sleep, curled onto her side, the white sheet of the bed wrapped around her still naked body. She was exhausted but Jackson felt wide awake as he laid on his side behind her, propped up on an elbow, his head resting in his hand and he was watching over her. Their legs were tangled together and his other arm was resting over her hip. Her breathing was steady and deep and he didn’t want to disturb her but her pale milky skin was beckoning to him. He slowly lowered his face and brushed his lips across her bare shoulder. The corner of her mouth pulled up in a smile.
It was late – almost four o’clock in the morning and Jackson was very grateful that he was off the next day and night. He had switched with another resident, already knowing that he would want to be with Blair. He wondered if she would mind if he spent his day off with her. He had never been one to just have sex with a woman and then leave – he didn’t mind staying around in bed for a little bit – but eventually, he always left and went off to do his own thing. But with Blair… already, with her, things were different and he was still being pulled in a million different directions in regards to her but unlike a few hours earlier, when he was certain he didn’t like it, now, he wasn’t so sure.
He kissed her shoulder again and a soft mmm hummed through her closed lips. He smiled before turning his arm and wrapping it around her front, slipping his hand between the mattress and her rib cage and he pulled her closer against his chest. She didn’t protest.
A vibrating sound broke through their quiet moment of contentment though and Blair’s eyes fluttered open upon hearing it. She knew exactly what it was and though she told herself to ignore it, she stretched her arm out nonetheless and collected her cell phone from the nightstand next to the bed. It was still vibrating with a call she desperately wanted to ignore and she stared down at the caller i.d., trying to find the strength to hit the ‘ignore’ button and toss the phone across the room. She was in bed with Jackson, she had just had the best sex of her life and her body was pleasantly boneless from all of the orgasms that had been deliciously torn from her. She didn’t want anything to intrude upon this night she was sharing with him.
Jackson frowned as he looked over her shoulder at the urgently vibrating phone in her hand. “Who’s Chuck?”