Page 76 of The Summer Intern

"How do you want it?"I asked, positioning myself between his spread thighs."Like this, or should I flip you over?"

"Like this," Matt said immediately.

I nodded, hooking my hands under his knees to push his legs up and back, exposing him further.The position must have been an unfamiliar stretch for him, but he didn't complain, just looked up at me with a mixture of trust and desire that made my chest ache.

"I'm going to go slow," I warned, guiding the head of my cock to his entrance."Tell me if it's too much."

The first press forward met resistance, his body tensing instinctively against the intrusion.I stilled, waiting for him to adjust.

"Relax," I murmured, running a soothing hand down his thigh."Breathe out as I push in."

Matt nodded, taking a deep breath and releasing it slowly as I pressed forward again.This time, the head of my cock slipped past the tight ring of muscle, and we both groaned at the sensation.

"Holy fuck," Matt gasped, eyes wide.

"You okay?"I managed, fighting the urge to thrust deeper into that incredible heat.

He nodded jerkily."Yeah.Just—fuck.Full.Give me a second."

I held perfectly still, though it cost me considerable effort.The sight of Matt beneath me, bound and impaled on just the head of my cock, was almost enough to make me come on the spot.His muscular chest rose and fell with rapid breaths, a flush spreading across his skin from his neck to the compass tattoo.

After what felt like an eternity, he nodded again."More," he whispered."Slow."

I pushed forward incrementally, watching his face for signs of discomfort, prepared to stop at the slightest indication.But Matt just kept breathing through it, his body gradually accepting more of me until, finally, I was fully seated inside him, our bodies flush together.

"Fuck," I breathed, overwhelmed by the tight heat surrounding me."Matt, you feel incredible."

"Casey," he moaned, my name sounding like a prayer on his lips."So full.So good.Fuck, I had no idea."

I leaned forward, changing the angle slightly, and captured his mouth in a deep kiss.The movement caused a small shift in my position inside him, and he gasped against my lips.I nipped his bottom lip."As good as this feels, I'm the bottom still," I whispered, and he let out a gruff laugh, raising his lips to kiss me again.

"Move," he urged when we broke apart."Please, Casey.Fuck me.Need to feel you."

I withdrew slowly, almost to the tip, then pushed back in with the same careful deliberation.Matt's legs wrapped around my waist, pulling me deeper, encouraging me without words.I established a gentle rhythm, each thrust a bit firmer than the last as he adjusted to the intrusion.

"More," Matt demanded, straining against the ropes to get closer to me, push me deeper."Harder."

I picked up the pace, driving into him with more force.The headboard began to knock against the wall, keeping time with our movements.Matt's cock bounced against his stomach with each thrust, still rock hard and leaking.

"Fuck, Matt," I groaned, angling my hips to hit his prostate with each stroke."So tight.So perfect around my cock."

"Love you," he gasped, the words punched out of him by a particularly deep thrust."I love you so fucking much, Casey."

The raw emotion in his voice threatened to unravel me completely.I drove into him harder, my control slipping as pleasure built at the base of my spine.

"I love you too," I admitted, the words easier now than they had been at the talent show.Here, in the privacy of his loft, with our bodies joined as intimately as possible, the truth flowed freely."So fucking much, Matt.You have no idea."

His response was a stream of filthy encouragement, begging me to go harder, deeper, to make him feel it tomorrow.His words grew increasingly incoherent as I found the perfect angle, hitting his prostate with each thrust.

"Casey," he warned suddenly, his voice tight."Going to—fuck—going to come.Don't stop.Please don't stop."

I maintained the rhythm, watching in fascination as his cock jerked without being touched.A moment later, he cried out, back arching off the bed as ropes of cum erupted across his stomach and chest.His body clenched rhythmically around my cock, the added pressure nearly sending me over the edge.

"Fuck, Matt," I gasped, slowing my movements to let him ride out his orgasm."Did you just—"

"Don't stop," he pleaded, still trembling with aftershocks."Want to feel you come inside me."

Those words—combined with the sight of him bound and covered in his own cum, his body still gripping me like a vise—were my undoing.I thrust once, twice more, then buried myself deep as my orgasm crashed through me.I came hard, filling him with pulse after pulse, marking him from the inside in the most primal way possible.

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