Page 73 of The Summer Intern

Tonight seemed like the perfect time to surprise him.

"Hands above your head," I ordered, returning to the bed with the rope dangling from my fingers.

Matt's eyes widened, but he complied immediately, stretching his arms up toward the headboard.His muscles tensed, creating valleys and ridges that begged to be traced with tongue and teeth.I noticed his hands twitch slightly—nervous energy or eager anticipation, I couldn't tell.

"You sure?"he asked, voice catching slightly.

I paused, rope still coiled in my hand."You’re mine, aren’t you?"

His gaze locked with mine, and the raw vulnerability there made my chest ache."Yes," he said simply."Always yes.All yours."

Fuck.How was I supposed to maintain my dominant swagger when he said shit like that?

I swallowed hard and climbed onto the bed, straddling his chest as I began unwinding the rope."Tell me if it's too tight," I murmured, wrapping the first loop around his right wrist.

The rope slid through my fingers with familiar ease, reminding me of the day we’d spent tying knots.Never with someone who had just proclaimed his love for me in front of an entire camp full of people.I worked methodically, crossing the rope between his wrists before securing each to the wooden slats of the headboard.

The quiet sounds filled the loft—the soft rasp of rope against skin, Matt's increasingly shallow breathing, the occasional creak of the bed as he shifted beneath me.When I pulled the final knot tight, I sat back to admire my work.

"Try to move," I instructed.

Matt tugged experimentally, the muscles in his arms and chest flexing.The headboard creaked, but the knots held firm.A slow smile spread across his face, transforming into something darker and hungrier than his usual warm grin.

"Looks like you've got me," he said, voice low and rough."What are you planning to do with me?"

I slid backward until I was straddling his hips, the hard length of his cock pressing against the seam of my jeans."Everything," I promised.

I stripped efficiently, tossing my clothes to join his on the floor.Matt watched with undisguised hunger, his cock twitching against his stomach as I revealed more skin.The Prince Albert piercing at the tip caught the moonlight, a glint of metal that made my mouth water.

"Fuck, Casey," he groaned as I settled back onto him, skin to skin now."Need you."

"I know," I said, reaching for the lube in the bedside drawer."I need you too.Need to ride this beautiful cock until you're begging."

His hips bucked upward involuntarily, seeking friction."Already begging," he gasped."Please, Casey."

I uncapped the lube and poured a generous amount onto my fingers, reaching behind myself.Matt watched, lips parted and eyes dark as I worked myself open, my movements deliberate and practiced.I knew he loved watching this part—loved seeing me prepare myself for him.His cock jutted up between us, flushed dark and already leaking pre-cum onto his stomach.

"You're so fucking hot," he whispered, straining against the ropes just enough to test their hold."Can't believe you're mine."

"Believe it," I said, adding a second finger and hissing at the stretch."Told the whole fucking camp, didn't I?"

The memory of standing on that stage, guitar in hand, singing words I'd never thought I'd have the courage to say out loud—it sent a fresh wave of need through me.I'd been so scared, so certain I was making a massive mistake.And then Matt had stood up, walked to the stage, and taken the microphone, and everything changed.

"You did," Matt agreed, voice tight with emotion and arousal."Most beautiful thing I've ever heard."

I couldn't handle the tenderness in his eyes, not when I was trying to maintain control of the situation.So I slid a third finger in, perhaps a bit too quickly, using the sharp edge of pleasure-pain to ground myself.

"Shut up and let me fuck you," I growled, withdrawing my fingers and reaching for the lube again.

I slicked up his cock, paying special attention to the piercing, making him writhe beneath my touch.Then I positioned myself over him, one hand holding his cock steady, the other braced on his chest for balance.

"Look at me," I commanded as I began to sink down.

Matt's eyes locked with mine as I took him in, inch by agonizing inch.The stretch burned in the best possible way, the Prince Albert adding an extra dimension of sensation as it dragged against my inner walls.I didn't stop until I was fully seated, his cock throbbing inside me, filling me so completely I could barely breathe.

"Fuck," I gasped, adjusting to the fullness."So good."

"Casey," Matt moaned, the sound desperate and raw.His hands flexed in their bonds, instinctively trying to grab my hips."Please move.Need you to move."

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