Pain Management
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G through L › House
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
6,441
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own House. None of these characters belong to me. They belong to their creators. I pay homage to them and I make no profit from this story in any fashion, way or means.
Pain Management
TITLE: Pain Management
AUTHOR: Midknight
CHAPTER: 1 of 1
FANDOM: House
SHIP: House (Gregory) / Cameron (Allison)
RATING: NC-17
CATEGORY: Erotica
SPOILERS: None
UNIVERSE: As per cannon.
SYNOPSIS: Set somewhere in Season 2. House has had a long, bad day and needs a little more pain management than his Vicodin and Cameron steps in.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own House. None of these characters belong to me. They belong to their creators. I pay homage to them and I make no profit from this story in any fashion, way or means.
AUTHORS NOTE: I apologize before hand and hope you will forgive any errors or blatant discrepancies.
FEEDBACK: Yes Please. It helps. It really, really helps. – midknight_tales@yahoo.com
Gregory House turned most of the lights off in his office before, wincing, he settled back on his recliner, letting his cane fall to the floor with a dull thud. He closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose as his thigh throbbed with pain. The Vicodin he’d just taken didn’t seem to be doing the trick. He fleetingly wondered if Wilson or Cuddy might still be around to give him a shot of Morphine, but a quick look at his watch told him that it was very unlikely. He’d pushed himself too hard and he knew it.
He opened his eyes, stifling a groan as he heard his door open and the light, familiar tread he recognized as Cameron’s come toward him. “It’s late. What are you doing here and what do you want?” he asked harshly without waiting for her to come around the recliner and into view. She didn’t answer and remained out of sight as she picked up his cane and leaned it against the back of the recliner. She finally came into view and stood in front of him. She wasn’t wearing her lab coat and the simple white blouse and grey skirt accentuated her taut hourglass figure. Her dark hair was lose and framed her pixie features in a cascade of soft curls; her large, light eyes looked down at him in concern and her lips drawn into a thin, thoughtful line. “She really isn’t hard on the eyes.” He decided for the billionth time.
“Is that a hint of nipples I can see making little peaks against the material of her blouse?” He wondered, keeping the frown off his face as he concentrated, trying to decide if it was just a trick of the light or not and whether she was wearing a bra or not. “Does it hurt?” she asked, breaking the silence. “No… My leg feels wonderful. I was just taking a little rest before I jogged home.” He replied sarcastically without lifting his eyes from his inspection of her breasts. His eyes now resting on the pendant of her necklace that slowly shifted at the top of the shadowed valley of her cleavage, which was exposed by the three undone buttons on her blouse. His fingers twitched on the armrest.
“Can I have a look at it?” she asked and his eyes shot up to her face with a fierce glare, which she met with a steady, compassionate look. The snide remark died on his lips as she held his gaze continuing her plea silently with her eyes, while at the same time challenging him. Harsh, spiteful words bubbled up his throat, ready and willing to hurt her, to push her away and he even closed his eyes to block out her beautiful, concerned features, but in the end he swallowed them down. “Just how many Vicodin had he taken?” he wondered as, instead, he undid his belt and jeans, and leaning back against the recliner managed to lift his buttocks enough to push his pants down his thigh.
Cameron stepped closer and then knelt between his legs. He caught a gentle waft of her scent, anti-bacterial soup and vanilla as he breathed in heavily when her fingers lightly worked over the scar tissue where his thigh muscle used to be. Heat radiated from her hands and into his skin as she examined and massaged his thigh, her hands sure and expert. He couldn’t stifle the breathy sigh that escaped him as the pain level dropped, dulling under her ministrations. He knew the relief was temporary, but it felt oh so good. “Thank you.” He whispered, wondering if there would be surprise or a smile on her face as her hair had fallen across it, hiding it from him.
Her hands slowed and finally stopped, but remained resting on his thigh and he took a deep breath to brace himself for the return of the pain. She tossed her hair out of her face and looked up at him. “You’ve strained it, House. We’re here to do the running around for you. You should let us.” She chastised him quietly and he snorted in amusement. “You’ve taken you pills?” she asked and he nodded, feeling his eyes narrow involuntarily as the throbbing ache started to return to full strength. Her straight white teeth worried at the side of her lower lip for a moment, her eyes thoughtful and unreadable.
