Page 69 of The Backup

“Asher,” I whisper, his name barely audible over the pounding of my heart, the rush of blood in my ears.

His hands tighten on my hips, pulling me down harder, and the look in his eyes—dark, wild, and utterly focused on me—sends a fresh wave of heat flooding through me.

I’m not sure who’s more in control anymore, but it doesn’t matter. All I know is that I’m his in this moment, completely and without question, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.

He slows his pace for a moment, and, pausing inside me, gives me a deep, wet kiss.

“On your hands and knees on the couch,” he whispers.

Obediently, I pull myself off of him, and get into position on the cushion next to him.

“You ready?” He says in a low growl, running a hand over my ass.

“Uh-huh,” I say, my voice breathy, waiting for him to enter me on all fours.

The anticipation coils tight in my stomach as I glance back over my shoulder, catching sight of him. The visual alone makes my breath hitch—a raw, unfiltered image of him fisting his thick length, slick with my juices, his jaw clenched in barely contained restraint as he runs his eyes over me.

It’s almost too much, the way my body responds to the sight of him. Heat floods me, a desperate ache building low inmy belly. I grip the edge of the couch, steadying myself as the tension inside me sharpens, intensifies.

He’s watching me too, his gaze dark and unrelenting, and the sheer hunger in his eyes sends a shiver rippling down my spine. I can feel the anticipation in the room like a living thing, crackling between us, and it’s enough to make me almost spasm without him even touching me.

My mind spins with the possibility of what’s coming, the way he’ll stretch me, fill me, overwhelm me. I don’t even realize I’ve bitten my lip until his low, gravelly voice breaks through the haze, as he presses inside of me.

This time, he doesn’t wait for me to get used to his size, relentlessly pounding into my hips from behind.

“Oh God, that’s tight. Hot Nerd…Sloane…you’re ruining me.”

Methe one ruininghim?

The next while is a mix of light spanking noises and muffled screams, as I do my best not to wake up the whole house.

The dam finally breaks, and I moan, my body arching as pleasure crashes over me in a way I’ve never felt before—a warm, orgasmic wave that wraps me from head to toe, consuming every inch of me. My fingers curl into the sheets beneath me, gripping them as if they’re the only thing keeping me grounded while my body spirals out of control.

“Asher. Oh, Asher…”

His name falls from my lips like a prayer, breathless and raw, and I barely register the sound of my own voice. But he does. I feel it in the way his hands tighten on my hips, his fingertips pressing into my skin, grounding me and spurring me on at the same time.

I shift instinctively, pressing back into him, and the reaction I draw from him sends another wave of heat coursing through me. A deep, guttural groan rumbles from his chest, and I can feel it vibrate through me, matching the rhythm of our connection.

“Sloane,” he mutters, his voice strained, almost reverent. His pace stutters, just slightly, as if he’s savoring every second. His palm slides up my back, warm and firm, trailing over my skin until he reaches the base of my neck. He lingers there, his touch both commanding and comforting, and I shiver in response.

I turn my head slightly, catching a glimpse of him in the low light—his eyes locked on me, his mouth slightly parted as he loses himself in the moment. “Look at me,” he murmurs, his tone both rough and tender. My heart skips, and I comply, twisting just enough to meet his gaze over my shoulder.

The intensity in his expression undoes me completely. There’s hunger there, yes, but also something deeper, something that scares me as much as it excites me. “I need to see you,” he says again, his voice breaking on the last word.

It’s like a tether snaps between us, and everything sharpens. This isn’t just sex. This is…something else entirely. Something that fills the air between us, electrifying and heavy, yet impossibly perfect.

I cry out as another wave takes me, my body trembling under his touch. He growls in response, his rhythm faltering as he chases his own release. “You’re so fucking perfect,” he rasps, his grip on my hips firm, anchoring me as he thrusts deeper.

My vision blurs, and I’m drowning in sensation, his name tumbling from my lips again and again. His breathing grows heavier, rougher, and I feel him start to shake.

“Gonna come,” he groans, his voice ragged. His hands slip down to my waist, holding me steady as he pushes closer to the edge. “Where do you want it?”

I exhale shakily, my mind foggy but sure of one thing. “Inside me,” I whisper, the words barely audible over the pounding of my own heartbeat.

He curses under his breath, his grip tightening as his movements grow frantic. “Fuck,” he mutters, his forehead dropping to my shoulder as his body gives in.

I feel him pump inside me, his release pulling me even deeper into the haze of ecstasy.

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