Hello, here I have started a new series here. It's very smutty and very mature, I warn you. All it is are the sexual escapades of House and Cuddy, each chapter is a different sex encounter and because of that the chapters aren't connected to each other. Some are from House or Cuddy's POV and written as such while others are from second person POV but focused on one character's side of it. Sorry, I'm probably just confusing you here, I'll stop rambling expect to say...

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Chapter 1- I Like To Watch

Cuddy- 15th May 2006

It had been a while. OK, that was a lie. It had been ages. It had actually been months since I'd had sex and I was desperate for it. Just because I dismiss House's comments about sex, it doesn't mean I don't like it. When I'm with a man who knows what he's doing, then I love it!

But with work and House interrupting me on my days off, I don't have a spare minute for a date. And I'm not a prude, I have masturbated many times before. And that was how I was spending my Friday night. House had been particularly annoying, and when I went to tell him off, he got too close and set my senses on fire. And so for the rest of the day, I kept imagining myself kissing him passionately, have him pulsating in my hand before thrusting him into me. And the cold shower I had didn't help, I wanted him so badly I swear could feel him inside me.

Sadly I didn't even know what that would feel like, because for all his commetns about us we had never actually slept together. Everyone thinks we had something back at University but we never did, I actually barely knew him, only by reputation.

I let my robe drop off by my bed, and lay naked on top of my bed. I closed my eyes and let my hands run over my body, stroking my breasts, the nipples already erect from the shower, venturing past my stomach. My left hand remained there, while my right continued to my thigh slowly running on the inside.

Suddenly I heard a noise from outside, a bin knocked over or car hitting the curb, I stopped and my eyes shot open. I propped myself up on my elbows, perked up my ears and waited with baited breath but when I heard nothing for a minute or so, I lay back down, convinced it was just a routine neighbourhood noise and satisfied there would be no more interruptions.

I closed my eyes once again, my passion already returning fiercely. My left hand massaged my breasts, alternating between them, while my right hand barely touched my clit, pushing past the moist curls of my trimmed pubic hair, despite House's jokes about my waxes. I paused as a face appeared in my imagination at that thought.

House.

I imagined he was above me, his rough stubble scraping across my neck, sucking softly there, such a contrast. His skilled fingers ran over my body, playing some tune only he knew but he was doing his best to get it through to me. I imagined he gave me that smirk, because he knew what he was doing. He was skilled at everything, absolutely everything. And he thrust up inside me.

I bit my lip as I plunged two of my own fingers inside me. I wriggled about on my bed, shifting on my hand. It didn't feel right, no House was bigger than that. I adjusted and slipped another finger in, joining with my thumb to pinch my clit. I whimpered and pulled my legs up a little wriggling my toes on my soft linen, moving so I could fit my hand inside me better, trying my best to touch that molten core right a the back of my cunt, but couldn't find it.

I drove my slim fingers inside myself in a fast pulse, making myself come with ease, it wasn't mind-blowing like I hoped or expected but it was enough to quell my sexual appetite, if only a couple of degrees. But I needed more, I needed an actual person. I sighed as I finally pulled my wet fingers out and lay them on my stomach.

I groaned as I imagined myself clenching around House and him kissing me full on, making my lips swollen as he spilt inside me. How I wished it was him getting me off, I whispered his name in a bid to make him appear. "Greg, please."

"Lisa."

I opened my eyes as horror shot through me. No, not horror.

Embarrassment.

Shame.

Humiliation.

Disgrace.

Mortification.

Indignity.

Nothing could describe how I was feeling right then, when I looked over and saw House leaning against the door jamb between my bedroom and the hallway. I looked over at him, even though there was only a low lamp on, I knew he had probably seen everything. I could feel my face filling up with blood, turning red from embarrassment. House was here invading my privacy again, at my most secretive, the one thing I had never shared and didn't want to.

I pulled my covers over myself, even though he had seen everything now, so it didn't matter. I couldn't look at him, I was too embarrassed, there would be no way he would ever let me forget this. Any time I spoke to him, he would be undressing me with my eyes or any time I gave him an order, he would ignore me and think of this night and any time I looked at him, he would smirk at me because he would know.

"Lisa." He said softly again as I felt my bed dip, he wasn't leaving me to melt in my shame, he was gonna stay. Fuck! "Lisa."

I forced myself to look at him, and I was stunned with what I saw. House wasn't gloating at me or getting ready to smirk at me. In fact I saw nothing like that across his handsome features. The passion and lust in his eyes were startling, he looked like he had never been so turned on before. I let my eyes venture over his body and my suspicions were confirmed when through the darkness I could see his jeans straining to keep his cock in check.

As I continued to stare at his jeans, he leaned over to me and bent his head to my lips, just mere millimetres away, I felt his breath wash over mine. He didn't kiss me though like I wished he would, my lips were getting swollen with need again so I licked them and in turn licked his lips as well. I lifted my eyes from his jeans and met his clear blue eyes. All the desire and longing of the world was contained in them.

"You don't have to imagine." House whispered. "I'm better than your imagination, I promise you."

That was a typical House comment I had expected. It was comforting as I closed the gap between our lips. My hands wound up around his neck, pulling him closer to me, as I sucked on his tongue. I heard him groan in appreciation and smirked against his lips and my heart raced as I felt him return the smirk.

I pulled away breathless, wondering how far we were gonna go, despite the fact that I was naked under a thin probably transparent sheet and House was fighting the biggest hard-on I had ever seen.

Before I could figure anything out, passion coursed through my body and all I could focus on was House and how I was gonna make him mine. That night. Forget the rules, our jobs, anyone else or the ramifications. It was just the two of us in the moment, one that had to be continued.

"Now, I need you." I said, as House managed to wrangle himself out of his shirt. I pressed myself up again his torso, my naked breasts scraping against his chest hair.

"Dear God, Cudddddy." He groaned as I kissed my way down his stubbled jaw and down his chest, reaching his navel and following the thick line of hair there, leading to what could give us our release. I pried open his jeans, I swear I could hear them creaking as I wrenched them down, mindful of his leg, ignoring his scar altogether, I had more important things to focus on.

Within seconds he was as naked as me, I wanted to touch him, explore him and make every inch of him all mine for the rest of time, but I desperately needed him in me now. I smiled as I lowered myself over him. He held his breath as I wriggled on top of him, my theories were correct, he was bigger and he felt so much better inside me, like he fit perfectly. I shifted over him till I found the most pleasurable spot, apparently House approved as he groaned and cried out my name, when I began moving. I smiled as I felt him reaching right down inside me, right to the hidden corner of my quivering clit, bruising the soft walls of my sex.

As I felt myself clenching around him in ecstasy, I knew he was right, it was better than my imagination. I could feel his fluid spurt inside me before he became soft inside me. I smiled down at him and slowly climbed off him, with great effort.

I pulled the covers over my sweat soaked body, letting it seep into the thin material, I could feel the inside of my thighs were sticky, I didn't want to wash it off, I wanted to know it was real.

After my breath returned to normal, I turned to House, who was looking back at me, with a look of passion and amusement.

"Why?" I asked. I didn't have to say anymore, he knew what I wanted to know, why he had come there.

"I like to watch." He said with a small smile.

I smiled back at him before replying. "Well, I like to play."