She let out a slow warm breath. “There are other… Natural ways to manage pain.” She told him and then her hand slid from his thigh to his crotch. His body registered her action before his mind did. He had been semi-hard since he’d catalogued her appearance, but at her warm touch, only slightly dampened by the cotton of his boxers, he came fully erect almost instantly. “Allison?” he gasped, using her first name in shock, sitting up as her fingers wormed their way into the fly of his boxers and deftly drew him out. The touch of her fingers on his manhood sent a shiver up his spine, freezing him and scrambled his thoughts for a moment.
“This is ridiculous, absurd. I have to stop her. This is Cameron. She has feelings. I don’t care about them ninety-nine percent of the time, but I can’t let her do this.” He thought, but all that left his mouth was a groan as her warm hand wrapped around him and slowly stroked his length. “Just lie back and relax. It’s okay. I promise.” She instructed, her voice low, way too calm and enticing. His dick twitched against her wonderful grip, his stomach tensing at the jolt of pleasure as she also twisted her fist. He made an effort to control his breathing. “Cameron… You… We… Shouldn’t.” he tried to string words into sentences without much success as she sent waves of pleasure into him to war with the pain he felt. He wanted to reach for her, push her away, but his fingers just dug into the armrests, flexing to the rhythm of her skimming fist.
She had kept her eyes intently locked with his as she jacked him and he felt of a shock when she broke the connection, her face turning down. He figured out her intensions a moment before he felt her hot breath tickle the pointed head of his cock and her lips enveloped it. His ass tensed and he barely managed to stop his hips from bucking to drive himself into the sucking, heat and moist pressure of her mouth. His breath hissed out from between clenched teeth, his had pressing back against the back of the recliner as she slowly worked her lips down his length. Sparks of pleasure, borne on waves of delight washed away the pain as her tongue swirled along his skin while her lips drew a trail of hot, wet friction back and forth along the top half of his shaft while her hand attended to the other half.
House licked his suddenly dry lips and swallowed to wet his parched throat as his balls tightened and twitched when he pressed up against the entrance to her throat. He waited for her to back up, expecting the delightful slither of her lips as they traveled back up to his tip, but instead, the pressure increased for a moment and then with a gasp his hands lost their grip on the armrests and hovered over her head as she took him down her throat. He let his hands drop slowly, careful to remain in control, to let her set her own pace when all he wanted to do was drive her down onto him completely. Her hair was a soft, silken caress as his fingers wound into it to massage her scalp.
A thick moan rumbled in his chest and escaped his lips as she buried her nose in his pubes and hot air tickled his skin as she breathed heavily through it. His dick pulsed against the tight confines of her throat as she swallowed and it rippled around him. It felt amazing. His hips undulated beyond his control, as she made wet sucking noises, her cheeks hollowing as she slowly started to bob her head. He knew Cameron was many things: beautiful, intelligent, focused, caring and predictable, at least until now, but he never would have guessed, not in a million years that she had this talented as she proceeded to give him the best blowjob he’d ever had.
Pleasure shot through him, tensing his muscles and making his nerves sing as her lips slid up and down his length, his dick never completely leaving the warm, wet confines of her throat. He felt his need for release growing rapidly and found himself with a torturous dilemma. He wanted to experience the bliss of climax, but at the same time he didn’t want to end the wild ride that was taking him there. It was as if she could hear his thoughts because she drew her lips slowly free of his erection. The air was cool after the hot delight of her mouth and the string of spittle still connected her lips to his shaft broke as it twitched in response.
Her eyes met his again as she slowly rose to her feet to stand between his thighs. She reached for her skirt and very slowly hiked it up until he could see her pale pink panties. His eyes slid down to the movement. Her panties were lace, cut high and had a little bow at the middle of the waistband. “House.” She called his name softly and his eyes lifted back to her face. He almost absently noticed that he had been right; there was now no mistaking that she wasn’t wearing a bra. The peaks of her stiff nipples were now clearly visible against the fabric of her blouse. Her breasts shuddered as she took a ragged breath. “Take them off, House. Take off my panties.” She instructed breathily, moving infinitesimally closer to him.
