CHAPTER 15

"Are you mad?" Eileen's eyes studied House's red lips. He didn't answer, his hands moving up her midsection.

He rubbed his erection against her abdomen. "Does this feel mad to you?"

She grinned and gave him a silly shake of her head. "No."

"How does it feel?"

Her eyes looked into his and she nearly gasped at his desire. "So good." She took his kiss and tightened her arms around his neck as he steered her toward one of the double beds. She stopped and pulled away. "Do you forgive me for deceiving you?"

"If I say yes does that mean you'll sleep with me?"

"As ONR? Or as Greg House?"

"Which do you want?"

Her eyes moved to his lips. She bit her own as she lightly caressed his stubble, lingering on the patch of white just to the left of his chin. Eileen leaned up and suckled it, drawing a breath from House. "I want both."

House growled and pressed his tongue into her mouth. He pushed her to the bed and climbed atop her, feverishly grinding her into the cushion. House suddenly pulled away and pushed himself up so he could look down on her. "Put on your boots."

"My boots?"

"Yeah…" House leaned his head down and suckled her breast, just above the corset. She arched her back and wrapped her left leg around him. He leaned on his right elbow and bit her ear as he skimmed his rough left hand up her thigh. "…I want your calves as chafed as my back."

She giggled and pointed to the side of the bed. He winked, pulled himself to the edge of the bed and used his long arms to grab the boots. He then sat up and moved to the end of the bed. Eileen spread her legs apart and his eyes feasted on the sight in front of her. Without removing his eyes from the junction between her legs, he slipped the large boots onto her feet. He ran his hands up her legs, over the miniskirt and to the waistband. Eileen arched her back again to give him access to the zipper in the back. He grinned as he removed her skirt and taunted, "I see London…" He growled as he eyed the slight pooch above her pink panties. He leaned down and lapped up her belly button, leaving her gasping and shaking. "…I see France…" He grinned wider as his hands traced the curve of her waist, then hips. His fingers teased the skin around the bikini straps of her panties and she squirmed, the teasing too delicious. House bit his lip as he slowly pulled them down her legs. "…I see Drea's underpants."

She moaned as his hands moved up and down her thighs, then gasped as he lifted her calves to bend her legs at the knees. He concentrated on the parting of her curls between her legs. "Forget London or France. That's the fuckin' Guadalcanal. Maybe even the Chunnel."

Eileen giggled as her head fell back. "Oh really? And what do you do with canals or tunnels?"

He grinned and parted her legs even wider. "You enter them."

Eileen groaned at the thought. Despite House's short hair she raked her hands through it as his rested his prickly cheek against her smooth thigh. "And how...OHHHH…" she moaned as House's breath caressed her triangle of curls. "…and how should one navigate…" Eileen shivered as House nipped at her thigh. "…canals or tunnels?"

"How?"

"Yeah…" Her head fell back again as he leaned forward, then he grinned when she jumped as the very tip of his tongue stroked her clit ever so slowly, his long, incredible fingers parting her curls and caressing her lips. "…how can I answer when you do that?"

"Do what?" His tongue, flatter and wetter now, lathered her bundle of nerves a bit harder and certainly more insistent.

Her chest heaved with his ministrations, her head dizzying and her nerves firing random neurons. House took a long, deep breath, her musky arousal penetrating his brain and stiffening his own arousal. "Tha…tha…"

"What?" House hot question was the most exquisite feeling on the planet. Eileen moaned his name, removed her hands from his head and placed them flat against the wooden headboard attached to the hotel's wall. She pushed against it as his tongue pressed into her opening.

"HOOOOUSSSE!"

He grinned, his scruff scrapping her sensitive, hot, wet skin. The woman was as close to crying with more joy than she'd ever experienced. "Canals and tunnels should be navigated…" House pressed his long finger slowly into her sopping opening and she nearly arched off the bed. He pulled his finger out then slid back in a bit harder, a bit faster. He stretched out beside her, his finger, quickly adding another finger to her great delight, moving quicker and harder in and out, his mouth settling to her ear. "…hard…" He licked her ear as her womb's rhythm picked up speed, her breath quickening with its rhythm, her hips moving against his hand. "…fast…" He kissed her jaw line to her mouth. "…and…" He didn't finish as she came in his hand, her body flushing, her head shaking from side to side, his name screamed from her mouth. House moaned as she clenched around his nimble digits, her breath almost gone.

Eileen didn't have a thought left in her head; her body was too numb and relaxed and high for that. She did feel, though, House's prickly lips move down her throat to her abundant breasts, all but falling out of the shirt by this time. House moved over her, bracing himself mostly on his left knee and running his hands behind her back. With his face still buried between her breasts, he lifted her to a sitting position and quickly found the zipper.

"Get out of your pants Greg," She breathed, still shaking from the orgasm, her hands moving from his hips to his zipper. She smiled at his prominent erection. "Can you even get out of your pants?"

"Oh hell yes. I'm too far gone to stop now." She worked his belt and zipper as he unzipped her from the shirt. He lifted it to over her head and gasped just as she gently pulled him from his pants. His fingers went to her nearest nipple but she stopped him.

