FIC: A Hungry Smitten Eye, NC17
Title: A Hungry Smitten Eye
Author: geonncannon
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: They do not belong to anyone, and this is just a little fantasy. No one will be harmed. :D
Note:If you want to hear the song played in the story, it's Tarantulove by Hawksley Workman. Have it playing on repeat while you read. It should help. ~g~
Prompt: Striptease. Blake, in drag, strips for Leighton. She has an extra special surprise, in the form of a strap-on, beneath her pants!
Leighton called it a bluff. Sure, Blake had mentioned stripping if Gossip Girl got cancelled, but that was in season one when there were no promises about the future of the show. And even when they joked about it now, Leighton knew that it was all just a game for Blake. A little tease to get Leighton's blood boiling. There was no way that Blake would actually go through with it. So she raised an eyebrow when the subject came up, bumped her shoulder against Blake's, hesitated a moment before she laughed and shook her head. "Yeah, right," she said, rolling her eyes as she picked up her water bottle and took a long drink. Blake would never make good on the promise, but the image, for a fleeing moment, had made her mouth a little dry.
Blake hadn't expected laughter at the idea. Sure, it was a little out there, but it wasn't that far. They had already seen each other naked, they had fingered each other in both of their trailers. So far they had drawn the line at sex, so stripping had to be within the real of possibility. Unless, of course, Leighton just thought Blake was too vanilla to make good on her promise.
Blake let the comment drop, let the promise fall to the back of Leighton's mind. She waited until it was almost forgotten before she invited Leighton over to her place for a post-shoot wind-down. Leighton agreed, and followed Blake's car through town. Blake gestured at the living room and said, "Make yourself comfortable." She brushed her lips over Leighton's cheek and headed into the bedroom.
Leighton sat on the couch, legs crossed, idly examining the decorations. Blake definitely liked to make a place a home; her trailer was cluttered with photographs and toys and little mementos of her family and friends. Her apartment was no different. Leighton leaned forward to examine the magazines on the coffee table when she heard Blake coming back down the hall. She glanced up, lips parted to ask if Blake wanted to eat before or after they "relaxed," but her jaw continued to drop and she leaned back, speechless as she took in Blake's change in outfit.
Blake wore men's slacks, a tucked-in dress shirt and tie. Her hands were in her pockets, pushing back the tail of her blazer to reveal thin red suspenders. Her necktie was also red, her hair gathered underneath a fedora tilted forward to cover her eyes. She struck a pose, rolled back her shoulders, and lifted her chin to eye Leighton from under the brim of her hat.
"Well?"
Leighton made a show of licking her lips. She leaned back on the couch, arms resting on the back, and she said, "Wow. Looks like I was wrong about you, Lively."
Blake smirked and walked across the room to the stereo. She pressed a few buttons and, a second later, Hawksley Workman began to sing amid a cacophony of guitars and a steady drumbeat. Blake began to move her hips in time to the music, her entire body moving fluidly as she reached up and ran her hands along the collar of her jacket. She slipped it off her shoulders and looked back, eyeing Leighton as she walked backward from the stereo to the couch.
Leighton tried to keep blinking at a minimum as Blake shed the jacket and tossed it across the room. She turned and planted her feet shoulder-width apart, her hands at the collar of her shirt. She loosened the tie, letting it hang loose like her costume on the show, and she undid the top button of her shirt. Leighton licked her lips, but Blake moved her hands away. She hooked her thumbs in the suspenders and rocked her hips, pulling the elastic away from her torso before spreading her arms and taking the suspenders down.
Blake let the suspenders dangle as she continued to move in time to the music. She took off her fedora, blonde hair tumbling down as she bent at the waist, leaning forward to place the hat on Leighton's head. Leighton chuckled and pushed the hat back, giving herself an unimpeded view of Blake's dance.
The song ended and, a second later, started over. Leighton licked her lips and moved her hands to her inner thighs as Blake backed away again. She kept her eyes locked on Leighton as she undid each button of her shirt one... at... a... time... Leighton pressed her palms against her thighs as she watched the buttons come undone, hoping for a lacy bra. Instead, Blake wore a scoop-neck T-shirt underneath. Not the bra she hoped to see, but definitely nothing to sneeze at.
Blake let the shirt hang open, held in place by her tie as she raised her arms and clasped her hands over her head. The dance became all about her hips and stomach, and Leighton couldn't tear her eyes away from them. Blake's breasts pressed against the T-shirt, her nipples hard and pressing against the fabric. Leighton shifted on the couch cushion, her hands moving higher as she watched Blake's face.
