alwaysright | October 25, 2007

October 25, 2007

Foreman stepped out of Cuddy's office, closing the door softly behind him, and paused for a moment to look down at the floor, letting out a heavy sigh. Even if Cuddy didn't let it be generally known that she was rescuing from his own fuck-up, House would know just looking at him, and from there it was only a matter of time before the entire hospital knew his business. It wasn't much of an auspicious start for controlling House. Foreman didn't believe for a minute Cuddy's words when she'd still been trying to suck up to him that he was the only one on the team who House respected. Whether it was true or not, Foreman had missed his window of opportunity to actually squeeze something worthwhile out of Cuddy, and he was stuck with unenviable task of reining House in when House definitely didn't want it.

Foreman had had a shitty summer. No job, no relationship after he'd broken up with Wendy. He'd taken the opportunity of some time off to write articles and work on his contacts--he'd even gone to a conference in August, combining it with some long-overdue vacation--but mostly he'd been hitting the pavement, looking for the perfect job. Mercy had been it. He'd only been there a month, and he'd already felt so goddamn confident. This was his in. His chance to make his mark on the field. And he'd had an amazing catch with his lymphoma patient. One glance at her lactic acid level and he'd immediately felt like he'd been struck by lightning. He was so damn sure he was as good as House, able to synthesize the answer from one lab result. And he'd been right--but that wasn't good enough.

The weather outside tonight seemed to echo his feelings. Long, grumbling rolls of thunder accompanied the downpour. Foreman pulled on his overcoat and got his umbrella. On Monday morning he'd be back here, shoved into House's insane little game for hiring a team that Cuddy had explained to him, and he wouldn't want to be here, nor would he be wanted. Until then all he had to do was stew over the situation. Any distraction would be more than welcome, but Foreman couldn't think of much to fill his time with. He headed for the doors, but he didn't walk out right away. He waited just inside the doors, staring out at the weather as if he hoped for some break in the storm. Probably about as likely as a change in his own luck.

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Amber gloated at Eric's admission. You were right. Three little words she'd never tire of hearing.

She sighed happily as he kissed her jaw, her throat. Fucking like rabbits had its definite perks, but this slow, careful exploration, it was so nice. Not that Eric seemed willing to leave it at nice: already he was riling her up again, sending her closer to orgasm by touching key areas. She moaned softly.

"As enticing as the thought of you drooling on me is," Amber joked, "I choose option number four: watch. And don't you dare fall asleep. Or touch me." She rolled them both over, coming out on top. He slipped out of her on the way, for which she was sorry, but that ride was over. For now.

Amber planted her knees on either side of him and came up so that she was kneeling over him, her legs splayed wide open. A few quick strokes over her clit and she’d be done. But if this was going to be a show… she ran her hand over her stomach, caressing herself in slow circles, her eyes never leaving Eric’s. She wanted, needed, to see his reaction. “This is how I do it, when I have no sexy strangers to fuck me.” Not strictly true, but again, this was more about performance. She slid her other hand up to her breast, kneading, tweaking her nipple. She couldn’t stifle a whimper; she really was close, and drawing it out like this, she was torturing herself. Her pelvis rocked back and forth, and that wasn’t faked, she couldn’t stop herself. “Sometimes, I, I—“ Oh, shit, she’d barely started and she was already loosing it. Her eyes fluttered close for a second, even though she wanted to keep watching her audience, and her hand snaked back to between her legs, thumbing her clit. Even without seeing, she could imagine the intensity of Eric’s gaze as she brought herself to climax.

Foreman nearly laughed when Amber tugged him back into what he suspected was her preferred position--on top. Her words, though, were more intriguing than whether she wanted to pin him down. His penis slid out of her, but Foreman didn't mind or notice. Right now, after hearing her words, he wasn't going to bother with anything else.

He didn't obey her entirely; he rested his hands on her thighs, massaging lightly as he watched. God, he had no idea where to look. His gaze flickered from the movement of her hand between her legs, to her face--he couldn't tear his eyes away from the flickering change of her expression as the pleasure became too much. "Yeah," he encouraged her. He couldn't believe that his breathing was kicking up all over again. He felt a twinge in his groin; if he hadn't come so spectacularly only a minute ago, he probably would have gotten hard just seeing her. "What else? Tell me." She was too far gone, though. Foreman studied Amber's face as her eyes fluttered closed. Her fingers were working quickly, her muscles quivering under his hands. She gasped for air, shivered, letting out small sounds. All for him. "Oh, yeah. Come on. Let me see."

