This nice, long chapter is for all of you that I've neglected and given two teaser of a chapter to. I hope you all like this:o)

CHAPTER SEVEN – Part 4

Cameron stands up, looks into House's eyes seductively, pushes the hem of her blouse up with her thumbs just enough to tease him, and she succeeds. His pants instantly grow tight in the crotch, and does not go unnoticed by her, as he is sitting with his knees separated, his elbows on his knees with his chin in the hands. His eyebrows are raised and his eyes wide so as not to miss a thing.

Both of their hearts are pounding inside their chests, but neither is nervous. On the contrary, they are now extremely turned on and wonder just how far the game of strip poker will go before one attacks the other. More importantly, the question is which one will be the first to be completely naked. Of course, House is not concerned.

She slips her thumbs under the seam of her undies, sways her hips slightly and slowly pushes them down her thighs, knees, to her ankles and she steps out of them, keeping her eyes on him the entire time.

He is watching her actions and hips intensely: the curve of her waist; the shape of her hips; the whiteness of her flesh. Remembering the feel and taste of her skin, his face grows from excited anticipation to disappointment, as her blouse falls just at her upper thighs, hiding the garden in which House is dying to catch a glimpse of.

"Turn around," House orders.

She grins wickedly and does as she's asked and turns around slowly. When her back is facing him, she takes her middle fingers and flips the back of the blouse up to flash her assets.

"Niiii-ssss!" House mutters as Cameron turns back around, sits down and gathers the cards. House downs two Vicodin for the events about to come – figuratively and literally speaking.

"Okay, this apparently is the last hand. How can we make this interesting?" Cameron asks as she shuffles the cards.

"You come over here and let me shuffle your deck," House says. His voice is now husky and sexily deep.

"Nope, not until I win this hand and watch you drop those pants," Cameron retorts unshaken.

"Ha! I know you so fantasize me doing that, but I can assure you it will not be me!"

Cameron narrows her eyes at House as she deals out the cards. "This is a real game. 5-card…nothing wild."

"The loser has to stand out on the balcony for five minutes after they've taken their clothes off – alone – and…hmm, hands tied behind their back."

"What? No! The sun hasn't even gone down yet and there are still people walking around out there!"

"Cameron! We're on the 12th floor. No one will see you," House challenges.

"Oh! Are you saying it's me that's going to be out there?"

"Of course."

"Ha! Fine! Then my rule is this is for your pants and your briefs!

"Who said I was wearing any?"

Cameron's eyebrow rises and asks, "How many do you want?"

House picks up his cards and tries to hide his trepidation at the cards in his hands, or lack thereof. "Give me two."

She throws out two new cards and picks her own five up. "Okay, I'll take three."

"Three? Three?? Oh, you are sooo out there!" House sniggers.

"Whatever. On the count of three, we each lay out a card."

"One…two…thr…" House chants. House lays down an ace while Cameron lays down a king. "Okay…it's not too bad yet. One…two…three…"

House lays out a queen while Cameron lays out another king. He frowns, lines on his forehead creasing ever so deeply.

"Scared, House?"

"Certainly not!"

"Whatever."

"I'm really starting to hate that word," House complains.

"My, my, House. I do believe you are starting to sweat. One…two…three…"

House lays out a king and Cameron lays out a three.

"Cameron, you may as well take off the blouse now!"

"The game isn't over yet, House."

"One…two…three…" House says; his voice now nervous.

House snaps a jack on the table, but Cameron holds off displaying hers. He looks up at her with just his eyes; his face still facing the table. The confidence – or cockiness – intensifies his blue eyes, which sends chills through her.

"Show 'em."

Cameron returns his glare, pushed her chest out and unbuttons two buttons of her blouse. House raises his chin for a better peak, his eyes wide and just his left eyebrow is raised. She bends over, presses her chest against the table which shows off her deep cleavage.

"Would I scare you if I show another king?" she says. Her voice is sultry.

House clears his throat, trying to force his increasingly growing dick to not explode against the zipper of the jeans.

"You don't have it," he says.

"You don't know if I do or if I don't."

"Oh, you have it! But do you have the king?"

She looks at him coyly, unbuttons another button and lays out a king.

