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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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.

Foreman hummed deep in his throat when he felt Amber soften against him. His eyes slid closed easily, of his own volition this time, so that he could concentrate on the sensations of the kiss. Amber's hands moving over his back made him shiver lightly, and he mirrored her touches, finding the same lines as he rubbed his hands over her back, massaging as he went. He shifted when she did, letting her settle closer when she changed position.

"I'm not the teacher," he murmured against her ear as she leaned in to touch their cheeks together. He kissed her again, moving his mouth hotly along her jaw, feeling his heartbeat quicken as he did. His body was beginning to remember what they were doing, why they were here. Foreman didn't feel much less uncomfortable about the prospect of what she wanted to do, but neither did he want her to feel like she had to prove anything to him. They'd already shown they could bring each other pleasure. Now was about building on that. If Amber wanted to show him something or make him beg, then Foreman was ready to listen. "Come here," he said, and tugged her forward, lying back on the bed, pulling her down on top of him. He already felt hotter with her body draped over him, and he was starting to get comfortable with having her on top of him, too. He could knead his palms over her ass, and roll his hips up to meet hers. It felt damn good. He was still aroused enough that she'd feel it. And the more he kissed her, touched her, the closer he was getting to where they'd been before. A little less intense this time, but no less desirous.

Foreman had felt a lump under him when he lay down, and he wriggled a bit to get it out from under him. The bottle of lube. He chuckled quickly and pressed it into Amber's hands. His skin was already sticky-slippery with it, and she'd probably need more. "You're the teacher," he said, lifting up to kiss her mouth again. It sent a shot of adrenaline through his stomach to admit that, to trust her, but this time, now that he knew what was happening, it felt more like excitement than dread. Maybe she'd have him begging after all.

She latched on to his kiss, focusing on the salty taste of Eric’s lips, the shivers running through her from meeting his tongue with her own. Amber rocked her hips at his rhythm, automatically, hardly thinking about it; she just followed what felt good. What she wanted to. It was with just as little thought that she rolled faster, harder. Getting caught up in the moment.

Amber took the lube, considering it. "We'll get to that," she promised, and set it aside. She wasn't going to run this through too quickly again. This time, she'd do it at the right moment: when he was ready. And he wasn't there yet. She kissed him on the mouth one last time, cupping his face. She packed as much punch in it as she could, both for herself and for him. From Eric's mouth Amber descended, kissing his jaw, his throat. She had a flash of déjà vu; she'd just done this. But he’d enjoyed this part of the reward, and it bore repeating.

Nipping behind his ear, she splayed her hands against his chest, running her palms against them for a bit. Nice. She purred, nuzzling his neck. “Well, my student,” she kissed him where neck met shoulders. “Let’s learn a little something about positions. Think you can lie on your stomach, for me?”

Amber's weight on him, the solidity of her presence, and her light smirk as she looked down on him, all made Foreman forget his nerves to an extent. He grinned against her lips and caught his breath when she followed his lead, rubbing against his cock. "Mmmn," he said, feeling heat flare in his groin, pleasure surging higher suddenly. They'd stopped, waited a bit more while they talked. Now Foreman could feel himself getting hard again, enthusiastically so, as Amber's kisses moved down his throat. He returned them as much as he could, touching her everywhere he could reach. She knew exactly how to short out his breathing and his thoughts, and Foreman was damn glad of it.

"You sound like you're plotting," he said, but he rolled over easily enough when Amber asked. There was always something a hint devious about her tone--not quite dangerous, but as if Amber was already enjoying her thoughts as much as she believed Foreman would enjoy her actions. Foreman glanced at her over his shoulder. He was up on his elbows, his shoulder muscles bunching as he held himself up, and he had to keep himself from rubbing against the sheets. He wanted to get whatever pressure he could, but he didn't want to make Amber think he was ready to start pleading with her yet. "I miss my view."

"That's me, five steps ahead." Amber straddled his waist, kneeling so that her ass sat over his. She felt better already. In control of herself. Her sudden burst of sappiness had come and gone, and she was back to the game of turning each other on. Amber could more than handle that: bring on all the sex, she'd eat it up. No offense to Eric, but she doubted he'd want her to make more of this than it was. She knew already she'd want to see him again, and again, but she'd handle that as it came. She didn't need to think ahead of what could and couldn't be. They barely knew each other!

She laid her hands against either shoulder blade and pressed down with much of her weight, giving him a slow, hard massage. "You can gawk at me later," she taunted, but warmed at his words. She loved how much he wanted to see her. Loved how much he was responding, too, getting back into the swing with her. Eric seemed almost eager, now, for whatever she wanted to do, including what had just freaked him out. And he wasn't just faking the enthusiasm, either-- he was wriggling beneath her, anticipating. Accepting. Amber respected that, the way he was willing to try something that had scared him near witless. She breathed more heavily from the exertion and her rising arousal, rolling her hips. She wanted to taste his back. She really, really wanted to.

