I never mentioned the season in which this story is set, so just pretend it's the middle of summer.

CHAPTER EIGHT

"Get dressed, House," she hollers from the bedroom as she grabs a skirt and a fresh top and dresses quickly.

"Why?"

"Because we are going out," she says as she walks back into the living room. "And because it's time for my reward."

"Oh, real…hmm, short skirt," he says as he zips his jeans and slips his t-shirt over his head. "Where are we going?"

She grabs the hotel keys and her purse, slipping on her heels and walks to the door. "You'll see."

"Wait! I thought your reward was a sexual one?"

"Oh," she says as she opens the door and stands impatiently waiting for him to come to her. "I never said that, now did I?"

"Hmm, no." House walks to the door and presses his hand at the hem of her skirt and pushes his hand up underneath the material. His eyes shoot open and he gives her a half-grin. "Cam, I think you forgot something," he winks at her.

"No, I didn't."

They walk out into the hall and head for the elevators. Are we going to a tittie bar?"

"Eckk, no."

"Damnit."

A few minutes later, they are walking on the boardwalk towards the pier between the Taj and Showboat. People are wearing everything between formal wear to shorts; the lights from the casinos and the sounds of the ocean crashing to shore can be very romantic – if your partner is a romantic.

"Cameron…" House slows his pace and trails behind her until she finally turns around.

"Come on."

"I'm not getting on that bungee jumping contraption!"

"You're right. Now let's go."

"No."

She takes a few steps back to him and looks at him angrily. "You agreed the winner could get whatever they wanted and NO ARGUING."

"That's when I thought I was going to win."

"House? You know I'm not wearing any panties. If you want to get anymore of me you have to do what I say," she says as she turns and walks away, swaying her hips more than she has to but just to taunt him.

"Damnit!"

He reluctantly follows her just a few feet behind, not so much to follow her, but to keep his eyes on her ass. He groans under her breath when she walks up to the ferris wheel.

"Oh, no, no, no. Absolutely not!"

"Ok, fine. Remember those words, House!" she says as the operator opens the door for her to get in the two-person car.

"Damnit!" he curses again and follows her, grunting as he gets in the car and puts the cane on the floor.

"See! You didn't die, did you?"

"No, but I'm not going to enjoy this," he grumbled.

"Oh, shut up and stop complaining, will you?"

The giant wheel starts to move to fill in the next car, and again, until it is full and begins its ascent around its arm. It goes around a few times, the whole time Cameron is oohing and aahing over the view from the height. House is mildly assumed, and very bored.

Cameron is sitting on his right, so he gets daring and slips his hand on her thigh and slowly moves it up.

"House, are you getting fresh with me?"

"Hmm-hmm."

She spreads her legs slightly and puts her hands on the back of the railing while pushing her ass out. His huge palm caresses her inner thigh and his fingers are kneading her hot flesh.

"House…we're almost at the bottom," she warns.

"So?" He turns a little to block the view from the operator but keeps his hands on her thigh.

"Knock it aaaawf…"

House had just run his finger between the folds of her clitoris, forcing her to take in a breath while she grips the railing. She eyes him evily and warns him not to do it again.

"Cameron? Then why is my hand still on your…" House flicks her clit rapidly then stops. "…pussy?"

She groans in the back of her throat as the wheel continues to rise again. "Because there are still kids around and…"

He starts to massage her clit again and forces her to close her eyes.

"That's it…keep them closed."

He works her clit over until he feels moisture at his fingertips and puts his forefinger and middle finger on both sides of her clit and moves them back and forth in opposite directions.

"House…ooohhh…I liiiike…hmm."

She tries to open her eyes but he chastises her. Her clit explodes sending her hips rocking with the car. He keeps pressure on her clit and rubs it back and forth, starting off slowly and increasing the speed.

"No…no, don't make me…oohhh, shiiit," she grumbles.

"Scream for me, Cameron. Scream my name when I make you come," he whispers lustily into her ear.

"No…no…not heeeere…"

"Yes," he says as he slips his forefinger and middle finger in her pussy and massages her clit with his thumb. "Say my name, Cameron."

She can't help but throw her head back and tightens her grip on the railing as her orgasm starts to build within her, moaning and breathing heavily as he starts to pump his fingers faster. House can barely contain his hard, swollen dick pressing against his jeans so he cups his dick to offer what little relief he can.

"Howwwsss," she mumbles, barely above a whisper.

"No, louder," he says as he pulls his fingers out a little.

"House," she groans, a little louder but still not good enough for him.

He plunges his fingers back inside her and flicks in search of her g-spot. She starts to whine and he knows he's where he supposed to be.

"Say my name, Cameron. You can't do it – I know you can."

He flicks his finger faster and harder against her g-spot and her whines become louder and more savage.

"House…HOWssss…HOUSE!" she screams as her body shakes and shimmies against his hand.

He leans in and kisses her, their tongues searching in a fevered panic, as if they'd never feel the others' lips again.

He pulls free and whispers, "Once more, please. For me."

He continues to massage her g-spot and clit, alternating them, and she bursts out in a scream that could have been heard all the way in England. House kisses her neck and rubs her arm as she comes, her face buried in his neck as she tries to regain her breathing.

"Oh, House…Je…"

Suddenly the car comes to a screeching halt and House leans up and looks around. The cars before them and behind them are swinging back and forth, as is their car. But the view is completely blocked from seeing inside their car because they are at the very top of the wheel.

"House, what's going on?" Cameron asks as she sits up and looks around as well.

House kicks his hips up, unbuttons his jeans and slips them down to his hips, exposing his erect penis that springs free from its prison.

"Cameron, come here," he says and he pats his thigh.

"What? No, not he…oh, damn!" she says as she sees his Eiffel Tower. "What…if we get caught?"

"We won't if you don't shut up and sit down on me!"

Cameron stands, holds onto the railing as House reaches out for her hips and glides her down onto his dick. They both moan under their throats: he for her hot, moist juices surrounding his dick and her for him pressing against every nerve in her pussy.

She grips the railing and starts to ride him, his hands pumping her up and down. He reaches his hand in front of her and finds her clits, massaging it again as she grinds her hips against his. She leans forward and drives her pussy into him, harder and faster until they are both breathing heavily.

"House…doan…don't stawwwpp…"

She tightens her PC muscles around his dick and continues to pump into him. He takes his hand away and pulls her to him, wraps his arms around her waist. He buries his face in her hair.

"Ooohhh, gaawwd…" He moans.

Cameron pumps his dick harder and faster for several minutes, alternating between fast and slow. The car has been swaying from the rhythm of their thrusts as their moans grow louder.

She feels him pulsate inside her but she doesn't let go of his dick with her muscles.

"Ohh, I'm commming…yessss…"

Suddenly she lets out a scream and he screams into her hair as they both come together. As their orgasm begins to settle, she leans back, his dick still insider her, and he holds onto her tightly.

"Fuck…damn, girl," House says breathlessly.

The car jerks wildly then starts to move forward again.

"Shit!" Cameron says as she stands, amongst groans from House from the sudden loss of her warmth and pulls her skirt down. "House! Hurry up!"

She grabs his pants and pulls them up so he can slide them up then he zips back up. She hands him his cane just as the car stops and the operator opens the door. Cameron can't look at him but turns to help House down from the car.

The operator notices the redness of House's chest, also noticing Cameron's flushed cheeks and awkward gait.

"Hope you two enjoyed the ride!" the man sniggers as they walk away.