He was still too spent to move, but he smiled softly at her when she finished. Gorgeous. He'd already said that, and it was true, but repeating it might seem over the top. He hoped she'd figure it out from his look, from the way he couldn't stop running his hands across her thighs and stomach. He felt damn lucky, that she'd shared that with him. The whole night. For all he knew she wasn't finished with him; she might wear him out, take all night to get what she wanted, and Foreman wouldn't mind in the least. He'd like to get cleaned up first, though. Glancing across the bed, he saw a box of tissues on the night table, and he reached out for it, grabbing a few and then reaching down to slip the condom off and wrap it up. The aftermath wasn't exactly sexy, but it had to be done. He'd need a garbage can if she had one. "Mind if the stranger hangs around for a shower?" he asked. Whatever she'd said before, Foreman didn't want to get in the way. He'd offer her the chance to subtly kick him out. If she didn't take him up on it, then he was already wondering about the encore performance she'd mentioned before.

Amber would've swatted away his touch, but that much audience participation was allowed, and her own hands were doing far too important things to be distracted. She shivered as he massaged her thighs. Eric's encouragements, oh god. That's what she needed. His words, his rapt expression, all for her. She couldn't think straight, not like this. She half-heard him ask for more details, and she would've told him, real things and made-up shit, anything, but it was too late. "Oh, god," she cried out, shaking all the harder because of his let me see. Her orgasm burst though her in wave after wave, lasting all longer because she rubbed her clit, her entrance, at just the right times and pressure. She shuddered at the end, sitting on Eric, then falling down besides him. She breathed heavily, needing oxygen most of all. This orgasm had been more intense than the last one, if only because it came so quickly after the previous one.

As she came to herself, she spread an arm and a leg across his body, cozying up against him. She smiled at him. He was glowing at her, soft and almost tender. His warm energy made her feel good, glad to be here with him. She wanted more of him. Wanted to lick and kiss his slick skin all over, slow and thoroughly. Which was why she pouted when he reached for the tissues and asked for a shower, already cleaning up. Did his vanity keep him from being a bit messy? He couldn't bear to not be perfect for even a few moments? "But I wanted to--" She paused. On second thought... one of the things she had planned, it was better if he showered. She leaned over and, hands on his chest, kissed his bottom lip. "You know what," she batted her eyelashes. "You wash up. All over, okay? There’s a trash can in the bathroom, the door right next to this bedroom."

Foreman moved closer to Amber to drop a kiss on her pouty lower lip. "I won't be long," he said. He wondered exactly what she'd almost said. What she wanted. Too bad she'd cut herself off. But it was clear now that she wanted him to stay. Foreman had been pretty sure--after that, why would either of them want to give up the chance at a second round if they didn't have to?--but he felt better being sure. No point in pushing for something and making a great night into an awkward wait for the morning after.

Amber was draped over him, and Foreman felt suddenly relaxed enough that he didn't want to move. He'd asked about the shower as an excuse to leave if he needed one, but now that he didn't, he'd rather stay in bed and keep kissing and touching. Amber wouldn't have to wait too long if she wanted to see him inspired again--not if she kept making cryptic comments about how thoroughly he should wash; he wanted to know exactly what she meant by that. Foreman met her quick kiss and raised his eyebrow. "You could join me," he said, with a grin, before he snuck out from underneath her and rolled to his feet.

He still felt good, his body pulsing with the ebbing pleasure. His back to Amber, Foreman threw his arms up and he stretched out his back. Reaching until he could feel the pull in his muscles, tightening his ass and thighs. Yeah, he was showing off. So what? Amber liked what she'd seen, so Foreman would give her more to see. He left the room slowly, leaving it up to her if she wanted to surprise him in the shower. In the bathroom, he ditched the condom in the trash and turned on the water on full hot, waiting for it to warm before he stepped in and grabbed the soap.

Amber grinned ear to ear at Eric's exit, strutting like a model on the catwalk. Except that his tightening ass muscles were far more captivating than any outfit he could've modeled. "Woohoo!" she called out, laughing a bit. She couldn't help it, she just felt so good and sated right now. She'd expected an exciting night when she'd invited him for a drink, but this was exceeding her expectations.

Join him? Now there was a thought. But she could use the break, to keep on going even longer tonight. This wasn't a race, they didn't have to do everything fast and straight away. Who knew, maybe they could shower together tomorrow morning. That'd be nice. And again on Saturday morning. That'd be nice. Amber smiled to herself. She would like to see him again, they had so much promise. And she was pretty sure Eric wouldn't mind seeing more of her.

Lazy, she lied down again, stretching her arms, her legs, and all those muscles in her thighs and hips she'd used tonight. Done, she flopped to her side, curling. Now that she was alone, she felt sleepy. They had done a lot. She closed her eyes; she could take a quick nap while he was showering...

