Foreman grunted sharply when Amber's teeth grazed his dick, his hips jerking back protectively. Christ, he was lucky she hadn't clamped down, because a trip to the ER on Thanksgiving was about his estimation of what Hell would be like. Explaining an injury like that to a harassed, run-off-his-feet ER doc would be the equivalent of getting his story spread around to every nurse and orderly within minutes, snickered at between cases, and probably recalled as an 'I remember this one time...' for years into the future. Not to mention, telling Amber's family exactly where and why they were going would probably be the humiliation that sealed their disapproval of him. Foreman couldn't be sure that wasn't what Amber wanted, in the end; her competitiveness, and occasional flashes of resentment directed at her family, might mean that she'd be glad if they got caught.
Amber didn't say anything, though, until Geoffrey was gone, so Foreman relaxed--as much as he could. There was no way she'd want her brother walking in on them, he knew that; he'd just worried that she'd snap at Geoffrey, which would show they were in here together, and give away pretty much exactly why Foreman wanted to wait for his shower.
"Does that door even lock--?" he started to ask, but Amber interrupted him. He barely had time to respond before Amber cocked an eyebrow at him and took his erection in her mouth again. Foreman's eyes widened, his breath spilling out in a rush. The brief interruption had left him aching, and Amber's sudden, deep suction made the sensation all the more intense. She sucked him in, her hand stroking him, squeezing on the upstroke and then taking in more of his cock with her mouth on the downstroke. Her hand on his ass had been urging him forward, and this time, Foreman went. He couldn't help it, he was drawn into the pleasure, the sight of Amber's red, swollen lips against his cock, shiny and slick, the loud, rhythmic sounds, all melding with the pleasure of her swirling tongue. He couldn't last, and after they'd already been interrupted once, he didn't want to. He was already groaning, babbling out how good she was making him feel, and in some distant part of his mind he realized he should warn her he was on the edge. "Fuck, nngh, Amber--I'm gonna--" His words dissolved as Amber brought him to the height, heat and pleasure expanding from his cock to the rest of his body, and then he was shivering, making tiny, needy thrusts, his orgasm running through him fast and hard.
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Amber didn't say anything, though, until Geoffrey was gone, so Foreman relaxed--as much as he could. There was no way she'd want her brother walking in on them, he knew that; he'd just worried that she'd snap at Geoffrey, which would show they were in here together, and give away pretty much exactly why Foreman wanted to wait for his shower.
"Does that door even lock--?" he started to ask, but Amber interrupted him. He barely had time to respond before Amber cocked an eyebrow at him and took his erection in her mouth again. Foreman's eyes widened, his breath spilling out in a rush. The brief interruption had left him aching, and Amber's sudden, deep suction made the sensation all the more intense. She sucked him in, her hand stroking him, squeezing on the upstroke and then taking in more of his cock with her mouth on the downstroke. Her hand on his ass had been urging him forward, and this time, Foreman went. He couldn't help it, he was drawn into the pleasure, the sight of Amber's red, swollen lips against his cock, shiny and slick, the loud, rhythmic sounds, all melding with the pleasure of her swirling tongue. He couldn't last, and after they'd already been interrupted once, he didn't want to. He was already groaning, babbling out how good she was making him feel, and in some distant part of his mind he realized he should warn her he was on the edge. "Fuck, nngh, Amber--I'm gonna--" His words dissolved as Amber brought him to the height, heat and pleasure expanding from his cock to the rest of his body, and then he was shivering, making tiny, needy thrusts, his orgasm running through him fast and hard.