"Get out of all of your clothes first."

For a man with a limp he removed his pants with a speed she didn't know he had. Soon they were both naked and he was pressed against her. House took her nipple in his mouth and suckled with an intensity that left her even more breathless than the orgasm he gave her. She took his prominence in her hands and felt him throb, his face against her chest, his breath shallow and quick. "Do you like that?" All he could do was groan. Her hands moved down his hairy thighs, her left hand involuntarily caressing his injured thigh. He tensed and hissed, flinching away from her, his head turning so she couldn't see his pain. Eileen gasped, realizing what she did. "I'm sorry."

He shook his head and closed his eyes, letting the embarrassment pass.

Eileen moved her hands to his cheeks and turned him to look at her. He was still having trouble looking her in the eye. "Hey." She leaned up and kissed him slowly and deeply, her fingers following the planes of his face. He pulled from her and sighed.

"Touch it again."

Her eyes filled with doubt. "Are you sure?"

He nodded. "Please."

"Ok." With one hand on his erection, she caressed his thigh with her other hand. Her distraction of his pain was enough to get him aroused again. With a grin, and a nimbleness that could have only come from her fantastic endorphin release, she flipped him over and slinked down his body, her tongue and mouth blazing a warm, wet trail to her destination. House moans increased the closer she drew to her target. She looked up and smiled. "I'm sorry Greg. Let me make it up to you…" Eileen leaned down and, with just the lightest of flicks, caught the bead of pre cum sitting on his erect penis with her tongue.

House hissed and bucked. "Oh Gawwww…" He leaned his head back, his chest moving up and down with his heavy breathing. He wrapped his long fingers in her hair, holding her above his penis.

"So sorry…" She muttered huskily then ran her tongue down the underside of his long, hard shaft. He groaned as she massaged his balls and lightly blew on the hot wetness of her saliva on his taut silk. He grunted then yelped when her mouth took him as far as it could, her tongue swirling, lubricating. Eileen gently grasped the base of the shaft and lightly caressed him.

"I'm…I'm…." He was speechless as her mouth filled with more and more of the pre-cum. Just when she thought he could come in her mouth his adrenaline kicked in and he hauled her up then rolled over her. He nudged her thighs open and settled between them. Eileen smiled and gasped at his moist penis teasing her entrance. She pressed his ass closer to her, wrapping her legs around his waist. "Condoms?"

He groaned. "It's too late for that now."

"Do we need one?"

His tongue dragged her jaw line and she hissed, writhing beneath him. "Will you get pregnant?"

"No. I could never have kids. Disease?"

He shook his head. "You have to have sex to get a disease."

Her eyebrows rose. "Do you mean all sex?" He shook his head again, clearly wanting to end the conversation but Eileen traced his face with her fingers. "The hospital seems to think you're the King of the Sluts."

House's smirk was boyish. "Don't believe everything you hear. Now shut up, I'm about to ruin the sheets."

She smirked. "Ok. Fine. But I'll make you a deal." Her fingers teased his nipples and she sighed as he hissed and leaned his forehead against her chin. She gasped as his penis teased her wet folds.

"Anything, just make it quick."

"Well…" Eileen wrapped her legs around his waist and her hands around his back. The boots she still wore were a bit awkward, as they were big and seemed to flop around. "…give me the best orgasm in my life and I'll keep your secret…" She grinned playfully, quickly forgetting about the footwear that were flopping about awkwardly as he pressed the head inside. Eileen nearly giggled with anticipation and giddiness. "…Gimpy."

He smiled as he grunted, "Whatever you say…Fatty." With one long, smooth motion he filled her to the hilt and she screamed, both from a shock of pain and the overwhelming pleasure.

"Oh Greg…"

He groaned, allowing himself to adjust to her sheath of warmth. "You are so tight…" House bit her ear. "…so tight and hot and wet. God, you're the best damned thing I've ever felt."

Eileen panted in time with her throbbing. "I haven't had sex since my husband died. I'm not used to…it's been awhile…" He pulled almost completely out then thrust back in. "…oh yeah, that feels sooooo…ummmm….good. It really is like riding a…ohhhhhh….bike…"

"Coooome ooooonnnnn…." House moaned as his thrusts became faster. "…I'm soooo much better than a….oooooohhh baby, yeah, that's it…bike…"

"Mmmmmm…" She kicked off the boots and angled her hips for deeper penetration. "….ooooohhhh yeeeeahhhh…just like that…" her fingers clawed him and her head went back. His prickly mouth found the junction of neck and shoulder, biting her when she wrapped her hand around the base of his penis and stroked his balls. His fingers found her clit and their progression to orgasm intensified as they stimulated each other.

"I bet I'll make you come first…" Eileen whispered, her voice quavering and breathless.

His movements intensified. "In case you missed it…." He groaned as her hand sped up. "…I made you come first."

"Bet you can't do it again."

"Never make a bet…hmmm….with me," He growled and took one of her sensitive nipples in his mouth. "…I always win."