Notes: So there is quite a bit of smutty goodness here. It's just what kept happening when I would muse over the story, but I am guessing no one here minds that. And judging by the chapter stats, people don't seem to be put off by anal play (highest view stats on the most naughty chapter, just so you know), but the beads are back in this chapter so just a little fair warning if that pushes things too far for you. However, I am taking a wild guess here and assuming that ya'll know what to expect from me by now. :P
Atavares I am running out of creative ways to thank you for betaing this massive puppy, so I'll just say thanks again! It's been another fun week of writing and goofing off together.
Thanks also to the reviewers! I think it is helping get more readers turned on to the story. The stats have really picked up since this topped 50 reviews, so feel free to keep them coming. I'll keep writing either way so don't think I am holding the story hostage. lol (I know some folks do that, and well that is fine for them, but I'm having a blast one way or the other with this tale.) But, I have to admit it is kind of cool when I see more and more people reading my work. So thank you to everyone who's reading whether you drop a note or not. Just seeing the stats for the pages continue to go up and not down is really encouraging. :)
Chapter 25: An Experiment
Standing in front of the bathroom sink, you look down at the red and white capsule as you roll it between your fingers. You hadn't missed one in maybe six months until yesterday. It slipped your mind thanks to the late night call in. This morning, you wake up feeling truly awake. As if colors are brighter, the sounds around you are more clear. In truth, you feel great. There's the rub, if you will—the meds have helped you regain your balance, but you always feel like somehow you are dulled.
Question is, do you still really need them? There was a time in your life you didn't. You've been clean for a year. Your life is as good as it has been in 11 years. You love Allison. She loves you. You are taking real steps at making a life with her. She makes you feel less broken, even happy.
You had been happy most of the time with Stacy; it was the most stable five years of your life until the infarction. That, of course, was the start of the great spiral. You had had bad stretches before her, you had always found it hard to let people in, because it never seems to last. But there is a part of you that knows that you can't be happy and be alone.
The problem is, you just aren't very good with people. You're wired so differently than most, evading when they expect directness, being blunt when they expect you to skirt the issue. Everyone loves the golden rule. You do unto others as you'd have done unto you every day and all it does is make people think you're an ass. And fuck 'em anyway. Most people are idiots.
You are happy now with Allison. More so, even. She gets you. She even likes you. As much as you hate being wrong, and you do so very much hate it, you were wrong about Allison not being a good match for you. You thought you'd dominate her, that she would wither with the constant exposure to your unrelenting demeanor. That's why you find yourself chasing after power women. They are a form of external control that compensates for your lack of internal control.
But you were wrong about being with someone like her, someone who is truly nice and considerate, not just nice and considerate for political gain. She does better than control you; she compliments you, balances you. She simply bends with the pressure, which protects her from breaking. She makes you happy and really, what else do you need?
Putting the pill back in the bottle, you screw the lid back on and place it back in the cabinet. Only one way to find out if you are ready to live without a safety net.
Allison has already left for work, her shift starting an hour before yours, that is if you ever started on time, and generally ending an hour or two after depending on the volume of patients. She somehow always manages to sneak out of bed, get ready and never wake you. When you reach the kitchen, you find a note from her.
G,
I hope you remembered that today is a workout day and got up early. I tossed some water and a couple of those breakfast bars in your gym bag this morning after my run. Come by my office when you get in and I'll make you coffee.
Love you,
A
You grab the bag and take it back to the bedroom and toss a change of clothes in, then head out the door to the gym. Won't be nearly as fun today without her.
At 9:30 you roll into work and head straight to the ER to get the coffee promised you by your girlfriend. Not finding her in her office, you rob her pot of a mug full and sit at her desk for a moment to sip it and to snoop, of course.
You are quite sure she's keeping the patient's computer here as well as the super-hacker thumb drive. Milling around her desk drawers you find both. You pull the stick from the USB port and open her work computer. You use your network password to log in, place both the hacker drive and a second blank stick in its USB ports and copy the files over.
You quickly put everything back where you found it and log off. With the main objective completed, you continue to peruse her desk with general curiousity. In the top left drawer, you find a picture frame tucked away face down. Turning it over you're staring back at yourself from a few years back. It's the black and white image the pregnant photographer took of you.
Wow. She's had it all this time.
You have to admit, it is a good picture of you. The patient caught you off guard with your mask lifted as she snapped the shot. Wonder how long this has been in her desk? Wonder if she'll display it soon?
It occurs to you that you don't have a picture of Allison. Now you really want one.
Under that picture you find a second one lying in the drawer, loose with no frame. It's the image your mother gave her of you as a young man—sweaty and shirtless. Wonder if she locks her door after a rough day and touches herself while she looks at this one? God, you hope so. And if she does, you so very much want to watch.
