The Virgin Intern(20)

“Of course,” I say, my voice rough.

He walks away like nothing just happened, and I’m left turned on and staring after him, throwing curses at him with my mind.





Chapter 10




I thought way too long about what to put on to go to Andrew’s room. It’s going to be dark, and we’ll likely be naked anyway, but still, I wanted to look good. Unfortunately, being a recent virgin doesn’t lend itself to a lot of sexy sleepwear. I finally settle for functional—I can walk the hallway in it and not feel ridiculous—just a camisole and shorts. I swear the walk to Andrew’s room feels like the longest walk I’ve ever made in my life.

I knock softly on the door, and it opens almost immediately. He was waiting for me. There’s a single lamp on, making the room moody and mysterious. But I don’t have time to examine my surroundings because as soon as the door shuts I’m crushed up against it, Andrew filling up my senses. He’s already shirtless, and I let my hands trace the edges of the muscles down his back. His tongue is tangling with mine, and I can taste mint.

He pulls us away from the door, backing up to the bed until we fall down on it. The fall breaks our kiss, and I see that I’m on top. Having all of Andrew spread out under my body brings out a hunger I didn’t even know I had in me. This time I’m going to explore. I see him about to sit up, and place a hand on his chest. “Not this time.”

He raises an eyebrow at me, but doesn’t argue. I lean down to kiss him, and this time I’m the one who does the invading, exploring his mouth with my tongue and drawing him into me. I break away and I don’t hesitate, placing my mouth just below his jaw and sucking at his skin.

I follow the same path he did on me, moving down his throat and running the tip of my tongue across his collarbone. Then I’m at his chest, and I can see he’s breathing heavily. I glance up at him to find him watching, eyes glazed with sensation. I put my mouth on his nipple, feeling it harden as I explore it with my tongue. The groan that Andrew lets out when I add suction fuels the fervor I’m feeling. I move to his other nipple for the same before licking my way down the planes of his stomach and exploring his gorgeous abs with my fingers.

I mimic his path again with my mouth, kissing lower as I slide my palms down the lines of his hips and hook my fingers into the waist of his pants. Then they’re gone, and I’m face to face with his cock, already fully erect. I reach out and touch it, and Andrew hisses when I take it in my hand. He scrubs his own hands across his face, and I smile. Fair’s fair.

I run my fingers up and down, the skin softer than I was expecting. I’ve never touched one like this, obviously. It’s empowering, and turning me on so much I can hardly stand it. I keep running my hand up and down, trying to circle it fully with my fingers and barely managing. I like watching the muscles in his legs and abs jump as I touch him. I’ve been following his same path, and his path led directly to his mouth on me. Just the thought of putting my mouth on him sends fresh zings of adrenaline and need running through me.

I don’t give him any warning as I lean forward to take him into mouth and start sucking. I don’t get very far, but it’s enough. His whole body jumps, and he swears. I pull back, sucking all the way, and release him to run my tongue all the way up and down his length. When I take him in again, letting his head brush the back of my throat, I go as far as I can, though his cock is enormous and my mouth is not. I’ve never done this before, but the continuous soft stream of curse words coming from Andrew’s mouth tells me that I’m not completely terrible at it.

Suddenly Andrew sits up and pulls me off him, drawing me back up level with his face. “You have to stop,” he says. “Otherwise I’m going to come and I want to fuck you before I do.”

“I want you to fuck me too,” I say, high with adrenaline and the feeling of power that just came from bringing him to the edge.

He rolls over me, pressing me into the bed, overwhelming me with the feeling of his skin. “How about a little spontaneity?” he asks.

His hands are on me, roaming over my skin, lifting up my shirt and leaving tingles behind. “What did you have in mind?” I ask, more than a little breathless.

My shorts are gone in another moment and then our limbs are tangling together, skin on skin. It’s my new favorite feeling.

“This house has a great pool, and I would love to see the rest of you soaking wet. I see your pussy already is.”

“Now?”

“Now,” he says. “Everyone is asleep. It will be just us and the water.”