Fic: Soundtrack From Secretary Ch. 8
Title: Soundtrack From Secretary
Author: houseketeer
Pairing: House/Cameron
Rating: Adult
Word Count: 904
Summary: This chapter is dedicated to roobyroobyroo and everyone else who wanted anal. Caution, this chapter contains anal, this series contains elements of bdsm
This
House lays in bed with Cameron curled against him in a skimpy silk nightie. As he reads his journal, his hand roams idly over her skin, stroking her like a cat. His fingers slide over every part of her, occasionally garnering a pleased moan. As he nears the end of the article, his touch is becoming more sexual, and her moans more frequent. Now she has abandoned all pretenses, and her legs are lewdly splayed. He caresses her inner thighs, then higher. His fingertips brush over her damp clit; she gasps.
Without looking up, he slides his middle finger into her pussy. “Are you thinking about this?”
He slides his finger in and out, and she moans, “Yes…”
“Do you ever think about this?” He pulls the slippery digit from her, and slides it lower to circle her asshole, pressing down gently.
“Yes!”
House flings the journal hard across the room, where it hits the wall and falls to the floor. Suddenly he is turning, rolling her onto her back and bracing his weight on his free arm as he slides just the tip of his finger inside. He watches her carefully. “You like it don’t you.”
“Yes.”
“You want more, don’t you.”
It’s not a question, but she again moans, “Yes!” as he pushes his wet finger in deeper. He pushes in fairly deep and holds still, letting her get used to it. He waits, staring at her face, until she opens her eyes. She looks at him a moment before tentatively saying, “More?”
He slides his finger out a bit, then jams it in fairly hard. He rotates it in a circle, stretching her. When she starts to rock her hips up, urging him deeper, he withdraws his hand. She’s clearly into it; she looks completely disappointed that he’s stopped. He stands up.
“But…”
He silences her with a glare over his shoulder. She looks instantly coy and contrite-she knows now that he’s started a game. “Lose the slip,” he orders. He leaves her to obey and heads to the washroom to wash his hands and grab the KY.
Upon his return, he finds her waiting expectantly, sitting on her heels in the center of the bed. He tosses the bottle to her, “Hold this.” Her eyes widen and follow him as he strips, and lies down beside her. He’s already hard, and she can’t take her eyes off his erection. She swallows hard. “I’ll take that KY now please.” She is excited to see what he’ll do with it, and feels vaguely disappointed when he drops it onto the bed beside him. “C’mere.”
He tugs her by her wrist, and she lifts a knee to straddle him. His hands on her hips arrange her to his specifications, then his fingers wrap around his erection as he guides it to her entrance. She pauses. “I thought…”
He raises his eyebrows. “I thought you were mine.”
She trembles a bit. It thrills her when he’s possessive. She bends her knees further, forcing him into her. “I am.”
“Good girl.” House’s hands on her hips guide her to rock forward and back, fucking him. “Rub your clit for me.”
She licks her fingers and obediently applies them to her clit. It’s delicious fucking, but utterly vanilla. She tells herself to just close her eyes and enjoy it. She is thrusting herself onto his cock as hard as she can when she feels pressure. She groans as he slides his well lubricated thumb into her ass.
He can tell she’s enjoying it from the way she clenches her muscles. He can feel her simultaneously squeeze his hard-on and thumb. After giving her a moment to adjust, he replaces his thumb with two fingers.
“Ohgod,” she cries. She fucks him faster, forcing herself back harder onto his hand again and again. Soon he’s moved up to three fingers, spreading and twisting them as she slides up and down on his cock. “More,” she pleads.
“More?”
“Oh yeah,” she groans, rubbing her clit as fast as she can, “I wish you could…everywhere…”
He daren’t give her more fingers-already his fingers fuck her as wide as his erection would, if not as deep. He gives her more by pushing his long fingers in as deep and hard as he can. He can feel himself screwing her; it’s intensely erotic. “Cameron, I don’t think I can wait…”
This announcement pushes her over the edge: she’s pleased him and that’s all she wants in the world. She comes explosively: screaming, clutching his shoulders. She continues to rock above him, insensible, until he pulls his hand from her, pulls her down hard by her hips, and comes inside her.
He rolls her carefully onto her back. “You ok?”
“Mmm,” she moans, “Better than ok.”
“Wait just a second ok?”
“Mmhmm.” Cameron curls up on her side and closes her eyes. Before she even notices time has passed, House is back, dressed in pajama pants and carrying a warm washcloth. He tidies her up, tucks her under the sheets and kisses her forehead. Minutes later he is slipping into bed with her.
He pulls her close, enjoys the way she carefully wraps her limbs around him. He never would have thought he’d like clinging, but he does. He loves the contented post-coital sighs she makes, the way she nestles against his chest. He loves the way she so clearly belongs to him.