It became clear pretty quickly that he'd be showering alone. Foreman had no doubt that if Amber wanted to join him, she'd have been climbing inside the shower within a minute of him, probably with that suggestive, playful smile on her face as she did. Foreman didn't mind that she stayed away. He'd suggested the shower and she'd tried to keep him in bed; obviously it wasn't her first priority. He washed quickly, taking a few seconds longer to rinse just to feel the hot water pouring over him. Once he was finished, he dried off quickly and wrapped the towel around his waist, heading back to the bedroom already curious about what he'd find.

Foreman nearly laughed out loud when he pushed the door open. He stifled a chuckle, looking down at the bed. Amber was still lying across the sheets, the blankets not even drawn up, naked and supple, one leg bent at the knee so that he had the most amazing view of her ass, and she was fast asleep. Or at least, her eyes were closed and she was breathing deeply. Seems he'd worn her out anyway, no matter what she'd promised. Foreman dropped his towel and reached for the bedcovers, pulling them up over her. This might be a hint after all, or at least an opportunity, for him to leave. But he wasn't interested in going without getting her phone number, and he didn't want her to think he'd abandoned her by sneaking out when she was asleep. Amber was far too forthright to ever take that well.

Foreman was tired himself. It had already been late when he and Amber had gone out, and he'd had a full day of unsuccessful job interviews. Getting dressed in damp clothes and heading out into the rain, driving on slippery streets, and going home to an empty bed wasn't half as appealing as staying here. Foreman climbed into bed next to Amber, pressed his chest to her back, and let his eyes close.

Amber's sleep was shallow, floating around the border of unconsciousness. She stirred at the openning of her door, and came to when a new source of heat pressed against her back. "Mmmmm..." Who was this? She turned her head backwards and caught a glimpse of short, dark hair.

That's right. She'd come back home with Eric, the guy she'd met just this evening. She should actually be alarmed, falling asleep with a stranger in her home, no matter how amazing a connection they had. It was plain stupid of her. For all she knew, he wasn’t really Eric Foreman, or a doctor, or the proud seducer he’d presented himself as. She shouldn’t be this trusting. But the way she’d napped, without even thinking of what could go wrong, said a lot about safe she felt with him. And she didn’t think she was wrong. Eric climbing back into bed with her only confirmed that suspicion: if he was going to do anything, it’d have been while she was konked out.

All she knew was, she still felt fantastically good.

Amber smiled and stretched again, flexing her shoulders and limbs. She then circled around to face him, hugging his waist and drawing him nearer. “Don't fall asleep on me now, I'm not done with you. Or don't you want that reward?" Head still fuzzy from waking up, she kissed his cheek gently. It was damp and clean of the sweat she'd last seen him covered in.

Foreman loosened his arm around Amber enough that she'd have room to stretch. He opened his eyes again, watching as she turned around to face him. "Uh, who fell asleep on who?" he asked, laughing quietly. "I don't think you have the energy." Even though he still felt satisfied, he wouldn't mind if she wanted to try to coax something more out of him. That taunt, nearly a challenge, would probably encourage her more than enough. Foreman ran his fingers up her spine, light enough to see if she was ticklish, but mostly because he simply enjoyed touching her.

His heart was beating too fast. Not arousal, this time, or not only that. This was going fast. Far more than he'd usually allow himself to show on a first date. And this wasn't even a first date--a one-night stand, a hookup maybe. With the potential to be more, sure, but that didn't mean it was safe to feel this easy with her. Talking softly like this, meeting each other's eyes, close enough to share a breath or a kiss just by leaning forward...Foreman wasn't even sure he'd had this with Wendy. At least not at the end. She'd left him, accused him of being unable to get close like this. And here he was, knowing barely more than Amber's name, already getting involved.

Foreman rolled closer. Better, maybe, not to think about it yet. If she wanted to keep going, he was up for it. Or he would be. He kissed her, trying to ignore that it was gentle, exploratory--maybe too intimate.

Now that woke her up. "Is that a challenge?" Eric’s fingers running along her spine only furthered her alertness. "I don’t need one, I never break my promises.” She returned his kiss, slow and deep. This time they wouldn’t rush it, desperate to relieve their pressing needs. They could explore and savor each other. From his gentleness, she believed that’s what he wanted, too. It was like they were on the same page, reading the words together out loud.

Amber pulled away, making a slight wet sound as their mouths separated. She rubbed his lower lip with her thumb, grinning at him playfully. “Close your eyes, you’ll have more fun that way.” As much as she loved observation, she knew the value of surprise. And of sensory deprivation. This way, he’d be even more focused on what she was doing. Hooking a leg over to his other side, she lied on top of him, her elbows supporting her besides his head.

