Shut Up (House/OC) 2 Shot. Again, very pointless.
Title: Shut Up (2/2)
Pairing: House/OC
Rating: NC-17
Summary: “I’ve come to make you an offer. I’ll give you a night of sex, or whatever so you’ll get your little fantasy out of your head and things can go back to the way they were. I figure if I fuck you, then maybe you’ll stay off my case about it for now on.”
Warning: Language, strong sexual content, talk of drug use
A/N: If you wanna read a random fic of House having sex with some girl I made up, then you'll love it!
House looked towards the apartment building in front of him, the apartment building in which Roxanne lived in. He had only been here twice. Once to drag her hung over ass out of bed, the other when he went threw her things to try to fit together his own personal puzzle of her. It was then that he had realized how alike they truly were. She was a song writer, had her own black and white electric Gibson sitting on a stand in her room, small keyboard in her front room. Posters hung on her walls of vintage 60’s bands like The Rolling Stones, The Beatles, The Zombies, and Led Zeppelin. Other posters were of 80’s, 90’s. and newer rock such as Linkin Park, Guns and Roses, Metallica, and Bush. House could still remember the smile that had came to his features when he looked threw her records and CD’s and couldn’t help but admire her taste in music.
Just as House did, she had her own stash. Mary Jane was her drug of choice, which he had already known from her coming into the office one day with blood shot eyes and a gullible personality. He didn’t inform Cuddy of her being high. It happened only once. Plus, one thing House wasn’t above everything was a hypocrite. It’d be different if she was putting herself in danger as his own co worker, Thirteen, had done. He smirked when he thought back to the purple and black bong he had found in a brown box in her closet along with a bag of weed and two joints already wrapped up and ready to be lit. He held back from stealing one of the joints, though he still wondered how strong the weed she bought actually was.
House cringed at the thought of what happened earlier that day, wishing to God he could’ve just for once swallow his pride and tell her that he was into her. Even if he wasn’t one for relationships, he still could’ve told her that he liked her. That way they could both get there rocks off, at least. Hell, he didn’t know. Maybe that’s all she wanted was sex. Or maybe she wanted something that was open to where they could see people they wanted with no strings attached, yet they were still together. He didn’t know. He had no damned clue as he sighed and limped inside of the building, looking for the familiar number on her door. B3.
He knocked against the door softly at first, leaning an ear against the door to make sure she was even there. He heard music being played, the tune sounding so familiar to his ears, though he couldn’t make it out. He started to become impatient as he grasped his cane firmly, banging it against the white wooden door repeatedly. Even if she didn’t want to answer the door, she had no choice but to. This had to be annoying, and House wasn’t going to let up on the knocking until she answered the door.
“I’m coming!” he heard her yell towards the door, a short lived grin appeared on his face at the sound of her voice. He took a step back once the door was pulled open. He had to hold back from groaning at the site that was before him. Her in ripped jeans and a T shirt was a temptation in itself, but her in skimpy black shorts and a tight tank top that showed off her navel was deviously seducing. Once his eyes got there fill of exposed skin, he glanced towards her confused and angered expression, biting the inside of his cheek at the look.
“What do you want?” she asked.
“In.” he replied smoothly. She stood there for a moment, her hands resting on her hips, reminding him of Wilson’s stance when he’d scold him for being an ass or taking Vicodin. Ugh, he didn’t want to see her scold him as well. He watched her relax and finally step aside, pulling the door open wider for him to step inside. He walked in slowly, finally realizing the familiar tune was none other than Time Of The Season by The Zombies. He held back from smiling at her for listening to such a classic as she shut the door behind them.
“Again, what do you want?” she asked. Her tone wasn’t angry or confused, though her expressions told another story. She wished that he hadn’t had shown up. She was so pissed off and sad at what he had said to her that afternoon that she was surprised in herself that she still gave him the time of day even after he insulted her the way he did. . House glanced around the room, looking towards her vintage posters, to her CD and Record player, to her blank TV screen. He looked everywhere but her face.
“I’ve come to make you an offer. I’ll give you a night of sex, or whatever so you’ll get your little fantasy out of your head and things can go back to the way they were. I figure if I fuck you, then maybe you’ll stay off my case about it for now on.” he replied, glancing towards her now to see her reaction. Again, he had failed to say what he meant to say, making it sound like he had came just to add insult to injurie, but he hadn’t. She had no idea how hard this truly was for him. To try and open up and say ‘I like you back’. Roxxie crossed her arms and looked towards him in disbelief. She crossed her arms, damn it. That was her scolding stance.
