Page 13 of The Backup

“Mmm, I see,” he says, his tone gentle. “Well, here.”

He moves, and I let go of him. He grabs a towel and lays it on the couch before sitting down.

“This will be more comfortable for you,” he says, motioning for me to join him.

I inch closer, wrapping my hand around his base again. “Just teach me how you like it. Do you want it deep?”

“Deep is good, yeah,” he says, his voice thick with arousal.

“It’s embarrassing when I gag, though,” I admit softly.

“It’s fucking hot when you gag, is what it is,” he says with a grin. “But just hold me at the base like you are, and bob as far as you can. That’s what I like.”

“Mmmkay.”

Kneeling between his legs, I find a better angle. He holds my hair out of my face as I move, building a rhythm. His groans deepen, his fingers tightening slightly in my hair, and I realize how much I’m enjoying this, the sense of control mixed with the thrill of his reaction.

“Fuck, Sloane,” he groans as I take him in my mouth, my hand exploring his abs. “You have no idea how good that feels.”

I build a rhythm, taking him deeper as his hand tangles in my hair, guiding me. His groans deepen, and I know I’m driving him crazy.

Just then, the table beside us buzzes. I ignore it—probably Jacklyn checking in. But it buzzes again.

Asher reaches over me to grab my phone.

“Hey,” he says, tapping me on the head. “It’s Joe.”

I pull back, sighing. “Fuck.”

He hands me the phone, and I press it to my ear.

“Yeah?”

“What the fuck is this?” Joe’s voice is sharp. “You’re breaking up with me? With afucking note? Sloane, we had a plan!”

I keep one hand wrapped around Asher, stroking him slowly, slick with his arousal. “We had a plan,” I reply calmly. “Until you started treating me like shit and hitting on other girls.”

“What are you even talking about?” Joe protests. “It was a game of beer pong!”

“Oh? What about Fiona?”

The silence on the other end stretches a moment too long, and I know I’ve hit a nerve.

Asher smirks, and with one smooth movement, the fingers of one hand slip between my thighs, pressing against my heat through the thin fabric. My breath catches, the sudden jolt of sensation sending a shockwave through me.

“You okay?” he murmurs, his lips brushing my ear, his voice low and teasing as his fingers begin to move, slow and deliberate, like he’s savoring every reaction.

Joe’s voice pulls me back, distant and strained. “That wasn’t a big deal, okay? She means nothing! We planned a life, Sloane!”

I press the speaker button on the phone, my mind swimming as I try to refocus on the conversation. The faint sound of Joe’s pleading feels miles away compared to the heat pooling low in my belly, my body arching involuntarily toward Asher’s touch.

“Yeah, we did,” I say flatly, my voice steadier than I feel. “But that’s not how I want to be treated. I don’t give second chances.”

“This is bullshit! At least come talk to me. Where are you? Who are you with?” Joe’s frustration grows louder, but it’s hard to process his words when every nerve in my body is lighting up, the tension coiling tighter with every deliberate movement of Asher’s hand.

Asher leans closer, his lips brushing against my hair as he whispers, “This is fucked up, but it’s so damn hot.”

My pulse races, my breath uneven as a soft moan escapes me. The mix of anger, vindication, and sheer desire swirling inside me is intoxicating, almost overwhelming. My grip on the phone tightens as I struggle to maintain my composure, but Asher’s touch is relentless, his fingers drawing me closer and closer to the edge with every passing second.

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