Page 14 of The Backup

Joe’s voice cuts through again. “Sloane! What’s going on? Who’s there?”

“Nothing,” I say, my voice steady. “I’m with no one.”

Asher’s movements intensify, his fingers delving deeper, and I lose myself in the moment. The faint voice in my head, the oneurging me to take the high road, is drowned out by the electricity crackling between us.

My orgasm hits me like a wave, shuddering through my entire body as his fingers work their magic. It’s all I can do not to let out a loud moan. The tension uncoils with an intensity that leaves me trembling, my legs shaking as pleasure washes over me, leaving me breathless.

Asher doesn’t relent, his grip steady and sure, keeping me grounded as he pulls me closer. My body is still pulsing with aftershocks, every nerve alight, when he grabs the phone from my hand and tosses it aside like it’s an afterthought.

He thrusts into my mouth, his control unraveling by the second. I meet his movements eagerly, wrapping one hand around his base while the other runs over his shaft, working him in rhythm with the motion of my lips.

Yeah. I see where he got his ‘reputation.’ He’s intimidatingly long and thick.A two hander.

I’m drenched as my tongue swirls and teases, the combination of hands and mouth drawing a ragged groan from deep within him.

“I’m gonna blow if you don’t stop, Sloane,” he growls, his voice rough and thick with warning, but I don’t let up. Instead, I double down, the vibration of my hum against him only spurring him further, his hips bucking involuntarily as he teeters on the edge.

Big as he is, I don’t falter. The thought pulses in my mind, driving me forward as I take him deeper down my throat, determined to see him completely undone. His groan rumbles through the air, guttural and raw, and his hips jerk as he reaches the edge.

I manage to swallow a few spurts of his release, the salty heat overwhelming, but I can’t hold back any longer. I pull off him, coughing slightly, my chest heaving.

Asher doesn’t miss a beat. Standing over me, he grips himself tightly, his jaw clenched as he directs the rest of his release onto my face.

The moment feels charged, intimate in a way I hadn’t expected, as I look up at him, his body still trembling slightly, his breath ragged.

I wipe at the corner of my mouth, laughing softly despite the flush of heat spreading across my cheeks. “You’re a cocky bastard,” I murmur, meeting his gaze.

He grins down at me, completely unrepentant. “Not wrong, though,” he says, his voice still low and rough, but there’s a playful glint in his eyes that makes my pulse skip.

I manage to take a few spurts before I choke and pull off him, coughing slightly. Asher stands, gripping himself, and directs the rest of his release onto my face.

“Sloane? Sloane?” Joe’s voice barks from the phone, still on speaker.

I’m in some alternate universe. I just sucked off the backup quarterback, and not only did I love it, but he’s pulled something out of me—some part of myself I didn’t even know existed.

Asher and I glance at the phone. Without hesitation, he grabs it, his voice low and raspy.

“Sloane can’t come to the phone right now. She’s busy.”

Then he hangs up.

On my knees, staring up at his tall frame, I take a few heavy breaths, still coming down from everything.

“Holy shit,” I mutter. “You just did that.”

He shrugs, a lazy grin spreading across his face. “That was so fucking hot.”

He sits back on the couch, then pulls me up to sit beside him. “Come here.”

Standing briefly, he grabs a towel from his closet and carefully wipes me off. For a few moments, we sit in silence. Myhead rests on his shoulder, and despite everything, I feel oddly comfortable.

The phone buzzes again. I decline it.

“I cannot believe you just did that,” I say with a laugh. “That’s insane.”

“Sorry. Over the line? I just couldn’t take his bullshit anymore.”

“It was a dick move,” I admit, though there’s no heat in my voice.

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