'You,' Chase's voice was a little high pitched, he had to clear his throat and try again, 'you've fantasized... about me?' He was actually taken by surprise, it never crossed his mind that Cuddy, his boss' boss, would fantasize about him.
'Don't get your hopes up too high, she said maybe and I bet she it's only to not think about me.'
'Yes, House. You are on my mind twenty four seven,' the level of fake irritation and sarcasm in her tone was about to pop the meeter. Truth be told she was really enjoying House's jealousy... If he was jealous. He had that smug look on his face as he boost his own ego up with that comment. If there was any jealousy in him, his tone hide it very well. Only way to find out was to do the dare and I mean like really, Chase was a very attractive young man.
She placed one warm peck on Chase's neck, followed by her hands running up his chest. A trail or pecks climbed up his neck and were about to land on the destination point when a hard object tickled the back of her knee. Ignoring it she placed a faint and lofty kiss on the blonde man's lips.
Not being at all coy he wasted no time in thrusting his tongue lousily in her mouth, which she accepted with a blatant and over dramatic moan. She couldn't help but compare his kiss with House's.
House was passionate, he fought for being in control when Chase kissed her as if he was dehydrated.
Parting his lips she paid attention to his neck and could feel his length rub against her lower stomach.
She was just about to get on her knees when a yelp escaped her lips and filled the air as she was yanked backwards by her skirt. The surprise causing her to fall on her bottom and on a hard wooden stick.
'House!' was the first thing that came out of her mouth as she could say as the pain passed by. Turning her attention to the obnoxious doctor, 'What the hell was that all about?'
House wanted to beat himself up. What the hell was wrong with him? How the hell was he going to cover this, this, this, disaster! He acted irrationally, for the first time in his life he didn't think before he acted.
'What was what about?' good god, now he was acting stupid! Couldn't he think of a better reply?
'That! You pulling me and making me land on my ass.' She was playing dumb, she was about 80% sure that he was jealous.
'Don't worry, your ass has some huge pillows that break every fall.' Yes, clean it up with an inappropriate comment, always works.
'My ass is not huge.' Cuddy could hear scoffs fill the air and House was more than happy that this was turning into a conversation about her ass other than his feelings.
'It actually is pretty big.'
Cuddy couldn't help but glare at Thirteen's comment which she then tried to fix telling her that she should know it's big, seeing that she looks at herself in the mirror.
'So am I getting a blow job or not?'
House's smirk nearly faded at the sound of Chase's voice but he couldn't give his rage away.
Cuddy locked eyes with House. Was he challenging her with his frown? Telling her to not to? Well, he's going to suffer. His own game turning into hell for him.
'Yes, you "are" getting your blow job.'
With that Cuddy stood up, grabbing House's cane along the way. Which only caused a scoff come from House's throat.
'Are you really going to let her do it?' Wilson's voice was hushed, as if he were telling the deepest secret.
His friend shrugged, 'why not? She and I are nothing.'
House's voice was neutral but he knew better. He knew that deep down his friend was burning.
Cuddy could feel House's eyes digging holes in the back of her head as she got on her knees and began to unbuckle Chase's pants. Taking the zipper between her teeth and pulling it down slowly. In a matter of seconds Chase's trousers were down to his ankles and she was surprised that he had absolutely no underwear.
'You don't wear any underwear?' Thirteen asked him as she eyed his length... What was that, seven inches? Her thoughts were interrupted by Chase's answer, claiming that Cameron was the one that did the laundry and he broke the machine trying to clean his underwear.
'I don't know what I did wrong, it just add soap aaaand-' his sentence was cut short by Cuddy's tongue flicking the tip of his head. Her warm breath tickled as she let out a short and throaty chuckle. She kissed the tip of his member and a moan filled the room. Much like wrath filled House's veins.
Chase's jaw dropped as the tip of his arousal was wrapped around Cuddy's lips, the tip of her fingers played with his balls, and her tongue swirled around him.
His hips bucked as she began to suck on his head but her free hand held his hip back. She sucked on him a little harder, teasing him, he wanted to feel her warm mouth around him. He bucked his hips again and groaned.
'Be patient, Chase.' Her breath caused a cool sensation on his burning flesh as she spoke. His fists tightened and his breathing increased as her tongue lapped against his glands.
House mimicked her words mockingly, knowing that all eyes where on them and not on him.
'No, you're not. You keep on bucking your hips.'
'Well, I can't help it. I want moooore.'
He felt Cuddy's mouth wrap around him, taking him by surprise once more. She sucked hard on his member, working his balls and wrapping her petite hand around the base of his shaft, stroking what she could not fill.
Please, he sounds like a woman begging for "mooore", House made fun of Chase in his mind as he watched her... with him. Such a masochist he was.
'God, Cuddy.' The Aussie's hips thrust involuntary, going deeper into her mouth. She sucked hard enough to hollow her cheeks around him, her name echoing on the metal walls as he came fast and hard.
He sagged against the wall and slipped down to the floor and lazily pulled his trousers up as Cuddy rose to her feet and sat next to House who she did not dare look at.
Cuddy cleared her throat and turned her head slightly to look at House, 'truth or dare, House?'
