Page 72 of Until We Burn
I look up from my laptop to see Diana walking in. Her dark hair falls in soft waves down her back. Some of the strands brush up against her cheeks to emphasize the warm, bronzy hue of her makeup and the brass jewelry decorating her ears and wrists.
The tension inside me grows into a burning want that lashes at my self-control.
“Kainoa?Mon cœur,are you still there?”
I blink and stutter over my words, “Uh, y-yeah! I’m…I’m here.”
Diana catches me staring. That wicked little smile slinks across her lips before she comes over to me. My arm wraps around her waist.
“It wouldn’t hurt to give her a chance,” Papa pushes.
“Uh huh…”
Diana’s hands rise up my chest. She licks my neck and kisses it softly. I clench up under the moan I’m trying to hold back.
“You never know, Kainoa. Lori could be the one,” Mama chirps.
My breath catches as Diana’s hand trails down my waist.
“L-Look.” I swallow hard. My French becomes broken and scattered from the feeling of Diana’s lips on my skin, and her handrubbing over my cock. “I have a business presentation to prepare for. Can we, uh, can we talk about this later?”
“Alright,” Mama relents. “Goodnight,mon cœur.We love you.”
“I love you guys, too. Bye.”
I put my phone aside and pull Diana in. “Come here.”
I kiss her hard. My stress strips away, leaving behind an insatiable hunger to taste her lips over and over. Our hook up in the locker room lounge burns into my memory like a brand and I don’t know how I was able to go two weeks without kissing and fucking her.
I bend down and hitch her legs around my waist. Diana gasps into the kiss.
I carry her to my bedroom and pin her back against the door, shutting it closed.
Soon enough, Diana’s cries and my grunts fill the room. My stress sinks into oblivion with every thrust I make. Diana tugs on my hair as she clings onto me. Her hair mats against the sweat on her skin and she glows like a goddess I’d get on my knees for.
My grip on her thighs tightens before my pace gets rougher. The door thuds and shudders behind Diana. Shameless moans push out of her gaping mouth. My self-control snaps. Something about watching Diana, this proper heiress who always wears designer clothes and always has perfect etiquette being nothing more than an outlet for me to rail and use makes me lose my goddamn mind.
I fuck her until I’m drowning in my own lust. Until I go brain dead from how tightly Diana’s pussy wraps around my cock. Until we’re both tensing and finishing together with a sharp cry and a low groan.
She gushes all over me, panting and limp.
“Oh my god,” I whisper.
Diana chuckles breathlessly. Her head slumps against my chest. “Better?”
“Much better.” I smirk and brush her hair back. “So…ready to listen to me talk about KPI and environmental scans?”
“If we takea look at the performance metrics, we see…uh, we see a seventy-two percent increase in the Pacific Observer’s engagement when they posted short clips on their website versus when they posted full length videos.”
I present my part of the presentation to Diana. She sits on my bed, fully dressed in the designer jeans and sweater she came in with, while jotting down her feedback in a notepad.
I try to stay focused. But my anxiety circles back to the thought of screwing this up. If I do, I’ll lose the internship, upset my family, and who knows what other fucked up rumor might come out of me getting kicked off the business and marketing internship?
My chest feels tighter, my heart pounds faster, and sweat builds at the back of my neck. By the end of the presentation, I feel like a fucking wreck.
“Well, that’s it,” I conclude. “You can rip into me now.”
Diana cocks her head and smiles so endearingly at me, the panic inside loosens its grip a little. “And what makes you think I’m going to rip into you?”
