The Intern

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Before I could decide, he stepped forward, his hands flattening on the table on either side of me, his face inches from mine. “Show me how good you can make yourself feel.” His focus was on my lips—the ones on my face. He was ogling, flirting with my pout, even if he wasn’t going to kiss me. “Show me how badly you want my f*****g cock.”

All I could smell was him.

And it was that scent, his passionate presence that caused me to glide in. I was so wet; it was like he’d drenched me in lube.

“f**k yes,” we both hissed at the same time.

It quickly became too much.

Not just the euphoria spreading through me, but also being under his watchful eye.

His gaze wasn’t a normal stare.

It was power.

Pleasure.

“f**k yourself, Hannah.”

My neck fell back as his words collided into me, my hand beating between my legs. His mouth had already brought me so close; it wouldn’t take me long to return.

“Look at me, Hannah.” The sweetness of his breath breezed across my face. “Stare into my eyes while you f**k your pussy.”

A bolt of energy blasted down my chest as my neck straightened.

I couldn’t breathe.

All I could do was hold on to the sexiness of his face, those wildly beautiful green eyes, his carnal temperament that I could feel in the air between us.

“Harder.”

I listened.

I followed.

And I observed him pulling off his tie, unbuttoning his shirt, a swishing sound hitting my ears as each item of clothing fell to the carpet.

Each bit of his body that he revealed was even more of a turn-on. Ripples and cords of muscle, grooves etched across his abs.

He spent hours in the gym, and I appreciated each one.

A bead of pre-c*m was at the head of his c**k, glistening under the overhead light.

My God, that d**k.

I remembered it.

There was no way I could ever forget it.

But here, we weren’t surrounded by darkness.

Here, I could see the bulge of his crown and the thickness of his shaft and the short, coarse hairs that ran along the bottom of his stomach.

More man than I’d ever seen before.

He wrapped his hand around it and pumped.

Hard.

Even though he had torn off the corner of the metal foil and had the condom ready in his hand, he climbed onto the table, kneeling beside me. “Suck my c**k while you finger yourself.”

There was so much vigor in that creamy droplet that I wanted it on my tongue.

I wanted to mix his taste with the wine and brownies, adding to the desire that was keeping me so wet.

But there was something else, something that was also taking over.

“Declan”—I inhaled sharply—“I’m going to come.”

“Do it with my d**k in your mouth.” He held my chin, his thumb tracing my lips. “Let me feel it on your tongue.”

The saltiness immediately hit my taste buds, a flavor so masculine that it made my mouth water. I swallowed the small bead and lowered down his tip as far as I could go.

It was one thing to look at his c**k in the light.

It was a whole other thing to have it in my mouth, my lips stretched wide, my throat too narrow to take most of it in. But as my orgasm started to take shape, the tingles working their way through my p***y, I filled my mouth with him.

Bob, swirl, suck.

A pattern.

He grabbed the back of my head, gripping my hair, and I moaned on his shaft. I was taking him in a little deeper with each plunge, but I’d reached the point where I couldn’t fight the peak of my orgasm.

It was here.

Nearing so fast.

“f**k, yeah, suck that f*****g cock.”

As I began to shudder, he twisted my n****e, squeezing it between his fingers, the pain only bringing me there quicker.

We were moving together in a rhythm, my hand matching my mouth, too full to form words, but my breaths were loud, my moans unmistakable.

“Yesss,” he hissed. “I can almost feel you coming.”

My release took over.

Part of that was what I was doing to myself, part was the control I had over his pleasure, and part was from the way he looked at me.

The thirst in his eyes.

It wasn’t just erotic; it was consuming.

And it caused ripples to ignite through my navel.

When he pulled out, my lips made a pop, followed by, “Declan!”

In that moment, while my body was shuddering, his eyes lowered to my p***y, observing the way I fingered myself, the way I rubbed my c**t.

“Goddamn it.”

The intensity was almost like a fire, burning right through me, strengthening before it died.

When the stillness set in, he pulled out my fingers and brought them up to his mouth. “f**k, you taste good.”

He was licking my skin, savoring the wetness, rotating his tongue around my nail before he buried my entire finger in his mouth. And while he drank me in, he set down the condom and returned to that spot—the one I’d just left. Instead of using his palm, like I had, he used fingers and then added two inside me.

“Oh s**t,” I cried, my body just recovering, but his touch reminded me how easily I could get back to that place.

This time, it felt completely different because it was Declan’s touch.

His control.

The only thing I could do was hold on, accept the tingles once they started to grow.

He’d moved off the table, and he stood in front of me, leaning into my ear.

I didn’t know if he was going to bite my lobe. If he was going to lick the shell, breathing sounds of satisfaction into my skin.

But I wasn’t surprised when I got, “I want you to come again. All over this table.” The heat from his lips scorched me. “I want you to mark the wood with your cum.”

I was already so close.

But his ruling reached all the way to my stomach. With it came this unexpected surge, tightening everything inside me.

“f**k yes,” he breathed. “I can feel it.”

In and out.

Rubbing, circling.

Nonstop.

I could barely see.

The only thing I could do was focus on the throbbing that was moving through my body.

“Do you know how good you feel?” He picked up speed. “So wet, so f*****g tight.” He nipped my cheek. “I want you to come. Right now.”

My head leaned back again, my toes grinding into the edge of the table, causing my legs to spread even wider.

But I wasn’t in control of those movements.