by A'zayler
He pushed her arm closer to her mouth. “Lick this,”
Congo watched her eyes go from his face down to her arm that was coated with his seeds.
“You want me to taste it?” She asked as she stared into his eyes.
Congo was into freaky shit so of course he wanted to see the shit. He nodded his head and that was all it took. Honey licked the residue from his orgasm from her arm. Her face twisted slightly but her eyes never left his. Congo’s dick was rock solid after watching that.
His voice was lust filled. “How I taste Honey?”
“Good. A little salty, but I like it.”
Fuck.
“Let me taste you Honey.”
Her eyes were bright again as she smiled and removed her shirt and pointed at her neck. She thought he wanted to lick her neck. Congo was a little thrown off for a minute because she jacked his dick like a pro but she didn’t seem to know shit else. If she thought him saying let him taste her meant he wanted to lick her neck, this nigga hadn’t taught her a gotdamn thing.
Congo shook his head. “I’ll lick your neck Honey, but I’ ma taste that pussy too.”
Her eyes bucked.
Congo didn’t even give her a chance to say anything before his mouth was on her neck. He licked around in slow circles sucking lightly. He kissed and sucked on her neck for a few minutes before moving down to her breasts. He reached around her back and unhooked her bra. She shied away but Congo stopped her by placing his hand at the bottom of her back and pushing her breasts upward towards his face. When she was comfortable again he wrapped his lips around her nipple, licking it gently. Her body tensed up as he licked and sucked on her body. Congo massaged her back and sides as his tongue explored her nipples. The way she was falling a part in his hands had him wanting to stop right there and sit her on his dick but he wouldn’t take it that far today. When she placed her hand on the back of his head, he took that as his cue that she was with him. Congo slid his hand from her back and down the front of her shorts. She closed her legs tightly and grabbed his wrist.
“You might as well let my hand go, I’m about to at least feel how wet this pussy is. I know I got it dripping by now.”
“Congo…” His name was a helpless plea.
“Let my hand go Honey.”
“What if you don’t like it?” She was looking directly in his face again. This was something he noticed she did all the time. He had to admit he liked it. It seemed so personal.
“I’m almost positive that won’t be the case.” He slid his hand further into her shorts all the while she was still holding his wrist.
Congo slid his fingers past the band of her panties, and down to her warmth. “Open up your legs Honey. Let me get up in there.”
Honey slid her legs a little further apart allowing his hand access to her goods. Congo slid his hand down until he felt his fingers getting wet. Aw shit. Honey’s pussy was wet as fuck. He rubbed around in it while leaning back down to suck on her breasts. Honey sucked in air and began to grind back on his fingers involuntarily. Her body was relaxed and she was no longer looking at him. Her head was thrown back and her eyes were closed. Congo pulled his hand from her panties and pulled her shorts down. He didn’t want to give her time to say no, so he pulled her panties off with her shorts. He kneeled on the floor next to the bed where she was sitting and pulled her roughly to the edge of the bed. Her eyes were deadlocked on his as he lowered his face between her thighs.
“No Congo, don’t.” She pleaded.
“Honey, I’m finna lick this pussy, so you can kill that noise. Just lay back and let me taste you.” Congo pushed his hand down on her stomach while wrapping the other around her leg. With his eyes on her Congo dove nose deep in the pussy.
“Oooooooohhhhh Congo!” Honey screamed the moment his tongue touched her.
Her eyes were bucked and she was looking down at him with the prettiest fuck face he’d ever seen. She looked frustrated with how good his tongue felt on her. Her brows were furrowed and her eyes were low. Congo licked from the bottom to the top and sucked on her clit.
“Oooooohhh…ahhhh…ooh…ooh,” She moaned as he ate her pussy.
“Shit, you so wet and you taste so fuckin good.”
Honey sat up quickly and looked at him in disbelief. “You like it?”
“Hell kind of question is that? I fucking love this shit.”
Honey lay her head back and was moaning like crazy as Congo assaulted her pussy. He was showing her no remorse, he wasn’t stopping until she was cumming on his face. He wrapped both of his arms around her legs and pulled her closer. Congo’s mouth, chin, and nose was wet. Honey’s pussy was dripping and leaking all down his face and chest.
