Page 52 of The Summer Intern

My cock jolted in my lap, eager to be a part of this plan.

"I think about you all the time," he whispered, his lips brushing the shell of my ear."Your hands, your cock, those fucking piercings."His fingers traced the owl on my back, following the lines of ink that mapped out the spread wings."When I'm alone in my bed trying not to make noise while I touch myself?It's you I'm thinking about."

My cock throbbed at his words, pre-cum beading at the tip.I gripped the chair harder, knuckles white with the effort of keeping my hands in place.

Casey came back around to face me, dropping to his knees once more.His eyes flicked up to mine as he reached toward the kitchen counter, where the large jar of lube I’d bought him for his birthday still sat.He unscrewed the cap and dipped his fingers into the clear gel, coating them liberally.

For a moment, I thought he was going to touch me, but instead, he reached behind himself.His lips parted in a silent "oh" as he began to work himself open, turning so that I could watch one slender finger disappearing inside his body.

The sight of Casey on his knees before me, preparing himself for my cock while I sat helpless and aching, was almost too much.I shifted in the chair, my breath coming in quick, shallow pants.

"Casey, please—"

"Patience," he murmured, adding a second finger, his eyes fluttering closed as he stretched himself.

He turned, and with his free hand wrapped his fingers around my cock, giving it one long, slow stroke from base to tip.I hissed through clenched teeth, the touch almost painful after so much anticipation.

Casey leaned forward, his hair falling into his eyes, and without warning, took me into his mouth.The wet heat enveloped me, his tongue swirling around the tip, teasing at the piercing that ran through the head of my cock.

"Fuck!"I growled, my hips bucking involuntarily.Casey took it in stride, hollowing his cheeks as he sucked harder, taking me deeper.He may have been inexperienced with anal, but he’d certainly sucked a cock before.

I watched, mesmerized, as his head bobbed between my thighs, his slender throat working as he swallowed around me.All the while, his other hand remained behind him, his back arched so I could see his fingers moving in and out, preparing himself for what was to come.The sight was obscene, beautiful, and utterly captivating.

Casey pulled off me with a wet pop.He looked up at me through his lashes, his lips swollen and red, his eyes dark with desire.

"You're so fucking hot like this," he said, his voice husky."Letting me take control."He leaned in again, licking a stripe up the underside of my cock, making me shudder."The big, strong camp director, waiting for me to let him touch."

He added a third finger behind himself, his face contorting with pleasure and discomfort.I could only imagine how tight he must be, how it would feel when he sank down onto me.

"Casey," I rasped, my voice barely recognizable to my own ears."Need to touch you.Please."

He shook his head, pink strands dancing across his forehead."Not yet."He took me back into his mouth, this time taking me deeper, his throat constricting around the head of my cock as he swallowed.

I was teetering dangerously close to the edge.I forced myself to breathe, to focus on the cool air from the open windows, the distant sound of birds in the forest—anything to distract from the overwhelming pleasure threatening to end things before they'd properly begun.

When Casey pulled away, his chest heaving with exertion, his cock hard and leaking against his stomach, I knew I was in trouble.

"Ready for me?"he asked, and there was a vulnerability behind the bravado now, a question in his eyes that went beyond the physical act we were about to share.

"More than you know," I answered, and I meant it in ways that surprised even me.

Casey rose from his knees, his slender body unfolding like some exotic creature, all angles and pale skin in the afternoon light streaming through my windows.His eyes never left mine as he climbed into my lap, thighs bracketing my hips, his weight settling on me with deliberate pressure.His lips found mine, hungry and demanding, tasting faintly of the salty musk of my cock.

My hands itched to grab his waist, to pull him closer, but I kept them locked behind the chair, honoring his earlier command.Casey smiled against my mouth, sensing my struggle.

"So obedient," he murmured, his voice a vibration against my lips.His fingers tangled in my hair, tugging just enough to send pinpricks of pleasure-pain down my spine."I like that about you, Matt.Everyone thinks you're this big, tough guy in charge of everything, but here you are, letting me call the shots because you’re so desperate to fuck me, isn’t that right?"

He rolled his hips, his cock sliding against mine, slick with pre-cum and lube.The friction pulled a groan from deep in my chest, my thighs tensing with the effort of staying still.

"Maybe I want to see what you do with control," I said, my voice rough with desire."Maybe I like seeing this side of you."

Casey laughed, a bright sound at odds with the darkness in his eyes."Sure you do.But I bet you're dying to grab my ass right now and shove me down onto your dick.To use me like your own little cocksleeve?"

He wasn't wrong.The rounded curves of his ass were right there, temptingly close, and I could imagine how they'd feel in my palms as I forced his tight hold down on my cock.Casey read the answer in my face and grinned, leaning in to nip at my bottom lip.

"Not yet," he whispered."First, I want to feel this—" he reached between us, wrapping his long fingers around my cock, "—inside me.And I want to move so slowly it tortures you."

“Casey,” I warned.

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