End of the Road • D. Swing

Chapter 19 | Fiest Time

Morgan

"Take off your shoes and get comfortable," he said. With no hesitation, I did as told and sat beside him on the bed.

He put his arm around my shoulder, pulling me closer to him as I sat in the same position he was in. "So what made yo' pretty ass want to come over?" he asked. I couldn't help but smile at the fact that he called me pretty.

I shrugged my shoulders. "I don't know," I said while looking around his room, purposely avoiding eye contact. Looking into his eyes always did something to me. Eye contact with a shirtless DeVanté would've been way too much for me to handle.

He smacked his lips. "Morgan, we both know why you came over here," he said. "You couldn't stop thinkin' about my sexiness, so you came over to see it in person."

That is exactly why I came over.

I looked at him to see he had already been looking with a devilish smirk on his face.

Oh shit, the eyes!

I quickly looked away from him and smiled to myself. He started playing with my ponytail, causing me to to close my eyes.

"You over here quiet, actin' all shy and shit," he said.

I kept my eyes closed and didn't say anything. The feeling of him lightly tugging my curly strands felt good, my scalp was itching and he was sort of scratching it for me.

A sudden slap to my thigh caused my eyes to shoot open as I let out a gasp. "Ow!" I exclaimed before hitting his arm. "What the fuck was that for!?"

"Why the hell you got on these little ass shorts like you grown?" he asked, his voice slightly raised.

Nigga, cause I am grown. The fuck?

I rolled my eyes.

"Girl, don't roll your eyes at me, I will beat the shit out of you," he said in a serious tone of voice. I was literally about to roll them for a second time, but stopped myself.

I folded my arms. "It's hot as hell outside, I wasn't about to wear pants," I told him.

"You probably would've been better off if you did. These shorts teasin' me," he said with his hand rested on my thigh. "I don't like to be teased, Morgan."

Jesus take the wheel.

My eyes widened before quickly going back to normal. I looked into his eyes, which I probably shouldn't have. I quickly looked away from him and as I felt my cheeks get hot.

"What you blushin' for, baby?" he asked.

Because the temperature in this room has risen and I have the sudden urge to have my back blown.

I covered my face. He pulled my hands from my face, forcing me to look at him. I couldn't help but stare at his lips, they looked so juicy and kissable. As if he read my mind, he licked his lips before crashing them onto mine. I instantly kissed back. He slipped his tongue into my mouth as I wrapped my arms around his neck and got in between my legs. His lips moved to my chin, trailing down to my collar bone. The feeling of his teeth nibbling against my skin caused me to let out a soft, quiet moan.