It's a nice thought, but you need to get to work, so you place everything back as you found it, pick up your mug of coffee and head upstairs to your office and your team.
Allison was right. It came as no surprise to you. When she suggested it, it had that feeling, the one you get when you know for sure that yes, this is the answer.
Foreman hangs back in your office after the team delivers the news. He knows now. You can tell by the way he tilts his head back, with that cocky grin, that he feels like he has something on you. It's not a stretch, considering how the case unfolded and the level of involvement from a certain Immunologist that you did little to hide. Even though you didn't tell the team, Foreman is no fool and you've stopped caring if your team knows except for the fact that you haven't figured out how to broach the subject with your boss.
Really, the only person on your team you are sure would use the information to gain leverage on you is Taub. But even he can be reasoned with to some degree. Especially when you use your best sincere face. Or, better yet, when you just leave it to Allison to do the asking so his guilt level increases.
Picking up your grey and red ball, you prop your feet up on your desk and begin tossing it up and catching it. More or less ignoring the man taking a seat in the chair opposite your desk.
"So… you and Cameron?" He begins.
Still looking at your ball as you toss it, you answer. "So… you're losing your touch."
"How long?"
"Almost a month."
"This why she just up and left the team?"
You bounce one hard against the floor and have to reach out far to catch it. "You should ask her about her personal motivations for wanting to deal with the ER. I have no idea why anyone would do that." Bouncing it hard again against the floor, you watch it sail above your head and catch it again.
"I can't believe this!" From the corning of your eye, you can see him sit back and shake his head. "We finally get the team chemistry back to normal and you go and decide to finally stop ignoring Cameron. You do realize this is going to screw with Chase's head? And that will make him start missing things, and that might cost a patient their life. He's just now getting back to normal after Dibala."
"Chase is a big boy." You assure him, as you revert back to tossing up the ball.
"Cameron leaving him fucked him up for a while. He was always worried the two of you were having an affair. And you think he'll just be fine and dandy with it?"
"First off. Cameron is far too moral for her own good, so there was no affair. Not that it is any of your business if I had been taking her over my desk in secret at any point in the last six years. Secondly, Chase has known for three weeks and no one has died. In fact, I think his head has been on more straight than it has been in a while. So if that's all you got, you can go mind your own business now. Oh, and keep your mouth shut about it too. We are enjoying the lack of co-worker opinions about our personal lives and we'd like to keep it that way."
He raises an eyebrow and exhales shaking his head. "So this is serious, then?"
"We're buying a house together. So I think that qualifies."
"And Cuddy?"
"Made her choice a long time ago."
"Does she know?"
Enough of this. You catch the ball, drop your feet from the desk and sit up straight to face Foreman. Half slamming the ball back in its home, you lean forward with your forearms on the desk.
"Boy you are full of questions today! You should use some of that inquizitive nature on our patients and maybe I wouldn't need my girlfriend to continue moonlighting for my team."
"So she doesn't know." He states smugly.
"No. Not yet."
Giving you an incredulous look, he stands. "Well, I hope you both know what you are doing. Otherwise when this blows up…"
Fed up, you give him a harsh glare. "Again, not your business. Now go find us a new patient or do some of my clinic hours. I already have a guy I pay to sit around and give me advice, so you'll have to stick to the job I pay you for."
Days like today, you miss Coma Guy. With your patient recovering, but not released, you are just plain bored. Could always find another person in a coma to watch TV with, but it just wouldn't be the same. It's like you would be cheating or something.
Heading down to the patient's room you observe from beyond the glass wall. The husband finally gets it. He has backed off. He also brought her flowers. She's laughing with him now.
"Hey." A familiar voice calls from beside you. "Looks like he's taken your advice."
Glancing down at your girlfriend, then back at the couple, you reply "Yeah. Looks that way. Slow day in the ER or just can't stay away from the fun work?"
"I wanted to return her computer." She holds up the laptop where you can see it now.
"So Foreman finally figured it out." You let her know, nonchalantly.
"Took 'im long enough." She replies, with little emotion, still watching the couple behind the glass.
"I think I'm going to play hooky the rest of the day. Wanna come with me?"
"Yes. But that isn't going to happen. Some of us actually have to work at work. You should go pack boxes at your place. Your mom and step-dad are staying there this weekend and we've made it more of a wreck. Rebecca is going to stop by Friday after work and we are going to use her SUV to haul the boxes and your exercise equipment over to Wilson's."
"Playing hooky from work to do work seems counter productive." You whine.
"I'll make it worth your while later."
You snort and roll your eyes. "As if you'd withhold sex from me if I didn't."