She started where she already was, kissing the side of his mouth, the dip beneath his lips, his jaw. She wanted to build this up carefully, pay him back for everything he’d done for her this evening. Most of all, she never wanted him to forget her, no matter what happened to them afterwards. She wanted him to remember this night with a fond smile.

As she kissed him, she spread her fingertips across his chest in a feather-light touch. She had an idea of what to do, and based on some of his earlier reactions, she thought he’d take more than well to it. But she couldn’t be a hundred percent sure, and in any case, it was better to get him relaxed, first. Though if he got as excited as quickly as he had earlier, “relaxed” wouldn’t be right word to describe him. She lowered her head, kissing his throat and collarbone as she made her way down.

The kiss only had the effect of relaxing him more. She was good. Or they were well-matched. She could go hard and fast--earlier, after all the teasing before they'd even gotten here, he'd needed that--but now she was showing she didn't mind changing the tone, either. He gave her an I'm watching you look, but he closed his eyes at her instruction. He might have anyway, but now, it was because she'd asked, and he'd try his best not to look. He spread his fingers where his hand was resting against her back and rubbed a little harder, following the smoothness of her skin to touch her shoulder blades, then follow her body down to her waist.

Kissing her was already more interesting, with only the sensation to guide him. Foreman traced Amber's mouth, lifting his head to stay close when she started to pull away. He grinned when she pushed him lightly, moving over him. "You know this isn't fair," he said, raising his eyebrows but keeping his eyes closed. "I know you look hot like that." He could call the image to mind easily. Her hair falling over her shoulders, her intent, interested expression, her breasts swaying as she moved. Foreman brought his hands around from her back to reach for her breasts, touching gently, wondering if she'd let him, or if he was supposed to keep his hands to himself the way she'd ordered when she was bringing herself off.

He could feel a warm tingling in his chest as she moved to kiss him in more places. The path she was following wasn't hard to figure out, and his heart skipped once before coming back more strongly. It was too soon for him to get hard at just the thought that she might suck him, but his cock stirred, giving it a valiant effort. Foreman hummed in the back of his throat, tipping his head back further, encouraging her. Focusing on everything she was doing, and held between falling asleep at the warm, easy kisses, and waking up all the more because he was beginning to find out exactly what Amber's promise meant.

Amber burst into an ear-to-ear grin at his compliment. "Flattery will get you anywhere, but you should know, you already have an all-access pass." He'd obeyed, closing his eyes, interest and curiosity written all over his face. There was a renewed tautness, too, a tightening in his pecs. She palmed them, both for his sake and for her own. Her goal was to get him off, but exploring him all over, it was what she wanted. With Eric beneath her and so willing, she started to spark up all over again with arousal.

Her breath hitched as he touched her, covering so much territory. Pity he wouldn’t be able to keep that up much longer, with her going out of reach. Amber lowered her head to his chest, kissing her way there. She purposefully rubbed her body against Eric's as she slithered downwards: her breasts slid across his torso, her thighs slipped over his legs. Yeah, that felt good. Her abdomen nestled against his privates, though, to her disappointment, he was still soft. It was probably just too soon after his last orgasm, but Amber still took it as a sign to take it up a notch. No way was she going to let him stay flaccid.

She pressed the tip of her tongue against his left nipple, round and oh so hot. She allowed herself a few licks, to taste his salt mixed with her own soap and feel out its bumped texture, before taking it between her teeth. Moving her jaw from side to side, she raked her lower teeth against his nipple, not hard, but not soft, either. Meanwhile, her hands felt up his sides, from his ribcage to his waist, firm and insistent. “How you like that?"

An all-access pass sounded like permission to Foreman. Blindly, he tried to find the same spots he'd covered earlier with his tongue. Even if he couldn't see her, any word or gasp she let out would tell him that he'd found the right location. Her breasts were warm and full, and he thumbed her nipples, finding them tight. The same anticipation filled him as Amber slid away from his reach, moving down his body. Even though he wasn't hard yet, he could feel the beginning of arousal moving through him. Amber's kisses were becoming more adventurous. Her lips were moist, her breath hot against his skin. Sweat broke out along his chest. The shower had been pointless after all, but if this was the reason, Foreman didn't care.

A second later, Amber reached his nipple. The first few licks had him breathing quickly, nodding even though she--probably--couldn't see it. Until her teeth scraped over him. With a hiss, Foreman drew in his breath, grunting at the flare of sensation that was a hint too sharp to be pleasure. He nearly flinched back, his hand moving up to find her cheek. Too much. Or so he'd thought. The longer she continued, giving him a chance to get used to it, the more he wanted.