“Agghhhhhhhhhhhhhh,” Honey’s body jerked and she squeezed her thighs shut. Congo was sucking harder trying to get every last drop of her love. When her body finally stopped moving, he stood to his feet and leaned over her. With her essence still coating his face he kissed her. Honey wrapped her arms and legs around him pulling her down on top of her. She wasn’t that good of a kisser but she wasn’t all bad. He’d teach her later. Right now all he needed to do was take a cold shower. He wanted to fuck Honey so bad, but not now. Not like this. He toyed around with her for a little longer before pulling away to hop in the shower. By the time he came out, she was fully dressed and snoring lightly. He too redressed and got back in the bed behind her. He set the alarm on his phone for two hours before passing out behind her. The ride back to Honey’s job was quiet and a little uncomfortable. Clearly Honey had sobered up because she had become reclusive again and was sitting as far away from Congo as she could possibly get. Her body was pressed against the passenger door. And she was looking out of the window. She hadn’t turned her head once since they’d been in the car. Congo thought it was funny but he felt a little bad too. Maybe he shouldn’t have let anything transpire between them so soon.
“I should unlock the door so yo ass can fall out.”
Honey looked at him over her shoulder. Aw shit. She looked even better now. Her hair was blowing back slightly from the air vent and her face was serious. Congo stared at her for a second before looking back at the road.
“Yo ass sitting so close to the damn door, you press on it any harder you falling the fuck out.”
“Shut up. No I’m not.”
“Oh you aint?”
“Nope.”
“I don’t know what you running from me for now. I dun been all up in that pussy, shit we can’t get no closer than that.” Congo gave her a cocky smirk when he watched her squeeze her legs closed tighter.
“They aint getting no closer, you might as well stop that shit too.”
“Congo, what are you talking about?”
“Yo thighs. You squeezing them closed aint gon’ stop nothing. You tried closing em’ when my tongue was on you, but you see how that turned out.”
Honey’s whole face turned red as she turned to look back out the window. She didn’t say anything but he could tell by the side of her face that she was smiling.
Congo reached over and grabbed her thigh. She jumped then pushed it away.
“Don’t touch me.”
“Damn it’s like that?”
Honey shrugged before looking at him again. She looked for a long time because he could feel her eyes on him. He glanced her way quickly and blew her a kiss. The smile on her face made him want to blow her a million kisses if she would look like that every time. Congo was a little disappointed when he turned into the parking lot of her barbershop. He wasn’t really ready to leave her just yet. He took his time parking before killing the loud engine. With one of his arms stretched out across the back of the seat and the other still on the steering wheel Congo looked at Honey.
“I just be fucking with you Honey.”
“I know. It’s cool. I had fun…I normally don’t do stuff like this.”
Congo’s brows furrowed. “Oh so you don’t go around saving niggas from 12, then getting em’ hooked on that
good? Cool. I was about to be a mad muthafucka if you did.”
Honey burst out laughing and turned in her seat so she could mush the side of his face. “Shut up man. You play too much.”
Congo caught her wrist and pulled her to him. “I’m just making sure I’m the only one getting this type of treatment.”
She nodded her head. “You the only one.”
“What about Samuel and Sammy Sr.?”
Honey covered her face with both of her hands and shook her head. Her thick hair moved from side to side across her back and shoulders.
“I can’t believe I told you that stuff.”
Congo tried to pull her hands from her face but she wouldn’t let him.
“Honey…Honey…Honnnneeeyyyy,” He sang her name.
“Stop playing with me Congo. I’m so embarrassed right now. What else did I say to you?”
“Nun for real. Just you live in a house full of fucking psychotic dumb ass people that treat you like shit. Oh and you told me you like the way I look and that you like to lick on me and if I was fucking your daughter you would watch and some other freaky shit.” Congo knew she was embarrassed but it was funny to him.
“OH MY GOD! NO NO NO NO NOOOO. Please tell me you’re lying.”
Congo was cracking up at her. She was real life embarrassed. He was laughing so hard she looked up and hit him.
