Lose control

A.N. You know the drill by now: yet more graphic times in this entry, and if this doesn't get censored it looks like we're in the clear. As always, though, if it does disappear, I'm working on copying this story over to the Archiveofourown fanfic site. What follows is incredibly detailed, and it's not for everyone. My thinking here is to try and represent the culmination of House and Cameron's journey towards each other in as visceral a way as possible. It's entirely possible, probable even, that this will turn some readers off. Things will calm down a bit in the next ones and, depending on reaction, I may look to tone things down. But I thought long and hard about the language of this chapter, and I hope it doesn't disappoint too many people. Feedback is always welcome.

The chapter is really too long but it was so much fun to write that I didn't want to split it up again. It's up to you whether you wanna read all, some, or none of it. Thanks for sticking with this story (we're up to 15,000 views!). I'm having a blast.

House playfully poked his tongue in Cameron's belly button before reaching the black lace thong, the one piece of clothing that had remained in place for the entire evening. He looked at the rip he had made earlier and his eyes darted upwards. "I seem to have damaged your underwear. Sorry about that—were they expensive?".

"No".

"Liar…". He returned his attention to the area in front of his face, feeling the heat emanate from her body, before continuing: "…and liars need to be punished". House at once licked over the fabric in one continuous movement from bottom to top, tracing her shape, revelling in the scent of her arousal.

Cameron shuddered involuntarily and released a murmur, gripping his hair.

Once again, he trailed his tongue slowly over the flimsy garment, and once again he could feel her shiver beneath him. House knew that he could spend all evening in this position. Instead, he sat up a touch and hooked his thumbs under the waistband, the other lifting up a little from the bed to help him in removing them.

House drew the panties down her legs slowly, kissing along her thigh and calf as he pulled. Having removed them, they were quickly tossed aside as he examined the woman before him. Cameron propped up as she watched House watch her. Like earlier, she blushed under his scrutiny; but he seemed not to notice as his tongue moistened dry lips. He could see that she was already wet, and it took all his willpower not to eat her out then and there. But he didn't want to reveal all his party tricks too soon. This was only their first encounter and he wanted to keep her on her toes.

"You're beautiful", he stated plainly.

Cameron's blush deepened, though she said nothing.

"Bedside table drawer, by your head", he added gruffly.

She reached across and took a condom from the box. House ripped it free with his teeth while massaging himself to full hardness against the smooth skin of her inner thigh. After a moment, he slipped it on and knelt between her legs, pulling her closer with his arms hooked under her knees. Though his leg was healed, long experience had taught him that this was one of the less strenuous positions. House brushed himself against her entrance for several seconds, enjoying the anticipation. "Are you ready?", he asked, looking into Cameron's green eyes.

"I've been ready for two and a half years", she replied, feeling her heart beating in her ears.

He growled at this, though continued to rub softly against her, allowing the excitement to plateau, focusing his mind on the task ahead whilst also savouring her palpable anticipation. House considered himself an experienced lover but a small part of him was apprehensive. He cared for Cameron deeply, but the fact was that this development in their relationship had been, for him, a fairly quick process. Though he'd harboured feelings for her since day one, he'd never thought he'd act on them. Cameron, though, had made it clear early on that she desired him. For her, tonight was the culmination of a long journey—how many times had she dreamt of being here with him? Adrenaline flashed through his body.

I need to do this properly. I need to be in control.

After a few moments, he entered her with just the tip of his cock before withdrawing immediately. Cameron gasped reflexively, and he could feel her thighs attempt to draw him in; he held fast. "Oops", he uttered, looking up mischievously. She was too busy enjoying the feelings building in her core to respond. Once more, House repeated the motion, allowing himself to slip just inside for a moment longer before withdrawing.

She released a soft moan, both loving and hating the way he was toying with her desire.

"What do you want me to do, Cameron?", he asked, copying her words from earlier in the evening.

She met his gaze, emulating his own response to the question she had posed. "You know exactly what I want you to do".

"And I want you to tell me anyway".

"I want you to fuck me, House".

He raised an eyebrow. "OK, then". With that, he pushed forwards slowly, ensuring that only the top couple of inches entered her, hearing the woman groan at the intrusion.

House gripped her more firmly by the legs but held still just inside her, enjoying the sensation for a few moments, allowing her to acclimatise to his feel. Then, he worked into a slow rhythm, intentionally keeping his thrusts shallow and measured. He used this initial period to slow his breathing and give his own body a chance to settle in. Every woman felt different in the most subtle way, and he closed his eyes briefly as he ran his hands up and down Cameron's thighs, delighting in the warmth of her skin and her soft moans of pleasure.

