Page 63 of The Summer Intern

I chuckled, leaning down to place a gentle kiss between his shoulder blades."That's not very nice at all," I murmured against his skin.

"Matt," he whispered."Just a little."

My hand came down again, harder this time.The sound of palm meeting flesh echoed in the quiet loft, followed by Casey's choked cry.His body jerked beneath mine, seeking friction against the sheets.

"Want to try again?"I asked, rubbing the reddening handprint I'd left on his pale skin.

Casey's breathing was ragged, his voice barely audible when he spoke."Please."

"Please what?"I prompted, delivering another spank to his other cheek, watching with fascination as his body clenched around the dildo.

"Please spank me again," he gasped, pride forgotten in the face of raw need."Please, Matt.I need—I need more."

Something primal and possessive unfurled in my chest at his words.I'd never seen Casey so unguarded, so willing to ask for what he wanted instead of hiding behind sarcasm and deflection.It was intoxicating.

I established a rhythm—firm, measured slaps alternating between each cheek, watching as the pale skin flushed pink, then deepened to a rosy red.After each strike, I'd pause to soothe the heated flesh with gentle touches.After a moment, I slipped the dildo out of him, and kissed his gaped hole, running my tongue over the edges.He was clean and completely prepped, and the lube he'd used tasted like strawberry candy.I shoved my tongue deeper, listening to his gasp as I gripped his ass roughly, then gave him a hard swat.

"Matt," he whined.Just fuck me.

"This is mine," I whispered, slapping him again.

Casey's reactions were a symphony of pleasure—gasps, moans, and broken curses that dissolved into pleas.His hips moved constantly, grinding against the mattress, pushing back against my hand, seeking more sensation.His hole clenched around my tongue, a hypnotic sensation that had me rock hard and leaking pre-cum.

"Look at you," I murmured, delivering a particularly sharp spank that made him cry out."So pretty like this.All spread out for me, taking your punishment so well."

"Not—not a punishment," Casey managed between harsh breaths."Feels too good to be—ah!—punishment."

I laughed, low and warm, as my hand came down again."Then consider it a reward for waiting for me."My fingers traced the puffy rim where the dildo entered him, watching how it fluttered and gripped the silicone."For getting yourself ready for my cock."

Casey moaned, pushing his ass higher, a wordless demand for more.I obliged with another series of spanks, each one drawing a more desperate sound from him.His skin was hot to the touch now, marked with my handprints, a canvas of my desire for him.Then I leaned down, gripping his hips as I devoured his hungry hole, fucking him with my tongue in quick, rough motions.He whimpered, his fingers digging into the sheets.

When his thighs began to tremble with the effort of maintaining his position, I knew he was close—close to coming, close to begging, close to that beautiful moment when all his walls came down.

"Please," he whispered, voice cracking."Please fuck me now.I need you inside me."

I leaned down, pressing my chest against his back, my lips against his ear."Is my tongue not enough?"

"Not the same," he panted."Need you.Need your cock.Your piercings.Please, Matt."

How could I resist such an honest plea?Casey whimpered, and I fingered him, adding more lube and making sure he was nice and slick, his hole glistening, clenching around nothing.I reached for the bottle on the nightstand, slicking myself generously.

"Turn over," I said softly."Want to see your face as I fuck you."

He complied, rolling onto his back, legs falling open in invitation.He reached out and grabbed his legs under the knee, looking for all the world like a sexy little slut, spread open and ready for me.His cock lay hard against his stomach, leaking and neglected.I grabbed a pillow and shoved it under his ass, raising him up so I could fuck him good and deep.

I positioned myself between his thighs, the head of my cock pressing against his entrance but not pushing in yet."Been thinking about this," I admitted, running my hands up his sides, feeling the rapid rise and fall of his breath."Every night in that tent.Thinking about coming home to you."

Something flashed in Casey's eyes—vulnerability, maybe even affection—before he covered it with his usual snark."Yeah, well, you took your sweet fucking time about it."

I smiled, recognizing the defense mechanism for what it was."I'm here now," I said simply, and pushed forward, breaching the tight ring of muscle."We can survive being apart if we know this is what we're coming home to, can't we?"

"I don't know about––" he cut his own words off with a moan as I sank deeper.The heat of him was overwhelming after days of only my own hand for relief.I sank in slowly, giving him time to adjust to each of my piercings as they slipped past his rim.Casey's eyes rolled back, his mouth falling open in a silent cry as I filled him inch by inch.

When I was fully seated, I paused, giving us both a moment to adjust.His legs wrapped around my waist, heels digging into my lower back, urging me deeper even though there was nowhere left to go.

"Missed this," he murmured, almost too quiet to hear.Then, louder, with his typical bravado: "Now move, Blackstone.Some of us don't have all day."

I laughed, leaning down to capture his lips in a kiss that was more teeth and tongue than finesse."So impatient," I whispered against his mouth as I began to withdraw, the ridge of my piercing catching on his rim.

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