"Good," he managed. Even though it had hurt at first, after her mild bite, he felt all the more sensitive. God, he wanted her to suck him like that--minus the teeth. He could already feel the stirrings of a second erection as her hands moved over him. He felt trapped, not because of her weight, which was hardly enough to pin him down, but simply because he hadn't considered how strongly she might be able to affect him. "I hope--I'll get to watch eventually," he added, his voice hitching. The sight of his cock moving in and out of her mouth, her lips pouting as she swallowed him as much as she could--it wasn't one he wanted to miss. The more he thought of it, the harder he got. Slowly, but it was happening.

Amber flicked a glance upwards to see what cues Eric was giving her. He was nodding, his eyes squeezed tight like whatever it was he was feeling, it was coming on strong. She returned her focus to his body, noting his shudder at her teeth. She couldn't tell if he wanted more, that harsh grunt contrasting with his good. Then again, with his dick's slight rise, perhaps she'd received a stamp of approval.

"Maybe later," Amber replied, her voice thick, tempted to say he already could. She sucked on his other nipple for longer than she'd intended, unable to pull away, before continuing her journey south, scraping the skin of his ribcage lightly with her front teeth. Her hair trailed over him all the way.

This time she paused over Eric’s abdomen, his cock nestling nicely between her breasts. She bet he'd liked that. Hell, she liked it, feeling his growing hardness with each breath she took, her nipples against his smooth thighs. She couldn’t resist heaving more heavily, his pubic hair scratching against her torso, just to better feel his burgeoning erection. Amber licked the sweat on his upper stomach with more than just the tip of her tongue, lazily going from down to up. God, she couldn’t get enough of his taste. She upped her pace, alternating her lapping with bites, fascinated with the way his muscles rippled in reaction.

Bending her head, she dipped her tongue into his bellybutton; his scent was stronger here. As she swirled her tongue round and round, she ran her hands from his sides down to his hips and then slid them over his ass, testing his response as she firmly kneaded his buttocks.

Foreman let out a loud exhale when Amber--casually, teasingly--told him not to look yet. He'd already nearly opened his eyes, the first second her teeth had grazed over his nipple. He was fighting, at this point, to obey her, and he didn't even know why. Yeah, it was hot. Foreman squirmed a bit under her as she sucked his nipple. His breathing was getting more shallow the longer she did. The contrast in sensations--the ticklish brush of her hair, the quick nips when she stopped long enough to bite, and the warm slickness of her tongue against her skin--all of it was enough to get his attention, and keep it. But the longer she took, the more Foreman wanted to move, to take control in some way.

He lifted his hips when he felt the press of her breasts against his cock. An instinctive move. He needed the pressure, even the slight amount he could get by rubbing between her breasts. Christ, he wanted to see that. Foreman squeezed his eyes shut. Trying to picture it. Her mouth seemed to be everywhere but where he was starting to want it most. Taking too long. He'd assumed she wanted to suck him off. Maybe all this was one elaborate tease. Some women didn't like giving blowjobs. Foreman wouldn't have pegged Amber in that category, but he also wouldn't put it past her to torture him. Offer it--or seem to--and then pull it away.

"I'm--" Foreman stopped short for a second, trying to get his breath back to say what he wanted without his voice breaking. "Remember this when it's my turn," he said. "I can take my time, too." Indirectly, he was asking for more, but the promise of getting his revenge, making Amber beg before he brought her off with his mouth, was as arousing as her hands and mouth on him now. He was more than halfway hard, heat radiating from his cock through the rest of his body. God, this was going to be good. And that was the reason he was keeping still for her. Letting her do what she'd wanted. He'd have his turn later to be in charge.

There he was, squirming. And had he almost begged her to stop teasing? "You can? That might be fun." Her vagina was wet anew with the thought of it: Eric dragging it out, fucking her or stimulating her again with his fingers, and she out of her mind, screaming for release. Yeah, she'd be into that.

Amber moaned as he thrust his pelvis against her chest. He was so hard already, faster than she'd hoped for. She rasped her thighs together, needing friction in her own privates-- she couldn't spare a hand for herself, not as long as she had Eric to get off.

Encouraged by his inability to stay still, Amber delved deeper with her hands into his ass-crack. From the way he'd groped her butt, first thing, she thought he might be into this-- and as a doctor, he probably knew better than to think it an affront to his masculinity. Still, no matter how well she felt like she knew him, she didn't, not really. At the first sign that he'd freak out, she'd abort and settle for a simple blow job. That pretty much all men loved.

