Page 54 of The Summer Intern

"That's it," I encouraged, watching his face contort with pleasure."Take what you need, baby."

The endearment slipped out without thought, but Casey's reaction–—a full-body shudder and a tightening around my cock–—told me he liked it.

"Matt," he panted, his rhythm faltering as pleasure overwhelmed him."Matt, I'm close, I—"

"I've got you," I promised, one hand moving from his hip to the small of his back, supporting him as he worked himself on my cock."You're taking me so well.Does it feel good?"

Casey's eyes locked with mine, pupils blown wide with desire.There was something raw and vulnerable in his gaze, something that went beyond the physical act we were sharing.It stirred something in me, something protective and possessive and tender all at once.

"So good," he begged, his voice breaking on the words."Please, I need you."

As if I could.As if anything short of the world ending could tear me away from this moment, from the sight of Casey coming undone in my lap, from the tight heat of his body gripping mine, from the connection that felt like more than just two bodies seeking pleasure.

"I won't stop," I assured him, thrusting up to meet him as he came down, driving deeper into his willing body."Not ever.Not unless you ask me to."

It was a dangerous promise, one that implied things beyond this moment, beyond the summer, beyond what might be wise.But as Casey moaned my name again, his body clenching around mine, his thighs trembling with exertion, I couldn't bring myself to care about wisdom or caution or anything except making him feel as good as he was making me feel.

Casey's movements became more erratic, his body tensing as he approached the edge.His cock leaked steadily between us, untouched but clearly aching for release.

"Matt," he gasped, his fingers digging crescents into my shoulders."Matt, I need—"

"I've got you," I murmured, wrapping my hand around his cock for the first time.It was velvet-soft over steel-hard, hot and slick with pre-cum.Casey's whole body jolted at my touch, a strangled sound escaping his throat that was half-relief, half-desperation.His eyes, which had been squeezed shut in concentration, flew open to meet mine, dark and wide with need.

"Oh fuck," he gasped as I stroked him, my grip firm.His hips stuttered, caught between fucking my fist and grinding down on my cock."Matt, that's — oh, yes."

The way he said my name, like it was being torn from somewhere deep inside him, sent a fresh wave of heat through my body.I tightened my grip, twisting my wrist on the upstroke the way I liked it myself, watching his face for reactions.The flush on his cheeks deepened, spreading down his neck to his chest, his nipples hard peaks that I suddenly desperately wanted to taste.

I leaned forward, capturing one between my lips, sucking gently while my hand continued its steady rhythm on his cock.Casey arched into the touch, his body tightening around me, his hands diving into my hair as he held me there, drawing a groan from deep in my chest.

"I can't—" he panted, his movements becoming erratic as pleasure overwhelmed him."Matt, I'm gonna—"

"Not yet," I said, my voice rougher than I'd intended.I stilled my hand at the base of his cock, squeezing just enough to stave off his approaching orgasm.His whimper of protest went straight to my core."Together.Want us to come together."

Casey nodded, his eyes glazed with lust, his bottom lip caught between his teeth.He looked wrecked in the most beautiful way–—his hair a wild halo around his face, sweat beading on his temples, his pupils so dilated they nearly swallowed the brown of his irises.

With my free hand still on his hip, I guided him into a rhythm that would build us both up without pushing either of us over the edge too soon.The slow, deliberate movements were torturous in the best way, each rise and fall of his body on mine sending sparks of pleasure shooting up my spine.

"You feel so fucking good," I told him, my thumb brushing over the head of his cock, spreading the wetness gathered there."So tight around me, so perfect.Your body was made for me to fuck, wasn't it?"

Casey preened under the praise, his back arching, showcasing the lean lines of his torso."Yes.You're so deep," he moaned, grinding down on me in a circular motion that made us both gasp."Can feel you everywhere."

The connection between us felt electric, charged with more than just physical pleasure.There was something in Casey's eyes, something vulnerable and open that matched the strange ache building in my chest.It wasn't just about getting off anymore—it was about being with him, specifically him, in this moment that felt increasingly significant.

I stroked him again, matching the rhythm of his movements on my cock.His thighs trembled against mine, muscles straining with the effort of riding me.I could feel him getting close again, his body tensing around me, his breathing becoming shallow and rapid.

"That's it," I encouraged, watching his face contort with pleasure."Let go, Casey.Want to see you come."

He gripped my shoulders hard enough to bruise, his nails digging half-moons into my skin.The slight pain only heightened my pleasure, grounding me in the moment as the pressure built at the base of my spine, my own orgasm coiling tight and ready to spring.

"I'm—" Casey gasped, his eyes wide and almost surprised, as if the intensity of his pleasure had caught him off guard."Matt, I'm coming, I'm—"

His words dissolved into a broken cry as he shattered.His cock pulsed in my hand, hot ropes of cum painting my chest and stomach.His body clenched rhythmically around me, squeezing my cock in waves that had me seeing stars.The sight of him coming undone — head thrown back, throat exposed, body tensed like a bow — was the most beautiful thing I'd ever witnessed, and it was impossible not to think he was mine.

It was too much— the visual, the sensation of his cum spattering across my chest, the sound of my name on his lips as he came.My orgasm hit me like a freight train, unstoppable and all-consuming.I pulled Casey down hard against me, burying myself as deep as possible as I emptied inside him, the world narrowing to nothing but the point where our bodies joined and the overwhelming pleasure crashing through me in waves.

For several long moments, we stayed frozen in that position, both of us panting and trembling with aftershocks.Casey collapsed against my chest, his forehead resting on my shoulder, his breath hot against my collarbone.I wrapped my arms around him, holding him close, feeling the rapid thunder of his heartbeat gradually slowing to match mine.

"Holy shit," he mumbled against my skin, his voice muffled and sleepy sounding."It just keeps getting better."

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