Drunken Illusions ((NC-17))

[Dr. Lisa Cuddy]

Cuddy shuddered and let out a wonderful scream as her lower lips were stimulated. At Angel's words, Cuddy turned a sultry smile and her best set of bedroom eyes on House, following Angel to his bed. Her eyes followed the movement of his hand as Angel moved the sheets. Placing one knee on the mattress, she leaned in, climbing up slowly. Deftly, she reached out and wrapped the slim fingers of one hand around his wrist.

"Come now..." she muttered, voice husky from her previous moaning and screaming. "We promise not to bite. Unless you ask us nicely." Cuddy wasn't even sure what part of her brain was making her say these things, but she didn't care. It felt right to be saying the words, natural, even.

[Dr. Gregory House]

As the two woman crawled on the bed toward him, House could only watch, shiver when Cuddy put her hand on his wrist, stilling his motion. His boxers were wrapped around his thighs, hiding the surgical scar. Of the two women in the room, only Cuddy had seen the concave mess that used to be his thigh muscle. Since Angel was a hallucination, he had no idea whether or not she'd react-- or how-- to his imperfection. His hallucination had changed abruptly, engaging him more physically than before.

He liked it. Wanted them to make love over him. Wanted them to touch him. The waiting was unbearable. "Please, please," he begged, shamelessly. It was a hallucination; he was prepared for all kinds of out of character actions if it would only let him feel the release of the tension, the ecstasy. "Make me feel good," he groaned, his free hand twisting his sheets, his shirt damp with his sweat. He could smell the husk of the two's love making wafting over to him.

[Dr Angel Fraser]

Now the fun part began, not that making out with one's boss wasn't fun. Angel let her hand run over his inner thigh, teasingly stroking it. "We can make you feel good... We can make you feel oh so good." She purred, kissing his neck. She then leaned across and kissed Cuddy in front of House.

"Would you like to go first?" She inquired, the hand on his inner thigh moving higher. Her fingers wrapped around his member, applying gentle pressure to it. Stroking it slowly, she looked up at him, then at Cuddy. She leaned in and gave the tip a teasing lick.

[Dr. Lisa Cuddy]

So into it now that nothing mattered but this moment, this room, Cuddy responded eagerly to Angel's kiss.

"Mm..." she hummed, pretending to think. "What's wrong with sharing?" She allowed her swollen lips to form a pout as she watched Angel's hand. "I want to share..." Of course, Cuddy didn't really want to share, but taking House all to herself would break the illusion. They couldn't have that, could they? As Angel leaned in, Cuddy slowly and carefully swung one leg over so that she was straddling his stomach. She took the hand that she'd grabbed and placed it over her breast.

"Do you like this?" she asked coyly, leaning down so that her lips were next to his, but not touching. Smirking sexily, she licked the corner of his mouth and blew across it before kissing him. As she pulled away, she flicked her tongue over his bottom lip. Sitting straight up, she fixed House with the sauciest look she could muster and pressed both of her hands to his chest.

[Dr. Gregory House]

House watched the two kiss over him, and it was so arousing, he could barely stand it. He groaned as he felt Angel take him in hand, and his arousal was only increased as he felt her tongue flicking the tip of his penis. Cuddy was straddling his stomach, raising his hand to her breast. He eagerly touched her soft flesh, marveling at the feel of it. He ran his thumb over the erect and pert nipple even as his fingers curved to gently run over the swell of her breast just shy of her ticklish under arm.

"Yes," he hissed, "I like this a lot." Her breath was warm against his cheek, her lips at the corner of his mouth. Pressed against his lips. He groaned against her touch on his chest. His hips bucked, wanting more contact with Angel's mouth, his free hand sliding up to Cuddy's hip. "More," he moaned.

[Dr Angel Fraser]

"I don't mind sharing.... Sharing can be fun." Angel purred, swinging herself across his legs. Leaning down again, she gave Cuddy's lower back a teasing lick before moving back to his member. She began to suck on his engorged manhood, one hand wrapped around the base of his shaft. Bobbing her head up and down, she coated his member with her saliva.

After a couple of minutes,she pushed Cuddy up a little further, closer to House's head. Moving up his legs, she positioned herself over top of his member, teasing the tip against her wet slit. Slowly lowering herself ontop of his member, she leaned in and began to nip at Cuddy's neck, Angel's hand resting on Cuddy's other breast.

[Dr. Lisa Cuddy]

Arching her back at the feel of Angel's tongue on her back, Cuddy pressed her breast into House's hand, pressing her own hands harder against his chest, running her hands over his nipples, pinching them, twisting them. Heightening his pleasure. Her smirk still firmly in place, she moved up obligingly when she was nudged.

Moaning as her other breast was taken, she tilted her head to give Angel access, her dark curls shifting over her shoulder like a silk curtain. Pulling away from Angel's nips after a brief moment, Cuddy leaned in again, one hand guiding House's hand down her leg...guiding him to where she wanted, needed to be touched. In the same movement, she swooped in again. As she pressed her lips once more to House's, she thrust her tongue into his mouth, hoping he would return the action without her insistence.

[Dr. Gregory House]

House moaned as Angel seated herself onto his hot, engorged cock. The silk of her tight heat enveloping him, making him breathe harshly.

Cuddy kissed him, holding his hand down at the soft folds of her wet pussy. Sensations were all so much for him; he capitulated to Cuddy's forceful tongue, letting her in. His tongue met hers, dueling for supremacy. He groaned into her mouth, then slid both hands onto her ass, pulling her hips up close to his mouth. His tongue delved into her sensitive flesh, finding the tight nub of her clitoris and manipulating it. His lips suckled at her juices intermittently tasting her. Smelling her heat and her sweat.

