Page 43 of Halo: Tales Of A Hitman

“Lay back.”

I did what she said, and Story took my black beater off. She asked if she could take my jeans off and I told her yes. I now had on nothing but my black boxer briefs. Then she climbed on top of me and we started kissing again. This time, she went to my neck and treated it as if it were my lips.

Golden talked about his ‘spot’ being his balls all the time. I never said anything because I had no clue where my spot was. But now, I think my spot was my neck. Because the way Story licked and sucked on it gave me chills. Her long hair was on my face and even that turned me on.

She moved down to my chest and at first, it felt funny in a good way. The way she licked on my nipples made me think of a set of titties. However, the feeling was even better than the neck. Maybe my nipples were my spot. Story came back in face, and we kissed while her hand slid down my abs to the top of my boxers.

“At any time, you can tell me to stop.” She alerted me.

I didn’t say it out loud, but I wanted her to shut up and just keep kissing me. That’s why I ignored what she said and shoved my tongue in her mouth. Her hand went inside of my boxers while we kissed, and she gripped my hard dick.

No lies, I think I bit off more than I could chew. Because the minute she grabbed it I was triggered. Images of me in that classroom appeared in my mind. When I stopped kissing her Story looked in my eyes and saw the panic I had in them. I felt like less of a man.

“Hey, look at me babe.” Her soft voice whispered. “It’s just you and I here.”

My pride and ego were taking blows, and I felt like I was suffocating again. Story must have known that I was about to become a flight risk.

“Come here.” She pulled me into a hug, and I buried my face in her neck. Her scent dragged me from the trauma, and I felt at ease again.

“Touch me again boo, I’m cool gone ahead.” I coached her because I felt I was ready this time.

Story’s hand slid down my abs and into my boxers again. “Look at me.” She told me and it was perfect that she did because it erased the trauma again.

This time all I saw was her pretty ass face.

“Keep your eyes on me babe.”

I followed her advice when she crawled between my legs and pulled my boxers down. My eyes never left her as she got on her knees between my legs. Story looked at my hard dick and licked her lips. My heart sped up when she kneeled and put me in her mouth.

Because I kept watching her, I was able to remain in the present. Her hands caressed my thighs as she sucked me slowly. Her lips stretched and her wet mouth glistened my chocolate dick. When she looked up and her eyes met mine, I fell further in a trance.

“Shit Story. Shit. Shit. Shit.”

She started making these slurping sounds and her mouth must have created more moisture because I felt it slid down my balls. When she popped me out of her mouth, I watched her stroke me and began sucking on my balls.

I damn near died. After she did that for a while she went back to giving me head until I came in her mouth.

“Shitttttt boo…awwww sssss.” The feeling I had from coming into her mouth was one I can’t put into words. Then I looked down at her and her lips returned to normal when she had me out of her mouth.

Story pulled my boxers up and had an accomplished grin on her face. Then she got up and went into her bathroom. In a few minutes she came back and when she got next to me, I could smell the mint on her breath.

“How do you feel?” She asked me.

“Good as hell.” I bit my bottom lip and dragged her close to the side of me. Then I kissed her soft lips.

“I like hearing that, all I wanted to do was make you feel good.” She sweetly admitted. “Someone has fallen in love with kissing.” She playfully said while still close to me.

“Fallen hard as fuck and you better not start denying me when I want them lips.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it.” She rolled over and grabbed her phone when it went off.

I looked at how her tennis dress rose up some, just like I saw when we were going up the stairs.

Story read the text her sister sent out loud and she texted her back.

“Aye, be careful wearing this short ass dress in front of Hendrix.”

“Babe for the 1000th time that man is gay!” She laughed then put her phone back on the nightstand.