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House ended up going back to his room, after meeting that blonde woman down in the lobby. He'd had a crap enough day as it was; the way the morning had turned out with Cuddy, meeting Wilson in the bar, getting punched in the face by John. Yeah, he wasn't interested in his day getting any more crap than it already was, and hanging around downstairs
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When House pushed away, it was like a dash of cold water. God, they were going to have to be careful because obviously this morning had not been a fluke. And while it was no small stroke to the ego to think that she could drive him that crazy--and vice versa--they couldn't afford to lose control like that.
"My god, you've got a way with words," she said. Did that count as begging? She thought it probably didn't despite the desperate grip he had on his cock. She reached over him for the box of condoms, pulled one out and tossed it on his chest. "Hold on to that for a minute."
She scooted down the bed and peeled his hand away from his dick. From the look of it, House wouldn't last long but she wanted to return the favor, prolong his 'suffering' a little longer.
She bent down and pulled one of his balls into her mouth and spent a minute massaging it with her tongue before releasing to do the same to the other one. Only then did she slide her tongue up the underside of his cock. She peered up at him as she swirled her tongue around the head, and he wasn't looking quite so smug any more.
She drew him into her mouth as deep as she could manage, then pulled back to concentrate on the head. She dipped the tip of her tongue into the slit, hollowing her cheeks as she increased the suction. Her fingers continued fondling his balls as she sucked him, and it was only minutes before she felt them begin to pull up tight.
"Not so fast," she admonished, but she retrieved the condom and rolled it on without any further delay. She knelt up to straddle his hips, smiling at the frustrated look on his face. She lowered herself slowly, taking him in inch by slow inch until she was gripping the full length of his cock inside her.
"Oh, yeah," she murmured.
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Of course, the moment Cuddy started to go down on him, any further complaints he had died in the back of his throat, and he declared a pleasured-filled, "Ohh, yeah," when her mouth touched down onto his balls. Cuddy knew the meaning of a good blowjob -- House hadn't received blowjobs from anywhere near as many women as he'd like to brag he did, but he'd received enough in his time to know women didn't understand how good incorporating the balls into the game was. He moaned in encouragement as he felt Cuddy's tongue slide up along his cock, then pulled a twisted expression of frustration as her tongue teased the head.
His hand move to her head and he threaded his fingers into her hair, and lifted his head from the pillow to peer down at her. He clenched his ass as she drew him deep into her mouth, running his tongue across his top lip as he staved back the urge to thrust, then let his head fall back to the pillow with another sound of frustration when her mouth concentrated on the head again. Except the sound of frustration morphed into a choked sound that could've come off as begging when he felt her sucking like that; as though to suck his orgasm right out of him.
He snapped his head up from the pillow to glare down at her when she pulled back, almost demanding to fuck the condom and for her to fuck him instead, hard. He dropped his head back to the pillow again as Cuddy fitted the condom on him and began to straddle his hips. "I was about to ask what time those nice set of legs opened," he remarked.
He watched her face while she slowly sank down onto him, nowhere near as fast as he wanted her to. He hooked his hands over the crook of her thighs once he was fully inside her, and gave a firm roll of his hips while pulling her down against him. "I'll second that," he agreed in a murmur to her 'oh yeah'.
The good thing about Cuddy being on top was that he could gaze at her body, which was something he could easily spend the whole day gazing at; the way her breasts bounced in time with the roll of her hips and the way her stomach muscles flexed. He lifted his eyes back up to meet hers, locking the eye contact challengingly as the pace started to pick up while his hands started to explore, from her thighs up to her breasts.
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She leaned forward, bracing her hands against his chest as she kissed him. She rubbed her tongue along his in time with the rolling movements of her pelvis. She moved her mouth down his throat, licking the hollow just above his sternum and then kissing out along his collar bone. She sucked at his skin, reveling in the salty, masculine taste of him.
She raked her fingers through his chest hair as she straightened up, scraping lightly over his nipples. She began to ride him in earnest, keeping her eyes locked on his. She lifted up so that only the head of his cock was still inside her, then pushed all the way down in one smooth stroke, over and over again. As the pace accelerated, she took shorter but harder strokes, pounding their bodies together as if she could somehow take him deeper if she just tried hard enough.
Cuddy grasped one of House's wandering hands and brought it to her breast, squeezing it and moving his fingers in place to tug and twist at her nipple. Her head dropped forward as a smaller orgasm sent languid ripples of pleasure through her body. She moaned softly and tightened her inner walls around him as he began to thrust up hard against her.
