Page 74 of The Summer Intern

I lifted up slowly, then dropped back down with enough force to make the bed frame creak in protest.Matt's eyes rolled back, a stream of filthy encouragement falling from his lips.

"That's it, fuck, ride me," he groaned."Take what you need, Casey.Use me."

I established a rhythm, rising and falling on his cock, angling my hips to hit the spot that sent sparks shooting up my spine.The room filled with the sounds of skin against skin, with our mingled curses and moans, with the increasingly urgent creaking of the bed.

"Beg for it," I demanded, slowing my pace to a torturous crawl.

"Please," Matt gasped immediately, no hesitation."Please, Casey.Harder.Need to feel you come on my cock."

I rewarded him by picking up the pace, riding him with renewed vigor."Fuck me, baby," I ordered."Use those hips."

He thrust upward to meet each of my downward movements, establishing a counterpoint rhythm that had both of us panting.Sweat slicked our skin, making the slide of our bodies easier, more fluid.I leaned forward, changing the angle again, and was rewarded with a broken moan from Matt.

"Love you," he gasped, the words sounding torn from somewhere deep inside him."Fuck, Casey, I love you so much."

Those words—still so new, still so raw—pushed me closer to the edge.I reached between us to stroke myself, matching the rhythm of our bodies.

"Love you too," I admitted, the confession easier in the heat of the moment, with Matt bound and vulnerable beneath me."So fucking much, Matt.Drives me crazy."

His thrusts grew more erratic, a telltale sign he was getting close."Casey," he groaned."Gonna come soon.Can't—fuck—can't hold back."

I slowed again, a wicked idea forming."Not yet," I said, stilling completely with him buried inside me."Want something else first."

Matt whimpered—actually whimpered—a sound I'd never heard from him before.His chest heaved with exertion, sweat glistening on the compass tattoo that covered his left pectoral.

"Anything," he promised, desperation clear in every tense line of his body."What do you want?"

I leaned forward until our foreheads touched, until I could feel his breath mingling with mine."Tell me again," I whispered."Tell me what you said at the show."

Understanding dawned in his eyes, followed by a softness that contrasted beautifully with the raw sexuality of our position."I love you, Casey," he said, voice steady despite his physical state."I've loved you since the first day you walked into that job fair and yelled at me for being too outdoorsy."

twenty-nine

Casey

IgrinneddownatSutton, feeling mischievous."I had a crush on Sutton first."

"Oh, fuck off.Sutton?"Matt groaned.I wiggled my hips, leaning down to kiss him, loving the way his cock shifted inside me as I did.

"But you're the one who got me.And your cock feels so good, so much better than Sutton's would have."

Matt rolled his eyes."Sutton is a bottom, jackass.And don't ask me how I know that, I don't want to relive it."

I burst out laughing, and kissed the tip of his nose, grinding on top of him."Don't blame him.Bottoming feels so fucking good."

Matt blinked up at me."I want to know what it feels like," Matt said suddenly, the words tumbling out between desperate, raw moans.

I stilled again, not sure I'd heard him correctly."What?"

His eyes met mine, pupils blown wide with desire but gaze steady and certain."I want to know what it feels like to have you inside me," he repeated."Want you to fuck me, Casey."

The words hit me like a physical blow, sending a fresh surge of arousal through my system.We'd done a lot of things in the weeks we'd been sleeping together, but that was one line we hadn't crossed.Not because I hadn't wanted to—fuck knows I'd fantasized about it plenty—but because Matt had never asked.

"Are you serious?"I managed, my voice hoarse.I shifted on top of him again, moaning softly at the stretch of his cock, not sure what to do.

"Dead serious," Matt confirmed, bucking his hips up to emphasize his point."Want to feel you inside me.Want everything with you."

I sat impaled on his cock, looking down at this beautiful man—bound to his bed, completely at my mercy, offering me yet another piece of himself that I hadn't even dared to ask for.It was almost too much.

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