Page 62 of The Summer Intern

He rolled his eyes but didn't pull away when I traced a finger down his cheek."Your place has better water pressure.And you have streaming services.And decent food."A pause."And no Oliver snoring in the next bed."

I nodded solemnly, as if these were all perfectly reasonable explanations for why I'd found him naked in my bed with a dildo inside him."Of course.Very practical considerations."

He narrowed his eyes at me, clearly catching my teasing tone."Don't get fucking smug about it, Blackstone."

There it was—last name usage, the sure sign Casey was feeling defensive.It only made my smile widen.Because beneath the prickly exterior, despite the sharp words and the rolled eyes, Casey had missed me, maybe as much as I'd missed him.

"Wouldn't dream of it," I said softly, and leaned in to kiss him again, this time with intent, with the hunger that had been building since I'd first spotted his shoes by my door.

I broke our kiss and began a slow, deliberate trail down Casey's body.His skin was warm beneath my lips, tasting faintly of salt and that expensive body wash he insisted was the only thing preventing him from "smelling like a camp counselor tragedy."My hands mapped the familiar landscape of his chest, fingertips tracing the subtle definition of muscle beneath soft skin.Casey huffed an impatient breath, but I felt the way his body betrayed him—arching into my touch, seeking more even as he feigned annoyance.

"What the fuck, Matt?"he grumbled as I reached his navel, my tongue dipping briefly into the shallow depression.His voice lacked conviction, especially when my hand slid beneath the bunched-up t-shirt to expose more of his torso."I've been waiting for—ah!"

The complaint died in his throat as I wrapped my fingers around his cock, which was rapidly hardening under my attention.I looked up the length of his body, taking in the flush spreading across his chest, the way his bottom lip caught between his teeth.

"You were saying?"I asked, my voice low and rough with desire.

Casey glared down at me, but the heat in his eyes had nothing to do with anger."I was saying you're an asshole who's late to his own—fuck!"

My tongue flattened against the underside of his cock, a long, deliberate lick from base to tip that had his hips bucking upward.I repeated the motion, savoring the taste of him, the way his body responded so honestly even while his mouth continued its barbed commentary.

"Three days," he gasped as I took him deeper, my hand moving to gently cup his balls."Three fucking days of jerking off in your bed and—shit—thinking about you."

I lifted my head and met his eyes."Fuck, baby.I like that image."Lowering my mouth, I hummed around him, the vibration making him squirm.There was something addictive about reducing my articulate, sharp-tongued lover to incoherence.Each lick, each subtle shift of pressure was calculated to drive him closer to the edge, to make him forget his practiced nonchalance.

My free hand slid between his thighs, fingers tracing the place where the silicone toy disappeared inside him.I applied gentle pressure to the base, pushing it a little deeper, rotating it in a subtle motion that made Casey's entire body jerk.

"What's this?"I asked, pulling off his cock with a wet sound that made him whimper."You started without me?"

Casey's eyes, dark with arousal but still managing to convey exasperation, met mine."You were supposed to be back hours ago," he said, voice cracking as I continued to work the toy inside him."I got bored.And horny.Sue me."

I laughed softly, planting kisses along his inner thigh while my fingers played with the dildo."Is that what this is?Just killing time?"

His legs spread wider in silent invitation, contradicting his words."What else would it be?You think I—fuck!—you think I was desperate for you or something?"

I twisted the toy again, angling it toward that spot inside him that I knew made his toes curl."The thought never crossed my mind," I lied, watching his stomach muscles tighten, his cock twitch against his belly."This is just...what?A convenient way to pass the time?You weren't prepping so you could have me inside you as soon as possible."

Casey's eyes narrowed, recognizing the trap in my words but too far gone to care."Exactly," he said, breathless."Just like you're a convenient fuck for the summer."

The words should have stung, but I knew better.This was Casey's defense mechanism—sharp words to maintain the illusion that his heart wasn't involved.But his body told a different story.The way he'd prepared himself for me, the way he arched into my touch, the way he'd waited in my bed instead of his own.

"Such a brat," I murmured, withdrawing my hand from the toy.Before he could protest the loss, I delivered a sharp, stinging slap to the side of his ass.Casey's reaction was immediate and unexpected—a broken moan tore from his throat, his back arching off the bed.His eyes flew wide, pupils blown with shock and arousal.

We both froze, equally surprised by his response.

"Did you just..."I began, my voice thick with newfound desire.

"Shut up," Casey whispered, but there was no bite to it—just naked vulnerability and want.

I raised an eyebrow, a smile tugging at my lips."You liked that."

It wasn't a question, but Casey answered anyway, rolling onto his stomach, presenting his ass to me in a way that left no doubt."Do it again," he said, the words muffled against the pillow but unmistakable."Harder."

The sight of him—face pressed into my pillow, back curved in a perfect arch, the blue base of the dildo visible between his cheeks—nearly broke my self-control.I stripped off my underwear and straddled his calves, my cock hard and heavy, ready for him.Then I pushed his shirt up, running my hands down his back.

"Ask nicely," I said, palming the smooth globes of his ass, spreading him slightly to better see the toy stretching him open.

Casey turned his head, one eye visible, glaring at me with mingled defiance and desperation."Fuck you."

---