"Feels too good, doesn't it?" she murmured, trying to coax him over the edge. She wanted to watch him lose control, see the look of utter pleasure wash over his face. She raised her head to lock her gaze with his as she met his increasingly erratic thrusts. "Too hot...too tight...you can't--hold--back--anymore."
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House grunted with every hard pound of her body down onto his cock, the flushed expression on his face quickly turning into aggressive arousal. He felt torn between wanting to stay right where he was and stretch this experience out as long as his body could take it, and wanting to flip her onto her back and pound into her from above. Watching her orgasm while driving herself down onto his cock the way she was made House thrust up into her harder; he complied with twisting her nipples the way she wanted him to, wanting to watching her orgasm again and again... Except he wasn't going to be able to hold out for much longer. His skin was prickling with heat, the base of his spine was tingling, his balls were tight.
And, oh god. Cuddy started to talk dirty to him. He moaned helplessly, too caught up in how heightened his body was with pleasure to be able to coherently respond. Really, if Cuddy ordered him to do anything right now, he would've done it no questions asked. Especially with that tone of voice she was using, and the way she was still pounding herself down on his cock, doing this amazing thing with her body that was rapidly causing House to become completely undone. The eye contact made it all the more intense.
House gripped her hips and desperately tried to slam her down onto him while he thrust up, his breathing hard and fierce, and his face twisted in pleasure. His body felt so intense, he couldn't keep still and couldn't seem to find a place to grip his hands onto -- because he truly felt like he needed to hold on to something. One of his hands finally fisted itself in the sheets while the other gripped her hip, and House found an angle which he drove into Cuddy in a way that rubbed and gripped his cock in all the right places. Cuddy was right: he really, really couldn't hold back anymore.
He arched his back and neck as his climax exploded through his body, incoherent sounds escaping his throat while Cuddy rode him through his orgasm. By the time the peak of his climax had passed, House came to a stop with a dazed expression on his face, like he didn't know what had hit him. He swallowed with a gulp, like it was an effort to make his body function in the most basic of ways, and slowly turned his eyes up to Cuddy.
"Oh, my god," he slurred in earnest, looking quite positively stunned with satisfaction. "How the hell do you do that?"
Offering Cuddy compliments born out sheer amazing sex was probably not going to go in his favour later if she chose to be smug about it, but House couldn't help it. His eyes drifted closed and a blissful smile formed on his lips. "Oh, my god," he said again, this time in a groan of contentment at how good his body felt. No pain that he could register, just a rush of endorphins that left him feeling high. He reached up for Cuddy to pull her down against him.
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"Told you I had a list of things I've been wanting to do to you," she teased in a soft tone when he asked how she did that. The imaginary list had nothing to do with sex, of course, although maybe it should have.
The truth was that she'd done nothing but seek to give House as much pleasure as he'd given her. The fact that she'd never been inhibited or shy about sex meant that she knew a little about giving a man pleasure. Being with a passionate man like House, a man moreover who wasn't intimidated when a woman took charge in bed...that made it easy.
She lay down on his chest when he reached for her. She played with the hair at his temple as she placed soft kisses around his mouth. She felt like her body had melted. Her muscles were loose, her skin heated. She was sweaty and flushed and messy and god it felt good.
"You've been driving me crazy for years. It's about time I got to return the favor," she whispered against his cheek. She smiled, feeling a little bit smug. Maybe more than a little bit, but she'd bet a month's salary he was too. And why shouldn't they be? Maybe they didn't know what the hell this thing between them was, but they definitely knew great sex.
She shifted position a little, making herself comfortable draped over House. "You weren't planning on moving any time soon I hope."
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He smirked lazily at her comment about returning him the favour. "Didn't think it was this kind of crazy," he murmured back, turning his face in to then press a brief kiss to her cheek.
As she made herself yet more comfortable, then spoke, House with his eyes still closed shook his head slightly. "Ohhh, no," he replied, still sounding slurred. "Moving requires having to think and move muscles I really don't care to move right now."
This felt good, this Cuddy lying on top of him as sated as he was thing. He liked the weight of her body on him, how hot and sweaty she was, how her hair was now unruly and mussed, how they both seemed to just fit when it came to things like sex. If House was honest with himself, part of the cause for being affectionate after sex with Cuddy wasn't just based upon how damn good the sex was, but the fact that he did care about Cuddy a lot more than he let on. It seemed much easier to display that after sex when it could wholly disguised as him merely having extreme gratitude for the things Cuddy was capable of doing to him with her body.