His dick jerked against his belly and he took a deep steadying breath before reaching for her. House let his eyes close as he places his hands on the outside of her thighs, just above her knees. Her skin was warm and smooth under against his as he caressed his way upwards, flexing his fingers to test the firm flesh, drawing a soft sigh from her. He opened his eyes as he hooked his fingers over the waistband and pulled it off her hips. He had unconsciously moved forward and the erotic, spicy scent of her arousal made his nostrils flare as he revealed the small, dark patch of her pubes. The crotch of her panties clung damply to her folds for a moment before he pulled it free and the undergarment down her thighs. He let it go once it had passed her knees and it slid unhindered to the floor where she daintily stepped out of them.
“Cameron…” he started, an unaccustomed twinge of guilt assaulting him, but she pressed a finger across his lips to silence him. “It’s okay.” She repeated and lightly pushed him back onto the recliner. He pulled his legs together at her gentle urging and then straddling them she slid her knees onto the recliner until she hovered over his lap. He felt heat radiating from her before he felt her slick; velvet folds slide across his pointed dick head as she guided him to her entrance. He heard her breath hitch and watched her eyes widen as she relaxed and slowly slid onto him and delicious pressure and heat enveloped his erection.
Her tight channel, flexed and clutched at his shaft, its resistance adding to the fiery friction as she slowly, inevitably sunk down on him. He swallowed and his eyes narrowed to slits as he barely managed to stop his hips from bucking or his grip from tightening to pull her down onto him. It seemed to take forever and at the same time not nearly long enough for her to settle onto his lap, her eyes fluttering closed as she squirmed to adjust to him while they both exhaled slowly. They both groaned as she slowly started to circle her hips, stirring her molten core around his throbbing manhood. Her thighs were warm against his hips, her skin a silken caress as it shifted against his.
He pressed his lips against the pulse at the side of her throat when she let her head fall back as his hips undulated to grind himself up into her. He let his lips slide lower, testing her skin lightly with his teeth and swirling his tongue over the smooth surface. His fingers blindly sought and found the buttons of her blouse as they moved together. His shaft remained buried deep inside her, throbbing against her deliciously shifting channel as he pushed the blouse off her shoulders to reveal her breasts. They weren’t large, but were in perfect proportion to her petite frame. She arched her back, pressing into his hands as he cupped the firm globes, weighing them for a moment before fondling them.
Her nipples were brown, taut little gumdrops resting on little, round, swollen mushroom cap areolas, dark against her pale skin. For, some reason, he always thought they would be pink. He rolled them under his thumbs, testing their resistance and resilience, enjoying the way her breath shuddered and her eyelids fluttered when he did it. She undulated on him, her channel a moist, velvet caress that radiated heat and pleasure into his belly and through his body. She moved with dedicated purpose and he matched her as best he could. Her head lolled back and he pressed his lips to the curved column of her throat. He swirled her tongue in the hollow at the base of her throat and then moved lower.
Cameron started to circle her hips faster as he grasped her right breast and guided her nipple to his lips. Her back arched and the firm flesh of her breast pressed against his face and into his mouth as he ran his tongue around the turgid tip. His lips vibrated against her skin as he groaned and she made an echoing moan. Her hands cradled the back of his head and neck, her fingers massaging his skin and scalp. He switched to the other breast as she ground down on him and he bucked up into her, feeling her breath speed up and her heart race. His hands slid up and down the flexing silk of her back, her luxurious hair tickling the backs of his fingers.
The tension in his balls spread to his belly and ass with the energy and need for release quickly starting to overpower his control. He lifted his head from the sweet taste of her breast and scent of her skin to grit his teeth and squeeze his eyes shut in an attempt to stall his imminent eruption. His strategy had a fatal flaw and backfired. In the darkness behind his eyelids the sensation of her moving on him seemed to intensify and pushed him over the edge. He grunted and his head pressed back in to the plush leather of the recliner and his fingers clutched at her waist as his climax exploded into her in heavy surges.