“You gotta be shitting me.” she muttered under her breath as she walked past him, grabbing her pack of Marlboro reds and headed towards the balcony of her apartment. She couldn’t believe he had the audacity to come into her own home and mock her once again. Hadn’t he already had his fun with practically ripping her heart in two this afternoon? She didn’t need this from him. He took pride in taking control over people, and all be damned if she was going to let him control her. She leaned against the metal banister of the balcony, lighting the cigarette between her fingers.
“Shit.” House whispered, half tempted to knock himself in the head a few times with his cane. He pissed her off again. God damn it! Why was it when he tried to be serious it still backfired on him? He sighed and rubbed the stubble of his jaw. Today just wasn’t his day. He limped towards the balcony, leaning against the sliding glass door that led out to it.
He watched her carefully, noting every single move she made. Noticing how beautiful she looked in the moonlight. The way her blond hair spilled against her back, so long and elegant. The way her natural curves looked against the tight fitting tank and black shorts made him have to suppress a moan. Her long legs, her small torso, her full bosom, her beautiful facial features. Everything about her made him addicted. He couldn’t help himself, not anymore. He knew if he wanted her, he needed to take what he wanted without asking twice about it.
House walked closer to her, taking in the scent of her hair once he was behind her. She always smelt of a mixture of vanilla, and some kind of wild berry. Smells that House usually hated, seemed to drive him insane when he smelt them on her. He felt her back stiffen, letting him know that she knew he was behind her, though she didn’t do anything. Didn’t turn around, or egnolage he was there, or tell him to fuck off. She just stood there, not saying a word, staying stiff as a board. He gripped her arm and spun her around, quickly pinning her body between his and the banister.
“House, what the-,” she didn’t have time to finish her sentence. House had silenced her words with his mouth, claiming her as his hands tangled in her blond main. Roxxie trembled against him, gasping for breath once he had changed his position, kissing her at a new angle. Roxxie couldn’t believe what she was feeling. Her whole body from the top of her hair to the tips of her toes burned in the kiss. Her anger flew from her mind as her hand clasped the back of his neck, her other hand fisting his navy blue band T shirt. His tongue slid inside of her mouth slowly as he pinned her harder against the banister, needing to feel her body against his.
The slightly rough kiss turned into an attack of hungry kisses. Teeth and tongues fought together to dominate one another. Hands groped places they’d only thought of touching, touching as much exposed skin as they could. Their breath became harsher as House roughly tugged on her bottom lip with his teeth, hearing a whimpered moan come from her. It was like music to his ears. The most beautiful music he had ever had the pleasure of hearing. Roxxie’s hands slid beneath his shirt, fingers memorizing the soft skin against hard muscles. Touching the small patch of hair that laid against the middle of his chest and trailed down to his pelvic.
Roxxie pushed him away from her roughly, both of them fighting for breath. Both of there blue eyes glared towards each other, turning a dark shade of blue, showing the lust they both had for each other. She smirked wickedly towards him, the look made House nearly cum in his jeans as she slid past him. She grabbed the hem of her tank top, slowly pulling it over her head and threw it to the floor. House grabbed the banister behind him tightly to silence the groan that rose in his throat of her being nearly fully exposed to him. She looked back towards him, watching him gaze over her bare back with a predatorial look. She raised a eyebrow towards him, challenging him as she made her way to her bedroom.
House growled under his breath as he limped after her, his jeans feeling three sizes smaller than usual. He glanced towards the floor, noting that her black shorts lay towards her couch in the front room. As he advanced towards her room, he spotted a red laced bra. Three steps after that, a matching thong lay in its place. He swallowed the lump in his throat as he gazed towards her bedroom door that was cracked open. She had no idea, no fucking idea of the monster she was turning him into. But she was about to find out. He pushed the door open hard, slamming in behind him, watching her naked form jump towards the gesture. He glared over her body, a picture of perfection before him that he was finally going to be able to grope with his hands and mouth all he wanted. His jeans were four sizes small now.
He removed his shirt, watching her intake a sharp breath and glare towards his half exposed body. He smirked himself, not giving her the satisfaction of seeing him naked yet. Just to get under her skin even more than what he already was. He let his cane fall to the floor and set his knee on the bed, pushing her back roughly against the bed. His body dominated over hers, making her look like some innocent girl next door and he was a sex fiend pervert. He knew better, though. He may be a pervert, but she was far from innocent. Which was why he was attracted to her. If she was a good girl, he wouldn’t have paid attention to her. She broke the rules, did what she wanted to do, told it like it was, and it was the biggest turn on to him.