He stroked his hand down her hair slowly and turned his face in towards her, nosing her cheek to get her to face him and when she did, House pressed a soft kiss to her lips, lingering and closed mouthed. He finally opened his eyes and blinked blearily a few times before he pulled back enough to look at her face. There was no denying it: when Cuddy was sweaty, flushed, messy from good sex, she looked stunning. How relaxed her face was, completely free of anything except utter satisfaction made her look natural and refreshed.
House smiled briefly at her, then moved back in to kiss her again, slowly this time. "On a scale of one to ten, I say eleven," he murmured against her mouth. "Your vagina should attack me like that more often."
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She was mildly amused to find that House was a bit of a snuggler. She knew, of course, that he was capable of affection, even tenderness but she'd never expected to experience it herself. And certainly not in this context. She wasn't going to complain. It was good to feel his body against hers, solid and warm.
She lifted her head a little after the kiss, meeting his bleary gaze. She smiled because he looked so...well, he looked completely fucked. Turned out that was a good look for him. The lines on his face had softened, his gaze was unguarded. Making him look like this, making him look at her the way he was looking at her, it could easily get addictive.
"Only an eleven?" Cuddy pulled back and glared at him in feigned indignation. "So what does a girl have to do to score a twelve?"
And the truth was--she probably would try to score a twelve the next time. Having an appreciative partner only increased her desire to please him. And torture him of course, but that went without saying. As for her own satisfaction, she figured it rated around 42...because she'd damn near found the meaning to life, the universe and everything the way he'd made her come the first time.
She lifted up a little more and reached down to remove the condom after his cock slipped out of her. She tied it off and tossed it carelessly over the side of the bed. When she settled back against him, she stayed to the side rather than rest her full weight on him. She draped her leg between his, and rested her head against his shoulder.
"God," she sighed, planting lazy kisses against the side of his neck. "How come we never tried this before? Sure beats the hell out of bitch fits in the clinic."
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Actually, he had no idea what Cuddy could possibly do that was more amazing than what she'd done this time around, but he was sure as hell open to any possibilities. There wasn't a lot he could do in terms of physical exertion because of his leg, so it was probably a good thing that he liked going down on a woman. How she'd come when he was down between her thighs... He started to feel very smug and pleased with himself again.
He was grinning smugly when Cuddy lifted up to pull the condom from him, still grinning when she settled beside him. He wrapped his arm around her shoulder and started to stroke his fingers up and down her arm while she kissed his throat. He had to agree with her question: why hadn't they tried this before?
"Those bitch fits would've kept happening regardless," he said. "Except you'd have been bitching at me to do my clinic hours, while knowing all the things I could do to you with my mouth."
He smiled at thought, just knowing how frustrated that would've made Cuddy. He could see the scenario in his head: Cuddy demanding he do his job, him reminding her in as many innuendos as possible how she was putty in his hands while he was between her thighs the night before.
He shifted onto his side a little, and slid his hand onto her hip. "I'm pretty sure you'd dislike me even more if we tried this at home." He kissed her cheek, then teasingly kissed her mouth. "You'd tell me I'm full of myself and I'd offer for you to be full of me, instead."
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"And that would be different how?" she asked, playfully nipping at his lip. He was always using sexual come-ons to try to distract her at work. Of course she'd always been able to dismiss them as diversionary tactics because she knew they weren't real. Not consciously true, anyway.
"It would've been a bad idea," she said plainly. That's probably why she'd never let her mind seriously consider the possibility of a relationship, or even 'just sex,' with House. It would've added a whole new layer of complexity to their already complicated professional interactions. Most likely, it would've added a whole new subject for them to fight about.
"On the other hand...." She cupped his jaw, rubbing her thumb over his cheek as she looked at him with a sly grin. "I suspect threatening to withold my 'favors' in the bedroom would be a better motivator for you to do your clinic hours than any other threat I've tried."
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The thing was, she was probably right. Had the sex been as good as what they'd been having here, he likely would've found himself in a predicament of being forced to choose between sex and no sex. In truth, House wasn't that much of a sexual guy... or, well, he wasn't back home, anyway. He made a lot of comments about it, taunted Cuddy, made sexual passes at women, sometimes even men, but he never really meant anything that he said. In fact, sex was something that happened very little to him, only by means of him paying a hooker, and usually that was such an empty experience that he often didn't end up as satisfied as he'd have liked.