Smiling slyly back to you, she gives you a taste of eyesex and replies "Yeah, but my level of creativity will be much higher if you are a good boy."
"In other words, be good now and you'll be more bad later." You waggle your eyebrows at her with a goofy grin.
"Yep."
"Okay. You drive a hard bargain; I suppose I could go do my own packing. But don't be mad if I don't declutter the right things."
It's odd to be in your place alone. You've avoided this as much as possible, dropping by to change out clothes and to get things you find yourself needing, never staying longer than it takes to pack a bag.
You had taken the time the first trip back to clear all of your drug stashes, save one. Behind the bathroom mirror are the last two bottles. To get to them, the mirror has to be unscrewed from the wall. It's the safest hiding place you've come up with. No one thinks to look there. But you can't leave them for the next owner to find during a future bathroom renovation.
Going to the closet you pull out your toolbox, open it and grab your cordless power drill, put the Phillips bit on and head to the bathroom to take care of the last piece of your life as an addict.
Five minutes later you are reattaching the mirror. Putting away your drill, you head to the office and start tossing piles into boxes.
By six o'clock you've more or less managed to box away sixty percent of your library and paperwork, clean and rearrange the much more empty room into something like you'd see in a show room. Allison might actually be impressed with you. And you know exactly what you want to do as your reward.
You text her for an ETA and find she's heading to the showers. "My place." Is your reply and then you hit the speed dial for Chinese.
The food beats Allison by a few minutes and you place the bag on the coffee table as you sit at your couch. She walks in just as you are shoveling the first bite in your mouth. A moment later she is sitting beside you, grabbing her egg roll and smoothing it in duck sauce before biting into it unceremoniously. It's cute when she's hungry and eats like she means it. You've never liked it when she eats tiny little bites like she thinks she's fat.
"You've got duck sauce dipping down your chin." You tell her and think about another type of sauce you'd like to drip on her chin. Her tongue darts out to lap it up. God it's hot.
"Get a lot done?" She asks in between the egg roll and her chicken-fried rice.
"Office is done. I figure kitchen should be next. I don't think that will take long. I haven't kept real food here in a year. But I also haven't really cleaned in that long either and who knows what the hell Alvie left for us. If we have time, the hall closet needs to be cleaned out to. I have dad's gun and sword from his Marine uniform in there too. Don't want to leave those lying around while buyers are looking around."
"You have a gun and a sword tucked away in your hall closet?"
"Yeah. Standard issue Beretta M9 45 caliber and his ceremonial dress sword."
"Don't know why I'm surprised. You used to keep that revolver in your desk at work." She shakes her head at you and starts to eat. After swallowing her first bite, she tells you. "I used to go to the range sometimes with my uncle. He was a cop. He thought everyone should know the basics of how to shoot. Brian liked to skeet shoot, I went with him a couple of times before he got too sick. I sucked at it, but I'm decent shooting a stationary target with a handgun or a rifle. Well at least I was when I was a teenager."
You think back to your own teenage experience. Every young man on the base was dragged out to the range by their fathers at some point to learn the basics of gun safety and marksmanship. It was actually one of the not so terrible things you did with him. "Dad made sure I knew how to shoot a handgun and a riffle. Can't say I'm a sharpshooter, but I can hit the target. I've been to the range a couple of times since he left it to me. Just to make sure I remembered how it goes."
"Do you have a gun safe?"
"Nope." You probably should, but you lived alone and you didn't worry much about it being stolen.
"I don't want it in my place without one. If my nephews visit or if Rebecca brings her kids over, I won't have a loose gun, even if it is unloaded, around the kids."
Always the thoughtful one and she's right. Your dad taught you better, you just haven't had a reason to care until now. "We can probably order one online later tonight."
"Sounds good. We should go to a range sometime. If we have it around, I'd also feel better if I am comfortable with how it works." She tells you and you try to imagine her wielding a weapon and it amuses you because the idea of it is so not loving and nurturing Cameron. Then again, maybe it is more Allison.
"That sounds like fun."
The rest of the night was very productive. You finished the kitchen and the closet. Allison, with the help of Rebecca, plans on loading up the boxes tomorrow and taking them by Wilson's for storage then having a girls night out.
You had wanted to get the place up sooner, but with work and your mom coming in, looks like it might get pushed back a few days. No big deal, you guess. Turning out the lights, you look around the old place one more time before you lock the door and head home.
After a nice shower together, you and Allison head to bed and you drag your laptop with you to order the safe. Once you are done, your mind drifts to the idea of more fun things. Ever since she gave you permission, your mind keeps wandering back to the idea of getting to take her backdoor virginity. You think some extra toys are in order.