Roxxie looked towards him, her hands roaming his upper half before he pinned her wrist down. She moaned softly at the contact, loving that he was being rough with her. That’s what she wanted from him. Not romance, not lovely dovey bullshit, she wanted to fuck. Fuck him as hard and fast as she could until her body became numb. He watched as his gorgeous blue eyes looked over her body in want, glaring towards her full mounds, down to the bare flesh between her legs. He let go of one of her hands, quickly pinning both wrist together with one hand as he let his free hand roam her body. Passing the valley between her breast, her smooth flat stomach, slowly trailing south.
Her back arched against his hand as he slowly touched her soft skin. She felt his fingers teasingly pass her swollen clit, her eyes closing at the feeling. Without warning, House shoved his finger inside her core, bringing a cry from Roxxie’s mouth. House clamped his hand over her mouth, making her look up towards him.
“Shut up.” he growled as he slammed his finger in and out of her, uncovering her mouth. She breathed heavily, yet made no sound which brought a smirk to House’s face that she was doing what she was told. He slid his finger from her, hearing her whimper in protest, quickly shutting her up as he shoved two fingers inside of her now, hearing another cry come from her.
“I said shut up!” he yelled towards her, glaring harshly down towards her. Seeing her eyes grow wide towards the yell. Her nostrils flared as she hunched against his fingers, aching for his cock to take his fingers place.
“Make me.” she tested him, watching him glare towards her with a challenging glare. Yes, oh fuck yes, she fought back. The thing he wanted most was for her to fight back. His hand let go of her wrist, a better dominate move in mind for him. He clamped his hand around her small neck, hearing her gasp for air, watching as her eyes rolled to the back of her head.
“Don’t fucking test me, Roxanne.” he groaned towards her, working his fingers in and out of her as he choked her with his other hand. He saw the flash of satisfaction hit her face and held back a groan. She liked this. Damn it, she liked this. Just as he suspected. He loved being right. Before he knew it though, her fingers were going to work on his jeans. Unbuttoning and unzipping the fabric. He didn’t stop her, he needed relief. Once he felt his jeans hit the back of his knees he sighed, waiting for her to pull his boxers down and spring his member free, but she didn’t. Instead she slowly ran her fingers against the large bulge of his boxers, bringing a groan from him that he never wanted to let out. She smirked towards him which made him pissed. She hadn’t won the game, yet.
The fight for dominance was in full effect now. All they could think about was who was the weaker person between the two of them. Roxxie didn’t want to lose, neither did House. With them both fighting to be the person why was in charge over everything, there was no doubt that this sex was going to be painful in the best way ever. Roxxie dug her nails deep into House’s back as he slammed his fingers inside of her, curving them just to kill her inside. He kicked his jeans off his knees, about to take off his boxers, but before he knew it he was on his back, Roxxie straddling his lap and pushing his chest to keep him pinned.
“Make me.” she growled again, rolling her hips slowly against his groin. He clutched her waist in his hands, grounding his teeth together at the torture she was putting him threw. He knew what she was doing, trying to get back at him for shoving his fingers inside her wet cunt without her okay. He wasn’t stupid, but if she really thought merely soaking his boxers with her juices would make him grow weak then she had another thing coming. He was a man, but he wasn’t that damned easy. Not when he was fighting to be the victor of this naughty game.
Her ran her nails down his chest, marking him, making sure he went home tonight or tomorrow morning with marks against his body. She wanted his sins of tonight to cloak his body for others to see. So they’d see what kind of sex he was truly into. She slid her hand slowly into his boxers, sliding his dick free. He felt the night air hit his cock and cringed, hiding the fact of how grateful he was that he was free from the fabric. She glanced towards him, leaning over his body as she took a hold of his cock. She rolled her entrance against the head of his cock, watching him suck in a harsh breath. She gripped his thinning hair and tugged at it, making him give her access to his neck.
She slowly licked his skin, running her tongue against his Adam’s apple and the crook of her neck, still teasing his dick and her entrance, accidentally putting herself threw hell along with him. Once her teeth bit down on his neck hard, she slid the head of his throbbing cock inside her tight area, hearing House curse involuntarily loud. She couldn’t help but snicker in triumph of being able to make him groan that way. Wondering in the back of her mind if he had ever been teased this much in bed. He had to be, but she still wondered if she could be crowned the best he’d ever had. She wouldn’t ask, wouldn’t dare to ask, but she still wondered.
“Shut up.” she growled towards him just as he had done a few moments ago, watching as he glared up at her in a ‘are you kidding me’ type of way. She smirked towards the already purple mark against his neck from her teeth, knowing next morning Wilson was gonna be hounding him to know who’d abused him that night. That fact that it was her was what made her smirk. She slowly moved the head of his cock in and out of her, hearing his intake of breaths become heavier and heavier by the second. She wondered how much longer she could keep this going. House couldn’t let himself be the only one with scars, hell no. If she was gonna mark him, he’d do the same to her.
