SEX TIEMS

[whatstheddx]

The Lust Whammy // Put it on me
According to the aim of the game: House has been hit with a wave of Lust, which means he's more or less without inhibition (when isn't he, lol). If he's ever had a dirty thought about your character - now is the time to find out. (If you want it to be within a certain 'verse, say so in the subject line of your

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[hbic_cuddy]

She kisses him passionately as he draws their joined hands downward. It's an odd feeling of being restrained. He's holding her as close to him as if he has his arms wrapped tightly around her, yet he's only holding her hands. It feels as though she can move away any time she wants but of course, she doesn't want to.

"Shut up," she murmurs. She gives his lower lip a little nip just to reinforce the point. He's right--he should've called if only to tell her he was leaving. He didn't, though, and nothing was going to change that. She has no interest to dwell on woulda/coulda/shoulda. She's far more interested in what he's going to do this time.

"Are you going to call me this time?" she asks as she kisses along his jaw. She's still rolling her hips against him, adding a little circling motion to increase the stimulation. She lets out a shaky sigh as the head of his penis rubs over a highly sensitive spot. Then she rolls her hips to make it happen again.

"You going to call me?" she asks again, her breathing becoming faster and shallower. "Or are you going to run away?"

[whatstheddx]

Shutting up is probably a good idea. He juts his jaw out a little when she nips his lip and squeezes her hands tight. The chair creaks under the strain of their bodies moving in tandem and at the way he pushing against the floor with the balls of his feet with each counter movement of each other's hips. He wishes he could move more, push deeper inside her and make this last longer than it probably will.

Her question catches him a little by surprise. It shouldn't have - it's a logical question to ask, after all. At least it seems so at the moment, anyway. He tries to think of an answer but the caress of her lips on his jaw and the building heat in his groin and up his spine is distracting. He lets her hands go, unable to resist holding her again any longer.

Circling his arms around her with his hands pressed firmly to her back, he lowers his face to her shoulder, now embracing her close to him. In response to her shaky, needy breaths, he lets out a quiet, needy breath of his own.

"Do you want me to call you?" he asks into her shoulder. He turns his head with another quiet, shaky gasp and presses the side of his face to hers. "I'll call you if you want me to," he murmurs, then gasps quietly as the pleasure suddenly spikes further, "God, Cuddy..."

[hbic_cuddy]

His hands pressing against her back encourages her to push her hips harder against him. The way he's sitting on the chair doesn't allow for the deepest penetration but she makes it as deep as possible.

She reaches over his shoulders and grabs the back of the chair to give her something steady to hold onto, although the way the chair creaks with their movements, she's not sure just how steady it is. She uses the balls of her feet to lift herself just a few inches with every roll of her hips. The friction increases to a delicious level. Her breath catches in her throat as a shiver of pleasure makes her legs tremble.

She falters for a moment when he speaks. She's thrilled he seems to want to make more of this but she's learned not to trust anything a man says when he's got his dick buried deep in a woman's body. Under those circumstances, a man will say almost anything.

"Shut up," she gasps. She'd like to pin him down. She'd like to know what this means to him but silence seems the safest option for now. She slides her mouth over his in a loose, breathless kiss and rides him hard enough to make the chair legs skitter against the floor.

"Ohhh...." The low, drawn-out groan chokes off as pleasure spikes and she clenches uncontrollably around him.

[whatstheddx]

House utters a low, soft groan by Cuddy's ear when she shifts just that little bit, increasing the depth his penis drives in and out of her. He thinks to stop her so they can move to the bed, or at least some flat surface, and he almost does. But between waiting for her answer and being told to shut up, and the increasing intensity of her hips rolling, he loses track of his own thoughts.

Instead, he's holding her even tighter to him now, meeting her mouth in an open, breathless caress of their lips touching without truly locking in a kiss. Cuddy's getting closer to the edge, or is getting needier for release, and he attempts to drive deeper into her by thrusting up. Things are starting to get clumsier now, if not bordering on a little dangerous. The chair could easily tip under the strain of their movements.

He slides his mouth along her cheek until his face is buried against the side of her neck, and he dashes a hand up to clutch the back of her neck just as she hits a peak of pleasure. As she comes, shaking and trembling, he holds her tight. The sound of her reaching climax, the way she becomes helpless with pleasure because of him, it makes him suddenly consumed with a desire to be gentle and loving towards her.

His own need is tugging urgently at him as well, however. Dashing both hands to her hips, he pulls them hard so her thighs are forced that bit wider apart, her pelvis flattened against his. The chair is now scratching and rocking rhythmically on the floor. He releases her hips to run his hands down her thighs, nails dragging down her skin, and then he's grabbing her ass again with a frantic slap of skin against skin. The increase of wetness from her orgasm makes his penis slide with even more ease in and out of her and as he's running his mouth across her throat he chokes out a helpless gasp.

[hbic_cuddy]

Once she returns to her senses--more or less--she feels wonderfully warm and relaxed, all her muscles loose. She still moves with House, allowing him to guide the movement of her hips to give him what he needs. She becomes a little more concerned about the chair's ability to withstand the vigor of their lovemaking but it's too late to stop now.

She grasps the back of his head and holds him to her, murmuring encouragement as his thrusts become more desperate. She meets his thrusts with a smooth rolling of her own hips and tightens her pelvic muscles around him to help tip him over the edge. She rides out the sharp jerks of his pelvis as he orgasms and continues to move as he sags into the chair.

She slows her movements, gently sliding along his length until he fully relaxes under her. She wraps her arms loosely around his shoulders and nuzzles at his face until he turns his mouth to her. She gives him a slow, sloppy kiss and then turns to rest her head against his.

"I think I'm going to have bruises on my ass," she mock complains, referring to the strength with with he'd gripped that part of her anatomy.

[whatstheddx]

It doesn't take House long to reach release. He loses all control of his senses as everything narrows right down to the heat burning in his body and rippling up his spine. His grunts turn into desperate pants and his body twitches and shudders under the tension of being so close to climax.

Just as everything fades save for pleasure bursting through him, he madly grabs Cuddy up around her waist and gasps helplessly against the side of her neck. His orgasm is fierce and hard as he comes deep inside her. The way Cuddy keeps sliding and squeezing along his penis is almost too much, too sensitive; he shudders under the force of aftershocks and drags his mouth up to meet hers. She does most of the kissing because he's still breathing quickly and is for the moment rendered incoherent by pleasure.

He just snorts breathlessly to her comment about her ass. He lowers his face back to her shoulder and keeps her held close to him, now slowly running a hand up her clammy back while his other arm is anchored securely around her waist. Sliding his hand right up to her shoulder, he grips it and pulls her back just enough so he can meet her mouth again. This time, he kisses with more coherency, slowly and searchingly while his penis softens inside her.

[hbic_cuddy]

Cuddy molds herself to him as they kiss. Now that the heat of passion is fading, the cooling sweat on her body makes her shiver. She likes being with him, though, sharing a post-coital warmth as their heartrates slow to normal. Soon enough they'll need to separate, clean up, get dressed, but for now she's content to sit on his lap.

She wonders, though, even as she kisses him slowly, how long the afterglow will last. Last time, it was gone by morning. This time...well, he can't run away without so much as a phone call this time. They will see each other at work. House is good at running away emotionally, though. He always has been. And she has no idea how to stop him.

She sucks softly at his lip and murmurs, "You don't have any excuses this time. There's not going to be any call from the Dean, no expulsion from med school." She presses her lips to his, lingering over the kiss before pulling back to look at him. "I expect a call."