“This aint funny for real. I don’t even know you like that and you know all my business. That’s why I don’t drink. I never tell people anything about me. Some of the people I talk to here don’t even know my last name.”
“Come here Honey.”
She kept her head down and shook it from side to side.
“Honey.” His voice held a little more base now. “Stop all that and come here.”
Her head didn’t come up but she scooted closer to him. He grabbed her face and turned her head so he could look at her. Her lips were puckered slightly because of the way he was holding her cheeks. They were pink, and full. He placed a quick peck on them before she could object. Like he figured she tried to pull back but he already had that covered. His arm that had been thrown over the back of the seat was now around her holding her in place.
“Don’t run from me.” His eyes bore into hers.
She said nothing. Just looked at him.
“I don’t give a fuck about them dumb ass people. I’ll fuck they ass up if you want me to though.”
She shook her head no. Congo already knew that would be her answer so he didn’t even pressure her.
“Don’t be embarrassed in front of me aight? Shit I aint nobody. You aint gotta feel no kind of way when you with me.”
“Congo, I don’t do friends. I’m probably the most anti-social person you’ll ever meet.” Her body had relaxed in his arms and she was freely leaning against his chest with his arm resting around her back and her face still in his other hand. His grip was a little looser now.
“That’s cool. You can be that way, but with everybody except me. I aint going for that shit.”
“So you plan on seeing me again?”
“Every fucking chance I get.”
She snickered into his arm.
“What about Neeka?”
Honey had been drunk but she remembered him saying he had a girlfriend just before she gobbled down the liquor. That was half the reason she was so willing to drink them. She needed something to pick her mood back up.
He sucked his teeth and looked out the window. “What about her?”
“That’s your girlfriend right? From what you said about her she sounds like a lot to deal with. I don’t do drama so you may need to stay away from me.”
“She know better than to step to any of my friends. I’ll beat her ass.”
Honey sat up and looked at him with a look of shock. “You’re a woman beater?”
Congo had to laugh. She looked like she had never heard of anything like that in her life. He ran his hand over his face, then looked at her but laughed again because she was still looking the same way.
He then ran his hand over her face. “Fix your damn face.”
“I’m for real.” She too was now laughing.
“When I say beat her ass I don’t mean literally. I’m just talking. I do have to slap her ass around from time to time though.”
She studied his face trying to figure out was he serious but she couldn’t figure it out. He played a lot and she didn’t know him well enough yet to know whether or not he was telling the truth or still lying. Honey just sat back down and turned one side of her nose up.
“I can’t with you right now. Let me get out this car.” She reached for the door handle but he pulled her back until their faces were inches apart. “When I’ ma see you again?”
She bit the inside of her cheek. “I don’t know.”
“Tomorrow,”
“No.”
“Yes.”
“Tomorrow’s Sunday. The shop is closed on Sundays.”
“That’s even better. That mean you’ll have free time.”
Honey bit her bottom lip and looked away.
“I can’t. Samuel is off on Sunday’s. He likes for us to be together.”
Congo wasn’t really feeling this Samuel nigga but shit, that was her dude so it didn’t really matter how he felt. After all it wasn’t like he didn’t still have Neeka anyway. He guessed he’d just have to play it by ear when it came to Honey.
“Cool. Well just take my number and hit me when you free.”
Honey pulled out her phone and saved his number. She placed it back in her purse and was about to get out the car but Congo stopped her again. He grabbed her arm and pulled her so that she was leaning over towards him.
“Let me get a kiss or something. Aint no telling when the next time you gon’ make time for ya boy.”
Honey looked off to the side, letting him know that he was right. Although Congo didn’t like it, he didn’t say anything.
“See what I’m saying. Kiss my lips and get out lil mama.”
Honey leaned over and kissed him. Congo kissed her mouth a few times before kissing her chin, then her nose, and both cheeks.
“All these kisses?”
“I’m taking some to hold me over. One wasn’t gon’ cut it.”
Honey blushed.
“Give me a hug too.”