Bliss washed across his senses in waves that accompanied each pulsing spurt, washing away the last of his pain even reaching that deep, dull ache that was a constant of his life. His breath shuddered from his lungs and his hips bucked again as her sex squeezed and twisted around his shaft with a sharp pulse. She whined loudly as he felt a hot, fresh torrent of liquid heat flood from her and her sex rippled. Her fingernails bit into his shoulders through his t-shirt as her fingers tensed as she ground down on him with little panted whimpers. Her orgasm set of another cascade of pleasure that layered over the heavy, powerful surges of his own.
House groaned and shifted his head from side to side with the leather creaking in his ears. His hips bucked as he finally started to empty. Cameron slumped forward to rest warmly across his chest, her cheek resting on his shoulder. Her hot breath tickled the side of his neck and he turned his head to press his lips lightly to her sweat-beaded forehead. He wrapped his arms lightly around her hips with a sigh that mingled with hers. He sucked in a deep breath, closed his eyes and then let it out slow as his body relaxed and he luxuriated in warm, blissful, pain-free delight of satiation with a smile on his lips.
“House. House! House!!” he heard her call his name from impossibly far away. He frowned before he opened his eyes. The light was way to bright as he sat up and looked around. “Cameron?” he queried as he tried to blink the grit out of his eyes. He bit back a groan as he moved his leg as he twisted to look over the back of the recliner. “Yes. Were you here all night?” she wondered. A few things caught up with him, his jeans were still securely on. The light was coming in from the windows and Cameron was dressed in a pink top and dark slacks under her lab coat.
He swallowed to wet his dry throat and let out a soft sigh. “Yip… Must have fallen asleep waiting for that lap dance I ordered from Cuddy.” He quipped as he massaged his thigh to try and ease the stiff ache that permeated it. She chuckled and he turned his head away from her with a heavy exhalation as he remembered the wonderful feel of her body against his and the blissful absence of pain it had brought with it. “I really have to remember exactly how much Vicodin I took, that was one hell of a way to manage my pain.” He told himself as he waited for the rest of his team to arrive.
THE END
AUTHOR: Midknight
CHAPTER: 1 of 1
FANDOM: House
SHIP: House (Gregory) / Cameron (Allison)
RATING: NC-17
CATEGORY: Erotica
SPOILERS: None
UNIVERSE: As per cannon.
SYNOPSIS: Set somewhere in Season 2. House has had a long, bad day and needs a little more pain management than his Vicodin and Cameron steps in.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own House. None of these characters belong to me. They belong to their creators. I pay homage to them and I make no profit from this story in any fashion, way or means.
AUTHORS NOTE: I apologize before hand and hope you will forgive any errors or blatant discrepancies.
FEEDBACK: Yes Please. It helps. It really, really helps. – midknight_tales@yahoo.com
Gregory House turned most of the lights off in his office before, wincing, he settled back on his recliner, letting his cane fall to the floor with a dull thud. He closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose as his thigh throbbed with pain. The Vicodin he’d just taken didn’t seem to be doing the trick. He fleetingly wondered if Wilson or Cuddy might still be around to give him a shot of Morphine, but a quick look at his watch told him that it was very unlikely. He’d pushed himself too hard and he knew it.
He opened his eyes, stifling a groan as he heard his door open and the light, familiar tread he recognized as Cameron’s come toward him. “It’s late. What are you doing here and what do you want?” he asked harshly without waiting for her to come around the recliner and into view. She didn’t answer and remained out of sight as she picked up his cane and leaned it against the back of the recliner. She finally came into view and stood in front of him. She wasn’t wearing her lab coat and the simple white blouse and grey skirt accentuated her taut hourglass figure. Her dark hair was lose and framed her pixie features in a cascade of soft curls; her large, light eyes looked down at him in concern and her lips drawn into a thin, thoughtful line. “She really isn’t hard on the eyes.” He decided for the billionth time.
