There was something to be said about bringing a great man to his knees, and regardless of how annoying or crass Chuck was, there was no denying he was great. Not that Seren would ever admit to that, ever. The panties had been a ploy, a ploy to distract his step-brother at one port or another, possibly while sauntering around the house, but this was something else. They were playing a game that meant the stakes were to be raised up finally. “Huh? Oh yeah, he’s around here somewhere. Not that I’ve been paying much attention. He probably has his face deep in some pussy as we speak.” Biting back a laugh, Seren gripped down on Chuck’s shoulder, watching him appreciate every last inch of his perfectly taut body. Leaning in his chair, one leg draped comfortably, he let out a whine, his body reacting with a layer of goosebumps. “Nothing.” He said quickly as the bitch on the other end caught his gasp, playing it off once more as nothing. Grinding up, he tried his best to act less than into it. That way Chuck would work for it, harder and harder. Eyes locked on each others, he raised a challenging brow before forcing the brunette’s face deeper between his thighs, all but slamming the phone down at the bite. “Fuck... What? No. I hit my foot, shut up. Go on.” He begged, Blair thinking it was for him, and so the story continued. “You know how I love hearing you.. talk.” Again, words holding a double meaning. Frankly, Seren wanted the Chuck Bass best, and that included his infamous dirty talk. Fingers continued to graze over the males shoulder, easing higher until the bunched the thick locks tightly were strained against his digits.