What he and Cuddy had established here, however... Mindblowing sex. The kind no hooker would've been able to give him. A large part of why the sex was so mindblowing with Cuddy was because it was Cuddy he was having sex with. That he knew her and she knew him, and they'd both spent years battling it out with sexual euphemisms and taunts seemed to strip away inhibitions in the bedroom.
"I can't imagine you'd be able to hold out for long," he said obnoxiously. "There'd come a point where you'd be unable to resist me, because what woman resists a man who can do it the French way between her thighs with his tongue?"
He wiggled his brows at her before he propped himself up onto his elbow so he was leaning over her, and buried his face into the side of her neck. "If your begging's anything to go by, my offerings of labial titillation isn't something you'd want to deny yourself the pleasure of."
He smirked as he dragged his bristles up her neck, then soothed the chafed skin with his tongue, mimicking the motions he'd done on her clit earlier on, as if to remind her.
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She tried to squirm away as House attacked the sensitive skin of her neck with his stubble. Then she squirmed in an entirely different way when he applied his tongue, a shiver tripping down her spine. She grasped his jaw and turned his mouth to hers, keeping it out of trouble by giving him a lingering close-mouthed kiss.
"Thus proving conclusively it would've been a bad idea," she said to his claim that she wouldn't be able to resist. Well, obviously she wouldn't want to deprive herself, no more than House would want to deprive himself. Especially since sex of any kind was a sporadic occurance in her life.
Here in the hotel she wasn't his boss, he wasn't the bane of her professional existence, they were just two people who knew each other. It allowed them a certain freedom they hadn't had back home. Whether indulging in that freedom would ultimately turn out to be a smart decision.... She didn't know but she chose to believe that whatever this thing was, however it ended, it would strengthen the bonds between them.
She slid her hand under his arm around to his back where she could rub her fingers along his spine. She kissed him again, the merest brush of her lips over his. "Besides, if the sex continued to be this good, we wouldn't be able to keep our hands off each other. We wouldn't be able to resist doing it at work and we'd get caught and it would be a terrible scandal."
She was exaggerating; she did have more self-control than that. But the mental images it brought to mind were...interesting to contemplate. A quickie in Exam Room 2, or better yet, House under her desk going down on her.... She shivered again and filed that away under 'masturbation fantasies.'
"Definitely a scandal," she said. She pulled back slightly, giving House an assessing look. "But then, you like scandal, don't you?"
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"Well," he replied matter-of-factly as he propped himself up a little more on his elbow, "the scandal would be a legit one. Those rumours floating around the hospital about you doing me would at least be true. I'd be able to tell your CEO about how I spent the morning ripping your panties off with my teeth, which I'm positive you'd deny, except denial isn't very convincing when your face is bright red."
Would he really do something like that? Well... House wasn't known for keeping mum about things, and it likely would depend on the situation. On the other hand, most of the things House bragged about when it came to sex weren't real. He said a lot of things for effect, and while sex with Cuddy was definitely something to brag about in terms of how good it was, there was every bit the chance he'd actually maintain some level of discretion. Besides, a lot of his claims were so outlandish that it would be likely people would dismiss any claims he made about ripping Cuddy's panties off with his teeth as mere fabrication. Still, he doubted he'd come out of saying such things unscathed once Cuddy got him on her own and berated the crap out of him for being so indecent.
"Scandal is what makes the workplace go 'round," he continued. "Can't say Cameron would be too pleased. You'd probably suffer the wrath of her green-eyed glares. And Wilson..."
House trailed off, the smug look on his face fading somewhat. He couldn't very well make fun of Wilson when he'd more or less slept with Wilson himself. Twice. And how would the hospital have reacted if that became some kind of routine thing that became public scandal? Better yet, how was Cuddy going to react if she ever found out what had happened between Wilson and himself.
House quickly shook himself out of his thoughts and schooled his expression into a smug one again, though it was little forced this time. "Wilson'd just complain that he's being left out," he joked a little lamely, feeling caught off guard by his thoughts. "And if he found out we were scoring around the hospital in various sexual adventures, I've no doubt in my mind he'd give you the Lecture Of Doom about sense and sensibility."
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"Oh, please, I can handle Cameron," she scoffed. She frowned, though, looking up at House's face as he stumbled over the mention of Wilson. His explanation seemed off somehow, forced. She couldn't put her finger on it exactly, but she thought it was likely due to the estrangement between the two men. This morning had been the first time they'd talked in days, maybe weeks, and it sounded as though it hadn't been an entirely happy conversation. It would probably take some time for them to work back to their easy ways with each other.
