The Intern: Enemies To Lovers

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.”

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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-cum was at the head of his cock, glistening under the overhead light.

My God, that dick.

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 cock 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 dick 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 cock 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 pussy, 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.

“Fuck, yeah, suck that fucking cock.”

As I began to shudder, he twisted my nipple, 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 pussy, observing the way I fingered myself, the way I rubbed my clit.

“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. “Fuck, 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 shit,” 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.

“Fuck 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 fucking 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.

I couldn’t control anything.

The orgasm had taken over.

“Declan!” The shudders were in my stomach, my lips trembling, “Yes!”

He continued to finger me until I lifted my head, catching his eyes, my body completely still.

That was when he pulled out and licked me off his fingers. “So obedient.” He swiped my pussy, gathering more wetness that he sucked off his skin. “You have no idea how badly I want to fuck you right now.”

I’d gotten off twice in a matter of minutes.

Tiny sparks still lingered inside me, yet I wanted more.

“Then, fuck me.” My teeth found my lip. Biting. “Make me come again.”

His thumb pulled on that same lip. “That fucking mouth.”

I thought he was going to kiss me. He neared in, aiming for my lips, but landed on my neck.