Page 57 of The Summer Intern

I hooked my thumbs into the waistband of my briefs, but instead of pulling them down, I sauntered toward him, closing the small distance between us."What if I want you to do it?"

His eyes darkened as he reached out, his calloused fingers brushing against my hipbones before slowly tugging the fabric down.I stepped out of them, fully naked now, my own cock hardening under his gaze.

"Shower's getting cold," he murmured, though the rising steam suggested otherwise.

We stepped into the shower together, the spray from the generously sized showerhead soaking my hair.Water cascaded over Matt's broad shoulders, highlighting the intricate owl tattoo on his back.Droplets clung to his eyelashes as he looked down at me, and for a moment, we just stood there, letting the water flow over us, a strangely intimate moment that was just as charged as our frantic fucking earlier.

I reached for the soap—a simple bar that smelled of cedar and something earthy—and worked it between my palms."Turn around," I instructed, my voice husky.

Matt complied, presenting me with his back.I ran my soapy hands over his shoulders, tracing the lines of his tattoo, feeling the muscles shift beneath my touch.Water sluiced down the channel of his spine, and I followed its path, my fingers pressing into the dimples at the small of his back.

"Feels good," he said.

I worked my way down, kneeling as I reached the firm curve of his ass, my soapy hands sliding over each cheek with deliberate pressure.From this position, I could see his cock hanging heavy between his legs, the piercings glinting in the shower light, and I reached between his legs, running soapy fingers down his length.I leaned forward and pressed a kiss to the back of his thigh, trailing my lips up to the juicy curve of his ass.Once there, I couldn’t resist sinking my teeth in.

He moaned softly, a soft chuckle escaping him as he reached back and threaded his fingers through my hair, holding my mouth against him."That wasn't what I was expecting."

"I'm full of surprises," I replied, turning him around to face me.

I remained on my knees, the warm water hitting my back as I looked up at Matt.I maintained eye contact as I moved forward, my hands sliding up his thighs until I cradled the space between them, my breath ghosting over his hardening cock.

"Is this okay?"I asked, wanting—needing—to hear him say it.

"Fuck yes," he breathed, his hand coming to rest at the nape of my neck, fingers tangling in my wet hair.

I took him in my hand first, testing the weight of him, feeling him pulse against my palm.The piercings added a fascinating texture, and I ran my thumb over the Prince Albert curiously, watching as Matt's abdominal muscles tensed in response, then trailed my fingers over the ladder of frenum piercings on the underside of his shaft.

"You like that?"I asked, though the answer was obvious.

"You have no idea," he groaned.

“I can’t imagine doing this to my cock, I'm too much of a scaredy cat with needles.But it’s sexy as hell on you.”I leaned forward, my tongue darting out.He was clean from my earlier soaping, but I could taste the salt of his pre-cum and the tang of metal, circling the head of his cock before taking it into my mouth.The piercing was warm against my tongue, and I savored the unique sensation as I took him deeper, rolling my tongue over each piece.

Matt's fingers tightened in my hair, not pulling, just holding, as if he needed something to anchor him."Jesus, Casey, your mouth..."

I hummed in acknowledgment, the vibration making him twitch between my lips.Water ran down my face, but I didn't care.All I cared about was the taste of him, the weight of him on my tongue, the soft sounds of pleasure escaping his throat.I fucking loved the sounds he was making.

I worked him with practiced skill, one hand wrapped around the base of his shaft while the other cupped his balls gently.Each time I pulled back, my tongue teased at his piercings, drawing increasingly desperate sounds from above.

"Fuck, that's good," Matt groaned, his hips beginning to move subtly, seeking more.

I pulled off to catch my breath, my hand continuing to stroke him."You can be rougher," I said, looking up through wet lashes."I can take it."I wanted to take it, to pull him as deep as possible inside me, to take all of him, to make him part of me, if only for an instant.

Something flashed in his eyes—desire mixed with a hint of uncertainty."You sure?I’m big."

“Choke me on your dick, Matty,” I said, then I took him back into my mouth, deeper this time, relaxing my throat to take as much of him as I could.His piercings rolled against my tongue, and I moaned around him, the sound muffled but unmistakable.

That was all the encouragement Matt needed.His hands framed my face, thumbs stroking my cheekbones briefly before he tightened his grip on my hair, guiding my movements with increasing confidence.

"Deeper?"he asked, voice strained as he thrust shallowly into my mouth.

I nodded as best I could, my hands moving to grip his thighs, encouraging him.The position should have made me feel vulnerable, but instead, I felt powerful.This strong, sexy man was coming undone because of me, his control fracturing with each swirl of my tongue.

Matt's thrusts became more deliberate, pushing deeper each time.He was cautious, watching my reaction carefully, but I could tell he wanted to claim my throat, and I wanted him there more than anything, wanted that feeling of giving myself completely to him, being entirely consumed by my worship of his cock.It hit the back of my throat, and I fought against the reflex to pull away, relaxing to take him fully, swallowing him down.

"Holy shit," he growled, his voice dropping an octave."Casey, your fucking throat..."

I looked up at him through the water streaming down my face, my eyes watering from the depth of his thrusts, but unwilling to stop.There was something intoxicating about seeing Matt like this—powerful yet vulnerable, commanding yet desperate.He thrust deeper, cupping the back of my head as he choked me, as my lips brushed against the base of his shaft, his balls slapping my chin.I couldn’t look away from the hunger in his eyes.

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