“Is that a hint of nipples I can see making little peaks against the material of her blouse?” He wondered, keeping the frown off his face as he concentrated, trying to decide if it was just a trick of the light or not and whether she was wearing a bra or not. “Does it hurt?” she asked, breaking the silence. “No… My leg feels wonderful. I was just taking a little rest before I jogged home.” He replied sarcastically without lifting his eyes from his inspection of her breasts. His eyes now resting on the pendant of her necklace that slowly shifted at the top of the shadowed valley of her cleavage, which was exposed by the three undone buttons on her blouse. His fingers twitched on the armrest.
“Can I have a look at it?” she asked and his eyes shot up to her face with a fierce glare, which she met with a steady, compassionate look. The snide remark died on his lips as she held his gaze continuing her plea silently with her eyes, while at the same time challenging him. Harsh, spiteful words bubbled up his throat, ready and willing to hurt her, to push her away and he even closed his eyes to block out her beautiful, concerned features, but in the end he swallowed them down. “Just how many Vicodin had he taken?” he wondered as, instead, he undid his belt and jeans, and leaning back against the recliner managed to lift his buttocks enough to push his pants down his thigh.
Cameron stepped closer and then knelt between his legs. He caught a gentle waft of her scent, anti-bacterial soup and vanilla as he breathed in heavily when her fingers lightly worked over the scar tissue where his thigh muscle used to be. Heat radiated from her hands and into his skin as she examined and massaged his thigh, her hands sure and expert. He couldn’t stifle the breathy sigh that escaped him as the pain level dropped, dulling under her ministrations. He knew the relief was temporary, but it felt oh so good. “Thank you.” He whispered, wondering if there would be surprise or a smile on her face as her hair had fallen across it, hiding it from him.
Her hands slowed and finally stopped, but remained resting on his thigh and he took a deep breath to brace himself for the return of the pain. She tossed her hair out of her face and looked up at him. “You’ve strained it, House. We’re here to do the running around for you. You should let us.” She chastised him quietly and he snorted in amusement. “You’ve taken you pills?” she asked and he nodded, feeling his eyes narrow involuntarily as the throbbing ache started to return to full strength. Her straight white teeth worried at the side of her lower lip for a moment, her eyes thoughtful and unreadable.
She let out a slow warm breath. “There are other… Natural ways to manage pain.” She told him and then her hand slid from his thigh to his crotch. His body registered her action before his mind did. He had been semi-hard since he’d catalogued her appearance, but at her warm touch, only slightly dampened by the cotton of his boxers, he came fully erect almost instantly. “Allison?” he gasped, using her first name in shock, sitting up as her fingers wormed their way into the fly of his boxers and deftly drew him out. The touch of her fingers on his manhood sent a shiver up his spine, freezing him and scrambled his thoughts for a moment.
“This is ridiculous, absurd. I have to stop her. This is Cameron. She has feelings. I don’t care about them ninety-nine percent of the time, but I can’t let her do this.” He thought, but all that left his mouth was a groan as her warm hand wrapped around him and slowly stroked his length. “Just lie back and relax. It’s okay. I promise.” She instructed, her voice low, way too calm and enticing. His dick twitched against her wonderful grip, his stomach tensing at the jolt of pleasure as she also twisted her fist. He made an effort to control his breathing. “Cameron… You… We… Shouldn’t.” he tried to string words into sentences without much success as she sent waves of pleasure into him to war with the pain he felt. He wanted to reach for her, push her away, but his fingers just dug into the armrests, flexing to the rhythm of her skimming fist.
She had kept her eyes intently locked with his as she jacked him and he felt of a shock when she broke the connection, her face turning down. He figured out her intensions a moment before he felt her hot breath tickle the pointed head of his cock and her lips enveloped it. His ass tensed and he barely managed to stop his hips from bucking to drive himself into the sucking, heat and moist pressure of her mouth. His breath hissed out from between clenched teeth, his had pressing back against the back of the recliner as she slowly worked her lips down his length. Sparks of pleasure, borne on waves of delight washed away the pain as her tongue swirled along his skin while her lips drew a trail of hot, wet friction back and forth along the top half of his shaft while her hand attended to the other half.