She went further down, to where Eric was probably dying for her to reach. She smiled wickedly, thinking of all the ways to torture him. She blew softly over the length of his dick, her mouth hovering over his burning-up flesh. She kissed him at the base of his cock, his balls, and then right where his right leg met the rest of his body. Oh, he’d kill her for this! Especially since stayed over the folds between leg and crotch, nibbling and licking.

There, that should be enough. “Gimme a second,” Amber said, sitting up. “And don’t you dare open your eyes!” Her eyes scanned the bed. Where had the lube gone to? She’d lost track of it when they’d started to fuck. Twisting around, she saw it’d travelled to the bottom of the bed. She grabbed it, opened the container, and squeezed a generous amount onto her hands. She rubbed it between her palms, to heat it up, before going between his legs again. “Sorry about that.” She mouthed the head of his dick, as an apology for temporarily abandoning him, and to help him regain the mood.

If Amber wanted to test his self-control, she was doing a damn good job of it. Foreman had been getting hard gradually, but at the sound of her moan, the way she grabbed his ass--tugging him into position--and then the heat of her breath on him, he'd quickly gotten the rest of the way there. It would still take him longer to come this time, but that was fine. He'd have more restraint. Able to fully enjoy anything Amber wanted to do to him and still have the stamina left to return the favour.

Maybe. If Amber ever stopped playing and gave him a real touch. She was so fucking close. "Amber--" Fuck. Even he could hear the strain in his voice. But she was licking and kissing right next to him. A short caress of his balls, nothing more. Before she backed off. Telling him to keep his eyes shut. His dick twitched, and Foreman had to struggle again with the desire to open his eyes. What the hell was she doing? The air felt colder against his skin the minute she sat up. Foreman clenched his jaw, keeping his questions to himself. He could hear rustling, the bed dipping as Amber moved, and then a slick sound. Not difficult to identify; Foreman knew the sound of lube rubbing against skin. His breath nearly exploded out of him. "Yeah. Come on," he said. If she wanted to stroke him, suck him at the same time maybe--anything at this point--it would be so good.

Then, yeah, yeah, her mouth closed over him. Foreman groaned immediately. No reason to hold it back. Not that he could, after that wait. It was bad etiquette to thrust up, and the last thing he wanted was to force more than she wanted to give, but Foreman panted hard and dug his heels into the bed in the effort not to seek out more heat, wetness, the slide of her tongue. "Oh, God. Yeah." She'd have him begging next. Having his eyes closed meant anticipating all the more. When would she touch him? She'd gotten the lube for a reason, and Foreman wanted to feel her hand stroking the base of his cock while she sucked and licked the head. Foreman gripped the sheets and tilted his head back, waiting.

Eric was buckling and pleading, back to desperate. Oh yes. Amber gloated, pleased with herself and aroused with how affected he was. The way he kept repeating yeah and other similar encouragements, she was confident about carrying out her "plan."

Amber had meant only to tease his head, holding it out as a promise, but, moaning, she took more of his dick into her mouth than she'd intended, wanting to engulf all of him. Her lips enclosing around the top of his shaft, she licked at his precome, bitter and nothing she'd eat by the load, but delicious for being so rare and intimate. He was so hot, so excited. She wanted to give in now and blow him like this. He'd love it, she could tell from his tensing muscles and how he forced himself to stay still. But she wanted to give him more.

The lube on her fingers at body temperature, Amber caressed Eric's perineum carefully, getting him used, physically, to her presence in the region. A warm, wet mouth on a dick was one thing; entering digits were another. As a doctor and a lover, Amber knew that even when the other person was expecting and wanting penetration, you couldn’t rush in. This required care.

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.

Amber stiffened. Had she misread him that much? The way he'd grabbed her butt when they started to make out in her apartment, his growing erection as she massaged his ass-- those hadn't been signs? She'd misunderstood? If she had, then she'd failed. Big time. Major league fail. Her breath caught, disappointed in herself. But for all his verbal negations, his dick was still hard in her mouth. His body seemed to approve. She tightened her lips around his shaft in a soft suck before rising, to give him that extra bit of physical incentive.

She kneeled between Eric’s knees, rubbing the heel of her hands against high thighs. “What, you’ve never had anyone bring you off that way?” Gazing straight into Eric’s eyes, Amber spoke at a lower pitch, her voice turning to gravel. “It can be pretty... amazing, if it’s done right.” She squeezed the tops of his thighs. “Let me show you; I know you won’t regret it.”

Foreman let out a shaky breath as Amber sat up. Her lips moving as she pulled away from his cock had him suppressing another groan. It would have been amazing if she'd just continued to blow him. He wouldn't have to think. Wasn't that what tonight was about, forgetting? Although that had been more about work than about the mechanics of sex. Now that she was asking him, Foreman couldn't believe he'd gotten so upset over something that simple. It was a misunderstanding. Not a huge deal.