"Oh, fuck. Okay, okay," House says, his thoughts reeling at her trip kings. He takes his forefinger and stretches the collar of the t-shirt.

"You suck at bluffing, dude," she says playfully. "You may as well take 'em off, House. I've got you beat."

"There's still one more card. I could have a 10."

"Key word being could. Do you want to surrender now?" she asks.

"Hell, no."

"Fine. One…two…three…"

House lays out a ten – showing off the straight he has.

"Ah, you did have it. But I could still have a boat. But, my, oh my. Has it gotten hot in here?" she asks as she separates the blouse at the bottom hem and turns around.

The blouse over her shoulder blades tighten as she brings her arms up and unbuttons the remaining buttons. She brings her hands up to her shoulders and pulls them down over her shoulders. The material falls past her shoulder blades to her waist. She turns her head and sees House in the corner of her eye.

He is staring at her fixed on her thighs and dying to see the blouse fall to the floor and give herself to him. He grabs his dick and rearranges it from swelling that has started to cause him severe pain, begging for release from its captive.

She turns her head back and the material falls from her waist to the top of her cheeks. She takes a deep breath, closes her eyes and drops it past her thighs as the cuffs slip from her wrists and falls at her feet.

Her heart is thumping hard in her chest and she finds it difficult to breath. She hears a creak from the couch and dares not move. She hears the zipper of his jeans and the clanging of the metal in the belt as the pants fall to the floor.

Her knees start to shake at the anticipation of feeling his hands on her. Her hands clench in sexual tension at her sides; her shoulders are taunt and tense; her pulse quickens; her stomach tingles with excitement.

She feels his presence behind her and inhales deeply through her nose. As House towers over her, he bends down so his lips are just inches from her skin, his hot breath cascading down her neck and shoulder. She shivers and goose bumps erupt on her skin.

"Howssss, you're supposed to be on the balcony."

"Maybe, but we're here now," he says then nibbles at her neck again.

She tilts her head to the right to allow him to do whatever it is he feels he wants to do, her eyes still closed. Her breath increases and she gasps as his lips flick her neck, nibbling, tasting, exploring. His tongue caresses a spot on her neck just below her ear – taking slow, long circles until her knees unlock. She catches herself in time, but House also grabs her waist and pulls her up.

He steps closer and presses his now enormous erection against her ass as his arms surround her. She leans her head back against his collarbone and leans back into him. His huge palms and long, slender fingers softly kneads her stomach; his thumbs just under her breasts.

House puts his right leg on the coffee table to lessen the pressure on his thigh and puts all of his weight on his left leg. He rubs his stubbled chin against her neck and shoulder blade while his right hand cups her right breast and his left hand slides down to her crotch. She moans and the vibration against his chest makes his dick pulsate against her, making her moan once again.

"Spread your legs," he tells her, and she does.

His finger presses against her wet, swollen clit and she pushes her back into him but not wanting him to stop. The pad of his finger circles her clit and the sounds of her juices reaches their ears.

He kisses her neck as she bucks against him, bringing her chin to her chest. He moves just his chin from one side of her neck to the other, lingering longer on the back of her neck. He takes his hand from her breast and raises his arm around her neck but adding no pressure whatsoever; it is just a way from him to hold her for what he has in mind next.

He increases the spin of his finger on her clit when she lets escape a loud, hungry, lustful whine.

"That's it, Cameron…give it to me."

She throws her head back on his collarbone again and melds into him, no longer able to hold herself up on her weakened knees. He slides his finger easily up between the folds of her clit then to each side, teasing her slowly. Then he starts to flick her clit faster and harder.

"Howwwsss…oh…I'm…don' st…"

Suddenly her clit throbs and she reaches her left hand up around his neck as she comes against him. He reaches down and rubs his palm over her pussy and feels her juices flow out of her. He teases her a little when he puts his finger insider her, and she moans as her orgasm peaks then begins to subside.

Cameron's hand falls to her side and House puts his arm around her, pressing his body against her as he slowly brings his leg down off the coffee table and groans as a spasm shoots through his thigh. She abruptly turns around and looks at him with concern.

"House," she says; her breath still heavy. "Sit, please."