His hips strained uselessly, trying to arch upward to meet more of Angel's warm openness. Wanting to move into her more deeply, but tied down helplessly, pinned by gravity and a bum leg.

[Dr Angel Fraser]

Angel moaned softly as she began to rock back and forth on House's member. Noticing that his hands had moved to Cuddy's ass, she smirked and moved both her hands to the other woman's breasts, rubbing and teasing them. She started to move up and down on his manhood, enjoying the feel. "Mm, how is his tongue?" She purred, watching what House was doing to Cuddy.

[Dr. Lisa Cuddy]

Cuddy gasped into House's mouth as she felt his tongue do battle with hers. When the kiss was broken and she was pulled forward, the most unearthly screech of pleasure erupted from her as House went down on her. "Yes.....God, YES!" she moaned, rocking forward just slightly to meet his tongue. Oh, this was unbelievable. But she didn't want to come like this, not entirely sure why. She moaned in pure ecstasy as Angel took hold of her breasts again.

Gasping, she struggled to answer her partner. "Oh..." she groaned. "So...unbelievable...." As good as this felt, she wanted to switch places with Angel...wanted to experience what she was positive the woman behind her was feeling. Twisting her head back to kiss Angel again, she whispered, "Care to see for yourself?" before pressing her lips to the other woman's.

[Dr. Gregory House]

House groaned, hands flopping uselessly. He knocked over the bedside lamp, caught his fingers on the drawer and yanked it open. His tongue still worked away at Cuddy's clit, his nose still in her musky curls of her vagina. Angel was a demon on his cock, squeezing him with her inner muscles as she rode him. What he could see of Cuddy was hidden by Angel's hands on her breasts. The image was so hot, he felt he would be driven mad.

He uttered a whimper breathing harshly against Cuddy, a hand finding her ass and kneading it. He wanted so much, he couldn't stand it. He wanted more. He wanted everything. Beads of water ran down his hypersensitive skin, driving him to desperate heights.

[Dr Angel Fraser]

"Mm, yes please..." She moaned. Of course she wasn't completely willing to give up her place on his manhood, but she did want to see what was giving Cuddy so much pleasure. She moved herself off of House's member and kissed Cuddy's neck, licking at her nape. Sliding herself up House's stomach, she pressed up against Cuddy's back, playing with her nipples. "Switch, your turn to take a ride." She purred, looking over Cuddy's shoulder at House's face. "I think he's rather enjoying this."

[Dr. Lisa Cuddy]

Thank you, she thought to whatever deity might have been listening. Humming in contentment as her neck was kissed again, she sighed. It left an empty feeling to be giving up this insane torture, but at least she was getting what she wanted. Pulling away from Angel, she carefully slid to the side, carefully repositioned herself on the mattress. Before moving to her new position, she leaned in one last time from the side, kissing House again, tasting herself on his lips. A second or two later, she pulled back, swinging herself behind Angel.

Slowly, tortuously, Cuddy ran a finger up the underside of the shaft, starting at the base, then ran her whole hand back down. She repeated the movement a couple of times before seizing him. The time had come. The anguish she was sure he was going through had to equal her own pain and suffering at this moment. Without further ado, she slid herself down, slowly, very slowly. She had to torture him the way he had tortured her earlier. Once seated, Cuddy grabbed his hips, pinning them so he couldn't try anything. Grinning lasciviously, she rotated her hips once, twice, three times, before rising up about halfway, and slamming herself back down.

If she remembered, and if he hadn't changed too much, rough sex was the best sex. She took the chance to glance over Angel's shoulder at the look on House's face. "Having fun, Greg?" she asked, unsure if his fantasies used his given name or not. If not, she hoped the usage would emulate their past relationship.

[Dr. Gregory House]

House whimpered when Angel's warm heat drew away, leaving him cold and achingly hard. Cuddy moved away from him as well, and he moaned. He reached out and felt the soft flesh of Angel's thigh. He drew her to him, roughly, kissing and mouthing hard at her thigh, before he felt Cuddy's hand on his cock, torturing him with insanely light touches that left him wanting more, harder. She finally alighted on him, sinking down onto him so slowly that every centimeter of his cock was aching with the anticipation of being surrounded by her tight heat.

His tongue found Angel's clitoris, and licked it, stimulating it, trying to send lighting bolts of pleasure through her. His hands wrapped around her thighs, pulling her closer to his face. Her skin was soft, smooth. Shaved. God, the knowledge sent illicit thrills down his spine. He moaned, sensations driving him crazy. Cuddy rotated around his prick, sending new messages to his brain of good. More. Now. Before he knew it, he was crying out into Angel's vagina, muffled, because Cuddy had slammed down so hard, so good onto him. So deep, his scrotum pulled and his balls tightened and sweat broke out.

He was nearly insensate, but pulled away from Angel enough to gasp in air, "oh God, Lisa, more! Harder!"

[Dr Angel Fraser]

Finding herself pulled up to House's mouth, Angel grinned. His tongue felt so good against her clit, she let out a loud moan. Cuddy had been right, it felt so good. She heard him cry out, and she had felt herself getting rather close to climax. She wanted more of his tongue, she wanted to cum for him, wanted him to cum as well as Cuddy. Unable to hold any more of her pleasure in, she felt herself reach climax, his tongue was just too good. "Oh god, House!" She cried out.