She had sat up and was looking into his eyes—chestnut hair hung loosely over her shoulders and the silver necklace caught the light from the bedside lamp.

Beautiful.

Once he thought himself ready, House began to deepen his strokes, though still keeping up the slow pace, and not yet allowing himself to sink in fully.

Cameron responded immediately, hooking her legs loosely against the small of his back, content to let him set the pace. She fell back to the pillow and concentrated on feeling as much of House as she could. So many times she had fantasised about this very thing, had wondered in her dreams how it might happen, if it did—a frenzied fuck in a spare examination room or in the lab, where they had shared some of their most intimate moments; or the conclusion of an evening's slow seduction: a meal, wine, and whiskey, leading inevitably to the bedroom.

They had been dancing around each other for weeks, gradually getting closer, and now, finally, she was in his bed and on her back. Cameron shivered with delight as House began to shift his angle to graze her inner wall.

He felt the other's involuntary movement and slipped his right hand down to grasp her ankle, as if preparing to increase his pace. Rather than do so immediately, he interspersed a few more shallow thrusts amongst the deeper ones, loving how the more he drew out, the more she attempted to pull him in with sighs and little twitches. One of Cameron's hands trailed to her nipples, and House watched closely as she pleasured herself, filing the information away for future reference. After one such shallow penetration, he withdrew almost completely and stopped, meeting Cameron's eyes with his own; her pupils were wide with increasing excitement, aware that the first stage was coming to a close.

House raised an eyebrow and kept his focus on her face. Her mouth was open a little and he could see her tongue dart out. He took a breath and slowly allowed himself to sink in as deep as possible. If he had glanced down, he would have seen his cock gradually disappear from sight as Cameron swallowed him completely. As it was, he maintained eye contact, watching as her mouth opened wider with each passing second, her legs pulling him in even more. She looked breath-taking, and House felt a surge of pleasure as he sank deep, loving the hot tightness around his cock.

"Fuck", Cameron whispered, propped up on her elbows, "you're so…I can feel…you filling me up, House".

"Are you OK? I don't want to push you". House was aware that he was bigger than most men, which was one of the reasons why he had taken it so slow. He remained inside, not moving, giving her a chance to breathe.

"Push me…", she murmured. "Fuck me…please…". He could see her chest rise and fall in shallow breaths, and her hair had covered an eye. She looked like sex.

House released a rumble, unhooked her legs from around his waist and grasped them. Without another word, he began to work into a consistent rhythm, rocking out and pushing in until their skin met, Cameron groaning softly with each impact. He watched as she lost herself in the moment—her nipples stood out like peaks, and her hair fanned all around the pillow. Though she had spent much of the time propped up on her elbows watching him, now she lay back fully, eyes closed, mouth open slightly in a perpetual moan of delight, rolling with each thrust. Both hands were on her breasts, groping and pinching herself the way she liked as he deftly switched the angle of attack by leaning more heavily on his good leg.

"I want more, House", she whispered after a few minutes. "Give me more…I can take it; I want it", Cameron spoke over the sounds of their movement.

Though she didn't see, House smiled. After a couple more deep thrusts, he began to hold himself, buried to the hilt, for periods of two or three seconds, before withdrawing completely. With each loss of contact, she whimpered and her legs strained to bring him back inside. Only when he could feel her legs flex against his hands and arms, only when she looked up with desperation in her eyes, did he allow himself to sink forwards once again. This motion enabled him to catch his breath and shift his grip on her body. He released her legs, which immediately laced around the small of his back, and placed his hands on her waist, his thumbs nearly meeting by her navel. Cameron's hand slipped down to rest over his while the other remained on a breast.

House could feel his heart begin to quicken and he spent a minute or two regathering himself, returning to his shallow thrusts, taking deep breaths to slow his pulse, and closing his eyes momentarily. He had no intention of releasing himself fully until she experienced her own climax. As he waited for his excitement to dip, he reflected on the sheer sexuality of the female body—it could have multiple orgasms in a short space of time and possessed an organ whose sole purpose was the magnification of sexual pleasure.

Reading his mind, Cameron's hand trailed down to her clit.

House stopped her. "Not yet".

The woman released a murmur, though she complied. "You're a mean man, House…".

He didn't answer but took her fingers in his mouth before pressing down on her abdomen and completing a deep repetition from a greater height. Cameron gasped at the new sensation but locked her legs even tighter around him. He needed no second invitation, and began to push harder and faster than he had previously, ensuring that each impact caressed her inner walls before ending deep inside her. This position was easier on his leg but only because much of his weight had been transferred to her midriff, and he watched her carefully for signs of pain as he rocked back and forth.