FIN
Ch. 9: Withholding
Author: houseketeer
Pairing: House/Cameron
Rating: Adult
Word Count: 904
Summary: This chapter is dedicated to roobyroobyroo and everyone else who wanted anal. Caution, this chapter contains anal, this series contains elements of bdsm
This
House lays in bed with Cameron curled against him in a skimpy silk nightie. As he reads his journal, his hand roams idly over her skin, stroking her like a cat. His fingers slide over every part of her, occasionally garnering a pleased moan. As he nears the end of the article, his touch is becoming more sexual, and her moans more frequent. Now she has abandoned all pretenses, and her legs are lewdly splayed. He caresses her inner thighs, then higher. His fingertips brush over her damp clit; she gasps.
Without looking up, he slides his middle finger into her pussy. “Are you thinking about this?”
He slides his finger in and out, and she moans, “Yes…”
“Do you ever think about this?” He pulls the slippery digit from her, and slides it lower to circle her asshole, pressing down gently.
“Yes!”
House flings the journal hard across the room, where it hits the wall and falls to the floor. Suddenly he is turning, rolling her onto her back and bracing his weight on his free arm as he slides just the tip of his finger inside. He watches her carefully. “You like it don’t you.”
“Yes.”
“You want more, don’t you.”
It’s not a question, but she again moans, “Yes!” as he pushes his wet finger in deeper. He pushes in fairly deep and holds still, letting her get used to it. He waits, staring at her face, until she opens her eyes. She looks at him a moment before tentatively saying, “More?”
He slides his finger out a bit, then jams it in fairly hard. He rotates it in a circle, stretching her. When she starts to rock her hips up, urging him deeper, he withdraws his hand. She’s clearly into it; she looks completely disappointed that he’s stopped. He stands up.
“But…”
He silences her with a glare over his shoulder. She looks instantly coy and contrite-she knows now that he’s started a game. “Lose the slip,” he orders. He leaves her to obey and heads to the washroom to wash his hands and grab the KY.
Upon his return, he finds her waiting expectantly, sitting on her heels in the center of the bed. He tosses the bottle to her, “Hold this.” Her eyes widen and follow him as he strips, and lies down beside her. He’s already hard, and she can’t take her eyes off his erection. She swallows hard. “I’ll take that KY now please.” She is excited to see what he’ll do with it, and feels vaguely disappointed when he drops it onto the bed beside him. “C’mere.”
He tugs her by her wrist, and she lifts a knee to straddle him. His hands on her hips arrange her to his specifications, then his fingers wrap around his erection as he guides it to her entrance. She pauses. “I thought…”
He raises his eyebrows. “I thought you were mine.”
She trembles a bit. It thrills her when he’s possessive. She bends her knees further, forcing him into her. “I am.”
“Good girl.” House’s hands on her hips guide her to rock forward and back, fucking him. “Rub your clit for me.”
She licks her fingers and obediently applies them to her clit. It’s delicious fucking, but utterly vanilla. She tells herself to just close her eyes and enjoy it. She is thrusting herself onto his cock as hard as she can when she feels pressure. She groans as he slides his well lubricated thumb into her ass.
He can tell she’s enjoying it from the way she clenches her muscles. He can feel her simultaneously squeeze his hard-on and thumb. After giving her a moment to adjust, he replaces his thumb with two fingers.
“Ohgod,” she cries. She fucks him faster, forcing herself back harder onto his hand again and again. Soon he’s moved up to three fingers, spreading and twisting them as she slides up and down on his cock. “More,” she pleads.
“More?”
“Oh yeah,” she groans, rubbing her clit as fast as she can, “I wish you could…everywhere…”
He daren’t give her more fingers-already his fingers fuck her as wide as his erection would, if not as deep. He gives her more by pushing his long fingers in as deep and hard as he can. He can feel himself screwing her; it’s intensely erotic. “Cameron, I don’t think I can wait…”
This announcement pushes her over the edge: she’s pleased him and that’s all she wants in the world. She comes explosively: screaming, clutching his shoulders. She continues to rock above him, insensible, until he pulls his hand from her, pulls her down hard by her hips, and comes inside her.
He rolls her carefully onto her back. “You ok?”
“Mmm,” she moans, “Better than ok.”
“Wait just a second ok?”
“Mmhmm.” Cameron curls up on her side and closes her eyes. Before she even notices time has passed, House is back, dressed in pajama pants and carrying a warm washcloth. He tidies her up, tucks her under the sheets and kisses her forehead. Minutes later he is slipping into bed with her.
He pulls her close, enjoys the way she carefully wraps her limbs around him. He never would have thought he’d like clinging, but he does. He loves the contented post-coital sighs she makes, the way she nestles against his chest. He loves the way she so clearly belongs to him.
FIN
Ch. 9: Withholding