So Amber curved over, hands lowering to around his ribcage but still massaging, and mouthed him, first the back of his neck, down a vertebrae, then another. She didn't hold back her teeth or tongue, licking and biting as the urge came to her. So good, to feel him like this; she moaned lightly.

Amber's hands pressed him down to the bed, and Foreman exhaled slowly as she massaged his back. Her thumbs found the knots of tension under his shoulder blades and along his spine, and Foreman couldn't help stretching out and relaxing against the sheets. His eyes fluttered closed. If it weren't for the insistent pulse of his erection, trapped between his body and the bed, it would be so easy to fall asleep. The longer she didn't go anywhere near his ass, but concentrated on kneading his shoulders and giving him a chance to get used to what would probably be her course down his body, the more Foreman was able to talk himself into a receptive frame of mind. Once again she had him wanting more than he was getting, and he moaned low in his throat as Amber pushed down against his ass, increasing the pressure.

Her first kiss had him shuddering underneath her. Trying to guess where the next bite or hot, swirling kiss would land. When Foreman had been lying on his back, he knew what that meant, or he thought he had--that she'd suck him, swallow him down as much as possible until everything she was doing, every sight and sensation, would send his orgasm surging through him. Now he wasn't so sure, but the feelings were the same, that urgent expectation. Fuck holding back. Foreman rocked his hips down against the bed; it would be good for Amber, too--he could feel her pubic bone against his ass when he lifted up. He closed his eyes in case she wanted to tease him. His body was already asking for it, and he didn't need to add his voice to the chorus.

Eric got frisky, rolling his hips. Amber would've grinned, imagining what forces were driving him to practically hump the bed, but instead she gasped from the way he rocked against her own sensitive areas. Well played. But two could go for that game. Amber pumped her own pelvis, driving his harder into the mattress. See how he liked that.

He was getting hotter, Amber knew, but he was still behaved, doing only the minimum in non-verbal communication to ask her for more. It was a good time to start in on the anal: horny and wanting but not so much he'd be all tensed up. He’d be more open, both metaphorically and literally.

Squeezing her hands along his sides, her thumbs digging into his skin, Amber trailed down a little faster, still using her mouth to mark her way. So good, exploring him like this, centimeter by centimeter. She'd keep this up all night, if either one of them could stand the mounting climax; she knew she wouldn't, and she'd bet the job spots in the Diagnostics Department that Eric wouldn't, either.

She paused over the rise of his ass and pressed her lips there during multiple rapid heartbeats. “Ready?” she asked teasingly for the second time that evening; it felt even more appropriate now. She ran her tongue from the dip of his lower back down, down, and down to the top of his crack. Her pulse, already fast, started to race, eager for them to get it right this time and excited at the physical intimacy. “So glad to share this with you,” she murmured sincerely before dipping her head to kiss around his tailbone. His flesh was softer there; warmer, too.

Amber's response was sharp and immediate and Foreman grinned into the pillow to feel it. He rubbed against the bed again, feeling the slight chafe of the sheets and the damp spot of precome on his stomach. Warm, pulsing pleasure washed through him with each heartbeat, increasing every time Amber pushed him down. "Mmn. Yeah." His sigh hitched in his throat. He was ready. The closer she got, the more he wanted. Tiny goosebumps covered his arms and back now that Amber wasn't lying over him anymore, but Foreman was concentrating on her mouth. What she was doing. Now he understood why she'd told him to wash carefully.

So glad to share this with you. Foreman didn't know what to make of that. He nodded, but into his pillow--she might not have noticed. That feeling of going too fast came back to him--making this night more than it was meant to be. But they'd already gone farther than most of his one-night stands. Foreman had shared more with her than he did with most of the women he dated, and she hadn't laughed in his face. He couldn't keep his mind on what she'd said, though. Foreman could feel the teasing slide of her tongue, moving lower, and his breathing increased. He kept still now. Concentrating on each individual lick as she toyed with him. Christ. He couldn't believe this was working, or that he was letting her do this, but he already felt fuller, harder. Beginning to throb, and she hadn't even used her fingers yet.

"You like this?" he asked, but quietly--he didn't want to interrupt her. "I mean, on you?" He'd pay even more attention if it was something Amber wanted him to do in return. Thinking about that, about exploring her like this, maybe trying something new, kept his mind occupied, and was just as arousing as her touch.

This was going well. More than that: fantastic. Eric was revving up and this time, he was anticipating what was come. There'd be no mishaps. Amber could've whistled with pleasure and satisfaction, if she hadn't been otherwise occupied, softly blowing over his crack, playful. Not as if she had enough breath to spare for whistling, either.

