Chapter 3
"Bloody diarrhoea …" House wrote.
"Could be caused by bacteria …"
"What kind?" House turned to look at Cameron.
"Well, E. coli is a plausible explanation, isn't it House?" she asked, toying with the top button of her blouse as she spoke.
"Yes, it is …and what does that lead to?" House forced himself to focus on the discussion as one by one Cameron unfastened the tiny pearl buttons.
Cameron shared his struggle.
For three long, and sexually frustrating years, she had indulged her fantasies of seducing House while he lectured at the whiteboard. She imagined herself kneeling in front of him with his glorious cock in her mouth as he tried to speak or tantalizing him with a striptease that only he could see.
The thought alone set her thighs on fire.
What does that lead to … mind-blowing sex …
"The bacteria could produce toxins that might cause kidney failure …" she answered thoughtfully.
House watched her blouse settle around her hips. Her breasts were cupped by a sheer white bra, her rosy nipples begging for freedom from the restricting fabric.
House groaned and quickly reached for the waistband of his pants, unbuttoning them and lowering his fly to give some relief to his straining arousal.
Cameron gasped.
It was the sexiest damn thing she had ever seen.
House standing there, his chest bare, his jeans undone, riding precariously on his slender hips, his boxer-clad erection bulging through the vee of his undone zipper.
Oh God … fuck me now House …
"That's one possibility. What else?"
I gonna come, I swear … she's reaching for the clasp of her bra …
"Lymphoma could cause the bleeding and kidney failure …" Cameron kicked off her heels and dropped her bra on the floor.
"No signs of lymphoma … remember we checked?"
Please let me suck on those nipples … she's pulling her skirt off over her head …
Oh my God … she isn't wearing panties …
"Oh fuck Cameron … " House said, dropping the marker as he rushed to her.
"Now you're talking House …" Cameron purred, as House stripped.
"You weren't wearing any panties …" House said, breathing heavily, his blue eyes twinkling at her.
"Nope …Chase couldn't have been more wrong about my soaked panties … but my pussy, on the other hand …" she said with a coy smile.
"You're killing me, Cameron …" growled House.
House quickly grabbed a chair and sat in front of her, stroking her satiny legs. He leaned forward and kissed her knees, pushing gently between them.
Cameron caressed her damp mound as she opened her legs to him.
His kisses rose.
The scruff on his beard both tickled and aroused her.
Whether it was the physical contact, or the sight of House's head nestled between her thighs, Cameron could feel her muscles fluttering inside her aching chamber.
She held her breath as he stopped. Please don't make me wait …
He gently ran his finger over her delicate triangle of hair, parting her folds, circling her clit, tracing her moist lips before slipping a finger in her warm entrance. He circled her soft walls, coating himself with her juices then withdrew, stroking her with agonizing tenderness up to her swollen nub.
"You're beautiful …" he whispered.
He slipped a hand behind her head as he lowered her to the table.
"Wait … just a sec …"
"Wait … House?" whimpered Cameron.
He rolled his jeans into a makeshift pillow and tucked them beneath her head.
"You'll be more comfortable."
He carefully lifted her legs so her knees rested on his shoulders, then bent down once more.
Cameron closed her eyes.
She could feel his warm breath as he hovered over her.
She yearned for the moment when his tongue would finally taste her.
The wait was unbearable, then suddenly, it happened.
His mouth consumed her, sucking and kissing her flesh as he tongued her clit, flicking and swirling with perfect speed, perfect pressure.
The sweet torture intensified by the second.
She wanted, no, she needed, to come with him inside of her.
"House … Greg … I'm so close … I want you … " she pleaded.
House stopped and leaned over her, splaying his fingers through her hair, as he pressed his lips to hers. She opened her mouth to him, their tongues jostled for position. She was intoxicated by the taste of him … and her on his lips.
They kissed with a desire that had been smoldering for years … their passion was unleashed; it was raw, it was intense, it was their destiny.
Cameron playfully tickled his chest with her toes as he stood and slid her to him, her bottom pressed tightly against his hips.
She continued her "walk" until her straight legs rested on his chest.
Cameron held her breath as he rubbed the tip of his erection over her wet entrance.
"Greg please … don't be afraid …" she said softly, sensing his hesitation.
"Tell me if …"
"I will … "
He pushed slowly, watching for any sign of pain.
He only saw pleasure.
Cameron closed her eyes. House was inside her.
She'd wondered about his size and what he would feel like, but nothing in her wildest imagination had prepared her for this.
House closed his eyes, overcome with his emotions.
The feeling of her soft wet walls enveloping him, her muscles contracting around his swollen length, confirmed what he truly knew in his heart.
He and Cameron were made for each other.
He could go no further. House wrapped one arm around Cameron's legs and gazed deeply into her emerald eyes as he began to thrust.
Their need was immediate.
He pushed hard; his hips met her ass with each driving movement. The room filled with sound, her cries, his grunts, their moans.
"Harder Greg …" she cried, spurring him on to thrust faster and deeper.
Cameron writhed on the table, her fists clenched, her body covered with sweat.
She trembled on the brink.
His technique was flawless, but it was House, the man, that was making her soar to new heights of ecstasy.
The orgasmic assault on their bodies peaked. House thrust once more. Cameron clamped down on him as they shook uncontrollably. Her legs collapsed around House and he stretched on top of her, his head resting between her breasts, rising and falling with each of her shallow breaths.
The sight of her nipple, scant inches from his mouth was more temptation than House could handle. He smiled as his tongue snaked its way to his target.
Cameron yelped softly. "Later … Greg … I can't take anymore right now …"
Her nerves were charged within an inch of her life and she gently dissuaded his attention.
"Is that a promise Allison …" whispered House, reluctantly pulling away.
"That's a promise." whispered Cameron, as they began to stir.
"I'd better get dressed, I have a date …"
"Fancy that … so do I …" smiled House, giving her a tender kiss.
"See you at seven?"
"I'll be there."
FIN
