Page 38 of The Summer Intern

“Just what?”He mouthed the shell of my ear, fingers never slowing.“Use your words, birthday boy.”

Fireworks burst behind my eyelids.Every drag over that sweet spot left me dumber, needier.I barely recognized the wrecked voice spilling from my lips.“Fuck me, please.Want you.Please.Wanna feel your cock—”

Matt’s groan vibrated through my bones.He withdrew abruptly, leaving me clenching around nothing.“Turn over.”

“No.”I reached back blindly, grabbing at his arm.“Like this.Now.Come on—”

Air rushed as he spun me—back hitting the cool leather of the couch, legs forced wide around his hips.Matt loomed over me, pupils blown out.Lube glistened on his cock.

“Still giving orders?”He pressed the blunt head of his cock against my hole, teasing.“Thought you wanted something.”

Every muscle trembled.Pride disintegrated.“Please.”Arching up, I dug heels into his ass.“Matt, I need—”

He surged forward, stealing the plea with a filthy kiss.Thick stretch bloomed into mind-melting fullness.The first inch stole my ability to think in complete sentences.Those metal bars on his cock dragged through me—ridges catching then sliding, the prince Albert’s ball bearing a ruthless caress against a delicious spot deep inside me.My hips jackknifed off the couch, fingernails scoring twin trenches down Matt’s forearms.

I whined.

Matt’s chuckle came out jagged, sweat dripping from his hairline onto my collarbone.“So you like it.”He rocked deeper, each millimeter a revelation of heat and delicious friction.The frenulum piercings created a ridged texture that flared white-hot every time he shifted angles.

I choked on a whine, thighs clamping around his waist.“Of course I fucking like your cock, you asshole.”

“Happy birthday.”He braced his hand on the couch by my head as he sheathed himself fully, the dense thatch of hair at his base grinding against my neatly shaved balls.Every labored breath pressed our chests together, his heartbeat thrashing against mine.

Too much.Not enough.He held still, claiming me and caring for me all at once.

I scrabbled at his back, seeking leverage as I tried to press my hips up into his.“Move.C’mon, move or I’ll—”

“Or you’ll what?”Matt nipped at my jaw, hips making tiny circles that lit up every nerve ending.His voice dropped to gravel as he held me pinned like that, impaled on his cock.“Gonna make me?”

The challenge ignited something primal.I hooked an ankle behind his knee, yanking hard.Matt’s balance faltered—just enough for me to flip us, and we rolled together onto the soft rug in front of his couch.He landed with a grunt, his broad back hitting the rug with a thud, my knees bracketing his hips, the force of the fall driving him deeper into me.Triumph surged through me as I took control, rising and falling on top of him, giving myself what I needed.

“Jesus, you’re—”

I silenced him with a roll of my hips, savoring the way his piercings rolled inside me.

His answering snarl sent liquid heat pooling low in my gut.Calloused hands seized my waist, helping me rise until only the tip remained before slamming me back down.Pain and pleasure sparked behind my eyelids as the piercings dragged up, until they were almost out of my hole, then punched back in.Matt’s throat worked soundlessly, tendons standing out in sharp relief as he fought for control.

“You and your control issues.”The sofa rattled against the wall as I gripped the seat and rode him harder.“Wanna see you lose it.”

Something snapped.

Matt surged up, mouth crashing into mine as he rolled me onto my back, laying me flat on the soft carpet in one fluid motion, much gentler than I'd been with him.My legs locked around his waist, the new angle driving him impossibly deeper.

“Always gotta push me.”He mouthed the words against my pulse point, hammering up into me.Each thrust knocked a punched-out noise from my throat.“Fucking…relentless…”

The world narrowed to slick skin and bruising grips.I clawed at his shoulders, chasing the coiling tightness that made my cock ache to be touched.His rhythm stuttered when I thumbed over his nipple piercings, the metal barbells pebbling under my touch.

“Close.Matt, I’m—”

He swallowed the warning with a kiss, his free hand sliding between us to wrap around my cock.Two strokes were all it took—white-hot release ripped through me, and my cum shot across his abs as my inner muscles convulsed around him.Matt’s shout vibrated through my body as he followed, hips jerking erratically while he emptied himself deep inside.His warmth filled me up, marked me in a way no one ever had, and I let out a quiet whine as I clung to him for a moment, before coming down from the high with a shuddering laugh.

We collapsed onto the couch in a sweaty heap, limbs tangled.“Good birthday gift?”

I kissed his chest.“The best.And I feel vindicated.I told Ben you were cranky.Why didn’t he believe me?”

Matt burst out laughing, and his palm slid up my spine.“I’m not cranky.”

”Even now, you’re arguing with me!Maybe you just enjoy bickering.”

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