Eye Candy

7. Compact With The Devil Himself.

7. Compact With The Devil Himself.

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I woke up the next morning in a king sized bed with black sheets... I don't have black sheets or a king sized bed.

I sat up and looked over to see Loso sleeping right next to me. His slow moving chest and small soft snores made him cute. This was the first time where I could really stare at him and not get caught.

My attention was drawn to his room. His walls were stained with graffiti and guns of various shapes, sizes, and colors were hung up on a certain wall.

"Good morning Ebony." He said as I felt him stir around over on his side. I turned my head back to him and watched him open his eyes and look into mine. I could wake up looking into those eyes every morning and still be shocked at their beauty.

"Good morning to you too Loso. I didn't even realize I spent the night here, I'm sorry."

"You fell asleep when we were watching TV. Don't be sorry, it was nice sleeping next to someone and waking up to them." He slid out of bed in just his boxers and walked over to his bathroom. "Feel free to get cleaned up in the bathroom across the hall." He called out.

I slid out of his bed, noticing I was still in the dress-like wife beater he lent me after out hot tub experience.

The cold black bathroom tile against my feet sent a shiver through my body. I looked under the sink and found toothpaste, as well as an unopened toothbrush. I brushed my teeth and washed my face before walking back to his room and crawling under the still warm sheets.

"So tell me your thoughts about me." He said crawling back into bed too.

"For starters, as a thug you're one of the laziest I've ever come across. You're an asshole when I don't do something your way but you are really nice."

"It's always Loso's way or no way. That's just how it works. As far as me being a thug, I don't have to shoot and kill someone everyday. You got it all wrong. Anyone that deals through me knows I don't play around. I usually never have problems when dealing." He said as he hovered over me. All his weight was being supported by his arms and they were flexing a lot... It was a real turn on.

"But still. You aren't a thug in my book." I said. I wanted to feel his arms right this second. I just wanted to touch everywhere to get a feel for him.

"I never said I wanted to be labeled as a thug. I'm just a drug dealer." He chuckled. I liked when he chuckled, it was another thing to add to the list of things that make him cute. The temptations of his arms got the best of me and I slid my hand up his arm and stopped right on his bicep. "How long you been wanting to touch? Your face looks like you're relieved." He smirked, keeping his eyes steady with mine.

"Since you hovered over me. Please tell me your name." I begged as I slithered both of my arms around his neck, pulling him closer to me.

"Nope. It's not even important for you to know. All you need to know is, I go by Loso. Don't trip over it, Ebony." It urkes me that he knows my name but I don't know his.

"This is why I will continue to hate you." I growled at him.

"Really? You sure about that answer?" I nodded my head. "I don't believe you." Why would you.

"Why don't you believe me?" He said nothing. He just stared into my eyes for a few seconds before dropping his lips to mine. His soft kiss was too pleasurable until he all of he sudden pulled away.

"That's why I don't believe you. You melt right in my hands the second I give you any kind of sense of pleasure." He said right against my neck, his lips just barely touching my sensitive skin.