House licked his suddenly dry lips and swallowed to wet his parched throat as his balls tightened and twitched when he pressed up against the entrance to her throat. He waited for her to back up, expecting the delightful slither of her lips as they traveled back up to his tip, but instead, the pressure increased for a moment and then with a gasp his hands lost their grip on the armrests and hovered over her head as she took him down her throat. He let his hands drop slowly, careful to remain in control, to let her set her own pace when all he wanted to do was drive her down onto him completely. Her hair was a soft, silken caress as his fingers wound into it to massage her scalp.
A thick moan rumbled in his chest and escaped his lips as she buried her nose in his pubes and hot air tickled his skin as she breathed heavily through it. His dick pulsed against the tight confines of her throat as she swallowed and it rippled around him. It felt amazing. His hips undulated beyond his control, as she made wet sucking noises, her cheeks hollowing as she slowly started to bob her head. He knew Cameron was many things: beautiful, intelligent, focused, caring and predictable, at least until now, but he never would have guessed, not in a million years that she had this talented as she proceeded to give him the best blowjob he’d ever had.
Pleasure shot through him, tensing his muscles and making his nerves sing as her lips slid up and down his length, his dick never completely leaving the warm, wet confines of her throat. He felt his need for release growing rapidly and found himself with a torturous dilemma. He wanted to experience the bliss of climax, but at the same time he didn’t want to end the wild ride that was taking him there. It was as if she could hear his thoughts because she drew her lips slowly free of his erection. The air was cool after the hot delight of her mouth and the string of spittle still connected her lips to his shaft broke as it twitched in response.
Her eyes met his again as she slowly rose to her feet to stand between his thighs. She reached for her skirt and very slowly hiked it up until he could see her pale pink panties. His eyes slid down to the movement. Her panties were lace, cut high and had a little bow at the middle of the waistband. “House.” She called his name softly and his eyes lifted back to her face. He almost absently noticed that he had been right; there was now no mistaking that she wasn’t wearing a bra. The peaks of her stiff nipples were now clearly visible against the fabric of her blouse. Her breasts shuddered as she took a ragged breath. “Take them off, House. Take off my panties.” She instructed breathily, moving infinitesimally closer to him.
His dick jerked against his belly and he took a deep steadying breath before reaching for her. House let his eyes close as he places his hands on the outside of her thighs, just above her knees. Her skin was warm and smooth under against his as he caressed his way upwards, flexing his fingers to test the firm flesh, drawing a soft sigh from her. He opened his eyes as he hooked his fingers over the waistband and pulled it off her hips. He had unconsciously moved forward and the erotic, spicy scent of her arousal made his nostrils flare as he revealed the small, dark patch of her pubes. The crotch of her panties clung damply to her folds for a moment before he pulled it free and the undergarment down her thighs. He let it go once it had passed her knees and it slid unhindered to the floor where she daintily stepped out of them.
“Cameron…” he started, an unaccustomed twinge of guilt assaulting him, but she pressed a finger across his lips to silence him. “It’s okay.” She repeated and lightly pushed him back onto the recliner. He pulled his legs together at her gentle urging and then straddling them she slid her knees onto the recliner until she hovered over his lap. He felt heat radiating from her before he felt her slick; velvet folds slide across his pointed dick head as she guided him to her entrance. He heard her breath hitch and watched her eyes widen as she relaxed and slowly slid onto him and delicious pressure and heat enveloped his erection.
Her tight channel, flexed and clutched at his shaft, its resistance adding to the fiery friction as she slowly, inevitably sunk down on him. He swallowed and his eyes narrowed to slits as he barely managed to stop his hips from bucking or his grip from tightening to pull her down onto him. It seemed to take forever and at the same time not nearly long enough for her to settle onto his lap, her eyes fluttering closed as she squirmed to adjust to him while they both exhaled slowly. They both groaned as she slowly started to circle her hips, stirring her molten core around his throbbing manhood. Her thighs were warm against his hips, her skin a silken caress as it shifted against his.
