8. Chris

“You have been ignoring my calls and texts. Im a little bit angry with you because of that.” Jessica playfully punches my chest and sips her glass of vodka.

“You know why,” I reply, looking around the room for a glimpse of Gianna. I havent seen her all night, and she isnt with Nala either.

“But we are still friends. Friends keep in touch. They dont make things awkward,” she presses.

My eyes snap back to hers and I can still see the adoring look in her eye. The main reason I created a distance between us. “Friends who want to stay purely friends keep in touch,” I correct.

She scoffs. “You are being hard on me, Chris. Is it a crime that I want to hear your voice or even see you?”

I shake my head, eyes still flickering around, hoping to catch a glimpse of Gianna. “No, but you know Im doing us both a favor by creating a distance. We wont get past it if we continue doing this.”

Theres no day I dont regret sleeping with Jess. I let one night of weakness destroy our friendship and let the subsequent ones completely wreck it. If I had known she harbored feelings for me, I wouldnt have slept with her, and we would be okay now.

“Who are you looking for?” she asks, following my gaze.

“I have to go.” I place my drink on the bar table, but she holds my arm, stopping me.

“Where are you going?” she playfully whines.

“I will be right back.” I pat her arm and walk off, brushing past people in search of Gianna.

“Hey Chris, where are you off to?” Luke calls after me, causing me to groan.

“Have you seen Gianna?” I may as well get to the point.

He shakes his head and sips his drink. “No, why are you looking for her when you should be with Jess?”

“Seriously?” I raise an eyebrow at him. “I dont even know why you invited her.”

He rolls his eyes. “So you can get laid, of course. Im just trying to help you, and shes always ready.” He nods towards where I left Jess. And truly, shes still there, looking at us.

“I cant do that to her when she wants more than I can give,” I respond dejectedly.

He chews on his lower lip. “I saw Gianna heading to the balcony. Thank me later.”

I smile in relief and tap his arm in gratitude. “Thanks, man.”

I hurry off to the balcony. I see a figure through the window, on the balcony all by herself. My heart leaps in my chest for some reason, and I go up to meet her.

“Gianna,” She doesnt turn to look at me, so I walk closer and lean beside the railings.

“Where have you been? Ive been looking for you.”

She still doesnt turn to look at me. “Well, you have been very busy, so you wouldnt have noticed when I left.”

She replies sharply, taking me aback. She sounds upset, and I cant help but feel Im the cause of it. Damn, just when I thought we were getting along, something happened.

“Im not too busy for you,” I try to reassure her. “I kept looking for you, and you were nowhere to be found.”

She snaps, “Why were you looking for me? To finish what you started, you two-timing jerk?”

I have never seen her so shaken. Fire in her eyes portrays real anger.

It turns out that she thought Jessica and I were a thing. Which is laughable because thats so far from the truth.

Also, a weird part of me is pleased that shes jealous. That strengthens my belief that she feels the same way.

But when she called our kiss a mistake, my soaring heart fell to the floor. The urge to prove her wrong soon rose in my chest, and I found myself kissing her—and I cant get enough.

She pulls back suddenly, and I resist whining and pulling her back into the kiss.

“Where is this going?” she suddenly asks, turning my mind into a mess. Its a good question that I don’t have the answer to yet.

“I don’t know,” I answer honestly. My fingers trace her lips. My hand tightens on her waist, afraid that she would pull away from my embrace. “But I want to find out. Because I like this. I like this a lot.”

“I like this too.” She sounds like she’s giving in.

I reach for her hand and hold it. She looks surprised but quickly recovers and laces our fingers together. I lead her back into the house and through some darkened hallways, holding hands in comfortable silence. It feels so nice to do this. I feel like a teenager who just got to hold his girlfriends hand.

On reaching the door of my room, I lead her inside and turn the lights on. Still holding her hand, I watch her eyes take in every detail of my room. She suddenly looks thoughtful, and it worries me.

“Are you having second thoughts? If you are, I can take you home.” The last thing I want to do is pressure her.

Her eyes rest on my lips. “No, I’ll stay,” she breathes out, leaving no more doubt as to her intentions.

I take my jacket off and throw it onto a chair. Then, I lean down and press my mouth to her soft lips. It feels like a rush of uncontrolled magic, almost terrifying in its intensity.