He doesn't argue with her but turns and sits down on the couch, grabs a pillow and places it in his lap. Cameron grins.

"Do you need another pill?"

He shakes his head as he puts his head on the back cushion. She presses her hip against his, her shoulder at his and starts to massage his thigh. He closes his eyes and concentrates on the muscle loosening up.

"I love it when you make me come like that, House," Cameron says as she lets her hair fall onto his right arm.

He grins but doesn't open his eyes. "I wish I could…" His grin disappears and his face contorts.

"What, House? Tell me, please?" she pleads in a soft, caring voice.

He opens his eyes and looks at her, just a bit of shame in his eyes. "I wish I could give you more," he finally says; his voice barely audible.

Cameron's heart breaks at that moment. She turns her body to face him, takes his face in her hands and makes him look into her eyes.

"House – you have given me more than you can ever imagine."

The twinkle returns to his eyes and his eyes move to her chest.

"But you are still a jerk," she adds with a smile.

She reaches down and takes the pillow from his grip and throws the pillow to the floor.

"Hey!"

She doesn't say a word but scoots down off the couch, stands at his knees and spreads them. She gets on her knees and runs her hands up his thighs slowly, keeping her eyes on his. She pushes herself up and brings her lips to his dick, closes her eyes and takes his half-wood into her mouth.

"Ohhh, fuck…" he moans.

She works on him for several minutes, working his dick into a full hard on; her pussy alive again. She lets her teeth run under his shaft with her upper lip brushing the top of it. Her tongue flicks his dick slowly, and moans when she tastes his pre-cum in the back of her throat.

She pushes herself up, closes his legs and straddles him. She grinds her pussy against his dick but doesn't sit on him right away. She slides up and down a few times, their lips pressed in a feverish hunger they both feel, and need. His tongue searches for hers and they clash in a fierce battle of wills.

Cameron finally lowers herself on top of him and his dick slips easily inside her pussy. She puts her hands on his shoulders and throws her head back while his hands caress and grabble at her breasts, pinching her erect nipples between his fingers.

She plants her feet against the cushion and starts to ride him slowly, reveling in feeling his head press against her walls. They both begin to moan their pleasure as she increases her speed. She takes his hands from her breasts, clasps them together and pushes them against the back cushion. She undulates and bucks and grinds into him hungrily.

"Tighten your…fuuu…hmm…around my…yezzzz"

She tightens her PC muscles around his dick and doesn't let go as she continues to ride him harder and faster. He bucks his own hips and greets her thrusts down on him, sending an echo of their flesh smacking against the other.

House has his eyes opened now and glaring deeply into her face, watching it as her mouth drops in a silent cry of passion.

"Ohhh…I'm al…mossstt…"

"Keep your grip on me when you…hmm, come, Cameron…don't let go when you co…"

Just then, her orgasm explodes from her and she cries out, her muscles tightening more as she sits on him as it peaks from deep inside her.

"Come for me, House! God…now!"

She does the keigel exercise on his dick that sends him into his own orgasm. He cries out; his voice deep and throaty and as lustily as her own she let escape. He shot his load inside her and she never lets go. His legs shake and shiver, his eyes are closed and his face contorted in the heaviest come-face she'd ever seen on him.

She leans in and presses her breasts against his chest, their heart beats pounding against the other as their orgasms slowly slow, regretfully for the both of them. She kisses his neck lovingly as he kisses her neck.

They sit like that for several minutes until she sits up and announces she has to go the bathroom.

"See, you give me more than you know, Greg," she says with a smile, and he smiles back.

As the bathroom door closes behind Cameron, House leans up to the coffee table, downs two Vicodin and looks at the overturned card that Cameron hadn't shown him. He picks up the card and turns it over.

It was a king. He snickers, feeling completely sated and not the least bit concerned that he had indeed lost. Cameron walks back into the living room and sits down next to him.

"You did have a boat," he says matter of fact.

"Yes, I did. I love having full houses," she says then winks. "And don't think I've forgotten you still owe me one."

"Hey! I gave you what you wanted – twice!"

She shakes her head, stands and walks towards the bedroom. "I'm just getting started, House."