Blake moved her hands down, cupping her breasts through her shirt before she grabbed the tie. She yanked it free, wrapped the ends around her hands, and bent forward again. She looped the tie around Leighton's neck and pulled her forward, crushing their lips together in a wanton kiss. Leighton thrust her tongue hungrily into Blake's mouth, hoping to imply what would happen if Blake stopped this silly tease right now, but Blake pulled back and left Leighton gasping. Leighton leaned back, eyes locked on Blake with a promise to get her vengeance at a later date.
If she noticed the threat, Blake ignored it. She shrugged out of her blouse, dangling it from one finger before she let it fall. Leighton squirmed and pressed both hands between her legs, eyelids fluttering as she rubbed her palm against herself, wishing it was Blake, flesh on flesh. She bit her bottom lip, eyes focused like a laser beam on Blake's undulating body. Blake's hands dropped again, to the buckle of her thin leather belt, and Leighton suddenly noticed there was more... there than there should have been. Her breath caught as she considered and discarded other explanations for that bulge in the fabric.
She came up empty.
"Blake..." she said.
"Shh," Blake said. The belt was undone and she stepped forward, straddling Leighton's legs. "Unbutton my pants," Blake said.
Leighton reached up with one hand, leaving the other at work, and grimaced as she struggled to undo the pants with just one hand. She was trembling by the time she got it open, and tugged the zipper down to expose plain white cotton boxer shorts. Blake retreated again, and pushed her pants down off her hips. The pink tip of her cock stuck out of the flap on her boxers, and Leighton pressed both hands between her legs, rocking her hips against her hands as Blake continued to writhe in time to the song.
Finally, Blake hooked her thumbs under the elastic of her boxers, locked eyes with Leighton, and shoved them down. Her dildo caught on the material and swung, and Leighton licked her lips and slid forward on the couch. Blake reached down and put her hands on Leighton's shoulders, holding her back.
Leighton said, "Blake, please... let me..."
Blake relaxed her hand, letting it slide down Leighton's back as Leighton leaned down. Leighton gripped the base of Blake's cock and stroked it slowly before aiming it toward her mouth. She parted her lips and extended her tongue, circling the tip before letting it slip into her mouth. She closed her eyes as she slid her fingers down the shaft, resting her palm against Blake's hip as she began to suck.
Blake moved her hand to the back of Leighton's head, playing with her hair as Leighton took the rubber cock deeper into her mouth, sucking hard when she pulled back. The pressure tugged on the strap between Blake's legs, and she gasped and moved her hips against it as Leighton tightened her lips around the egg-shaped head. She teased the tip with her teeth, circled her tongue, and stroked her hand along its length before she looked up at Blake. She smiled, and Blake pushed her hair out of her face and smiled back.
"Are you wet?" Leighton asked.
"Why don't you check?"
Leighton kept her eyes locked on Blake as she moved her hand lower, between Blake's thighs. She pushed her fingers under the harness, and Blake shuddered and groaned as Leighton's fingers slipped over wet flesh. She grinned, nipping at Blake's cock with her lips. "You like that? Does that feel good, Blake?" She kissed the toy, rolling her tongue back and forth along the underside before moving up to kiss and suckle the head. "Do you like that? Is it going to make you come?"
"Uh-huh..."
"You have to say it," Leighton said, withdrawing her hand.
"Please," Blake whimpered. "Make me come, Leighton..."
Leighton took the cock back into her mouth, sucking hard as she crossed her fingers and slipped them into Blake. She pulled her head back, gasped, and said, "Talk to me, Blake..."
"You're going to make me come," Blake said. "Gonna... come in your mouth..."
Leighton moaned and went back to work.
"Yes, Leighton, yes... please..." Blake rolled her head back on her shoulders, tightened her hand on the back of Leighton's head, and began thrusting into her mouth as she came, muscles tightening around Leighton's fingers, her mouth hanging open in a silent cry as waves and waves of pleasure washed over her. When she opened her eyes, she moved her hands to Leighton's shoulders and looked down at her lover, now blushing and embarrassed. Leighton looked up, placed a kiss to the side of the cock, and then withdrew her hand.
Leighton stood, rested her hands on Blake's shoulders, and leaned in to kiss her. With Blake barefoot and Leighton in shoes, they were the same height. The cock pressed against the crotch of Leighton's jeans, and she moved her hips against them to try and soothe the itch growing there.
"Problem?" Blake asked, breaking the kiss just long enough to speak.
"Nothing... a trip... to the bedroom... couldn't solve..."
Blake broke the kiss, rolled her eyes, and theatrically leaned back. "Ugh. Bedroom. Must you be so vanilla?"
Leighton pinched Blake's hip, illiciting a shriek as Leighton twisted their bodies and dropped Blake onto the couch, pinning her to the cushions. Leighton pushed herself up, looming over Blake with a gleam in her eyes. She guided Blake's hand to the button of her jeans and said, "I'll show you vanilla..."
