Amber squirmed slightly as Eric's finger delved deeper; felt good, she wanted more, but it was awkward too. The angle wasn't quite right and the way he was doing it, slow, circular, felt more like an examination than an attempt to turn her on. And why did he have to bring up the basketball game? She'd almost forgotten it and her wretched defeat. Amber's grip slackened then tightened excessively to compensate for that slip; well, he had asked for harder.

Settling for a pressure between the two extremes, Amber pressed her thumb into the under part of his shaft, rubbing the firm and yet oh so sensitive flesh just beneath his head. "Yeah," Amber breathed into his ear, closing her eyes, imagining. Wouldn't have been the right moment to fuck, she was too busy trying to win, but that aside, it'd be amazing to have that kind of audience. And she liked hearing her proud and shy Eric fantasizing people watching them. "Want everyone to know--" Paused to suck his earlobe, lick his jaw beneath. "How hot we are, make them all jealous-- ahh--"

She had to tilt her head back, drive her hips up. He wasn't exploring no more, stroking now, inside and over her clit. Amber stood on her toes, digging her shoulder blades into the door as she arched for more of that pressure. "S'good," she let out. "Real good." It took every ounce of concentration to not simply give in to the jolts of pleasure his every thumb flick brought, to not release herself to abandon. Forced herself to focus through the haze and fist his erection, to curve her other hand around him and down his ass crack. Still. Really hard to keep at it. Amber was burning up, from Eric's warmth and her own growing heat. Had practically forgotten they were in a shower, despite the wet strands against her neck, the hint of soap and mildew. Eric's scent was so much stronger, and he was all she could see, hear, feel. "Annh."