He leaned up, taking her hard nipple into his mouth and bit down hard. The sudden pain made Roxxie yelp in pleasure. He snickered against her breast, his own way of saying this wasn’t over yet and she wasn’t winning. He lapped his tongue lazily over the hard, pink nub as he sucked the skin next to her nipple, making sure her breast were going to be just as bruised as what his neck and chest was going to be the next day. He smirked, secretly loving the fact that he was marking her like he owned her. Showing his possessiveness over her even more. He glanced towards her out of the corner of his eye, watching as she gripped the back of his gray hair and pulled him away.
“Fuck it, you win.” she had given up, let him his victory for now, and he could not be any happier. Before he could smart off, she slammed his cock inside of her, instantly shutting himself up. Gloating could wait a few minutes longer. She thrusted wildly on top of him, fisting her red bed sheets in one hand, her other gripped House’s shoulder. House couldn’t control the groans and moans coming from his mouth now as they fucked. This having to be the best prize he had ever received for winning this game. He gripped at her waist tightly as she rode him, not bothering to follow a rhythm. Just pounding his cock inside of her as hard and fast as she could.
Roxanne wasn’t usually a quitter, but she couldn’t help herself. For five years. Five fucking long ass years she wanted nothing more than to be doing what she was doing right now. If getting to fuck him meant he would be the dominate one whether she didn’t want him to be or not, she’d gladly let him. She felt his hips rise, meeting every thrust as he drove deeper inside of her. She groaned at how he filled her, how deep he’d was inside of her. Damn, it felt so good. More than what she had ever expected. She felt her core start to tighten around him already, feeling her climax already build quickly inside of her.
“Roxxie…fuck yes.” House groaned deeply as he felt her start to tighten around him, feeling his own painful climax start to grow in his lower abdomen. He heard there pelvic hit, her hands greedily touching his biceps and hard pecs, his own cupping her breast firmly in his hand while his other held onto her waist for support. He held back from closing his eyes and letting his selfishness take over. He wanted to watch when she came. Wanted to see her facial expressions when she convulsed. It was something he had wanted to see since day one, and damn it, he was gonna get everything he wanted out of this. He felt her being to tremble above him, her grip on his shoulder tighten as her cunt clamped around him.
“Greg!” she screamed as her earth shattered around her, the strong natural high washed over her body. She bit her bottom lip hard as she rocked her hips, riding the climax until she finally came over her high. Her cum coated his cock, dripped down his sack, soaking the bed sheets beneath him. House couldn’t hold back after she said Greg. He couldn’t believe she said his first name instead of saying House. The scream kept repeating in his mind over and over as he felt the first bit of pre cum begin to ooze from his dick.
“Roxanne….” he yelled pleadingly, watching her quickly replace her core with her mouth around his cock. Once she had, he was gone. The high had taken over him and he was lost with her in her bed. Everything seemed to fade away as his seed spilled into her mouth. The earth and everyone in it disappeared, leaving only him and her at this moment. He felt her lick the last pit of semen that dripped from his tip, feeling his once aching hard cock become soft once again. He watched as she swallowed down his seed and crawled next to him in her bed. She glanced towards the ceiling, her chest rising and falling multiple times. His doing the same. They just laid there, not saying a word, not looking at one another. Staying still and silent.
Roxxie glanced over to House, seeing him reach for his jeans and fish out a pill, dry swallowing it like a pro. She didn’t know what to say, or what to do. She didn’t know if she should cuddle with him or she should just leave him alone. He glanced towards her, looking as if he was thinking the same thing she was, which is was. He didn’t know what to do after sex anymore. Didn’t know if she wanted him to leave now or stick around. He had no clue.
“House…” she trailed off, glancing over to him. He didn’t answer her back, just looked towards her. She sighed softly, not knowing what to do, just going on an impulse. She slowly slid back towards him, laying her head to rest against his chest, her arm laying across his waist. If this was too weird for him, she’d understand. It was a little weird for her. She wasn’t too big on the whole cuddling factor, even though she felt good laying against him like this. House sighed softly, not knowing what to do at first. He slowly ran his fingers threw her soft blond locks, his other hand rubbed her arm smoothly. He exhaled deeply, not knowing if he was liking this or not. So far, he didn’t mind it.
“Roxxie, you ever tell anyone that I….cuddled with you I’m gonna steal your box of weed.” he said seriously. Roxxie laughed against his chest before looking up, resting her hand against his scruffy cheek that she had grown to adore.
“Greg….shut up.”
