Erogenous Zones and Hourmones
Authors: NaiveEve and Houseketeer
It is very lucky he has a distraction planned for this evening, because he was never closer to cracking than today.
There is something different about her lately.
Yesterday—with the pencil and the blushing and the silence. The hot date.
And today. So clearly satisfied.
It wasn't hard to diagnose a woman newly in love: more make-up, better hair, higher heels, shorter skirt, deeper V. It wasn't merely her appearance though, not all the symptoms were visible. She was too confident today, too charming. Too many smiles—he didn't want her this happy, at least not about somebody else.
Very lucky: if she had realized, she have could so easily had him today. If she even still wants him.
'You have so fucking blown it.'
o O o O o O o
"Good morning," she chirps as she deposits his coffee and mail on the desk. At his incredulous glare, she continues, "Oh right. You don't have good mornings."
He wants to make witty comeback, something about how she's always been too easy and last night was clearly no exception. But that will make the whole thing too real: someone has done this to her. Done that to her. So he goes for something off topic. "Your flower power is no match for my glower power."
"Well that's some nice glowering, Mr. B," she answers as she walks out.
He sighs. She wasn't supposed to get that. His head drops to the desk with a thud. She gets him, likes him (liked him?). He lifts head fractionally, drops it again.
'You have so fucking blown it.'
Luckily he still has one fish on the line.
o O o O o O o
Foreman is likely better informed, but he's also smarter and more suspicious. Chase is a better target: this way there is a cover for his interest.
"Cameron has that freshly-fucked look; did you slip her ketamine?"
"No I did not give Dr. Cameron ketamine."
"GHB?"
"I have never given her anything, and I am not responsible for her look, freshly-fucked or otherwise."
"But you know who is."
"I don't, and neither does Foreman. I doubt you can get it out of her either. Best luck."
o O o O o O o
It's a day full of idle moments.
A million chances to think of her, and he can't not.
In the elevator: a gurney enters, herding everyone to the side and pressing a female form against his back. 'Well you might find this a bit obvious, but I'm wet.'
At lunch: he sees her set her tray down at Chase and Foreman's table. 'When you get here, all you have to do is lift the satin away, drop your pants and you can slip into me.'
In the clinic: he sits in an exam room, waiting for this horrible day to end so he can get home to her. 'I've been waiting for you to fuck me all night.'
He tells himself she's better than the real thing.
o O o O o O o
He signs on at seven exactly, behavior he immediately identifies as pathetic. It is driven by a desire to not seem eager, yet start as soon as possible. She has reduced him to nothing but erogenous zones and hormones.
And she's not even there.
For a moment he is sure she won't be there, and he begins to pace.
He contemplates a glass of scotch. No. Yes. A small one. He tosses it back. Paces. Finally he hears the 'ding' announcing she's online. He drops heavily into his seat.
LoveDr25: You're late. As usual.
webcam2356: I was setting up my webcam
LoveDr25: You're forgiven.
webcam2356: lol
LoveDr25: So, if I remember how this works, I have to turn you on first.
webcam2356: mmhmm.
He's not sure how to accomplish this goal. He is already turned on; he has been all day. So much so that he had to—ah—the solution presents itself.
LoveDr25: I was thinking about you all day long.
webcam2356: good start
LoveDr25: I had to excuse myself…
webcam2356: where did you go
LoveDr25: my office
webcam2356: tell me what you did in your office
LoveDr25: I sat at my desk, opened my pants
webcam2356: I would kneel under your desk
At the time, a brunette kneeling under the desk had been very much on his mind. Try as he might to keep his thoughts on Cyber Cam, she didn't have a face. His mind would always drift to her. Cameron setting down a red coffee cup and dropping silently to her knees. Cameron stifling his protests with a sly wink and a coy "shhh." Cameron reaching for his zipper, the feel of her touch muted by stiff denim. Cameron's excited gasp when she saw him denuded and touched him with her mouth. Cameron's head bobbing up and down under his desk, his hand entangled in her shiny hair.
LoveDr25: that would have been an improvement. Since you weren't there I had to use my imagination.
LoveDr25: I was remembering that time I fucked you against the couch
webcam2356: mmhmm
LoveDr25: brown hair down your bare back
LoveDr25: you're touching yourself, aren't you
webcam2356: (yes)
LoveDr25: let me see.
A new window opens, displaying a slim female form from the shoulders down. (So clearly intentional, he will not ask to see her face.) Her right hand massages through silk, and a wet patch is spreading. The left is out of view, on the desk. He is far too hard now to be confined by jeans. Sooner than he would have liked, he unzips them to free his throbbing erection.
LoveDr25: I imagine that slip has seen a lot of cold water washes recently.
These words cause her to tremble, and he revels in it; that he can do this to her. Her hand disappears for a moment to type. It's all he can do not to touch himself.
webcam2356: you don't know the half of it
Her hand is back now, moving in lazy circles. He is speechless. The pause is getting too long now and he just sends his incomplete thought to break the silence.