Blake chuckled and laid back, letting Leighton show her how it was done.
End
Author: geonncannon
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: They do not belong to anyone, and this is just a little fantasy. No one will be harmed. :D
Note:If you want to hear the song played in the story, it's Tarantulove by Hawksley Workman. Have it playing on repeat while you read. It should help. ~g~
Prompt: Striptease. Blake, in drag, strips for Leighton. She has an extra special surprise, in the form of a strap-on, beneath her pants!
Leighton called it a bluff. Sure, Blake had mentioned stripping if Gossip Girl got cancelled, but that was in season one when there were no promises about the future of the show. And even when they joked about it now, Leighton knew that it was all just a game for Blake. A little tease to get Leighton's blood boiling. There was no way that Blake would actually go through with it. So she raised an eyebrow when the subject came up, bumped her shoulder against Blake's, hesitated a moment before she laughed and shook her head. "Yeah, right," she said, rolling her eyes as she picked up her water bottle and took a long drink. Blake would never make good on the promise, but the image, for a fleeing moment, had made her mouth a little dry.
Blake hadn't expected laughter at the idea. Sure, it was a little out there, but it wasn't that far. They had already seen each other naked, they had fingered each other in both of their trailers. So far they had drawn the line at sex, so stripping had to be within the real of possibility. Unless, of course, Leighton just thought Blake was too vanilla to make good on her promise.
Blake let the comment drop, let the promise fall to the back of Leighton's mind. She waited until it was almost forgotten before she invited Leighton over to her place for a post-shoot wind-down. Leighton agreed, and followed Blake's car through town. Blake gestured at the living room and said, "Make yourself comfortable." She brushed her lips over Leighton's cheek and headed into the bedroom.
Leighton sat on the couch, legs crossed, idly examining the decorations. Blake definitely liked to make a place a home; her trailer was cluttered with photographs and toys and little mementos of her family and friends. Her apartment was no different. Leighton leaned forward to examine the magazines on the coffee table when she heard Blake coming back down the hall. She glanced up, lips parted to ask if Blake wanted to eat before or after they "relaxed," but her jaw continued to drop and she leaned back, speechless as she took in Blake's change in outfit.
Blake wore men's slacks, a tucked-in dress shirt and tie. Her hands were in her pockets, pushing back the tail of her blazer to reveal thin red suspenders. Her necktie was also red, her hair gathered underneath a fedora tilted forward to cover her eyes. She struck a pose, rolled back her shoulders, and lifted her chin to eye Leighton from under the brim of her hat.
"Well?"
Leighton made a show of licking her lips. She leaned back on the couch, arms resting on the back, and she said, "Wow. Looks like I was wrong about you, Lively."
Blake smirked and walked across the room to the stereo. She pressed a few buttons and, a second later, Hawksley Workman began to sing amid a cacophony of guitars and a steady drumbeat. Blake began to move her hips in time to the music, her entire body moving fluidly as she reached up and ran her hands along the collar of her jacket. She slipped it off her shoulders and looked back, eyeing Leighton as she walked backward from the stereo to the couch.
Leighton tried to keep blinking at a minimum as Blake shed the jacket and tossed it across the room. She turned and planted her feet shoulder-width apart, her hands at the collar of her shirt. She loosened the tie, letting it hang loose like her costume on the show, and she undid the top button of her shirt. Leighton licked her lips, but Blake moved her hands away. She hooked her thumbs in the suspenders and rocked her hips, pulling the elastic away from her torso before spreading her arms and taking the suspenders down.
Blake let the suspenders dangle as she continued to move in time to the music. She took off her fedora, blonde hair tumbling down as she bent at the waist, leaning forward to place the hat on Leighton's head. Leighton chuckled and pushed the hat back, giving herself an unimpeded view of Blake's dance.
The song ended and, a second later, started over. Leighton licked her lips and moved her hands to her inner thighs as Blake backed away again. She kept her eyes locked on Leighton as she undid each button of her shirt one... at... a... time... Leighton pressed her palms against her thighs as she watched the buttons come undone, hoping for a lacy bra. Instead, Blake wore a scoop-neck T-shirt underneath. Not the bra she hoped to see, but definitely nothing to sneeze at.
Blake let the shirt hang open, held in place by her tie as she raised her arms and clasped her hands over her head. The dance became all about her hips and stomach, and Leighton couldn't tear her eyes away from them. Blake's breasts pressed against the T-shirt, her nipples hard and pressing against the fabric. Leighton shifted on the couch cushion, her hands moving higher as she watched Blake's face.
