Greg

[lyricsoul]

"Well, I'll see what I can do about that," she laughed, pulling him inside and shutting the door behind them. In the dark of the cottage she pressed tight to him and kissed him hungrily.

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[drfeelbad]

"That's good," murmured House, sliding his fingers lightly through her hair. "So fucking good."

[lyricsoul]

Lyric kept on, moaning softly, making sure to give Greg some lewd, wet sounds before she pulled away and stood up.

"You got me so wet. Come fuck me," she said as she stripped her shirt off. She hadn't bothered with a bra today so she stood before him only in low hanging tight jeans.

[drfeelbad]

House yanked down his jeans and underwear. "Get on the bed," he said softly. "Show me how ready you are."

[lyricsoul]

Lyric wriggled out of her jeans and fell back on the bed. She spread her legs, drawing one knee up, and she let her fingers trail down until she could slide them through the slick. She'd seen enough porn to put on a good show, loving the fact that his eyes were on her. She missed having an audience and if this was how she could get one...good.

[drfeelbad]

That was... more than House was expecting. He watched her. Objectifying, yes, and not feeling one bit guilty about it.

He limped over, slowly, his hand on his bad leg. Stopped so that he was standing in front of her, looking down at her. "Do you do this a lot?" he asked, his voice soft. "Touch yourself, here in this bed?"

[lyricsoul]

"All the time, love," she grinned, her eyes half closed. "Think about you inside me...no one's ever made me come the way you do."

[drfeelbad]

House's lips curved into a slow smile. "Really?" He wasn't sure whether to believe her or not, but either way he guessed it was nice to hear.

[lyricsoul]

"Really? Really. Chavs and club rats don't give a shit if you get off so long as they do," she scoffed. "You...you're different. You fuck like you've got something to prove."

[drfeelbad]

"Maybe that's just because you're always on top," House said, but still looked pleased. He moved closer to her, and then put his hands on her thighs and pulled her down so that he could stand between her spread legs. He felt her moistness against his skin. "Jesus I really did make you wet."

[lyricsoul]

"Told you so," she said, pushing up to lean back on her elbows. "You gonna get in bed or what?"

[drfeelbad]

House didn't answer her. Instead, he dropped to his knees in front of her (with a brief wince), and then leaned in and began licking her vigorously.

[lyricsoul]

His hair was just long enough that she could thrust her fingers into it and hold on. She gasped again and again, bucking against his mouth. She knew what she liked, and he was so damn good she didn't have to try to get what she needed...he just gave it to her.

[drfeelbad]

Fucking ilke he had something to prove. Yes, that was exactly what he was doing.

He went about making her come, purposefully, knowing it wouldn't be the only time tonight.

[lyricsoul]

She jerked and bucked as it exploded through her. The first one was always the best, he always made sure of that.

She lay panting on the bed, her legs going loose and dropping even more wide open.

"Fucking hell she gasped.

[drfeelbad]

House lifted his head and got carefully to his feet. He lifted her leg and kissed it a few times as he made his way around and climbed onto the bed beside her.

[lyricsoul]

She moved fluidly, rolling over and straddling him. She was used to being on top, and she understood why. Didn't bother her a bit.

"You think I'm pretty?" she asked, squirming on top of him, getting him slick.

[drfeelbad]

"Yeah..." House breathed. "I think you're fuckin' hot." Brief pause. "Condoms over there." He pointed to the bedside table.

[lyricsoul]

"Yeah, I know," she said, but then moved a bit to position him and sink onto him without worrying about all that nonsense.

[drfeelbad]

"For fuck's sake, Lyric - " House blurted, not sounding happy, but it was hard to protest further once he was inside her. The scolding on the tip of his tongue turned into a groan instead.

[lyricsoul]

"Fuck, you feel good," she sighed, sitting up a bit so she could ride him. "Feels good. You, in me. God, I love your cock. Fuck me hard, Greg..."

[drfeelbad]

House wasn't actually all that concerned about STDs himself, he was too self destructive for that. He was, however, very concerned about getting her pregnant. Christ. This was one reason to stick to fucking men.

But it was really hard to worry too much about that when she was moving like that on him. And she had such a dirty mouth. "Keep talking."

[lyricsoul]

"I can feel you all the way inside me. You know I want you, right? I want it?" she asked, rising and then grinding down, her whole body moving in an obscene dance.

[drfeelbad]

House knew that one of the things he liked about her was how she fed his ego. But he loved it, he needed it. So he encouraged it. "Oh yeah?" he groaned as he put his hands on her hips, gripping her hard.

[lyricsoul]

"Fuck, yes. You make me come so hard. You want me, I know you want me. I'm gonna ride you til you can't take it," she promised. This was as close as she got to the thrill of a crowd and it wasn't the same, not a bit, but it was better than nothing. She could tell he adored her, at least while she was on top of him.

[drfeelbad]

"Yes..." he moaned. He couldn't get over her enthusiasm, and how it was genuinely directed at him. She was riding him like she couldn't get enough of it. She also felt a little like one of those crazy girls who were amazing in bed but should come with warning labels. She hadn't snapped yet, though.