LoveDr25: (as you know) you are
webcam2356: are what?
LoveDr25: I'm trying to think of a suitable adjective
webcam2356: lol. No need to pick just one…
LoveDr25: gorgeous sexy perfect
Her hand disappears under the slip. The sight of her getting off on him is intensely erotic. He strokes his cock from root to tip with his right hand, then follows with the left, alternating hands stroke after stroke. He lets her know he is still there.
LoveDr25:
This time her hand doesn't disappear, so she must be typing one handed as well.
webcam2356: lol. don't tell me you're speechless
Now he is stroking up and down, fast, not trying to hold back.. He imagines her reaching out with that hand, slick with her own juices, and wrapping the wet fingers around him. He pictures how small and delicate her hand will look there, replacing his own.
LoveDr25: Cam.
webcam2356: hmm?
LoveDr25: Show me your fingers.
She pulls her hand from under the slip, displaying glistening fingers. It's not what he meant, but the sight tips him over the edge. He pumps hard, roughly. His free hand falls to cup his balls; he pretends she does this. A loud, involuntary groan accompanies spurting white ribbons. He has stained his jeans again.
LoveDr25: I just came SO hard
Now both hands drop and move furiously under the slip. He cleans up as best as he can, and removes his clothes save his tee shirt
LoveDr25: you like that, huh?
She doesn't take the time to type, but rewards him by lifting the slip off over her head. She runs her long fingers over herself; cups her breasts smoothly and pinches her nipples.
LoveDr25: Fuck me, you're spectacular.
He sees her frame shake with her laugh, and she squirms a bit in her seat. Still her left hand squeezes her breasts, while her right snakes down her belly. Two long fingers, so like Cameron's, trace down to collect lubrication, then rhythmically circle her clit.
LoveDr25: Cam, lick your fingers.
She complies.
webcam2356: Yes, doctor.
LoveDr25: Let me see
webcam2356: Yes, doctor.
This time she has understood, and the index and middle fingers of her left hand spread her lips apart, and he can see that she is clenching and unclenching, dripping wet. For him.
LoveDr25: I want you
webcam2356: yes?
LoveDr25: Cam, I want you to come for me.
webcam2356: talk
He doesn't know what to say. Her left hand makes space for the fingers of her right to circle her clit rhythmically, every third stroke she teases her opening.
LoveDr25: I'm watching you. Fuck. I can feel my pulse everywhere.
Now she inserts two fingers, grinds her palm against her clit with each stroke. She is rocking her pelvis to meet each thrust. Her breasts shake in time—he can't remember having seen anything so graphic.
LoveDr25: I'm going to have a heart attack
She speeds up.
LoveDr25: Seriously, I'm going to die.
She convulses, her left hand moves up to grip the desk.
LoveDr25: have fun?
webcam2356: mmhmm
LoveDr25: it's early yet, I think we should go again.
webcam2356: woohoo!
webcam2356: you're…all set for that?
LoveDr25: stunning visuals.
webcam2356: it's still on—lol
LoveDr25: so how do you want it this time?
webcam2356: you're on a chair
LoveDr25: I am.
webcam2356: and I'll sit on your lap
He groans. He can almost feel her weight on his thighs. Since he has no memory of her, memories of Cameron flood his mind, and the smell of her comes, unbidden. Some kind of fruit. More fictional details are required.
LoveDr25: facing?
webcam2356: let's start off with me facing away. Are you hard?
LoveDr25: Are you kidding? After that performance…
webcam2356: Okay, I'm going to sit on your lap then
LoveDr25: Slow or fast?
webcam2356: Pull me down hard
LoveDr25: I intend to.
He watches her on the screen, again inserting two fingers and rocking up and down. He strokes himself in time. He scrambles to type one handed.
LoveDr25: hitting the spot?
webcam2356: yes
LoveDr25: good. I'm going to hold you by your breasts; force you up and down harder
He sees her left hand move up to squeeze her breast. She speeds up and he follows her.
LoveDr25: I'm reaching around for your clit
She lowers her hand, right hand thrusting and left hand massaging her clit, applying forceful pressure. She shakes. He can't hear her, but his mind fills in the gap: substituting Cameron's voice moaning, "House." He squeezes to simulate her orgasm with his hand.
LoveDr25: don't stop. come again.
webcam2356: k
She hasn't even slowed down, her movements are furious. He spits in his hand and pumps himself mercilessly as she does. He feels pins and needles in the soles of his feet, his thighs quake. He is on the precipice of something huge.
LoveDr25: turn around and face me. I want to kiss you when you come
She doubles over, ostensibly in pleasure. Her face comes into view, contorted with her orgasm. It is intimately familiar, and nothing could be hotter. His legs tingle; he sees spots. He yells, "Cameron," and warm come lands on his thigh.
He reaches hurriedly for his discarded jeans, doesn't bother with underwear or socks. He Dizzy with oxygen deprivation bends to put on his shoes. He slams the apartment door behind him and roars off on his bike.