The Intern: Enemies To Lovers

I wanted to moan.

I wanted to scream.

I wanted my reaction to tell him exactly how I was feeling.

But I was locked in this place where his movements had taken over my voice, my emotion, every part of my body, and I could do nothing but squeeze the blanket beneath me and hang on.

“You’re tightening,” he exhaled. “Fucking pulsing.” He leaned over me, our bodies aligned, his hips thrusting back and hammering forward. Over and over. “You want to come on my cock?”

I swallowed, searching.

Digging.

“Yes!” I gasped.

Before I could find that release, he pulled out, turned me onto my stomach, lifted me to my hands and knees, and stroked right back in.

This angle-my God-it came with an overwhelming amount of fullness. If there was an end to me, I swore he hit it every time he dived in. But within that deepness was also a special place, and he aimed right for it, his tip caressing that G-spot, teasing my orgasm.

“Declan, I’m going to-”

“I know. I can feel it.”

His hands roamed down my back and over my ass and around my hip, and when he flicked my clit, I lost it.

“Fuck!” I shouted. “Fuuuck!” It came on even faster this round, grabbing ahold of me, the waves shaking through me. “Declan!”

This time, the tingles started in my thighs, swelling toward my chest.

My nails bit into the blanket; my toes bent into the bed.

“So fucking wet.” He slowed, but he continued to give me that combination of pressure and penetration.

It was just what I needed.

What I craved.

What was making me completely wild.

“Feeling you come”-he kissed the center of my back-“is the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced.” His lips were like fire, each kiss another scorching flame. “Do you know what I want?” His voice was sharp, exhilarating.

I wasn’t sure I could even form words at this point, so I moaned instead.

“I want to feel you lose yourself on my dick again.” He reared his ass back and gradually slipped into me. “And then I’m going to fill you with my fucking cum.”

He gave me no chance to respond.

Not even a second to grunt out how steamy that sounded before he was turning me around and lifting me from the bed, bringing me to the balcony.

We had the entire top floor of the boutique hotel, and there were no balconies beside us, no buildings in front of us.

Just the mountains.

He sat on one of the lounge chairs and placed me on top of him. “I want to watch you come.” He took my nipple into his mouth, staring into my eyes while he bit down, simultaneously tilting his hips up, filling me with every inch of his dick.

The outside air made my senses more aware.

The crispness gnawed at my skin.

The freshness made my back arch.

“Jesus, you’re fucking gorgeous.”

I’d just taken my first dip, rocking forward and back before rising to his tip again.

His eyes didn’t leave me even though his mouth was moving to new spots, his hands just as busy.

When I reached his crown, I circled, giving myself that added friction. It was during my second rotation that I felt his finger touch that forbidden place. He’d taken some of the wetness from my pussy, and he sank right in.

“Oh God.” I gripped his shoulders, squeezing them. “That feels so good.”

“You love me being in your ass. You love me being inside that tight little hole as much as I do.”

He was only giving me a finger, but I took it.

I used it.

And my body began to build around it.

“Ahhh!” I inhaled. “Yes!”

Even though he’d given me the control, I felt taken.

Consumed.

Raptured.

He was kissing me, and with each swipe of his tongue, he was bringing me that much closer to the edge.

The edge where I was going to lose it all.

“You’re almost there. I can feel it.” His finger went deeper; it moved faster, and so did his thumb that was rubbing my clit. “You can’t fight how good this feels, Hannah.” He was moving with me, thrusting up at the same time as I lowered. “I’m filling your fucking ass; your cunt is tightening around my dick, and your clit is hardening.” He sucked on my lip, releasing it to say, “Let it go, baby. Give me your fucking orgasm.”Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

How could words be so sexy?

How could they make me feel better than I already was?

But they did.

They brought me there.

And I was gone.

“Declan,” I howled, frozen in the air while he pummeled into me. I couldn’t tell where the sensations were coming from. I couldn’t tell which part of my body was feeling the most pleasure. All I could do was take it. And then all I could do was fall. “Oh fuck! Yes!”

“You want more of this cock? I’m going to give it to you.”

I heard myself beg.

I heard myself moan.

I heard myself demand, “Come with me.”

Shudders were exhausting my body, but I still felt the change in him.

The roughness in his drives.

The deepness.

“Hannah,” he roared.

But he didn’t stop.

He didn’t slow.

He upheld this relentless pattern, pounding into me while he smashed our lips together.

“You’re milking me,” he growled the moment he pulled away. “Milking every drop out of me.”

The waves were still colliding, but as I heard this, as I now knew what was happening inside him, I felt like I was reaching that summit all over again.

There was a messy combination of jitters and tingles, and, “Declan,” came shouting out of me.

“Take my cum, Hannah.” His movements were fierce, untamed. “I want your cunt to swallow it.”

I screamed when the final shudder passed through me, and then I felt nothing but stillness as we clung to each other, finding our breath again.

When I felt like I could finally form words, I pressed my hands on both sides of his face and gently kissed him. “The mountains just got quite the show.”

He dragged his thumb over my bottom lip. “That’s just the first round. Wait until I rub the Nutella mousse cake all over you and then pound”-he grabbed my ass with both hands-“this.”