My Slime

07. The Toxic King

The dim glow of the city filtered in through the blinds, casting shadows across Gigi's bare nipples as she straddled Chris, her hands planted firmly on his chest. There was a fire in her eyes and a smirk on her lips that he'd rarely seen—he could barely focus, his breath heavy and ragged. She moved with purpose, each roll of her hips aggressive and unapologetic, leaving him powerless beneath her.

Chris clenched the sheets, a low growl rumbling from his throat. "Damn, G..."

"Mmmm, what's the matter?" she taunted, leaning in close, her lips brushing against his ear. "You like that?"

His hands instinctively went to her hips, but she batted them away, forcing him to lay back, to let her lead. Chris bit down on his lip, his eyes rolling back as she rocked against him, his usual cool façade crumbling under her control. She laughed softly, feeding off the way he looked, completely at her mercy.

"Gigi..." he managed to get out, but it was barely a whisper. She silenced him with a look, her nails dragging down his chest, igniting a raw ache that left him weak beneath her.

"Mmmmm, you do like that," she purred, grinding down harder, more deliberate and more relentless. She held his gaze, her expression both daring and amused, watching as he melted under her. Every time he tried to speak, she shut him down, until he had nothing left but quiet nods and groans. His usual dominance was nowhere to be found. Tonight it was all hers.

Chris's jaw clenched as a deep groan tore from his chest—his hands gripping her hips tightly as he finally let go, lost in the moment, spilling himself into her. "Damn Gigi." He groaned once more, completely taken aback.

They lay together in silence, both basking in the energy that still filled the room. Gigi leaned back, catching her breath as she slipped off of him, and for a long moment, neither of them spoke. Gigi stayed quiet, her gaze fixed on the ceiling as Chris wrapped his arm around her, pulling her close.

He broke the silence first. "So I've been meaning to tell you... I'm about to get ready for the Under the Influence tour... in a few months... we hittin' Europe, Jamaica, Ireland, the UK..." he stroked her arm lightly, glancing at her to gauge her reaction.

Gigi turned her head, a small smile on her lips. "That's big, Chris. I'm happy for you. But damn, you just got off tour, you barely had time to breathe."

She wasn't even about to ask where she fit in the picture. She barely got his time in the same city, she could only imagine how it would be when he was halfway around the world.

"Yeah," he murmured, running a hand through his now blonde curls as if it was nothing. "Then my new album... It's gon' drop around this time next year."

Gigi's eyes widened, the mention of his album instantly catching her attention. She shook her head, "You really never stop, huh?"

Chris laughed, leaning in to kiss her forehead. "Nope. And if you think that's crazy, wait 'til you hear what's after that."

Gigi raised an eyebrow, sitting up slightly. "What?"

"After the album I'm goin' on tour through the states... Hittin' all the big cities I didn't get this time. Probably hit the major ones again."

Gigi groaned, running her hands through her hair. "I mean... I get it, but damn Chris. That's a lot. I almost feel like moving to LA was pointless..."

Chris wrapped his arms around her. "You know you welcome to come with me if you want to. Europe got enough room for both of us."

Gigi raised an eyebrow, her heart skipping a beat at the thought. "Come with you? For real?"

"Yeah," Chris said, his voice soft but serious. "Why not? You ain't got nothin' holdin' you back right? We could do Europe together, hit the cities, eat some good food... You ain't gotta stay here while I'm gone."