But she saw him looking and her green eyes were dark with a building lust. "Don't worry about me. I know you're holding back, but you don't have to. Take me however you want because I can take you".

"Are you sure?", he asked softly.

"Use me. I'm yours, House", she whimpered, bringing his hand up to cup her cheek before biting down on his thumb.

With this act and those words resonating through his mind, the man released a throaty rumble, using his thumb, which was still in her mouth, to force her gaze to his.

Cameron could see that his eyes had acquired the midnight blue quality that she so rarely saw. She observed the veins in his neck and the tight line of his mouth. In this moment, he radiated power and she trembled against his cock which had remained buried inside her. Finally, she had achieved her aim. Gone were the layers of rational thought, the irony, the calculated foreplay. House had been stripped of his armour—for now, for one night, he was her man.

"On your hands and knees", he growled.

Cameron swallowed. She had always loved that position for its animal simplicity. So much of her life was rational and reserved, but there was nothing more erotic for her than to give in, if only for a while, to her baser desires. Nevertheless, she wanted to test him. "Maybe I like this position, Gregory", she whispered, sucking against his thumb innocently, though her desire-filled eyes betrayed her.

House moved so quickly it surprised Cameron even in her hyper-sensitive state. Leaving barely enough time to withdraw fully, he reached down and flipped her over, forcing her to reach out in order to break her fall. Without a word, he lined himself up and impaled her from behind, using one hand to reach around her stomach and pull her bodily onto his cock. Cameron groaned loudly and used her arms and legs to propel herself backwards with each of his movements.

"Is this what you wanted, Cameron?", he grunted from behind her.

"God, yes. Don't stop, House. Please…", she moaned, revelling in his forcefulness, using it to enhance her own pleasure. Her hands gripped the bed sheet and she dipped her head to the pillow.

House continued to drive into the woman from behind, listening to her gasps, ensuring that each entry was as deep as possible. After a time, one of Cameron's elbows sank to the bed and he used this opportunity to change his position slightly: both hands went to her ass and he sank into her from a steeper angle as hard and fast as he could.

Cameron's face now rested against the pillow and she began to murmur into her hair, which was plastered to her skin. "You're so deep. I…I can feel you, unhhh. This is all I…wanted".

"I didn't know…I thought…you were innocent", breathed House, falling forwards to wrap his arms around her from behind whilst he continued his rapid penetrations.

Cameron glanced back at him through the curtain of her hair, green eyes wanton. "Do I look innocent to you?", she whispered, rolling back onto his thrusts.

"No…", he replied softly, feeling sweat drip down his face. "I want to see you". With this, House sank deep one final time before withdrawing and moving to the head of the bed, propping a pillow against the board and leaning against it. Cameron realised at once what he intended and whipped her hair out of her eyes before straddling him slowly, but remaining still in his lap. House grasped her by the waist, taking much of her weight in his arms.

Both were now breathing heavily. Cameron touched her forehead to his. "I dreamed that it would be like this", she breathed, before kissing him hard and reaching down to hold him against her entrance. She gradually lowered herself onto his cock, her mouth open. House growled and forced his tongue against hers, running his hand through her hair as they kissed fiercely. Cameron placed her hands on his knees either side and used the leverage to fuck herself with his cock.

But the other quickly took over, gripping her roughly by the waist before lifting her up and allowing her to sink back into his lap. As he did this, House began to bite down the woman's neck, leaving little red marks in her pale flesh. "Fuck, you feel so good, Cameron".

The woman grinned devilishly, not bothering to brush her hair from her eyes.

The pair remained like this for some time, Cameron riding her boss for all she was worth, observing up close the shocking blue of House's eyes, loving the nuances in his expressions and sighs, delighting in the sound of their colliding bodies. She couldn't believe that Stacy had passed this up for another man; nor that she had settled for a drug-fogged frolic with Chase. Now, she could focus completely on enjoying House. It had been so long since she'd been this turned on by a man; perhaps she'd never been this turned on—she could hear and feel the evidence of her own arousal.

God, he was so hot.

"More, Greg…more…", she gasped, looking straight into his eyes, their noses almost brushing.

House's cock twitched inside her and she noticed. "You don't like it when I call you by your name?", she breathed as she moved over him, meeting his thrusts with her own, talking to him in a whisper. "OK, I won't call you 'Greg'. What about…'darling'?".

The man exhaled, aware that the other was trying to entice him. He leant further forwards and concentrated on increasing the pace and strength of his strokes. He could feel the heat of Cameron's body against his own as he pulled her down, both hands wrapped tightly around her.