"No," he answered her, but not harshly. She'd been honest; he could be too. He relaxed somewhat, meeting her eyes. Her directness, the innocent expectation that he'd like it, that there was no reason to get hung up on it, calmed Foreman's breathing somewhat. He didn't know if he really believed her. Although the tone of her voice when she said it could be amazing...it hit him in the pit of his stomach, kept him hard.

Foreman swallowed, glancing down before meeting her eyes again. "Look," he said. Couldn't believe he was doing this. She might have to switch careers to marketing; being a doctor probably didn't make nearly as much use of her skills as convincing fish to buy bicycles would. He returned her stare, steeling himself to address this like adults. "You'd, uh, stop if I asked?"

"Eric! Of course I'd stop!" Amber was almost offended he thought she wouldn't. They might call her Cutthroat Bitch at work, but she wasn’t heartless. She was relentless at getting what she set her sight on, that was all. She’d never aimed for hurting someone, at least, not as the main goal, not if they didn’t have it coming. But from Eric’s embarrassed hesitation, she figured it had more to do with his own fear of doing something this new and daring. It wasn't against her. In fact, by not refusing absolutely, he was trusting her. "But I don't think you'll ask me to."

Amber was still surprised that he’d never tried anal before. It’d be one thing if no one had ever touched him there, but from the way he’d nearly bolted from her room and home, she got the impression he hadn’t done anything like it. It didn’t fit in with the image she’d created of him, cool and confident because he’d seen it all, but perhaps lacking this experience wasn’t so incongruous of him. If he pulled his Gentleman act on all the women, doing only what they wanted, he’d have tried anal only if one of them asked. And not all would, Amber knew.

She clasped his hands with her own, then half-laughed when she realized hers were still covered with lube. Come to think of it, she’d gotten it all over his thighs, too. “Sorry!” She squeezed his hands anyway, to remind him of their connection and how good it was to touch each other. Amber titled her head, raising her eyebrows. “So. Let’s give it a go?” She wouldn’t start without being absolutely sure Eric was okay with it. Going against his will would mess up the whole night, including the good parts, and that’d be worse than having misread him. Amber wouldn’t let herself screw up multiple times in one evening.

Foreman felt like an idiot for hesitating. Either he should have dismissed the idea entirely, or he should have pretended--somehow--that this wasn't a problem for him at all. To be caught in the middle, unsure, made him feel like he was losing points in Amber's eyes. He still didn't trust Amber completely. Her voice, her face, both radiated sincerity, but a little too much, as if she might be laughing at him behind her convincing, half-pouty innocent look.

He wanted to get his confidence back. Christ, he couldn't believe he was acting like this. Like a scared virgin, asking if she'd stop. Of course she would. They were having fun. A good evening. It had already been more than amazing, and Amber was only trying to give him something she thought he'd like. He let Amber take his hands, but he was irritated with himself. Embarrassed and angry that he'd stopped them short when things had been going so well. The night would've been better if Amber hadn't found out anything like this, if they could have eased into it more, but Jesus, he wasn't going to back down in front of her after making such a fuss about it. When Amber gave him her devilish, you know you wanna look, Foreman nodded sharply. "Yeah, okay," he said, trying to sound as blase about it as she obviously was. He wasn't going to think about it. If it was bad, they'd stop, no hard feelings on either side.

Foreman had lost some of his erection--Amber hadn't been touching him, and Foreman's own emotions had been all over the place, not concentrating on the physical aspect at all. Still propped up on his elbows, he relaxed a bit, letting go of some of the tension in his thighs and stomach. He kept his eyes open this time, though. He wasn't going to let this happen without watching every second. Amber was still kneeling between his legs, naked, and Foreman tried to concentrate on that, letting his eyes trail down her body, lingering. "You're gonna have to be very convincing, though," he said, raising his eyebrow. It'd be best if he got back the bantering, easy tone he'd had before, instead of dwelling on what an idiot he felt like.

"That won't be a problem." Amber filled her voice with promise and leaned over just enough to kiss his cheek. She'd have preferred to aim for his mouth, but she'd just been sucking on his dick and he might get weirded out over that, too. This patch was rough enough as it was, no need to seek new ways to gross Eric out. He was still nervous: his reply was too casual for someone who'd just been freaking out. She smirked at him as sexily as she could, hoping they could get past this.

She looked down at his softening erection. Damn it. Not that she was surprised, but. She thrived on challenges, and this situation was one, but she was annoyed that she'd let Eric lose his arousal in the first place. If House were here, he’d be lambasting her for nearly killing the moment with her baseless assumptions: if your night of wild passion were a patient, he’d say, it’d be dead now. Thankfully House wasn’t here overseeing her sex life.