That's it! Yay, I guess, lol.
Pairing: House/OC
Rating: NC-17
Summary: “I’ve come to make you an offer. I’ll give you a night of sex, or whatever so you’ll get your little fantasy out of your head and things can go back to the way they were. I figure if I fuck you, then maybe you’ll stay off my case about it for now on.”
Warning: Language, strong sexual content, talk of drug use
A/N: If you wanna read a random fic of House having sex with some girl I made up, then you'll love it!
House looked towards the apartment building in front of him, the apartment building in which Roxanne lived in. He had only been here twice. Once to drag her hung over ass out of bed, the other when he went threw her things to try to fit together his own personal puzzle of her. It was then that he had realized how alike they truly were. She was a song writer, had her own black and white electric Gibson sitting on a stand in her room, small keyboard in her front room. Posters hung on her walls of vintage 60’s bands like The Rolling Stones, The Beatles, The Zombies, and Led Zeppelin. Other posters were of 80’s, 90’s. and newer rock such as Linkin Park, Guns and Roses, Metallica, and Bush. House could still remember the smile that had came to his features when he looked threw her records and CD’s and couldn’t help but admire her taste in music.
Just as House did, she had her own stash. Mary Jane was her drug of choice, which he had already known from her coming into the office one day with blood shot eyes and a gullible personality. He didn’t inform Cuddy of her being high. It happened only once. Plus, one thing House wasn’t above everything was a hypocrite. It’d be different if she was putting herself in danger as his own co worker, Thirteen, had done. He smirked when he thought back to the purple and black bong he had found in a brown box in her closet along with a bag of weed and two joints already wrapped up and ready to be lit. He held back from stealing one of the joints, though he still wondered how strong the weed she bought actually was.
House cringed at the thought of what happened earlier that day, wishing to God he could’ve just for once swallow his pride and tell her that he was into her. Even if he wasn’t one for relationships, he still could’ve told her that he liked her. That way they could both get there rocks off, at least. Hell, he didn’t know. Maybe that’s all she wanted was sex. Or maybe she wanted something that was open to where they could see people they wanted with no strings attached, yet they were still together. He didn’t know. He had no damned clue as he sighed and limped inside of the building, looking for the familiar number on her door. B3.
He knocked against the door softly at first, leaning an ear against the door to make sure she was even there. He heard music being played, the tune sounding so familiar to his ears, though he couldn’t make it out. He started to become impatient as he grasped his cane firmly, banging it against the white wooden door repeatedly. Even if she didn’t want to answer the door, she had no choice but to. This had to be annoying, and House wasn’t going to let up on the knocking until she answered the door.
“I’m coming!” he heard her yell towards the door, a short lived grin appeared on his face at the sound of her voice. He took a step back once the door was pulled open. He had to hold back from groaning at the site that was before him. Her in ripped jeans and a T shirt was a temptation in itself, but her in skimpy black shorts and a tight tank top that showed off her navel was deviously seducing. Once his eyes got there fill of exposed skin, he glanced towards her confused and angered expression, biting the inside of his cheek at the look.
“What do you want?” she asked.
“In.” he replied smoothly. She stood there for a moment, her hands resting on her hips, reminding him of Wilson’s stance when he’d scold him for being an ass or taking Vicodin. Ugh, he didn’t want to see her scold him as well. He watched her relax and finally step aside, pulling the door open wider for him to step inside. He walked in slowly, finally realizing the familiar tune was none other than Time Of The Season by The Zombies. He held back from smiling at her for listening to such a classic as she shut the door behind them.
“Again, what do you want?” she asked. Her tone wasn’t angry or confused, though her expressions told another story. She wished that he hadn’t had shown up. She was so pissed off and sad at what he had said to her that afternoon that she was surprised in herself that she still gave him the time of day even after he insulted her the way he did. . House glanced around the room, looking towards her vintage posters, to her CD and Record player, to her blank TV screen. He looked everywhere but her face.
“I’ve come to make you an offer. I’ll give you a night of sex, or whatever so you’ll get your little fantasy out of your head and things can go back to the way they were. I figure if I fuck you, then maybe you’ll stay off my case about it for now on.” he replied, glancing towards her now to see her reaction. Again, he had failed to say what he meant to say, making it sound like he had came just to add insult to injurie, but he hadn’t. She had no idea how hard this truly was for him. To try and open up and say ‘I like you back’. Roxxie crossed her arms and looked towards him in disbelief. She crossed her arms, damn it. That was her scolding stance.
