Page 12 of The Backup

I moan softly, threading my fingers through his hair as he alternates between teasing and sucking, his free hand massaging my other breast. Every touch, every kiss sends waves of heat pooling low in my stomach, my body responding to him like it’s been waiting for this moment all along.

“You’re so fucking gorgeous,” he murmurs, his lips moving against my skin. His words vibrate through me, making my toes curl.

I tilt his face up, guiding his mouth back to mine, desperate for more. His lips crash into mine, his hands roaming my body like he’s trying to memorize every inch.

“Fuck, Sloane,” he breathes again, his voice ragged. “You have no idea what you’re doing to me.”

“Mmm yeah?” I murmur. My breath ragged, I kiss his shoulder and run my hand over his stomach, tracing the ridges of his abs. “What do youwantme to be doing to you though?”

“Get on your knees,” he whispers, his hands sliding off my hips as he stands.

“Yes, sir,” I reply with a teasing grin, lowering my voice. “Be gentle, though?”

“Yeah? You like gentle?” he asks, his eyes darkening.

“Well…it’s just that you’re…uh…I mean…”

“You okay?”

I swallow. “It’s that you’re fucking huge, Asher.”

He smirks, sliding a hand over my ass, squeezing as he kisses me again. His tone softening, he adds, “I’ll be gentle. Promise.”

“Well, you don’thaveto betoogentle,” I murmur.

His expression shifts, serious and tender. “If you’re uncomfortable at any point, let me know. Okay?”

When I don’t immediately respond, he tips my chin up, his gaze locking onto mine.

“Okay? I need some verbal communication, you sexy nerd.”

“Yes,” I say, my voice steady. “I’ll let you know. I feel very comfortable with you.”

“Good girl. Now…on your knees, Sloane.”

The way he says my name, all raspy and whispered, sends a bolt of adrenaline through me. He grabs a pillow from his bed and places it on the floor. I kneel, the soft cushion beneath me.

I reach for him, wrapping my fingers around his length as he grows harder in my hand.

“Fuck, Asher,” I murmur, trailing my other hand up his firm abs, feeling the heat of his skin. “You have a perfect dick.”

I wet my lips and take him in my mouth, starting at the tip. He groans, threading his fingers through my hair.

“That’s it, Sloane. Take me easy,” he says, his voice tight with restraint.

I swirl my tongue around him, exploring his ridges, and slowly slide him deeper, letting him fill my mouth. His hand in my hair steadies me as I take him to the back of my throat. After a moment, I gag and pull back, gasping.

“You okay?” he asks, his voice laced with genuine concern.

“Yeah,” I say quickly, nodding.

“You sure?”

“Yeah,” I repeat, my cheeks flushing. “It’s just…I didn’t do this much with…you know…him.”

“He didn’t like head?”

I shake my head, embarrassed. “We were both raised kind of religious. It’s a long story.”

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