You pat on the bed, right next to you, inviting her to sit closer to you to surf the sex toy website. "Wanna help me pick out my birthday present to myself?"
"Sure. Sounds fun. Whadda you have in mind?" She asks as she scoots closer. You type in 'double penetration cockring' into the sex toy web page's search bar and are instantly pleased with the results.
"I'm thinking one of these guys would be a nice way to help work our way up to you being able to handle Little Greg knocking on your backdoor."
Reaching her hand over to the track pad, she pushes your hand aside and clicks on a jet black number called the 'Thug.' "What the heck is this?" She says laughing. On the full product page, you both look and the images of a dildo with a channel carved out toward the base which attaches to your dick with a cockring. "This description is fucking hilarious!" She laughs then does her best commercial voiceover "'Thug is a dick dildo attached to a cock ring. Stretch the ring around your cock and balls and it lays out on top of your meat for one hot double penetrator.' I can't believe someone gets paid to write this stuff." She continues giggling and navigates back to the results page.
Guess she's driving now. Not that you mind. It's kind of fun seeing this playful and naughty side of her. "Oh hell yes!" She squeals as she finds another more interesting option clicking on the 'My First Double Penetrator, Lusty Lavender' selection. Fuck yes. Now this is something you want to fuck her with. The page opens and you view the images of a purple cock ring with a nub and vibe on top and a 5.5 inch slender dildo that would situate itself just under your own cock.
No funny description on this one, but who cares. It looks like a perfect first step for anal intercourse. And goddamn, it lets you fuck all of her hot spots at the same time. Your cock is starting to wake up at the thought so you click the 'add to cart' button and flash her a wicked grin as you let your left hand stray to the waistline of her panties. As you slide underneath the cotton fabric, she navigates back to the results screen once more and continues to scroll over the options.
Then she sees something different, the 'Zen Black C Ring W/Vibrating Prostrate Probe.' Flashing you a wicked grin as she opens the page and you open her folds, you both let out a little moan as you look at the black butt plug attached to a double cock ring. "Oh god Greg, listen to this! 'RO-Zen's strong, tight, double ring will support and hold you giving a larger, harder and more prolonged erection whilst its slender discreet shaft sends ripples of blissful vibrations to your bottom, while you reach the ultimate erotic state of pleasure.' We have to get this for you." She says and adds it to the cart.
Oh yes. She might be the most open long term (but non-paid) partner you've ever had. She is as excited to give you anal play as you are to give it and receive it. She doesn't think you are weird for wanting it yourself as much as you want it for her. She wants fun sex as much as she wants serious love-making sex. Not that you've ever dated a prude. A prude wouldn't give a guy like you the time of day. But Allison might have the widest spectrum of any non-prostitute you've been with.
One minute she is making your heart feel like it might explode with feelings you're terrified of, the next she is fucking you like she's on a carnival ride.
Your middle finger lightly traces her slit. She is so fucking wet already, though you've just begun to pet her. You long to strip her, to play with her whole body, but maybe one last purchase before you check out and tie her to the bed. You take control again with your free hand, as she lies back to enjoy your fondling, navigating to the 'Sexy Wear' tab.
Perusing over the options, you quickly decide against school girl. Too much baggage for you there, and she doesn't need help looking more young for you. On the third page of results you see something you know would look incredibly hot on her. A sexy cop outfit, with a black mini-skirt and a top that ties just under the breasts to show off her perfect stomach, topped with a fucking sweet hat.
Oh yes.
She'll be hot as hell in that! She can handcuff you and interrogate you all fucking night long.
Add. To. Cart.
"Mmm, that feels good. Express ship that so we get them on your birthday." She tells you as she moans.
"Here, fill this form out. I'm short a hand and I don't think you want me to stop now."
She takes the computer to her lap and, a couple of minutes later, the transaction is completed. She closes the lid and reaches to place it on the night stand.
"I want to tie you up and lick your whole body." You tell her as you dip a finger inside of her and nibble her ear.
"Mmm. I want you to tie me up and lick my whole body. I love your tongue. I love coming all over it."
You love it too. Her smell, her taste, the feel of her. Removing your hand, you command her. "Get up. Get the restraints and your big cock and bring them to me."
She looks at you and knows you want to play a game of control with her. Your voice is low and commanding, and you can see how her eyes darken at the thought of giving control to you. Standing up, she heads to her dresser and opens the second drawer from the top to collect the items you mentioned. "Oh and Allison, don't forget your beads."
"Yes, sir." She says to you as you swing your legs over the bed and stand up slowly. You grab the covers and yank them off the bed, making a smooth surface for your work. She hands you the items and you toss them on the bed and order her again. "Tie each of the restrains to a corner of the bed frame and make sure the cuffs are on the mattress where I can reach them."