“You gotta be shitting me.” she muttered under her breath as she walked past him, grabbing her pack of Marlboro reds and headed towards the balcony of her apartment. She couldn’t believe he had the audacity to come into her own home and mock her once again. Hadn’t he already had his fun with practically ripping her heart in two this afternoon? She didn’t need this from him. He took pride in taking control over people, and all be damned if she was going to let him control her. She leaned against the metal banister of the balcony, lighting the cigarette between her fingers.
“Shit.” House whispered, half tempted to knock himself in the head a few times with his cane. He pissed her off again. God damn it! Why was it when he tried to be serious it still backfired on him? He sighed and rubbed the stubble of his jaw. Today just wasn’t his day. He limped towards the balcony, leaning against the sliding glass door that led out to it.
He watched her carefully, noting every single move she made. Noticing how beautiful she looked in the moonlight. The way her blond hair spilled against her back, so long and elegant. The way her natural curves looked against the tight fitting tank and black shorts made him have to suppress a moan. Her long legs, her small torso, her full bosom, her beautiful facial features. Everything about her made him addicted. He couldn’t help himself, not anymore. He knew if he wanted her, he needed to take what he wanted without asking twice about it.
House walked closer to her, taking in the scent of her hair once he was behind her. She always smelt of a mixture of vanilla, and some kind of wild berry. Smells that House usually hated, seemed to drive him insane when he smelt them on her. He felt her back stiffen, letting him know that she knew he was behind her, though she didn’t do anything. Didn’t turn around, or egnolage he was there, or tell him to fuck off. She just stood there, not saying a word, staying stiff as a board. He gripped her arm and spun her around, quickly pinning her body between his and the banister.
“House, what the-,” she didn’t have time to finish her sentence. House had silenced her words with his mouth, claiming her as his hands tangled in her blond main. Roxxie trembled against him, gasping for breath once he had changed his position, kissing her at a new angle. Roxxie couldn’t believe what she was feeling. Her whole body from the top of her hair to the tips of her toes burned in the kiss. Her anger flew from her mind as her hand clasped the back of his neck, her other hand fisting his navy blue band T shirt. His tongue slid inside of her mouth slowly as he pinned her harder against the banister, needing to feel her body against his.
The slightly rough kiss turned into an attack of hungry kisses. Teeth and tongues fought together to dominate one another. Hands groped places they’d only thought of touching, touching as much exposed skin as they could. Their breath became harsher as House roughly tugged on her bottom lip with his teeth, hearing a whimpered moan come from her. It was like music to his ears. The most beautiful music he had ever had the pleasure of hearing. Roxxie’s hands slid beneath his shirt, fingers memorizing the soft skin against hard muscles. Touching the small patch of hair that laid against the middle of his chest and trailed down to his pelvic.
Roxxie pushed him away from her roughly, both of them fighting for breath. Both of there blue eyes glared towards each other, turning a dark shade of blue, showing the lust they both had for each other. She smirked wickedly towards him, the look made House nearly cum in his jeans as she slid past him. She grabbed the hem of her tank top, slowly pulling it over her head and threw it to the floor. House grabbed the banister behind him tightly to silence the groan that rose in his throat of her being nearly fully exposed to him. She looked back towards him, watching him gaze over her bare back with a predatorial look. She raised a eyebrow towards him, challenging him as she made her way to her bedroom.
House growled under his breath as he limped after her, his jeans feeling three sizes smaller than usual. He glanced towards the floor, noting that her black shorts lay towards her couch in the front room. As he advanced towards her room, he spotted a red laced bra. Three steps after that, a matching thong lay in its place. He swallowed the lump in his throat as he gazed towards her bedroom door that was cracked open. She had no idea, no fucking idea of the monster she was turning him into. But she was about to find out. He pushed the door open hard, slamming in behind him, watching her naked form jump towards the gesture. He glared over her body, a picture of perfection before him that he was finally going to be able to grope with his hands and mouth all he wanted. His jeans were four sizes small now.
He removed his shirt, watching her intake a sharp breath and glare towards his half exposed body. He smirked himself, not giving her the satisfaction of seeing him naked yet. Just to get under her skin even more than what he already was. He let his cane fall to the floor and set his knee on the bed, pushing her back roughly against the bed. His body dominated over hers, making her look like some innocent girl next door and he was a sex fiend pervert. He knew better, though. He may be a pervert, but she was far from innocent. Which was why he was attracted to her. If she was a good girl, he wouldn’t have paid attention to her. She broke the rules, did what she wanted to do, told it like it was, and it was the biggest turn on to him.
