Feel Something (COMPLETED)

09. The Cold After The Heat

Gigi heard the soft knock on her door and quickly threw her oversized t-shirt back on. She cracked the door, just enough to see Shanae standing there, looking full of life and excited for the day.

"Sisssss! Why you not dressed for breakfast bitch?! Do you see this place? Oh my fuckin' God!" Shanae exclaimed, trying to push past Gigi.

Gigi quickly threw her arm up, blocking Shanae from walking into her room. "Uh, no, sis. I'll come down to your room. I'm... uh, not dressed," she blurted, trying to keep her composure while Chris shifted in the bed behind her.

Shanae narrowed her eyes, clearly suspicious. "Girl, what you mean? Come on now, it's just me."

Gigi forced a smile. "I know, but seriously, give me like five minutes. I'll meet you in your room, promise."

Shanae rolled her eyes, but eventually backed off. "Alright, fine. Don't take forever. I'm hungry!"

As soon as Shanae walked off, Gigi closed the door and leaned against it, exhaling hard. When she walked back towards the inner room, Chris was already up, sitting on the edge of the bed, completely naked. His body still radiating. His eyes locked on hers, and she could see that playful glint in his gaze. She couldn't believe he stayed the night, but then again, it made perfect sense.

All night, it was the same rhythm—he'd slide into her, fall asleep, then wake up and slide right back in, like he couldn't get enough. Every time he opened his eyes he craved her. And now? Shanae was right.

It was time for breakfast.

Without a word, he grabbed her hand and pulled her toward him. Gigi barely had time to process anything as he swiftly rolled a new condom on and bent her over the bed.

She was still sore and throbbing from the night before, but the second he touched her, a rush of heat shot through her. She knew she should stop him, tell him she needed a break, but her mouth couldn't form the words. Chris slid into her with one swift motion, and the mix of pain and pleasure made her yelp.

His thrusts were deep, quick, and relentless. Gigi's hands gripped the bed sheets as he pounded into her, each thrust hitting harder than the last. Her body trembled with each stroke, her moans growing louder and louder until they were screams. Chris reached around and covered her mouth, and to be honest... That only made her wetter.

A sly grin tugged at his lips as he kept up the brutal pace. Gigi's eyes rolled back, her mind barely able to keep up with the sensations running through her. It was easily some of the best sex she had ever had, and the fact that she was still sore made it even more intense. She couldn't help but whimper underneath him, her body giving in to every ounce of pleasure and pain.

A few more hard, deep thrusts and it was over.

Chris pulled out and stood up, towering over her as he watched her tremble and catch her breath. "Get dressed and go meet your sister," he said with a grin.

Gigi's legs wobbled as she stood up. She glanced at Chris, trying to figure out what was running through his mind, but he just leaned back, looking completely unbothered, like he didn't just wreck her whole morning.

"You good?" he asked casually, like they hadn't just had the wildest sex ever. Or at least, the wildest sex for her. She couldn't speak for him.

Gigi nodded, still catching her breath. "Yeah, I'm good."

"Go on then," Chris said with a smirk, watching her get dressed.

She threw him one last look before stepping out of the room, closing the door quietly behind her. Her heart raced as she made her way down the hall toward Shanae's room. She could barely walk straight. Gigi paused, leaning against the wall for a moment to steady herself.