Foreman's eyes flew open without his permission when Amber touched him. Going way too far. Not just her hands massaging his balls, or her fingers gripping his ass as she pulled him deeper. She was rubbing a finger behind his balls, slick with lube, and Foreman's heart slammed against his sternum. Jesus. "What--" He tensed his stomach muscles, getting his elbows under him and looking down at her. Her mouth was still around his cock, and that was every bit as arousing as he'd thought, but he couldn't appreciate it, not with the sudden icy feeling in his gut. "What are you--doing?"

She hadn't done anything yet, but her intentions were all too clear. Foreman wriggled back, clenching up before she could make another move. Did she actually think he wanted that? In theory, maybe, he understood the appeal, but he couldn't imagine getting off on having a finger up his ass. "Wait. Amber--" Fuck. He didn't want to sound like he was afraid of what she'd do, but Christ, this was the kind of thing that they could talk about before going full steam ahead. "I don't..." He forced a swallow. "Uh, I don't think I want that." He didn't sound half as sure when he spoke as he felt, but for fuck's sake, she'd nearly shocked a few years off his life. His breathing was shallow, his eyes wide as he looked down his torso at her. He was still hard--and God, the way she'd been sucking him, that had felt so damn good, and he'd been starting to strain, losing himself in every single motion of her mouth, her tongue. It hadn't been terrible. In fact, physically, it had felt fine. But that didn't mean he was interested in going further. A second longer, Foreman was sure, it'd hurt; he couldn't imagine how or why it worked for anyone else. He'd never done anal, either giving or receiving, and maybe that made him unadventurous, but so far he'd survived just fine without it. He didn't need to learn more about himself tonight.