Page 53 of The Summer Intern

“You called me impatient earlier.This is just a little lesson in how patient I can be.”

Our mouths crashed together again, the kiss deeper this time, tongues sliding against each other in a promise of what was to come.Casey tasted like summer—like sunscreen and cherry ChapStick, like everything I loved.

"Ready?"he asked, breaking the kiss to look into my eyes.For all his bravado, there was vulnerability there too—a question that went beyond the physical.

"Fuck yes," I breathed.“But—”

He silenced me with another kiss."I've been thinking about this all week," he said."Fingering myself in the shower every morning, imagining it was you."

Casey shifted, rising above me.With one hand braced on my shoulder, he used the other to guide me to his entrance.I felt an intense pressure as the head of my cock pressed against his lubed hole, his body resisting for a moment before beginning to yield.

Our eyes locked as Casey began to sink down, taking me inch by inch, his heat and tightness enveloping me, stroking me.The piercings created a little resistance, and his lips parted, a soft "ah" escaping him as the first piercing popped past the tight ring of muscle.The snug heat enveloping me was almost too much to bear, especially after the teasing and anticipation.

"Fuck," I hissed, fighting the urge to thrust upward."You feel amazing."

Casey's thighs trembled as he lowered himself further, taking more of my length.His face was a study in concentration and pleasure—eyebrows drawn together, bottom lip caught between his teeth, a flush spreading from his cheeks down his neck to his chest.

When he'd taken about half of me, he paused, breathing deeply."You're so big," he gasped, a mix of complaint and compliment."The piercing...I can feel it."

"Too much?"

He shook his head, pretty pastel hair falling into his eyes."No.Perfect.Just need a minute."

I wanted desperately to touch him, to run my hands up his thighs, to support him as he adjusted to my size.As if reading my thoughts, Casey reached behind me and grabbed my wrists, bringing my hands around to rest on his hips.

"You can touch now."His voice hitched as he sank down another inch."I need you to."

The permission unleashed something in me.My hands gripped his slim hips, fingers digging into the soft flesh, steadying him as he continued his descent.The feeling of finally touching him after being forced to watch was electric, our skin connecting with a spark that ran straight to my core.

"That's it," I encouraged as Casey worked his way down, taking more of me inside his tight heat."You're doing so well, taking me so good."

The praise seemed to spur him on.With a determined expression, Casey sank down the rest of the way, until he was fully seated in my lap, my cock buried to the hilt inside him.We both groaned at the sensation, our foreheads coming together as we breathed each other's air.

twenty-one

Matt

Foramoment,westayed like that, connected and still, adjusting to the feeling of completeness that only came with being sheathed inside him.I could feel Casey's heartbeat, a rapid flutter that matched my own.His cock was trapped between our bodies, hard and leaking, leaving a wet smear across my stomach.

"You okay?"I murmured, cupping his face with one hand, the other still firmly on his hip.

Casey nodded, turning to press a kiss to my palm.The gesture was unexpectedly tender, a soft counterpoint to the raw sexuality of our position.Something twisted in my chest—not just lust, but something deeper, more dangerous.

Then Casey began to move.

He started slowly, lifting himself just an inch or two before sinking back down, testing the waters.Each small movement sent shockwaves of pleasure through me, his body gripping mine like a vise.I kept my hands on his hips, not guiding, just supporting, letting him set the pace.

"Matt," he moaned, picking up speed."You feel–—fuck–—you feel so good inside me."

His words were like fuel to a fire, stoking my desire higher.I watched, mesmerized, as Casey began to ride me in earnest, his slim body rising and falling with increasing confidence.Casey threw his head back, exposing the long line of his throat, his pink hair wild around his face.His hands found purchase on my shoulders, nails digging in as he used the leverage to bounce faster, harder.

"Look at you," I said, my voice rough with awe."So fucking beautiful impaled on me."

And he was.With his pale skin flushed pink, his slim chest heaving, his cock bobbing between us with each movement–—Casey was a vision, something from a dream.He smiled at my words, something shy flickering across his features despite the boldness of his actions.It hit me then, how young he was, how much of his confidence might be a front.But before I could dwell on it, he changed the angle of his movements, and my cock hit something inside him that made him cry out.

"There," he gasped, eyes flying open wide."Right there, Matt, oh god—"

He began to chase that feeling, adjusting his position to hit that spot again and again.His movements became less coordinated, more frantic.I tightened my grip on his hips, helping to guide him now, lifting him and pulling him back down with just enough force to make us both see stars.The sounds he made—desperate, unfiltered moans, and whimpers—were almost enough to push me over the edge.I gritted my teeth, determined to hold back, to make this last, to give Casey everything he needed.

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