"Like Wilson has any room to be lecturing on sexual responsibility," she added dryly. She strongly suspected that the number of Wilson's various romantic exploits had been exaggerated--probably by House--but he hadn't been entirely faithful either.
Wilson probably would try to lecture them both, simply to try and prevent them from doing something stupid. He'd probably be right, too, but it was a little too late for friendly warnings. She was glad she hadn't mentioned anything to him when she'd seen him in the bar. It seemed like that would be another complication to this 'thing' between her and House.
Except she didn't like feeling that she was hiding this from Wilson either. Technically, it was none of his business what she and House did, but given the long friendship the three of them had shared, it felt wrong to be keeping secrets. It would be even worse if Wilson found out by accident or from someone else. God, this whole thing was complicated no matter what she decided. So she decided to ignore the issue for now, at least until House and Wilson had patched things up between them.
"Besides, I got the lectures on responsibity from my parents a long time ago. If I didn't listen to them, it's unlikely I'd listen to Wilson." Cuddy took a luxurious stretch that went all the way to her toes. Then she gave House a pat on the ass as she sat up. "Excuse me--need to make use of the facilities."
She slid out of bed and retrieved the used condom from the floor before going in to the bathroom.
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As Cuddy stretched, House took the liberty of running his hand from her chest down her belly, feeling her stomach muscles taut and firm. He chose not to respond to her comment about Wilson, though he was thinking to himself how smooth and persuasive Wilson could be with words. He'd seen Wilson do what House liked to call 'His Thing', had even got Wilson to do His Thing on his patients who needed persuading to have surgery or treatment. He was certain Wilson wouldn't hold back on doing His Thing on Cuddy, should it ever become knowledge to him of what House and Cuddy were doing.
"You're excused, by all means," House replied, rolling onto his front as Cuddy swatted his ass and shifted off the bed. He watched her venture into the bathroom before he pressed his face into the pillow and focused on stretching his shoulders and neck, then slowly rolled over again, onto his back, and launched into a long, relaxing stretch. His skin felt gritty from the sweat he'd built up during sex, and his crotch and around his balls felt sticky from where Cuddy had been riding him. God, he felt relaxed, though. He closed his eyes and focused on the mild afterglowing hum still buzzing in his body.
He pushed himself up after a moments' relaxation and got himself up off the bed, grabbed his cane and headed for the bathroom himself. He didn't bother to knock, just opened the door and stuck his head in through the doorway, and caught sight of Cuddy sitting naked on the toilet. Not a sight he expected to see, but she said she needed to use the facilities, so what did he really expect?
"Flattering," he remarked.
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"House!" she said when he poked his head in the door, her volume short of a bellow, but only just. She waved at him emphatically. "Out. Now."
She pulled a thoroughly exasperated face as House pulled his head back. She finished quickly and flushed, which seemed to be House's signal to re-enter the room. She shot him a look as she washed her hands. "You know, there is a certain expectation of privacy in the bathroom."
The fact that she was standing there naked, and House was naked, seemed to make the whole demand for privacy sound silly. He'd seen pretty much every inch of her by now. And he certainly knew that she had the same bodily functions everyone had. That didn't mean she wanted him watching her pee. She was modest enough she didn't really want anyone to watch her pee.
She dried her hands and turned to look at him. She gave a resigned sigh because rebuking House for invading someone's privacy was pointless. He probably hadn't even stopped to think about what he was doing. "I'm going to take a quick shower. You're welcome to join me...unless you actually had a reason for coming in here? One that didn't involve trying to catch me in unflattering positions?"
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"I actually came in here to pee," he continued, twirling his cane around so the handle was upside down, then using it to lift the toilet seat. It thunked against the porcelain tank and House set his cane down against the wall before taking his dick in his hand. He looked across at Cuddy. "You don't mind, right? Thought not."
He turned his attention down to the toilet bowl and started to whistle a tune while he waited for his bladder to relieve itself. The last time he'd used the toilet in front of Cuddy she didn't actually stick around in the bathroom to witness anything. And House had felt extremely degraded knowing he couldn't get to the toilet without Cuddy's help because of his detoxing state.
Right now, however, he didn't care that she was able to see him, because they'd just had sex and getting coy around Cuddy with his natural bodily functions now was just stupid. Not to mention the fact that there'd been times at work where Cuddy had barged in on him taking a piss, stood and watched him even, so this was no different to that as far as House was concerned. The only difference was he was butt naked.
He flushed once he was done, moved across to the sink to wash his hands and then moved across to the shower. He pulled the shower screen aside and peered in at Cuddy. "Do I get to soap your breasts?"
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