I kissed my teeth loudly once he parked and I looked out the window. "What the fu- you made it seem like we were going somewhere special. Why we at your house?" I asked, the attitude clearly evident in my voice. I looked to him, my arms tightly crossed over my chest. He watched me and looked past me and out the window to his home.
"You act like we haven't fucked in my house before." He stated. "Exactly, I don't want to be at yo' house." I frowned. He smacked his lips, popping my thigh. "Then hop ya' ass in the backseat then."
I smacked his hand away from my thigh and rolled my eyes, manually unlocking the door and flinging it open. "You so damn stupid. Expecting me to throw my legs open after we ain't spoke in four fuckin' days. Who the fuck he think he is?" I stepped out the car, cursing at him and speaking to myself. I was going to walk myself back home. I wasn't about to deal with him, especially after he had just ruined my night. "Leyanna, get back in the car man. Where you going?" He called from behind me. I ignored him and began the 20 minute walk back to my house. I wished I still had the Sonic cup from earlier. I really didn't want my night to end. I knew I'd be fine drinking by myself at home.
I cursed once I tripped over my foot, dropping my phone face down on the concrete. "Oh my God." I groaned, slowly leaning down to pick it up. I frowned once I saw the large crack through the screen. "Look, ya' dumbass finna fall tryna pretend like you mad or something. Look bro, we don't even have to fuck. I'll take you home tomorrow." He yelled out. I ignored him once again, continuing my walk.
Less than two minutes later I felt his arms around my waist and lifting me up. I didn't even have the energy to fight it. In the back of my mind, I knew I wanted to stay the night with him. Hell, even stay the next week with him. And if he had the time to beg me to come back and then pick me up and carry me himself then obviously he wanted me to stay too.
I let him carry me over his shoulder to his home, unlocking the front door and setting me down by the staircase. "Go ahead upstairs." He said, locking the door and making his way into the kitchen. I gripped my phone in my hand, tracing my finger over the crack and started up the stairs. Go straight, then make a right. I went inside his room, kicking my shoes off by the door and sitting on his bed. I pulled my pair of ripped jeans off, tossing them on the floor as well and got underneath his blanket. I closed my eyes, burying my face beneath the blankets. It must've been 5 minutes of me dozing off before I heard him enter the room. I listened with my eyes closed as he shut and locked the door, removed a few of his own clothes and slid under the blanket with me.
I felt him stare at my face as I tried to make my way back to sleep. I felt his hand trace around my hips before making its way further down. I grabbed his wrist, muttering a 'nope'. "You said we wasn't fucking." I reminded him, opening my eyes and staring into his. "We not." He reassured, continuing to move his hand further down my hips. They made their way into my boyshorts before I stopped him once again. "Your breath smell like hot Cheetos. You not finna finger me with them spicy ass fingers." He smacked his lips before getting out of bed and leaving the room. I assumed he was going to the bathroom. Only reason I was curving him so much was because I wanted to see if we could have a bond without the sex and shit. I wanted to know if we could connect without his dick in me. So far this shit wasn't working.
He returned a few minutes later, shuttling the door behind him. "See?" He asked, breathing his breath onto my face purposely. I nodded slowly as he laid beside me once again, his fingers already hooked on the Victoria's Secret band of my underwear. He kissed on my neck, grabbing it with the other hand that wasn't making its way inside my panties.
"Nah C, for real," I let out between the light breaths I was letting out. He pulled my polo over my head, kissing down my chest and rubbing his thumb over my nipple jewelry.
I bit my bottom lip looking down at him. "For real, stop." He kissed his teeth, looking up at me and sitting up. His hand toyed with everything in my underwear, occasionally gripping my ass out of nowhere. "Huh?"
"I didn't shave." I moaned out my last excuse. It didn't even sound convincing. I watched as he removed his hand, slipping two fingers into his mouth and sliding my underwear the rest of their way down my legs.
"For real? That's crazy."
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wow I felt like writing and now here we are (; Sksksk I kinda fuck with the story now