Grabbing the first restraint, she squats at the corner nearest the foot of the bed and ties it. Then works her way around each of the other corners repeating the process before standing beside you again.
"Get naked, then lie on your back in the middle of the bed. Spread your arms and legs to the corners of the mattress."
She takes off her cami and her panties, then hands the latter to you with a devious grin. "We're gonna have to do something about that forward attitude." You say flatly.
"Yes, sir. I forget my place sometimes and need my master to remind me." She says from over her shoulder as she crawls into the bed on all fours, her pussy and ass on display for you as she makes her way to the center of the bed to do as commanded. Once she is in position, you hold the damp material to your nose and breath in the scent of her arousal. You can't wait to taste her.
Tossing them aside and staying clothed in your shirt and boxers, you grab one restraint and place the soft cuff around her right ankle, hitch it, then pull the strap through the adjustment buckle until it feels tight and pulls her leg hard toward the corner. Her right hand is next, then you work your way to the left side and finish spreading her open.
"Do you want to watch or do you want to be blindfolded?" Giving her a choice, you await her answer as you watch her sex twitch and her hips move.
"I'd like to watch, please." She answers after a moments consideration.
"Okay. I don't think we'll need a safe word, but just in case, pick one." You tell her, somewhat out of character, but you want to make sure she stays fully comfortable under your control.
"Pineapple." She decides and you nod.
Time to make her scream.
You crawl between her legs from the foot of the bed and lie with your head at her hips and reach to grab her life-like dildo. Using one hand to spread her folds, you rub the length of the cock against her wet pussy. Then you look up at her and wink as you lick her juices from its length.
"Fuck." is all she can mutter, wide eyed and completely aroused. Damn, you love you can be this kinky with her.
"In due time, Allison. I have other plans first." With that, you kiss her inner thigh and flick out your tongue to suck on the tendon between her vagina and leg. A finger dips itself deep into her wet center and slips in and out as you lick and nibble and tease her.
After you make her moan your name, you look up again. Feeling your pause, she looks down again and watches as you suck your finger clean then take the dildo and push it into her slowly. Her body arches up as you insert its length and you dip your head down and suck her clit into your mouth.
Leaving the cock sheathed inside of her, you suck deeply on her, without thrusting it. That comes later. She needs to beg you hard for that. She's not even close to desperate enough for you to give into fucking her with it. "Allison, use your PC muscles to keep it from falling out. Don't let it fall or I won't let you have penetration tonight."
"Yes, sir." She answers. Then releases a guttural sigh as you suck her again.
A few moments later, you've brought her to the edge. Stopping, you tell her. "I've been remiss in my duties as your master. I promised to lick your whole body and I've been giving one part of you all the attention."
"God, so close. Please, Master! Please, finish me!" She pleads with you in vain as you start licking your way up her stomach, taking a few moments to lick and blow on her navel before traveling up farther to rosy flesh of her hardened nipples.
Her breathing hitches as you suck the first of her swollen peaks. Her body is writhing now, arms and legs pulling at the restraints, hips undulating below you, trying to find some part of you to provide friction. Her whole being begs you and you tease.
You milk her breast until she screams and pants, then turn to its twin and give it the same treatment as you fingers twist the one your mouth just left, causing her to arch up again. A light sheen of sweat has begun to coat her naked flesh as you finally leave her breasts to find her neck and suck her pulse point, for the first time not caring if you mark her. You'll enjoy teasing her about it at work tomorrow, so you make sure that you leave a clear a bright red oval for all to see.
"Damn it, Greg!" She protests, but doesn't use the safe word. She wants you to stake your claim too.
"That's Master Gregory to you." You whisper in her ear, then nibble it.
Holding yourself above her, you look into her eyes and get a wild and desperate look in return. Holding your lips just above her reach, you let her try to raise her head to kiss you but don't yield your position enough to allow her the satisfaction.
Pleased with yourself, you get up from the bed and disrobe. Grabbing your cock, you spread the pre-come weeping from it over the tip and start stroking it as you look down on Allison tied up spread eagle on your bed. She watches you for a moment before she can't take it and looks up to the ceiling before shutting her eyes and thrusting her hips. "I'm going to lose our friend soon, Master. Please, let me release him. I want you to penetrate me, but I can't hold out much longer."
You climb back on the bed on your knees and sit back on your calves beside her and reach with your right hand to take the dildo by its balls. Pulling it out slowly, you can feel her grip on it. You thrust it back in quickly and push it hard and fully in her causing her to cry out, and then you fuck her with it fast and hard, slamming it into her over and over, faster and harder than you could do with your own. She's humming, moaning and panting as you give it to her and your left hand reaches over and rubs her clit up and down fast and light. She's practically convulsing now and you stop again.