"I said it could be amazing, didn't?" Talking kept her from stimulating him, but the break in sensation could serve as teasing, to heighten his desire. Anal wasn't a fetish of hers, or a favorite activity, but it was tillitating for being different and rare. Almost never anyone went down on this side of her. Getting a rim job, or other kinds of anal play and fucking, wasn't quite like hitting the jack pot; it was more like traveling for work: the change of pace spiced things up. Though, having done it mostly with near-strangers, the results so far had been mixed. "Of course, it can also be absolutely terrible. Oh, the stories I could tell."

Enough yammering. Amber nudged her face between his cheeks, into his concentrated heat. He had washed well, thankfully. He smelled like himself, but clean, too. So Amber had no qualms with going lower and deeper, into wrinkled skin and sparse pubic hair. She bit-- gently, gentlest of all this whole evening-- into one of his cheeks, just enough to give him a hint of her teeth. There, that should give him a jolt. She licked down to his anus, swirling her tongue against it; some of the lube must've fallen slipped to there, she could taste it. She wondered if she should stick with her mouth, or if Eric would be daring enough to accept fingers, too.

It sounded like Amber had far more experience than she'd let on at first. Foreman wasn't bothered by that, but it did bring up the question of what else she'd tried and liked. Foreman usually kept things tame in the bedroom. Not because he didn't enjoy experimenting. The opportunity simply hadn't come up. Now he was thinking out everything Amber might be willing to give a shot. Her confidence, her forthrightness, both made him think that she'd be open to a lot of things, and be willing to talk about them frankly. The way she had when he'd reacted badly the first time. Foreman appreciated that honesty.

Foreman jerked slightly at Amber's bite. Damn, she liked using teeth. Another sign that she wouldn't be satisfied with something that was gentle--or at least, not only gentle.

Foreman's thought processes shut off entirely a second later. The feeling of Amber's tongue along his ass was so completely different from any sensation he'd ever had before that he nearly had to hold his breath in order to make sure he was feeling every nuance. It was different from a blowjob, even, and so strangely intimate; maybe because of where she was licking, or the warm slickness against sensitive skin, but Foreman found himself panting for breath even though the touch wasn't firm or insistent. He eased his legs apart, giving Amber more room if she needed it, subtly encouraging her.

Amber kept on licking his ass, knowing just how mind-blowing rim jobs could be, especially on the first try. She took her time, going slow and light at first, then progressing to faster and harder as Eric didn't freeze up on her. She already had a crick in her neck, from the awkwardness of kneeling with her face in someone's ass, but this was worth it. She'd walk around tomorrow with her head bent at ninety degrees, just to get this right; to give Eric the full experience. She watched, entranced, his tremors as he shivered and breathed erratically from her touches. Exhilarating, to give him something this intense.

His spreading his legs was the sign she'd been waiting for; Amber cast a sideways glance. There, within arm's reach. She grabbed the lube without breaking contact, still giving Eric all due attention with her mouth. Wouldn't want to stop the rhythm now that it'd started. The mechanics, propped on one elbow, were tricky, but she still managed to grab the lube, screw off the lid and squeeze some onto her fingers. She rubbed them, to heat it up faster.

Once the lube was at body temperature, Amber allowed herself to sit up-- much as it disappointed her, she wasn't a nubile teenager anymore who could maintain crazy positions all night long-- and ran her fingers through his crack, up once, down again. On her knees, she fidgeted, trying to get some friction against her vulva; she hadn't been sure she'd be up for a third orgasm, but at this rate, she'd need one. She pressed her middle finger against his anus, whirling in spirals. "How you doing?" she asked, playful.

Foreman couldn't see much, even though she hadn't told him to keep his eyes shut. He could hear the almost obscene sounds of Amber's tongue working against his ass, wet and sloppy. Each time he turned his head into the pillow, he could smell Amber's scent--her perfume, her shampoo, and the warmth of her skin. And most of all, even though he felt flushed with heat, he was still trembling each time Amber reached even a little bit further. The intrusion didn't hurt, but Foreman couldn't help his slight, jerking flinches. He wasn't trying to get away, but simply to get used to it; every time he thought he had, that he could predict how the sensation would spike next, Amber would turn her head and change her rhythm, or the amount of pressure, and he'd be lost again.

He didn't notice Amber shifting until he felt the pad of her finger against him, moving in tiny incremental circles. If he'd been breathing quickly before, now his chest was heaving. She might push in at any moment, and now that they'd reached that point, Foreman was unsure again. Not enough to make her stop; just enough that his heart was a warm hammer beating in his throat. He could only grunt at first, in answer to Amber's question. "'S good," he said. It wasn't like he'd never had his prostate checked before, and this already felt better than that ever did. Besides, he was more relaxed now, and prepared. He tried, consciously, to let his breath out in one long exhale, refusing to let his muscles tense up. He was focusing so intently on her finger, the teasing slip and push of it, that he'd almost forgotten his erection, but he had no doubt that Amber could remind him of it quickly. Foreman closed his eyes and hitched himself backwards, only slightly, but enough to give Amber the signal to go ahead: pressing against her finger, anticipating.

October 25, 2007

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