House Invasion

Once again I really couldn't help myself. I rewatched every episode of the current season and the chemistry between House and Thirteen is quite good. Although it hasn't had a chance to develop yet, this idea popped into my mind and I saw a chance for some pointless/plotless sex. I'm not sure if I'll go beyond a single chapter so I'm leaving it open for now just in case. Enjoy the story!
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God she hates him. She thinks that over and over in her mind even as his lips capture hers in a scorching, knee weakening kiss. Even as her hands tore at his clothing, fighting the rising desire just long enough to gather the thought process she needed to remove his clothes.

She can't understand what could have possibly lead to this encounter. Perhaps it's been building up since she met him. He's an asshole. She knows that and he knows that. Her tricked her into revealing her disease, lied and insulted her constantly, and made her want to hurt him on many occasions.

But for some reason she found nothing offensive about being pushed back up against a wall and being ravished by his hands and mouth. She could feel his hands everywhere, rough and demanding against her soft skin, which is just the way she likes it. A groan of such unreal desire ripped itself out of her when his lips touched at the base of her throat.

"House." A lick just below her left ear made her gasp. "House!"

She had meant to say his name in protest of what they were doing, but they sounded a lot like pleas. Yes, they were pleas. Pleas to keep his lips on her skin and his hips thrusting between her thighs, stoking that furnace deep within her core that heated her body to blistering heights.

"We...Oh God!" Another protest was thwarted by the presence of his mouth between her breasts. Even through the casual shirt she was wearing she could feel it. How could his mouth spread so much fire through her body?

The warring emotions within her body caused her to almost forget they were in his office. She was about to go home for the night when she spotted House in his office. Just to be nice she stopped to say goodnight but for some reason it didn't end there. Somehow they had got to this point and her desire was only letting her think of the now.

"Clothes...off." House muttered before pressing against her heated center once again. God, this man is so demanding and harsh, but his highly aroused tone left no room for debate even in her own mind. With so much reluctance he pulled away from her and quickly shed his clothing.

She knew she could pull out and leave the room right now and she was shocked to see House actually giving her the opportunity. So he has a heart afterall. But for some reason he fingers moved of their own free will, discarding her clothing onto a pile along with House's and standing before him completely nude.

Some men have had a problem with her breast size in the past, but House really didn't seem to care. His eyes raked hungrily over every inch of her flesh, causing her body to burn under his scrutiny. House placed his cane on his desk before returning his body to hers. She accepted him, despite so many things in her mind telling her not to.

Even as her body curved against his, fleshing touching intimate flesh, her mind told her no. Even as her breasts pressed against his chest her mind told her no. Even as his hands pulled her roughly to him and his lips pressed passionately to hers, her mind told her no. And she ignored it every single time.

Although her lack of trust had left her with very few lovers in her life, she was still experienced enough to know what her body likes. Most men look at her and consider her a fragile thing, but she liked the rough, passionate treatment. In her mind she believed that being on the borderline of control was thrilling.

Somehow House knew that. His hands moved along the curve of her back and down to her perfect butt, while his lips kissed a trail of fire down her neck and to her breasts, relishing the hardened peaks of her nipples with his tongue. Even through the assault of such primal feelings she could feel his shaft press against her.

She lowered a hand between their bodies and took him in her gasp, ripping a moan of desire out of him she never thought she'd hear, but would kill to hear again. She pumped her slender fingers up and down his shaft slowly, demanding to see a side of him not many get to see. Moans and gasps distracted his exploration of her body and it seemed to cause equal parts frustration and pleasure.

Yes, this is what she wants to see! House on the brink! House exposed! House needing someone! House wanting her! She couldn't quite understand the increase in power she felt when she saw that side of him, and that type of animal lust in his eyes that tells her what is about to happen.

After a smoldering look and another scorching kiss she guided his penis to her center and he slowly entered her. It was a new experience being fucked against a wall, and he seemed to take note of that by spreading her right leg and propping her foot up on his chair, making her open up even more to him.

Seeing her face light up with pleasure with each and every inch he pushed inside of her made House feel more pleasure than anything he could imagine, which is saying a lot. She looked so sexy as her mouth opened and closed in almost silent gasps and when he finally buried his full length inside of her he stopped moving for a few moments to enjoy the look on her face.

He started to pull his length out of her, only to push back in at the halfway mark, tearing a deep moan out of her that made him shudder. Damn she's so tight. She held him like a vice and it was clear to him just how few partners she has been with. Good, he'll make sure she never forgets him.

Once again he pulled out of her slowly, making her squeeze him for every inch he had. When he was nearly all the way out, he shoved hard and deep, tearing a cry out of her that nearly killed him.

"Oh God!" Her arms wrapped around him and pulled him closer, her body molding to his even as he pulled out and thrust hard within her again. On the next thrust her hips moved down and met his. "House!"

A fine sheen of sweat formed on their bodies and soon they met each other's thrusts in a demanding game. Their lips pressed together and again fire spread from the kiss, mixing in with the fire of their thrusts and his chest against hers. It didn't take long before he reluctantly tore his lips away from hers and took her right nipple between his lips.

As he sucked she could feel his tongue work on her nipple, causing his name to pour from her lips like a stream with words like "More" and "Harder" thrown in without any conscious thought or will of her own. With each thrust he stoked a fire within her, hitting just that right spot each and every time until his moans of pleasure mixed in with hers and she said a brief prayer in her mind that no one else was left in the hospital so late.

House moved his hands back to her butt and squeezed the firm globes in his hands, using them as leverage to bring her hard down on to his shaft, driving him inside of her as deep as he could reach with every thrust. His leg is hurting a lot from the strain, but nothing could possibly distract him from this.

The pressure within him started to become too much and his thrusts became more erratic, with her own following him. She was dying to rap her legs around him and ride out the final moments into ecstasy, but she knew she couldn't do that.

"House! I...I..." Each time she tried to warn him he would thrust even harder, making her words turn into cries of pleasure.

"I know..." He said simply.

Then it happened. During one push she rolled her hips and they both thrust in just the right way that finally pushed her over the edge. Her head pressed back against the wall and her eyes closed, but House pressed his hand to her cheek.

"Look at me as you cum, I want to see you."

She opened her eyes and looked at him just as her release hit her, ripping a cry of pleasure from her body that made him moan and follow her. She felt him spill into her, knowing deep down that it wasn't good, but not caring. As his sperm emptied inside of her, she accepted all of it, her inner walls squeezing instinctively to take everything he gave her.

Her mouth was opened in pleasure even after she could summon no more sound and only closed it in one final whimper as they both stopped. She could barely think after such a powerful orgasm. Without a doubt she could say it was the most power she'd ever had, and she knew that soon she would wonder how.

But right then, as her body pressed against his and his hands gently massaged her back, she knew she didn't care. She'll worry about it later when the bliss vanishes.

She notices his eyes looking over her body again and his penis slowly returning to hardness. Yes, let's not think about it for as long as possible.