"FUUUUUUCK!" She screams at you as she tosses her head back against the bed, hot and frustrated.
"I don't want you to come yet, Allison. I want to be inside you when you spray." You tell her as you reach down and find the lonely beads lying near the foot of the bed. Tossing the fake cock to the side, you use the beads on her pussy first, in order to lubricate them fully. She is so fucking wet that the bed sheets beneath her are becoming drenched.
Turning toward the foot of the bed, you release each of her ankles, kissing them as you do. Then you grab two pillows and ask her to lift her ass so you can prop it up to a higher angle. Once in place, she lays before you with her knees bent, legs wide open and bottom propped.
"I need you to relax your anus for me." You inform her. Inserting them slowly, smallest to largest, elicits more moans of pleasure from the gorgeous woman in your bed. Once in place, you return to her clit and kiss it, before flicking the tip of your tongue side to side.
A high pitched screech comes from her at the contact of your tongue. Time to fuck her.
Positioning yourself at her entrance, you fill her swollen and throbbing sex slowly. Damn, it feels so amazing for her to incase you inch by inch. Pulling her legs up, you put her ankles around your neck and start pounding into her. She screams again. "God YES! Fuck me baby. Fuck me hard."
You give into her now, fucking her hard and deep at the angle you know will hit her g-spot and make her ejactulate. The real screaming starts then. This always sends her completely out of control and she cries out your name and curses and sings out long sustained moans. Your body slaps loudly against hers. It's a symphony of sex sound that drives you closer and closer to the edge. Her muscles clamp down on you as she comes in buckets, all wet and messy and beautiful. You follow after her a few seconds later and push yourself in all the way to enjoy the dance of your sexes as they come down from the apex of your love making.
Withdrawing from her, your fingers find her clit one more time and furiously work her to a second climax. As she nears her second peak, you slowly pull out the beads and watch her spill over. She cries out more and pants again and it is so fucking beautiful!
You pull the pillows out from under her and reach up to release her arms kissing her deeply before opening each restraint. Everything feels electric right now, like you've awakened and are really alive for the first time in years. She puts her hands in your hair and you kiss her more. You have to tell her, need to tell her. You aren't afraid anymore.
Pulling back, you smile and look down into her eyes. As always, you see the deep love for you there, so you tell her, like it is the most natural thing it the world. "I love you." Then kiss her again.
Friday is an easy day at work. You did your clinic hours without complaint, despite Cuddy not even being there. Maybe even because if it. It's more fun to play hooky when hiding is a challenge. Besides, there is the rare occasion the clinic offers up an interesting case. However, you're no masochist, so you only give it the morning.
You've sent your team off to assist other departments and to hopefully find a case worthy of you. Feeling friskier today than of late, you visit the various doctors lounges and raid each fridge looking for lunch. Finding a delicious looking club sandwich, you grab it and head back to your office to watch Prescription Passions.
After lunch, you find yourself with an itch to see your girlfriend and to find out what method she picked to hide the bright red hickey you so lovingly bestowed her with the night before. She never wears a turtleneck with scrubs and, for the same reason, scarves are out. So your bet is on makeup. She doesn't normally wear that in scrubs either, but it is the least suspicious looking coverup, if done well.
Wandering into the ward of the ER, you spot her setting a broken arm of a little boy, maybe 7 or 8 years old. On the opposite side of the the bed a worried looking man in mid thirties stands watching, a hand rubbing his neck. That's the look of a husband that doesn't want to have to face his wife. Or maybe ex wife, you think as you look down to his ring finger, finding it ring free. It's Friday, the kid should be in school. Maybe dad took the boy out to play hooky and this means he's caught.
"See, that wasn't so bad and you'll get to wear a cool cast and have all your friends sign it." She tells the boy and strokes his hair gently as he looks down as his arm, still a little high from the anesthesia. Looking up to the father she tells him "I'll send a nurse over in a few minutes and and they will instruct you on your next steps and set you up with orthopedics for the cast."
"Okay. Any advice on breaking the news to his mother?" He asks and, if you aren't mistaken, he's looking at her a bit flirty. You don't like that one bit.
"Little boy's break arms every day." She says. But she knows that's not really what he means.
You turn and walk a few steps to the nurses station and grab two suckers. Ripping the wrapper off the first, a red one, you pop it in your mouth, turn back and head toward the bed. "Here, kid." You say as you hand him an orange sucker. "Stick that one in your pocket and you can score a second from the nurses later." The boy smiles and tucks it into his jeans pocket with his good hand.
"Man, you are so screwed." You snort at the man, still sucking away at your own lollipop.