Roxxie looked towards him, her hands roaming his upper half before he pinned her wrist down. She moaned softly at the contact, loving that he was being rough with her. That’s what she wanted from him. Not romance, not lovely dovey bullshit, she wanted to fuck. Fuck him as hard and fast as she could until her body became numb. He watched as his gorgeous blue eyes looked over her body in want, glaring towards her full mounds, down to the bare flesh between her legs. He let go of one of her hands, quickly pinning both wrist together with one hand as he let his free hand roam her body. Passing the valley between her breast, her smooth flat stomach, slowly trailing south.
Her back arched against his hand as he slowly touched her soft skin. She felt his fingers teasingly pass her swollen clit, her eyes closing at the feeling. Without warning, House shoved his finger inside her core, bringing a cry from Roxxie’s mouth. House clamped his hand over her mouth, making her look up towards him.
“Shut up.” he growled as he slammed his finger in and out of her, uncovering her mouth. She breathed heavily, yet made no sound which brought a smirk to House’s face that she was doing what she was told. He slid his finger from her, hearing her whimper in protest, quickly shutting her up as he shoved two fingers inside of her now, hearing another cry come from her.
“I said shut up!” he yelled towards her, glaring harshly down towards her. Seeing her eyes grow wide towards the yell. Her nostrils flared as she hunched against his fingers, aching for his cock to take his fingers place.
“Make me.” she tested him, watching him glare towards her with a challenging glare. Yes, oh fuck yes, she fought back. The thing he wanted most was for her to fight back. His hand let go of her wrist, a better dominate move in mind for him. He clamped his hand around her small neck, hearing her gasp for air, watching as her eyes rolled to the back of her head.
“Don’t fucking test me, Roxanne.” he groaned towards her, working his fingers in and out of her as he choked her with his other hand. He saw the flash of satisfaction hit her face and held back a groan. She liked this. Damn it, she liked this. Just as he suspected. He loved being right. Before he knew it though, her fingers were going to work on his jeans. Unbuttoning and unzipping the fabric. He didn’t stop her, he needed relief. Once he felt his jeans hit the back of his knees he sighed, waiting for her to pull his boxers down and spring his member free, but she didn’t. Instead she slowly ran her fingers against the large bulge of his boxers, bringing a groan from him that he never wanted to let out. She smirked towards him which made him pissed. She hadn’t won the game, yet.
The fight for dominance was in full effect now. All they could think about was who was the weaker person between the two of them. Roxxie didn’t want to lose, neither did House. With them both fighting to be the person why was in charge over everything, there was no doubt that this sex was going to be painful in the best way ever. Roxxie dug her nails deep into House’s back as he slammed his fingers inside of her, curving them just to kill her inside. He kicked his jeans off his knees, about to take off his boxers, but before he knew it he was on his back, Roxxie straddling his lap and pushing his chest to keep him pinned.
“Make me.” she growled again, rolling her hips slowly against his groin. He clutched her waist in his hands, grounding his teeth together at the torture she was putting him threw. He knew what she was doing, trying to get back at him for shoving his fingers inside her wet cunt without her okay. He wasn’t stupid, but if she really thought merely soaking his boxers with her juices would make him grow weak then she had another thing coming. He was a man, but he wasn’t that damned easy. Not when he was fighting to be the victor of this naughty game.
Her ran her nails down his chest, marking him, making sure he went home tonight or tomorrow morning with marks against his body. She wanted his sins of tonight to cloak his body for others to see. So they’d see what kind of sex he was truly into. She slid her hand slowly into his boxers, sliding his dick free. He felt the night air hit his cock and cringed, hiding the fact of how grateful he was that he was free from the fabric. She glanced towards him, leaning over his body as she took a hold of his cock. She rolled her entrance against the head of his cock, watching him suck in a harsh breath. She gripped his thinning hair and tugged at it, making him give her access to his neck.
She slowly licked his skin, running her tongue against his Adam’s apple and the crook of her neck, still teasing his dick and her entrance, accidentally putting herself threw hell along with him. Once her teeth bit down on his neck hard, she slid the head of his throbbing cock inside her tight area, hearing House curse involuntarily loud. She couldn’t help but snicker in triumph of being able to make him groan that way. Wondering in the back of her mind if he had ever been teased this much in bed. He had to be, but she still wondered if she could be crowned the best he’d ever had. She wouldn’t ask, wouldn’t dare to ask, but she still wondered.
“Shut up.” she growled towards him just as he had done a few moments ago, watching as he glared up at her in a ‘are you kidding me’ type of way. She smirked towards the already purple mark against his neck from her teeth, knowing next morning Wilson was gonna be hounding him to know who’d abused him that night. That fact that it was her was what made her smirk. She slowly moved the head of his cock in and out of her, hearing his intake of breaths become heavier and heavier by the second. She wondered how much longer she could keep this going. House couldn’t let himself be the only one with scars, hell no. If she was gonna mark him, he’d do the same to her.