Congo grabbed her into his embrace and held onto her. He smelled her hair that had fallen into his face. Her small arms around his neck, squeezing him, made him feel so stress-free and peaceful. It was something about Honey that put his mind at ease. He had to keep her around. He could seriously see her being his sanity. She was already proving that. He hadn’t thought about Neeka all day.
Chapter Five
I wish that you were here, or I were there, or we were together anywhere…
Dinner was nasty that night. Nothing that Honey would have eaten if she really had a choice but she kept her mouth shut and did the best she could to hide her disgust. Liver, rice, and clumpy gravy had to be the worst dinner known to man. Or maybe Joanne just couldn’t cook worth a darn. She never really made anything that was worth eating. Sammy Sr, and Samuel were busy gobbling down their plates while Honey fought the urge to gag. Samuel’s sister wasn’t home tonight because she’d gone out to dinner with her boyfriend’s family and Honey thanked God for small favors. Dinner probably would have been a lot worse with that hating little rat. She lived to torture Honey and steal her clothes. Well that’s what it seemed like anyways. Joanne had gotten up to grab some hot sauce from the kitchen and for some reason Samuel felt the need to help her. Who needed help getting hot sauce was beyond Honey but whatever. She wouldn’t have even thought twice about it had she not been left at the table with one of the only other things she hated worse than Joanne’s cooking. Sammy Sr. He was stuffing his face and watching Honey like a hawk at the same time. Keeping her eyes on her own plate would have been easy if he wasn’t chewing so loud. He sounded like a horse and it was killing her slowly.
“I am eating it.”
“You better be. And hurry the fuck up, them dishes aint gon’ wash themselves.”
Honey looked up and gave him a look letting him know he was about to have to try again. “I’m not washing no dishes.”
“Yes the fuck you are. Or you’ll be getting your ass out of here tonight. Everybody pull they own gotdamn weight in this house. This aint no free ride.”
Clearly.
“I’ve noticed.”
“What you say little girl?” Joanne had just come back into the eating area.
Honey was about to say something but changed her mind. That would be asking for an argument she wasn’t really in the mood for. Obviously she and Sammy Sr. weren’t on the same page because he started snitching before Honey’s fork could even hit the plate again.
“I told her she gon’ wash them damn dishes and her ass told me no she aint.” You could hear the ill intent all throughout his voice.
“Like hell she aint. I already spent all day cooking, the least her ungrateful ass can do is clean.”
“That’s what the fuck I’m saying.” Sammy Sr. growled.
Honey bit the inside of her cheek looking towards the door for Samuel. He was still in the kitchen and he needed to come back and save her.
“Clean or get to stepping. The choice is yours. I know your ass don’t wanna be homeless again do you?”
Here we go. Joanna made her so sick. She loved to bring up the fact Honey needed them right now.
Honey shook her head. “I’ll clean them.”
Joanne scoffed while Sammy Sr. smiled. “That’s what we thought.”
Honey looked down at her plate and shook her head. Samuel came back in with another plate of food and sat down next to her. He was smiling at his food like it was the best thing he’d ever eaten. Watching him act like a child was irritating, and the fact he hadn’t been there to back her up with his parents made her even madder. If it had been Congo she was almost certain he would have intervened. Congo. That fast her mind left her. She’d been thinking about him since the day they spent together. It had been almost a week and she wanted to see him so bad. Even though she had his number and could call him, she hadn’t yet. She really didn’t want to spend any more time with him and have her all in her feelings when there was nothing they could really build. They were both in relationships and if Samuel ever found out about him he was sure to put her out. Honey had entertained the idea of being put out a few times and how she’d then be free to see Congo whenever she wanted but he had Neeka so where would she live? It wasn’t like she could go live with the two of them. Honey rolled her eyes and pushed that thought out of her mind as well. She held her breath and chewed the rest of the liver on her plate while trying not to throw up. After she finished she got up and went into the kitchen. She moved around cleaning the tables and counters before washing the dishes. It wouldn’t have taken her so long to finish had she not gotten caught up thinking about the feeling of Congo’s tongue on her. The thought alone had her shivering. It had her mind so gone she decided to text him. Hopefully he wouldn’t get out of hand calling and texting her while she was home with Samuel or she was going to have to block him.