"Yeah, I wasn't supposed to have him until after school, but I had an extra day off so I called into the school with a family emergency and picked him up to go play in the park. It has one of those old school metal merry-go-rounds, you know, like they had when we were kids, before everything became this plastic crap they have now. He slipped jumping on. In the grand scheme of things, no big deal. In the scheme of ex wives looking for reasons to pull your visitation, not good."
"So lie." You tell him. "Can't be the first time. She is your ex, afterall."
"House!" Allison pipes in. "If he lies, his son also has to lie."
You roll your eyes at her. "He's going to have to learn to lie to his parents at some point. This seems like a good warm up." That comment earns you a glare.
"Or his dad can grow a set and just fess up, because it really isn't that big of a deal. It's one day of school and a broken bone." She suggests, for him, but directing it to you.
"I wish my ex wife was more like you. Maybe she wouldn't be my ex wife." He says with a smile and a twinkle in his eye.
"Watch it, buddy." You glare at him. "That mark on her neck, that she's only been moderately successful at hiding with foundation, says she's taken."
Five minutes later she has dragged you to her office, pissed. Oh yeah, you were an ass, but fuck, she's hot when she's pissed. She closes the door behind you and turns "What the fuck was that caveman display abou..." You push her against the door smothering her words with your tongue.
Reaching down, you turn the lock on the handle and, leg be damned, hoist her up by her ass and wrap her legs around your middle. She bites your lower lip, pissed you have this control over her, but just as eager as you are for a good old fashioned grudge fuck against the door.
Goddamn, you've never wished for her to be in a dress more than in this moment, your hard prick pressing into her through your jeans and her pants as you grind into her, one hand still on her ass, the other on your cane for support. She's too strong to fall, thankfully. You just have to be able to manage the added weight. The door helps.
"Fucking pants!" You mutter as you break from sucking her lower lip and press your forehead against hers. Letting her down you step back and give her some room, when she surprises you by grabbing your lapels and forcefully swings you around to press your back against the door. You almost fall, thanks you your damned leg, but she is fast in pressing your back to the hard surface and it steadies you.
Dropping to her knees, she quickly unfastens your pants to find your little surprise. You've elected to go commando today. "Fuck yes." She hisses before taking you, all of you.
Dropping your cane, you right hand finds her hair and you pull the tie out of it and grab a handful of her silky strands. Your left arm raises to your mouth and you bite down hard on the cuff sticking out from the sleeve of your jacket, to prevent yourself from crying out. Her mouth is way too hot, her tongue is far too talented, her throat is much too open and you come far too quickly. Your head knocks loudly against the door, as the room goes white for a moment and you spill yourself inside of her.
"Jesus, Allison!" You pant as she slowly pulls away from you.
"Don't think you're forgiven for that little inappropriate display." She looks up, then licks you once more for good measure. "You can do that all you want in front of the staff, because they know you and don't think twice about your crude actions, but I won't tolerate it with patients."
"He was flirting with you and you're mine." You look down and tell her, as your hand loosens from her hair and tucks it behind an ear.
"And his flirting isn't going to change that." She says as she stands. And starts looking around for the ponytail band you tossed aside.
"What are you doing?" You ask.
"Looking for the ponytail holder. Where the fuck did you throw it?"
"That's not what I mean. I mean we're not done. It's your turn."
"Greg, I have to work. We are busy today. I don't have time for anymore of a fuck break."
"That might be the saddest thing I've ever heard." You say looking forlorn. Then you remember about the pictures. "Do you touch yourself when you look at the pictures of me you have hidden in your desk?" You ask, hoping to seduce her to stay and play just a little while longer.
"Why am I not surprised that you've gone through my desk?" She sighs as she finds the band and pulls her hair back.
You close back in on her, limp more pronounced without your cane. "Answer. The. Question. Dr. Cameron. Do you fuck yourself while you look at those pictures?"
She looks up to you and you see she's lost. You know she has to be horny as hell after what you just did. The only thing in your way is that damned moral compass, but you've always been like a magnet where it is concerned, fucking up its sense of direction with a heated look.
"Yes. I have." She admits softly, licking her lips subconsciously.
"I want you to show me." You limp past her to sit in the seat across from her desk. Your pants still wide open, your half soft dick still hanging from the opening. Today it feels 18 again. You know you'll get hard once more with little effort, and it'd be a pity to waste that at your age, even if it hurts later.
She moves around to sit opposite from you, opens the drawer, pulls out the framed image first and sits it on the desk facing her. Then she takes out the loose image, propping it against the front of the frame, so both images of you face her.