He leaned up, taking her hard nipple into his mouth and bit down hard. The sudden pain made Roxxie yelp in pleasure. He snickered against her breast, his own way of saying this wasn’t over yet and she wasn’t winning. He lapped his tongue lazily over the hard, pink nub as he sucked the skin next to her nipple, making sure her breast were going to be just as bruised as what his neck and chest was going to be the next day. He smirked, secretly loving the fact that he was marking her like he owned her. Showing his possessiveness over her even more. He glanced towards her out of the corner of his eye, watching as she gripped the back of his gray hair and pulled him away.
“Fuck it, you win.” she had given up, let him his victory for now, and he could not be any happier. Before he could smart off, she slammed his cock inside of her, instantly shutting himself up. Gloating could wait a few minutes longer. She thrusted wildly on top of him, fisting her red bed sheets in one hand, her other gripped House’s shoulder. House couldn’t control the groans and moans coming from his mouth now as they fucked. This having to be the best prize he had ever received for winning this game. He gripped at her waist tightly as she rode him, not bothering to follow a rhythm. Just pounding his cock inside of her as hard and fast as she could.
Roxanne wasn’t usually a quitter, but she couldn’t help herself. For five years. Five fucking long ass years she wanted nothing more than to be doing what she was doing right now. If getting to fuck him meant he would be the dominate one whether she didn’t want him to be or not, she’d gladly let him. She felt his hips rise, meeting every thrust as he drove deeper inside of her. She groaned at how he filled her, how deep he’d was inside of her. Damn, it felt so good. More than what she had ever expected. She felt her core start to tighten around him already, feeling her climax already build quickly inside of her.
“Roxxie…fuck yes.” House groaned deeply as he felt her start to tighten around him, feeling his own painful climax start to grow in his lower abdomen. He heard there pelvic hit, her hands greedily touching his biceps and hard pecs, his own cupping her breast firmly in his hand while his other held onto her waist for support. He held back from closing his eyes and letting his selfishness take over. He wanted to watch when she came. Wanted to see her facial expressions when she convulsed. It was something he had wanted to see since day one, and damn it, he was gonna get everything he wanted out of this. He felt her being to tremble above him, her grip on his shoulder tighten as her cunt clamped around him.
“Greg!” she screamed as her earth shattered around her, the strong natural high washed over her body. She bit her bottom lip hard as she rocked her hips, riding the climax until she finally came over her high. Her cum coated his cock, dripped down his sack, soaking the bed sheets beneath him. House couldn’t hold back after she said Greg. He couldn’t believe she said his first name instead of saying House. The scream kept repeating in his mind over and over as he felt the first bit of pre cum begin to ooze from his dick.
“Roxanne….” he yelled pleadingly, watching her quickly replace her core with her mouth around his cock. Once she had, he was gone. The high had taken over him and he was lost with her in her bed. Everything seemed to fade away as his seed spilled into her mouth. The earth and everyone in it disappeared, leaving only him and her at this moment. He felt her lick the last pit of semen that dripped from his tip, feeling his once aching hard cock become soft once again. He watched as she swallowed down his seed and crawled next to him in her bed. She glanced towards the ceiling, her chest rising and falling multiple times. His doing the same. They just laid there, not saying a word, not looking at one another. Staying still and silent.
Roxxie glanced over to House, seeing him reach for his jeans and fish out a pill, dry swallowing it like a pro. She didn’t know what to say, or what to do. She didn’t know if she should cuddle with him or she should just leave him alone. He glanced towards her, looking as if he was thinking the same thing she was, which is was. He didn’t know what to do after sex anymore. Didn’t know if she wanted him to leave now or stick around. He had no clue.
“House…” she trailed off, glancing over to him. He didn’t answer her back, just looked towards her. She sighed softly, not knowing what to do, just going on an impulse. She slowly slid back towards him, laying her head to rest against his chest, her arm laying across his waist. If this was too weird for him, she’d understand. It was a little weird for her. She wasn’t too big on the whole cuddling factor, even though she felt good laying against him like this. House sighed softly, not knowing what to do at first. He slowly ran his fingers threw her soft blond locks, his other hand rubbed her arm smoothly. He exhaled deeply, not knowing if he was liking this or not. So far, he didn’t mind it.
“Roxxie, you ever tell anyone that I….cuddled with you I’m gonna steal your box of weed.” he said seriously. Roxxie laughed against his chest before looking up, resting her hand against his scruffy cheek that she had grown to adore.
“Greg….shut up.”
That's it! Yay, I guess, lol.