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It was a short walk to House's hut (previously Cameron's hut) as he certainly hadn't been about to park his bike somewhere far away. He'd been right, he wasn't having trouble walking - in fact, being high made it a bit easier since his leg wasn't throbbing like usual. He and Pamela kept up their usual banter on the way, but mostly it was him making blind jokes and innuendos - she didn't seem to mind.

When they got there, he said, "Home sweet home. Here's the tour: bed is five paces straight in front of you."

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House groans softly as his cock slides across her hip. The only stitch of clothing left between them is her panties, and he slips his hand down the front of them as he murmurs, "This is so fucking hot."

Pamela tilts her hips toward him, the touch sparking through her body.

"You bet your ass it is," she quips, the rough moaning quality to her voice taking away the sharpness of the come back. Besides, she's too busy exploring his chest with one hand and sliding the other lower to rub his cock.

"Oh Jesus," House groans as soon as her fingers wrap around his cock. And when he slides his fingers between her legs he makes another sound of appreciation.

He's starting to get unsteady on his feet at his point, so he pulls them backwards down onto the bed. His fingers probe deeper as he bends his head to flick his tongue across one of her nipples.

This day is turning out so much better than it started.

She rolls a little so she's on her side. It makes it easier to move against him and after a minute she spreads her legs and hooks one over his hip. With his fingers sliding into her she gets the distinct impression that she might be falling and so she holds on thighter.

"Fuck, yeah...there," she gasps, rolling her hips so his fingers hit just the right spot. "Do it. God...right there."

He's been told he's good with his hands, so it's always nice when someone appreciates a job well done. He's loving the sounds she's making too, and it only spurs him on. God, he loves making a woman come.

Pamela grasps at him, her fingers tight and her nails biting into his skin. She stops trying to pay attention to every little detail and just rolls with it. It's not long before she's moaning louder and shaking as her orgasm overtakes her.

As soon as House feels her come down, he kisses her hard, pulling his hand away so that he can grasp her waist with both of his hands and haul her against him.

"Jesus," she exhales, squirming to get closer. All he's done is wind her up and there's no stopping now. Pressing him back against the bed with one hand, she rolls and straddles his thighs, keeping a safe distance.

"Grab that condom...I'm gonna fuck the shit out of you."

"Thank god," House said sincerely, and stretched out as far as he could to reach the night table, finally able to pull the drawer open and snatch a condom out of it. He ripped the packet open and started to roll it on his cock just in front of where she was sitting.

She waits until he's done before wrapping her fingers around him again and giving a squeeze. She smiles as she rises and moves up, then guides him into place. She's always said that she could do this with her eyes closed...now's the moment of truth.

As she drops her weight and he fills her, it's a clear bet that she's not going to have a problem. It's just like riding a biker.

"Oh, fuck," House groans, and his eyes close as well as he finds her hips with his hands and rolls his up towards her. But then he opens them again, because hell, she looks hot like that; his eyes appreciate the decision for her to ride him as much as his leg does.

She starts slow, but that doesn't last long. She's had too many lovers over too many years, and Pamela holds nothing back. She's doing it for herself, eager to try to come again. The fact that he's going to lose his mind is just an added bonus.

"C'mon, baby," she gasps. "Not gonna break me. Fuck me. Make me come." It sounds like a challenge...but it might be the easiest challenge of his life.

"Jesus Christ, woman, I already did that once," House ground out, but there was obvious humor in his voice. He thrust up hard into her and dug his fingers hard into her waist before bringing one hand up to cup her breast.

Pamela chuckles between gasping breaths, and leans forward into his hand.

"Do it again," she growls, already so close that the slight change of angle makes her buck and shake. "Shit...ohshit...God, yes, that..."

"Fuck," House gasps, "fuck..." He's getting close himself, starting to get into that eyes rolling into the back of his head stage.

He's impressed that he has the presence of mind at this point to think of it, but he removes his hand from her breast and shoves it between her legs where they're connected, managing to slide his fingers against her clit even as his cock thrusts in and out of her.

She practically screams as she shudders with the force of it. Her rhythm slows but she doesn't stop, riding him in time with the waves. Her whole body rocks with it and she's panting and gasping. Her hair is all over the place, she can tell, and she's broken a sweat. Just how it should be, she thinks.

"Come on," she manages to say. "Come in me. Fuck me, baby. Come on."

She doesn't have to ask twice. Hell, she didn't have to ask at all. House is on his way as soon as she comes, and he gasps and groans and grasps her waist to ground himself as he comes.

When it's over he goes limp back on the bed and has the amusing thought that it's probably a good thing she couldn't see his orgasm face.

She drops down to lay on top of him, her breath hitching as he begins to slip free. Her hand shoots down instantly to hold on so the condom doesn't slip off. She's way too old to get the clap now.

"Holy shit, Grumpy," she says, smiling against his shoulder. "That was just what I needed."

House at least has the good manners to extract the condom and dispose of it (since who knows where it would end up if she tried to), but then wraps and arm around her and sighs.

"Yeah, me too," he says. "And you can call me Greg. I've got this rule that anyone who sees me naked - well, hmm. Maybe you should just stick with Grumpy then." He smirked.

"Love that you can't lay off the blind jokes, even now," she laughs, too spent to move, much less punch him just a little. She sighs, content to simply lay still for a while.

"Greg, huh? I suppose I could call you Greg since I've done a hell of a lot more than see you naked."

"Sure, you're allowed," he said, and yawned. "Most people here call me House. Or 'hey asshole.' Or 'that guy that Jack used to fuck.'"

"Hey asshole," she tries out, then shakes her head. "Nah. I'll stick with Grumpy. It's got a lot more class." She keeps it straight for a second, then laughs a little more before she starts to get up.

"Hand me my glasses, will ya? And my clothes, I guess." They're done. She's sure she's got no reason to wear out her welcome.

He reached over and plucked her glasses of the nightstand and handed them to her. "Not that I don't appreciate a girl who'll fuck and run," he said, "but don't think you have to." He sat up so that he could scoop up her panties and hand them to her.

"I really do have a guitar."

"You really do, huh?" she replies, turning the panties until she finds the tag and can put them on properly. "How about I get dressed and you can play me something. I don't feel like hanging out in my birthday suit."

"I really do. My musical prowess is one of my few endearing qualities. In fact, I'm impressed that I got you into bed before breaking it out."

He got up so that he could hand her the rest of her clothes, and pulled on his boxers as well before limping over to where his guitar case was leaning against the wall.

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