Her breathing is shallow now as she looks at the pictures, back up to your eyes, then back to the pictures once more. She lets a hand travel down to her center and rubs against it through her scrubs, letting out a little soft moan as she does. Moving her hand back up her body, she loosens the tie at the waist, then slips inside her pants and tosses her head back as she strokes herself skin on skin. A moment later she looks back to the images. Staring at them with the same look she gives you when you make love to her.
Your dick begins to awaken again. Reaching down, you urge it on with your own hand as you watch Allison's face, while she demonstrates how she gives herself a midday rubdown. She's so close, you can tell. "Come for me baby." You encourage her with endearments you reserve for sex. "Look at me while you come."
She looks up as the wave washes over her, and she bites her lip to keep quiet. She's not even naked and the sight is turning you on to no end.
"Now take off your clothes." You order her. Standing up, she compiles quickly and completely and is now standing across from the desk blissfully naked. "Come over here and sit on the desk in front of me. I want to taste how you came for me."
Walking around the desk, she stops in front of you and you take a moment to kiss and lick her navel. The knuckles of your free hand graze up the inside of her thigh and you can feel where the wetness has dripped down her. Plunging a finger inside her, causes her to bury her mouth in the crook of her elbow, to prevent an outburst. She's quite literally dripping all over your fist as your middle finger fucks her and your tongue dances around her very sensitive navel. Pulling away from her you look up to her as you suck your finger clean.
"Goddamn, Allison. I love the way you taste. I think I'm addicted to eating your pussy. Sit on the desk."
Obeying, she sits back and spreads herself wide open for you. Licking your chops, you scoot the chair forward and lean in to lick the length of her sex, greedily sucking her come from her, reveling in the slick silky texture of it on your tongue and savoring its flavor as you rub it against the roof of your mouth. A hand is in your hair grabbing and pulling. Another pounds against the desk to demonstrate her frustration at having to remain quiet as you suck and lick her.
It doesn't take long for her to come again and her juices drip down your chin as she does, but you are still not sated. You want more of her. Standing, you dip your head down and kiss her. Loving how much she loves tasting herself on you. Then you plunge your cock into her and fuck her hard and fast. She forgets herself for a moment and starts to scream, but you cover her mouth quickly with your hand.
"Shhhh. I know you fucking love my cock. But remember that you are at work and need to remain professional while in the ear shot of the patients." You tease her her as you pound into her hot channel relentlessly. You want to fuck her raw, to make her walk the rest of the day like she's been fucked hard. You leg screams at you, but not as loudly as the wet slapping sound your cock is making with Allison's hot wet pussy. That is music to your ears. The way your balls smack against her ass, the little stifled grunts and moans against your hand. You aren't even close to coming this time around. You want to make her gush, but cleanup in the office is going to be an issue.
"Please tell me you have a towel or something I can put down. I am not even halfway done making you come and it is going to get messy."
"In my locker." She answers heavily panting. Fuck. That isn't going to work.
"You keep a spare set of scrubs in here?" You ask hopefully.
"Yes. I do have that."
Bingo.
Withdrawing from her you tell her "Pick up your worn scrubs. Put the shirt under your ass and the pants under us on the floor. If you spray me, and I hope to Christ you do, it will make the clean up easier."
She does as you command and you strip completely as well now. She is back on her desk in no time and back to getting the pounding of her life. Her legs are wrapped around your ass as you slam in over and over. You lean your weight to your arms and off your legs and it eases the pain. Biting into your shoulder helps her stifle her screams, but you are going to have a serious bruise from it when you are done.
Her fingernails are in your back now. It's a sweet torture, feeling them mark you in ten lines down the length of your back until she reaches your butt and grabs it with both hands.
You've become drenched in sweat and you both will need to hit the showers after this. No idea how you'll come out of her office not looking completely fucked. Who cares when she feels this good.
A tremor starts working it's way through her body and in a few more seconds she is coming all over you. You bit into her shoulder a moment later as her pulsating pussy finally pushes you over the edge.
Having a friend and ER nurse in the know may have just saved both your jobs. Knowing how completely shattered you look, Allison texts Rebecca and they come up with a plan. She discreetly brings in the supplies used to give patients sponge bathes so you can at least look presentable on the way to the showers.
Fuck it. You might just go straight to your bike and go home. You have Nolan this evening anyway, and chances are you won't have a new case now until after the weekend. Yeah, home sounds good.
After cleanup. You pull Allison to you for one more kiss and whisper in her ear the words you had been struggling with for so long, which now seem so easy. "I do love you. I know I can be a jerk, but I am your jerk."
"I love you too, Greg. But this can't keep happening during work."
You nod in agreement, knowing damn well it will happen again. When you need her, she can't say no to you. Honestly, you can't say no to her now either. It's comforting and disturbing and something to talk about with Nolan later this evening.