Blake moved her hands down, cupping her breasts through her shirt before she grabbed the tie. She yanked it free, wrapped the ends around her hands, and bent forward again. She looped the tie around Leighton's neck and pulled her forward, crushing their lips together in a wanton kiss. Leighton thrust her tongue hungrily into Blake's mouth, hoping to imply what would happen if Blake stopped this silly tease right now, but Blake pulled back and left Leighton gasping. Leighton leaned back, eyes locked on Blake with a promise to get her vengeance at a later date.
If she noticed the threat, Blake ignored it. She shrugged out of her blouse, dangling it from one finger before she let it fall. Leighton squirmed and pressed both hands between her legs, eyelids fluttering as she rubbed her palm against herself, wishing it was Blake, flesh on flesh. She bit her bottom lip, eyes focused like a laser beam on Blake's undulating body. Blake's hands dropped again, to the buckle of her thin leather belt, and Leighton suddenly noticed there was more... there than there should have been. Her breath caught as she considered and discarded other explanations for that bulge in the fabric.
She came up empty.
"Blake..." she said.
"Shh," Blake said. The belt was undone and she stepped forward, straddling Leighton's legs. "Unbutton my pants," Blake said.
Leighton reached up with one hand, leaving the other at work, and grimaced as she struggled to undo the pants with just one hand. She was trembling by the time she got it open, and tugged the zipper down to expose plain white cotton boxer shorts. Blake retreated again, and pushed her pants down off her hips. The pink tip of her cock stuck out of the flap on her boxers, and Leighton pressed both hands between her legs, rocking her hips against her hands as Blake continued to writhe in time to the song.
Finally, Blake hooked her thumbs under the elastic of her boxers, locked eyes with Leighton, and shoved them down. Her dildo caught on the material and swung, and Leighton licked her lips and slid forward on the couch. Blake reached down and put her hands on Leighton's shoulders, holding her back.
Leighton said, "Blake, please... let me..."
Blake relaxed her hand, letting it slide down Leighton's back as Leighton leaned down. Leighton gripped the base of Blake's cock and stroked it slowly before aiming it toward her mouth. She parted her lips and extended her tongue, circling the tip before letting it slip into her mouth. She closed her eyes as she slid her fingers down the shaft, resting her palm against Blake's hip as she began to suck.
Blake moved her hand to the back of Leighton's head, playing with her hair as Leighton took the rubber cock deeper into her mouth, sucking hard when she pulled back. The pressure tugged on the strap between Blake's legs, and she gasped and moved her hips against it as Leighton tightened her lips around the egg-shaped head. She teased the tip with her teeth, circled her tongue, and stroked her hand along its length before she looked up at Blake. She smiled, and Blake pushed her hair out of her face and smiled back.
"Are you wet?" Leighton asked.
"Why don't you check?"
Leighton kept her eyes locked on Blake as she moved her hand lower, between Blake's thighs. She pushed her fingers under the harness, and Blake shuddered and groaned as Leighton's fingers slipped over wet flesh. She grinned, nipping at Blake's cock with her lips. "You like that? Does that feel good, Blake?" She kissed the toy, rolling her tongue back and forth along the underside before moving up to kiss and suckle the head. "Do you like that? Is it going to make you come?"
"Uh-huh..."
"You have to say it," Leighton said, withdrawing her hand.
"Please," Blake whimpered. "Make me come, Leighton..."
Leighton took the cock back into her mouth, sucking hard as she crossed her fingers and slipped them into Blake. She pulled her head back, gasped, and said, "Talk to me, Blake..."
"You're going to make me come," Blake said. "Gonna... come in your mouth..."
Leighton moaned and went back to work.
"Yes, Leighton, yes... please..." Blake rolled her head back on her shoulders, tightened her hand on the back of Leighton's head, and began thrusting into her mouth as she came, muscles tightening around Leighton's fingers, her mouth hanging open in a silent cry as waves and waves of pleasure washed over her. When she opened her eyes, she moved her hands to Leighton's shoulders and looked down at her lover, now blushing and embarrassed. Leighton looked up, placed a kiss to the side of the cock, and then withdrew her hand.
Leighton stood, rested her hands on Blake's shoulders, and leaned in to kiss her. With Blake barefoot and Leighton in shoes, they were the same height. The cock pressed against the crotch of Leighton's jeans, and she moved her hips against them to try and soothe the itch growing there.
"Problem?" Blake asked, breaking the kiss just long enough to speak.
"Nothing... a trip... to the bedroom... couldn't solve..."
Blake broke the kiss, rolled her eyes, and theatrically leaned back. "Ugh. Bedroom. Must you be so vanilla?"
Leighton pinched Blake's hip, illiciting a shriek as Leighton twisted their bodies and dropped Blake onto the couch, pinning her to the cushions. Leighton pushed herself up, looming over Blake with a gleam in her eyes. She guided Blake's hand to the button of her jeans and said, "I'll show you vanilla..."
Blake chuckled and laid back, letting Leighton show her how it was done.
End