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Owen and Tosh hadn't set a date, but it didn't stop Jack from making good on his 'threat'. He headed for her hut...her and Mark, that was right. She wasn't living alone anymore.

Jack knocked on the door frame and waited. There wasn't really any tactful way to ask her for this favor, but he wasn't too worried about getting slapped. Not by Maureen.

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Maureen turned around on his lap, bending over to give him a great view of her ass. "I wanna zig-a-zig-ah?" she offered, laughing.

Then she turned back again, grinding against his lap a little, figuring that if she could ignore his erection he could ignore that her panties were getting a little damp.

"So am I supposed to get naked or is this the end?"

"At the party, it's up to you," Jack said, raising a hand and hooking the edge of her panties so he could trail his fingers along the curve until he could feel how wet she was.

"Right now? I'd love it if you kept going."

"Well you should ask Owen," Maureen suggested, sucking in a breath as he touched her. "I don't want to get him in trouble with his fiance, or offend anyone. But as for now..."

She got up off of his lap and turned her back to him again, moving her hips and ass slowly as she pulled down the thong.

Owen was the last thing on his mind. When she turned, Jack sat up straighter and when she started to strip off the panties he took hold of her waist in both hands.

It took nothing to lean forward a little more and draw his tongue down from her tailbone, urging her to bend over so he could lick more.

Maureen gasped in surprise, the dancing suddenly forgotten.

Instinctively, she bent over, not really giving a fuck why this was happening now.

He let go of her waist and spread her a little, tongue pressing in. He hadn't eaten her pussy in ages, but he wasn't going to pass up the opportunity. His tongue slid along one side, then the other, and finaly flicked her clit.

"Oh, jesus," Maureen gasped. "F-f-f-fuck..." That felt fucking amazing, and for a second she was afraid her knees were going to buckle.

Jack groaned softly, tongue thrusting into her again and again, one hand moving to his fly. He undid it quickly and reached in to stroke his cock, just to get the relief of a little friction. He wanted her to come hard, and come fast, so he focused on her clit with lips and tongue.

"Oh fuck, Jack, oh god yeah, just there... fuck, yes... oh Jesus, Jack - Jack...."

She came almost immediately. Loudly.

He licked her clean and kissed down the back of her thigh, smiling against her skin. She was one of the few people he was pretty sure he wouldn't have to actually seduce.

"Maureen...get a condom, gorgeous..."

"Fuck, sugar, you don't have to ask me twice."

She straightened up, walking over to a bag of her things on the other side of the room, unhooking her bra and letting it fall on the way. She returned with a condom, ripping the wrapper with her teeth and then kneeling in front of him, where she proceeded to put the condom on his cock with her mouth.

"Oh, God," he groaned, tangling his fingers in her hair. It was a gorgeous sight and it had been ages since he'd watched a woman sucking his cock. It was almost enough to make his mouth go dry.

He tugged at her hair lightly, just enough to get her attention. "You feel like getting fucked hard, sweetheart?" he rasped.

Maureen pulled away, condom firmly in place. "Oh yeah," she said, licking her lips.

Jack shifted so he could kick off his shoes and get out of his jeans. "Was hoping you'd say that," he said, offering her a hand up once he'd stripped.

Maureen let him pull her to her feet, and she pressed herself against him. "Fuck me, Jack," she growled against his mouth and then kissed him fiercely.

He reached down and hooked her leg, hiking her thigh up against his hip. He kissed her back, greedy for her tongue and everything he could touch. Twisting, he pushed her onto the bed, slowing her descent. From there, it took nothing to drag his cock against her until he slid into her with one smooth motion.

Maureen cried out, wrapping her arms around him and thrusting her hips up towards him. "Fuck yes, Jack..."

"Christ, Maureen," he hissed as he pushed forward to meet her. He braced himself on an elbow, the other hand finding her breast and toying with her nipple as he kissed her. It took the span of a few heartbeats for him to lose every thought except how good she felt, how good fucking her felt, how good she sounded.

"Oh yeah, Jack," she moaned, arching her back off of the bed and wrapping her legs around him. "Harder, baby, faster."

He had his nose in a book about Polanski that he'd read a few times before, so the fact that Maureen sounded like that didn't faze him too much until he was in the doorway and realized that she wasn't alone and was actually meaning it. THere had been the chance she could have been, um, rehearsing something?

God, that man's ass...and her legs...her voice and...was that Harkness??? Fuck, he was hard almost instantly but anger quickly flared up and he could feel his face flush and burn. It was one thing for Maureen to fuck around. They weren't, like, together so...

But Harkness was with House and there she was and there he was and...FUCK...

He couldn't move. He needed to turn and get out, but he couldn't move.

Jack's whole world was beneath him on the bed. He groaned something unintelligible and craned his neck so he could taste the warmth of her skin and the tang of sweat. Harder and faster he could do. He could do anything...

"Fuck," Maureen gasped, "oh god, baby, that feels so good..." She arched her back more, head falling off the end of the makeshift bed, hair dragging against the floor, tightening her legs around him. "Tell me how good it feels, I want to make you come so hard you forget your name..."

Oh, God...Mark was half horrified and half turned on so badly, and the worst part was he couldn't will his feet to move. He couldn't look away from all the bare skin and the way they moved and...wow, did she really like that? I sort of looked like it--Oh. Right.

Mark shook his head to clear his mind and turned to leave. He made it down the steps and halfway through Bohemia before he heard her again and the embarassment of walking in on them turned to anger. Jealousy, maybe, but mostly anger.

"Fuck, Maureen," Jack growled against her skin. "You're so fucking hot. Gorgeous. Jesus, move like that again...God...come for me again. Want you so bad, sweet--uhh..."

Maureen thrust her hips up towards him and arched her back more, digging her freshly painted nails into his back for leverage. "Fuck yeah, Jack, oh god, I love your cock, just a little more, I'm so fucking close..."

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