Amber caressed the inside of Eric’s thigh with her fingertips, going slow. They'd lost their rhythm and trying to rush back into the swing of things would be a rookie mistake. She needed to make him forget his embarrassment; bring him back to his desire. “Just you wait, Eric—- you’ll love this.” She slid her hand over to his balls, kneading them. He’d liked-— gone crazy mad—- when she’d done that earlier. When she thought it was okay to advance, she stroked again behind his balls with her other hand, careful yet firm. “You’ll beg me for more.”

Foreman turned towards Amber's kiss, but it was too quick, and he barely felt the brush of her lips against his cheek before she was backing away. He'd agreed, yeah, but he could use more than diving back in like this was a race, or a competition that Amber wanted to win. First one to get a finger up his ass got a gold star. Maybe she meant to be arousing, but she'd missed the mark when she hadn't kissed him. That, at least, he was comfortable with. More than. And now that he'd let her go ahead, it felt like this was the only thing she wanted, the only thing she was focused on. Her fingers slipping along his thighs and then up over his balls felt good--enough that he let out a low sound--but it wasn't going to be enough if all he was thinking about was the fact that everything had been easy when he was in charge, and now it wasn't.

Foreman let his head drop back between his shoulders. No matter what Amber said about him loving it, it felt clinical. Foreman looked back at her, and then moved slightly, enough to nudge her away, and he sat up quickly and reached for her, all in one motion. He cupped her cheeks in his palms and brought her lips to his. A real kiss. It started softly, but Foreman needed to let her know he wasn't upset, wasn't backing down. That fever pitch of intensity, though, he wouldn't get that back without involving her. He deepened the kiss, sliding his tongue against hers, wanting to feel her participate. Be part of this. That's what he'd been missing. And it wasn't that he was some kind of hopeless romantic, or that he needed any sort of reassurance. He only wanted both of them to be in this together, instead of her working him over, with no guarantee that she felt anything. He kissed her harder, anything to convince her. He dropped his hands to her waist, and then slid them around to her back to pull her closer. It was awkward--both of them half-sitting--but Foreman wanted the contact. Enough to warm them both, share their body heat, share the kiss. It was working, for him at least. Reminding him of earlier, and his growing confidence letting him relax back into the simple pleasure of seeking out ways to make her respond. So much that he needed, finally, to pull back and breathe.

"Hey," he said quietly, keeping close. Watching her eyes from only inches away. He hoped she understood what he was telling her, that he needed more than that detached, medical approach to getting him off. "This isn't an exam, okay?" He grinned, realizing the double meaning of the words--he'd meant he didn't need to get his prostate checked, but he remembered his feeling that she felt like he'd put her on the spot to succeed. "I'm not grading you." He kissed her again--shorter, to feel the tingle that happened whenever he met her mouth, even briefly--and added, teasing, "But I'm not begging yet."

Oh, god. At first she was just embarrassed as Eric kissed and pulled her in, being all tender when she'd been rushing towards Problem Solving Mode like making him come was a piece of paperwork to fill out and sign. Amber should've kissed him properly, she'd just assumed that he wouldn't want to, repulsed by what she'd done. She'd gotten so caught up in proving herself that she'd forgotten the actual point: enjoying each other.

So Amber was stiff at first, but before long she thawed out, kissing back just as hard, eyes closed. She wrapped her arms around his back, to remind herself just how good that felt, his warmth against hers. Eric's earnestness, his continued desire for her, it made her head swim, and in a good way. Too good. He was getting under her skin, too much, too dangerous. What if this got serious? She hadn't let herself get attached, not in years. Fun flings, yes, she'd lost count of how many. But that was the limit. Not that she could stop herself. She whimpered into the kiss, wanting, needing more. And she got it, when he hugged her.

"Hey." Amber gazed into his eyes, still a bit overwhelmed, but as she regained her breath, she felt more grounded. Things were a bit intense right now, that was all. Her emotions weren't spinning out of control. “Are you sure? I bet you carry a red pen everywhere you go, ready to hand out those Fs." That actually wasn't a lie. She knew Eric, holding himself to such high standards, would be comparing himself constantly to everyone else. She knew, because that was what she did. Amber accepted his kiss, then gave him another, deeper, one, caressing his back. If nothing else, she couldn’t get enough of touching him. She shifted from kneeling to sitting between his legs, to bring their bodies nearer. “Yet,” she reminded him and, to keep him from noticing how his playful reminder of her failure had wounded her pride, she rubbed her cheek against his, softly. She didn’t want him to know that she’d been hurt, she just wanted to keep on having a good time.

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