He pressed his lips against the pulse at the side of her throat when she let her head fall back as his hips undulated to grind himself up into her. He let his lips slide lower, testing her skin lightly with his teeth and swirling his tongue over the smooth surface. His fingers blindly sought and found the buttons of her blouse as they moved together. His shaft remained buried deep inside her, throbbing against her deliciously shifting channel as he pushed the blouse off her shoulders to reveal her breasts. They weren’t large, but were in perfect proportion to her petite frame. She arched her back, pressing into his hands as he cupped the firm globes, weighing them for a moment before fondling them.
Her nipples were brown, taut little gumdrops resting on little, round, swollen mushroom cap areolas, dark against her pale skin. For, some reason, he always thought they would be pink. He rolled them under his thumbs, testing their resistance and resilience, enjoying the way her breath shuddered and her eyelids fluttered when he did it. She undulated on him, her channel a moist, velvet caress that radiated heat and pleasure into his belly and through his body. She moved with dedicated purpose and he matched her as best he could. Her head lolled back and he pressed his lips to the curved column of her throat. He swirled her tongue in the hollow at the base of her throat and then moved lower.
Cameron started to circle her hips faster as he grasped her right breast and guided her nipple to his lips. Her back arched and the firm flesh of her breast pressed against his face and into his mouth as he ran his tongue around the turgid tip. His lips vibrated against her skin as he groaned and she made an echoing moan. Her hands cradled the back of his head and neck, her fingers massaging his skin and scalp. He switched to the other breast as she ground down on him and he bucked up into her, feeling her breath speed up and her heart race. His hands slid up and down the flexing silk of her back, her luxurious hair tickling the backs of his fingers.
The tension in his balls spread to his belly and ass with the energy and need for release quickly starting to overpower his control. He lifted his head from the sweet taste of her breast and scent of her skin to grit his teeth and squeeze his eyes shut in an attempt to stall his imminent eruption. His strategy had a fatal flaw and backfired. In the darkness behind his eyelids the sensation of her moving on him seemed to intensify and pushed him over the edge. He grunted and his head pressed back in to the plush leather of the recliner and his fingers clutched at her waist as his climax exploded into her in heavy surges.
Bliss washed across his senses in waves that accompanied each pulsing spurt, washing away the last of his pain even reaching that deep, dull ache that was a constant of his life. His breath shuddered from his lungs and his hips bucked again as her sex squeezed and twisted around his shaft with a sharp pulse. She whined loudly as he felt a hot, fresh torrent of liquid heat flood from her and her sex rippled. Her fingernails bit into his shoulders through his t-shirt as her fingers tensed as she ground down on him with little panted whimpers. Her orgasm set of another cascade of pleasure that layered over the heavy, powerful surges of his own.
House groaned and shifted his head from side to side with the leather creaking in his ears. His hips bucked as he finally started to empty. Cameron slumped forward to rest warmly across his chest, her cheek resting on his shoulder. Her hot breath tickled the side of his neck and he turned his head to press his lips lightly to her sweat-beaded forehead. He wrapped his arms lightly around her hips with a sigh that mingled with hers. He sucked in a deep breath, closed his eyes and then let it out slow as his body relaxed and he luxuriated in warm, blissful, pain-free delight of satiation with a smile on his lips.
“House. House! House!!” he heard her call his name from impossibly far away. He frowned before he opened his eyes. The light was way to bright as he sat up and looked around. “Cameron?” he queried as he tried to blink the grit out of his eyes. He bit back a groan as he moved his leg as he twisted to look over the back of the recliner. “Yes. Were you here all night?” she wondered. A few things caught up with him, his jeans were still securely on. The light was coming in from the windows and Cameron was dressed in a pink top and dark slacks under her lab coat.
He swallowed to wet his dry throat and let out a soft sigh. “Yip… Must have fallen asleep waiting for that lap dance I ordered from Cuddy.” He quipped as he massaged his thigh to try and ease the stiff ache that permeated it. She chuckled and he turned his head away from her with a heavy exhalation as he remembered the wonderful feel of her body against his and the blissful absence of pain it had brought with it. “I really have to remember exactly how much Vicodin I took, that was one hell of a way to manage my pain.” He told himself as he waited for the rest of his team to arrive.
THE END