I pull back to gauge her reaction, wondering if she felt it too. But her expression gives nothing away. She reaches up and cups my cheek. “More,” she says, and who am I to refuse her when I want the same thing?

My lips crash back onto hers, and she immediately parts for my tongue to explore her mouth. She lets out a little moan. And for a moment, I see stars, unable to process that this is actually happening.

Im kissing Gianna, and she moaned. I lift her up onto my lap, and her legs wrapping around my waist instinctively.

Her core meets my growing hardness through my pants. The friction sends waves of pleasure coursing through me.

We explore each other’s mouths with desperate hunger. I stand up, holding her, as we continue kissing until my leg hits the bed. I kick off my shoes and socks before I sit on the bed and place her on my lap.

She wraps both her hands around my neck and up into my hair, her fingers tangling in it.

I do the same, loosening her hair until it falls free and down her shoulders. I draw back to admire her beauty.

“You’re so gorgeous, Gianna—fucking stunning,” I breathe.

Her every movement on my lap makes my cock twitch in response. My hand slides from her shoulder down to the zipper of her dress. I unzip it and push the fabric off of her shoulders. Her dress falls to her waist, revealing her black lace bra. I swallow hard at the sight.

“Beautiful,” I mutter and unclasp her bra, exposing her.

I brush my thumb over hardening nipples. She moans and arches her body in response.

“Fuck, you’re so responsive,” I groan before taking one nipple in my mouth and sucking on it like my life depends on it. My hand reaches up to tease the other nipple.

She gasps, throwing her head back. She starts grinding against me, her nails digging into my back, pressing herself closer to me in a desperate search of friction.

Shes going to be the death of me.

I keep on playing with her nipples with my fingers and mouth, groaning at her every move. She suddenly shifts from my lap to sit on the bed.

I stare at her in confusion, wondering what her next move is. Her fingers find their way to the buckle of my belt and then the button of my pants.

After a few seconds of failing, she manages to undo them and slide her hand inside. She palms me, and I grunt immediately, letting go of her breasts.

My hips involuntarily buck as she teases my hardness with her hands. I lift my hips, assisting her in moving my pants and boxers down. Her eyes widen at the sight of my cock, and she licks her lips, swallowing hard.

“Stop looking at me like that.” It comes out desperate.

“Like what?” She teases, smirking. She lazily runs her fingers lightly along my length.

My head falls back with a sharp intake of breath, and I close my eyes. “Gianna,” I breathe, pressing into her hand.

She giggles, obviously loving the effect she has on me. Done with her teasing, I snap my eyes open and push her back, making her fall flat with her back on the bed. I remove my shirt in a quick, practiced motion. Then, my eyes search hers for reassurance, and she nods.

I help her shimmy out of her dress and unclasp her shoes. Our eyes looking at each other with lust and desire.

Nothing else matters because we both want each other, and nothing is going to stop us now. My fingers trace lightly down her chest to the juncture of her thighs, and she lifts her hips in response.

She watches me as I slip down her panties.

I look down at her and swallow. Shes got the prettiest pussy Ive ever seen, and I cant wait to be buried in her already.

I look up at her to see her biting her lip nervously. I distract her with soft kisses on her cheeks, neck, and chest. Each kiss lasts longer than the one before it.

I stroke her clit, and my mouth swallows her mewls. I pull back a little and expertly circle two fingers around her entrance.

“Is this all for me?”

She lets out a desperate whimper, her hips involuntarily moving in sync with my touch. “Yes,” she says, desire and longing evident in her voice.

I slid one finger in her, and she closes her eyes in response to my breach.

“It hurts?” I ask but she shakes her head, smiling. Her eyes were still shut.

“Keep going.”

I slide further into her cunt, revealing how wet she is for me.

This all feels like a dream which I dont ever want to wake up from. Gianna is on my bed, writhing under me, and its not a figment of my imagination.

Reality sure exceeds all my expectations.

I add another finger and slowly start to thrust in and out of her. She hisses and starts to rock her hips in tandem with my fingers.

“Feels good?” I ask, already knowing the answer.

She whimpers. “Yeah.” She squirms under me. Her breath comes out in ragged gasps as she clings to me, surrendering to the pleasure.

I bury my face in her neck and explore her sensitive skin, grazing it with my teeth. I curl my fingers against her sweet spot, making her legs shake uncontrollably.

