Page 25 of The Summer Intern

“To be fair, it was a bit of both,” I said, arching my back in a way that made his cock glide against mine.A little whimper slipped from my lips as I cataloged just how delicious his body felt against mine.Hard planes of muscle fitting against me just right, his thick, pulsing cock rocking between my legs, making me way too hard to fit in these tight jeans.There was too much fabric between us.I reached for the hem of his shirt, tugging it up.He reared back and for a second I thought he might leave me like this, horny and needy and desperate for him.

The whimpering, panicked sound I made in protest was more than a little embarrassing.

But he ripped off his shirt and tossed it aside, and I almost came right there.He was just too much of everything masculine, everything I wanted.I reached up and traced my fingers over the light dusting of hair on his chest, giving his left nipple ring a little tug before trailing my index finger down his happy trail.

“Fuck, you’re so damn sexy, Casey,” his words echoed my thoughts about him.

“Just so you’re warned, I do not have abs,” I said, as my fingers traced the contours of his eight-pack.

He snorted and unbuttoned my flannel — or his flannel?He tossed it aside and tugged my undershirt up.I flushed, knowing my body had nothing on his, but let him strip me anyway, because his eyes lit up with a wild sort of hunger.But whatever he saw in me, he must have liked, because he groaned softly and cupped my chin in his hand, slashing his lips across mine.

The kiss was intense, passionate, forceful, and unlike anything I’d ever experienced.I wanted it to go on for days, but after a moment, he lifted his head, his lips inches from mine as his hand skimmed over my stomach.

“For the record, you do have abs.You’re cute and slender, but they’re there.”

“You think I’m cute?”I asked.

He didn’t answer; he seemed focused on nipping at my ear and my throat.Then he kissed me again, and I forgot what we were talking about entirely, arching up to press my body against his, feeling every curve of his thickly muscled chest and arms crushing me into the pile of life vests as his mouth ravaged mine, his hands pinning me in place.

This was Matt, my grumpy asshole boss.Was this what hate fucking felt like?I wasn’t entirely sure I hated him.

But I didn’t like him, either.

I fumbled at the button on his shorts, moaning as he smoothly unfastened my jeans and shoved them and my underwear, down, baring me, palming my cock with a feral growl.I was clumsier, and it took me a moment to free him, but he didn’t rush me.When I got that damn tricky button undone, the reward was well worth it.He was big, thick, and most definitely pierced.I wanted to inspect it, to explore the strange juxtaposition of metal and flesh with my mouth and hands, but he shoved my hands out of the way and wrapped one big hand around both of us.

That I liked well enough that I forgot about any plans.He was wet with pre-cum, and so was I, adding a slick, delicious lubrication as we both started thrusting, his lips trailing down my throat, teeth sinking into my shoulder as his body thrust against mine.

“Casey,” he breathed, thrusting faster.His cock was hot and silky against mine, and I knew right away that I wasn’t going to last.It was too good, and he was too sexy.I tried to remind myself that this was some sort of kinky wrestling, that we didn’t even like each other, but the only thing I could think about was damn good he felt.

Heat coursed through me as he tilted his hips and dragged his slick shaft against mine, the metal beads of his piercing rolling deliciously down my length.I couldn't hold on, even though I knew I should, I'd never done anything like this with a guy before and the orgasm crashed through me, my body convulsing with a rough cry, as my cock spurted all over his, making a mess of him.I stared down at it, breathing hard, and licked my lips.

"Matt.Can I taste?"

He rolled onto my back and shoved my head down to where he needed it, and I was too desperate to give him the worship he truly needed.Instead of taking my time, I lunged forward, licking my cum off of him, then wrapping my lips around his cock.He was so thick that it was a bit of a stretch to fit him in my mouth, but I was up for the challenge, because I fucking loved sucking cock.He had multiple piercings, a row of beads on the underside of his shaft, and something through his head.I thought that one was called a Prince Albert, and I made a note to ask him about them later.

For now, I pushed the curiosity aside and worked my tongue over the metal, finding out what made him moan, what made his hands tighten in my hair, what made the vein on the base of his cock pulse.I wrapped one hand around his shaft and used the other to play with his balls and perineum as I worked him over, determined to be the best blow job of his life.

He would never stop thinking of what my mouth felt like, and that would be my revenge.

Or something.It didn't matter, the only thing that mattered was swallowing Matt's cock as deep as I could.

It wasn't long before Matt's cock was swelling in my mouth, and he whispered gruffly that he was close.I sucked harder, letting him know I wanted to drink him down.He gripped my head and came with a shout, his hips thrusting deeper into my mouth as he writhed beneath me, making me feel like a master of my art.And I swallowed every last drop of his cum and mine, licking his cock clean.When I was done, I found him watching me, smiling, and felt a little flustered by the intensity in his wicked blue eyes.

I stood and yanked up my shorts, buttoning them.“Right, well I’ll remember what a kayak is now, thanks.”

Matt tilted his head, his expression inscrutable as he sat up, resting his arms on his knees.“You don’t want to go out on the water?”

“I think I get the idea,” I said breezily."Won't forget they're kayaks now."

I grabbed the rest of my clothes and swept out of the cabin.Because if I stayed, I’d surely be snuggled up against his big body, begging him to hold me.I tucked his flannel tightly around me, telling myself that it was as good as a hug.

That sounded like lies.

twelve

Matt

June3

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