Page 75 of The Summer Intern

"Say it again," I demanded, even as I carefully lifted myself off Matt's cock.The sudden emptiness made me wince, but I was too focused on his words to care.I stayed between his spread legs, looking down at him with a mixture of lust and wonder.The rope around his wrists pulled taut as he strained upward, trying to maintain contact with my body as I moved away.

"I want you to fuck me, Casey," Matt repeated, his voice steadier than I would have expected given the circumstances.His eyes held mine, unflinching despite the vulnerability of his position."I've been thinking about it for weeks."

"Weeks?"I echoed, my hand absently stroking his thigh with one hand and my cock with the other, imagining the tight grip of Matt's luscious ass around me."Why didn't you say something?"

He gave a small shrug, the movement limited by his bound wrists."Wasn't sure I was ready.But tonight, after the show..."He trailed off, swallowing hard."I want everything with you.No more holding back."

Christ.If I hadn't already been achingly hard, those words would have done the trick.I glanced at the rope securing him to the headboard, considering.

"I could untie you," I offered."Might be easier for your first time."

Matt shook his head immediately."No.Like this.Want to be completely yours."

Fuck.The trust implicit in that statement hit me like a physical blow.For someone like Matt—a natural leader, always in control, responsible for an entire camp—to willingly put himself in such a vulnerable position...it was almost too much.

"Spread your legs wider for me."

He complied instantly, shifting his muscular thighs further apart as I slipped a pillow under his hips, raising him up.The position exposed him completely, his cock still hard and glistening with lube, the Prince Albert piercing catching the moonlight.I moved between his legs, running my hands up his thighs to his hips, then further up to trace the intricate lines of the tattoos covering his torso.

My gaze traveled down to where he was most vulnerable.I'd never really looked at Matt's bare ass with this specific intent before.Sure, I'd appreciated it—how could I not?—but now I was examining it as territory to be explored, claimed.

"Going to make this so good for you," I promised, reaching again for the lube.

I poured a generous amount onto my fingers, warming it between them as I contemplated my approach.Despite my extensive sexual history, this moment felt uniquely significant.This wasn't just another hook-up; this was Matt—Matt who had just told an entire camp full of people he loved me, Matt who was currently bound to his own bed, offering me a piece of himself he'd never given anyone.

"Tell me if anything hurts," I instructed, circling his entrance with one slick finger."We can stop anytime."

"I'm not going to break," Matt said with a hint of his usual confidence, though it wavered as my finger pressed more firmly against him."I'm too fucking horny."

I took my time, tracing the tight ring of muscle, applying gentle pressure without pushing inside.Matt's breathing quickened, his abs tensing and relaxing as he adjusted to the new sensation.When I slipped just the tip of my finger inside, he gasped, his cock twitching against his stomach.

"Good?"I asked, stilling my movement.

"Fuck," he breathed."Different.But yeah.Good.More."

I worked my finger deeper, watching his face for any sign of discomfort.There was none—only a fascinating mixture of concentration and pleasure, his lips parted, eyes half-closed but still fixed on mine.When my finger was fully seated inside him, I curled it experimentally, searching.

"Oh, fuck!"Matt's back arched off the bed, his wrists straining against the rope."What the—do that again."

I grinned, having found what I was looking for."You mean this?"I pressed against his prostate again, circular motions that had him writhing and cursing.

"Please," he gasped."Casey, more.Need more."

Who was I to deny such a polite request?I slowly withdrew my finger, then returned with two, the stretch more pronounced this time.Matt hissed, a sound of both pleasure and adjustment.

"Breathe," I reminded him, stilling my fingers until I felt him relax around me."That's it.Just like that."

I worked him open carefully, scissoring my fingers, occasionally brushing against his prostate to keep pleasure outweighing the unfamiliar intrusion.His cock leaked steadily onto his stomach, creating a small puddle that glistened in the dim light.

"Another," Matt demanded after several minutes of this treatment."I can take it.Want to be ready for you."

The eagerness in his voice sent a fresh wave of arousal through me.I added more lube, then pressed a third finger alongside the others, moving with deliberate slowness.The tight heat around my fingers was intoxicating, a preview of what my cock would soon experience.

"Fuck, you're tight," I murmured, working my fingers deeper."Going to feel so good around my cock."

"Then do it," Matt urged, his hips moving now to meet my thrusting fingers."I'm ready.Casey, please.Fuck me with that pretty cock."

I wasn't entirely convinced he was physically ready—this was his first time, after all—but the desperation in his voice was hard to resist.I withdrew my fingers, reached for the lube again, and slicked my cock generously.No condoms—we'd established early on that my latex allergy meant we'd be bare, and we were both clean.The thought of being inside Matt with nothing between us made my cock throb painfully.

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