"You…you think 'darling' is too old-fashioned? Harder…unhhh. Answer me". Her fingernails dug into his back as he drove into her, feeling sweat on his face.

House had dipped his head down momentarily to observe the clash of their bodies, but her tone caused him to look up. "I don't like 'darling'. Too domestic", he grunted, noticing how her breasts quivered with each stroke. He fell forwards and kissed her hungrily on the mouth, allowing his lover to push against him for a time, loving the feel of her hard nipples against his chest. After a couple more minutes he forced her on to her back and knelt between her legs.

Cameron grinned and tensed her muscles to draw him in even tighter, causing the man to exhale. "Not 'darling', then", she pulled him down to whisper in his ear. House nibbled down her neck, taking the silver chain in his teeth momentarily, before sitting back up to focus on the angle and depth of his penetrations, bottoming out with each entry, Cameron's groans and muttered words mixing with the sound of his breathing. He switched his grip again as she ran her hands up his arms, squeezing his biceps, feeling them flex beneath her fingers. "Or maybe you do like 'Greg'. Look at me".

Again, House raised his head to meet her gaze. He could make out a film of sweat on her face, tendrils of hair plastered to her skin; and he knew she would be able to detect the same flush on his cheeks, his mouth open as he took increasingly ragged breaths, loving the growing excitement, her words stirring his blood. "You look so hot when you fuck me, House. More". He grimaced a little before driving into her mercilessly, the sound of their sex filling his ears.

Cameron's groans echoed through the room and her legs clamped around him. "Yesss. Stay there. Keep going; that's it. You…you're going to do this to me whenever…I want. I don't care where we are". Cameron used a hand to caress her breast while the other rested over his, around her waist. "You feel so good. Don't stop…".

"Cameron…". House looked into her green eyes dark with lust. The sight and sound of her, the knowledge that she was prone, completely open to him, caused a tremor of pleasure to flash through his body as he focused on delivering the consistent pressure she wanted, ignoring the aches in his arms and legs, wishing only to continue the feeling.

"I'll be a good girl for you, House; I will. The others don't have to know the truth", she sighed, drawing her nails down his arms again, tracing the veins which stood out on his biceps while bucking her hips up to meet each of his thrusts.

"What truth?", House murmured, watching as a drop of sweat fell from his forehead onto Cameron's skin, which felt like it was on fire.

"That I am…addicted to you and your cock", she breathed.

"Fuck…", House whispered. Cameron's talk combined with her vice-like warmth was beginning to make its mark, and he could feel his climax build as his heart raced uncontrollably.

She smiled and began to touch herself as House maintained his strokes, watching closely how she used her fingers to manipulate her clit. "I want you to come now, House. Tell me…unhhh…when you're close. "I'm nearly…I…". Cameron's words fragmented as she worked herself ferociously to the rhythm of the other's movements.

The sight of the woman writhing beneath him, her pale skin flushed, eyelids hooded, nipples proud, was impossible to resist, and he could feel his body begin to override the command of his brain. "Cameron, I'm…I can't…", he breathed.

She didn't respond, instead locking her eyes to his while she used her fingers to see herself to the brink. As she did so, she began to flex herself in quick intervals around his length. This was the final impetus for House, and he shut his eyes in unadulterated joy as his cock shuddered inside the other, each pulse following quick on the last.

Only when Cameron saw the man above her descend into the throes of release did she allow her own climax to crash into being, waves of bliss radiating from her core in sharp contractions, causing her to rise up from the bed, as if the act could somehow extend the feeling indefinitely. Only when the last throb had echoed through her body did she sink, exhausted, to the bed. House followed suit, all but collapsing on to the other as his muscles finally gave way, and he breathed heavily into the pillow.

Cameron stroked his hair, kissing him gently on the cheek. "That was amazing, House, thank you".

House turned his face to the side and grinned. "What have I told you about thanking me?". He was referring to an exchange they'd shared on their go-karting date.

She met his gaze and brushed his cheek with a thumb, feeling the sweat. "What can I say? I believe in giving credit where it's due".

"Mmm. Well…", he replied, stretching his arms out like a cat, "…you weren't bad".

"What did you say?", she retorted, rolling over to lie on top of him, drawing her knee up to rest over his groin threateningly.

"Err, sorry. Adjective confusion. I meant to say: you were great!".

Cameron bit his noise playfully. "There we go. Maybe you need to sort out your English skills, House".

He smirked, kissed her, then threw her off him, causing a surprised squeal. The two smiled at each other, their breathing the only sound of life. Only after several moments had passed did Cameron drape her arm over his chest. House pulled her close, feeling her hair against his cheek.

The pair remained like this, basking in the afterglow, completely sated, utterly content.