I increase my pace, thrusting into her with urgency. She cries out louder, clutching onto my shoulders as she rocks on my fingers.

“Chris,” she gasps, her voice a desperate plea. “Please don’t stop.”

I smirk and apply more pressure with my thumb to her sensitive nub. She quivers and digs her nails harshly on my shoulders, seeking her release.

She cries out my name uncontrollably as her orgasm hits her like a tidal wave, leaving her breathless and trembling.

Its like music to my ears.

I prolong her orgasm by thrusting in and out of her, ensuring that every tremor of pleasure in her is drawn out. Sated, she wraps her hands around my neck and captures my mouth in a searing kiss.

I groan and grip her ass while her legs wrap around my waist. She arches toward me, yearning for more. She kisses me with an intensity that leaves no room for doubt about how much she wants me.

I pull back, trying to remember where my condoms are. I never have sex on my bed because I dont bring girls home. I have endless packs of condoms at the club.

I rack my brain until I remember where they are.

She props herself up on her elbows, looking at me curiously. “Whats wrong?”

I stumble out of bed and rummage through my wardrobe until I find the condoms Luke gifted me on my last birthday. I didnt appreciate it then, but now Im thankful for it.

I put on the condom, climb back onto the bed, and line myself against her entrance.

“Gianna?” I ask one last time before I lose all control.

She shyly bites her lower lip. “Go ahead.”

I slide into her little by little, inch by inch, watching her. She closes her eyes and exclaims long and hard when Im completely inside of her. She feels so tight and so good against me like shes made for me.

Her eyes are still closed. I lean down and pepper her with kisses all over her face. She finally opens her eyes.

“Are you okay?” I whisper.

“Yeah, just give me a moment,” she lets out in between breaths.

“Whatever you need.” I cup her face with one hand and claim her lips, savoring her taste. Careful not to hurt her with my weight.

She wriggles her hips, and I pull back in surprise to look at her.

“Okay.” She doesnt need to say more because I get her message clearly.

I pull out of her to enter her slowly again. I tilt my head back at the feeling of her tight cunt deliciously gripping my cock.

“You’re so perfect,” I breathe, my hair damp with sweat. I lean down and move my mouth to her neck and start kissing and sucking in sync with my thrusts. Leaving wet kisses along the column of her neck.

Our breathless moans fill the room as I continue to thrust slowly in and out of her. One of her hands is buried in my hair, her legs wrapped around my hips, urging me to keep going.

The air around us is hazy, and I caress her cheeks so tenderly with my thumb. Her hands slide down my shoulders to my back, fingers clawing marks in their wake.

I thought getting her like this would satisfy my curiosity, but this, this doesn’t feel like meaningless sex. It feels like…like we’re making love.

I quicken my pace, my thrusts becoming more urgent. Her body becomes tighter and tighter with each slam of my hips.

“I’m—,” she gasps loudly. “I’m close.”

She keeps her eyes on me as I drive in deeper into her with each thrust. She only draws her head back and lets out a loud cry as I fuck her through her orgasm.

My lips claimed hers in a hungry, possessive kiss, muffling her moans and whimpers. After a few more thrusts, my hips shudder, and my breathing grew ragged.

“Gianna,” I breathe, her name coming undone with a low groan.

Her core clenches around me again, and I exhale. I drop my head down, smiling.

Both of us are covered in sweat. Feeling slightly overwhelmed, I slowly pull out and toss the condom in the trash, but I don’t move from the bed.

“You okay?” I am concerned because shes silent.

She blinks and smiles softly at me. “Yeah, yeah. I’m fine.”

“You sure?”

“Yes,” she replies more firmly this time. I hum contentedly as she slowly runs her hand through my sweat-matted hair.

Suddenly, despite the beauty of the angel lying beside me, all I feel is the panic rushing through my body like a wildfire. I have never experienced these types of feelings before. The aftermath of sex usually leaves me feeling empty, but not this time.

It makes me feel completely different from the countless people Ive been with before. My heart continues to feel full even after I am done having sex. Instead of fearing the emptiness that has become regular to me after these encounters, I am worried about what this means and even more worried about the aftermath.

A knock comes on the door, startling me out of my thoughts.

“Chris, are you in there?”

“Shit!” I whisper with a frown while Gianna stiffens underneath me. It’s Nala.