Page 42 of Keeping Busy
He looked down at me. “Yeah and I haven’t had breakfast, yet. So, I’m hungrier than a motherfucker.”
Next thing I knew, I was hoisted over his broad shoulder.
“Are you serious right now?” I asked, my head down by his ass.
He didn’t respond, just kept it pushing to his final destination, which ended up being the first floor guest room. As he placed me in the middle of the bed, I admitted to myself that it was nicer than the room I insisted on sleeping in. Before I could even process another thought, Busy’s hands were inside the waistband of the short-shorts I was wearing.
“Lift up.” He instructed.
I lifted my hips, and he pulled them and my panties off of my body, throwing them to the floor. I’d barely registered the sensation of cool air hitting my bare vagina before my legs were pried open and Busy was tongue kissing my clit. My eyes immediately rolled to the back of my head at the sheer intensity of the pleasure he was creating in my core. Only one thought ran through my mind as I fought not to levitate off the bed, “Damn, his mouth is juicy.”
I liked to have control of myself at all times, but my body wasn’t waiting for instructions, it was doing its own thing. My hands made their way to Busy’s head and tangled themselves in the kinks located there. My hips bucked off the bed and thrust my vagina further into his mouth. He responded in kind - by licking, sucking, biting and teasing me more thoroughly.
My toes curled into the plush mattress, as I acquiesced to the waves of bliss. My body hummed under the command of Busy’s attention and my mouth followed suit, moaning and whimpering in delight. I felt like I was going to pass out, or like I was strapped to electrodes that were programmed to send shocks throughout my body at various levels of intensity in mind-numbing increments. Just when I was sure that I was about to lose consciousness, a surge of euphoria washed over me with a ferociousness I had never experienced. The moans felt like they started in my calves and tore from my throat so loudly that I felt like they shook the bedroom walls.
“You cool?” He climbed up my body and whispered in my ear.
“Sshhhh.” I said, grinning as I placed a finger over my lips. “Let me float right here for a second.”
“No problem.” He agreed, matching my grin.”I take it that you’re enjoying having your life ruined. There’s more where that came from.”
“Word?” I asked, the grin never leaving my face.
“Yep. Told you I’m dedicated to keeping the “secret smiles” coming.”
I watched from my vantage point on the bed as he took what looked like a three-pack of condoms from the pocket of his shorts, before divesting himself of them.
Busy’s body was perfection. His broad shoulders gave way to a huge, muscular, almost granite-like chest. His torso tapered to cut, well-defined abs and a tight waistline. His thighs were thick and powerful, and his calves were capable and strong. But his dick...it was pretty. Chocolate, and hefty, and long, and fat. I could not stop staring at it, with one thought running through my mind as I eyed it. For all its mass, and girth, it looked...friendly. It looked like the type of dick that could be my life-long friend. My bestie, even.
“I need you naked, Pudding.” He said, making eye contact with me.
Without my brain’s consent, or even its participation in the decision, my body stood up from the bed, made its way over to Busy and dropped to its knees in front of him. I didn’t really “come back to myself” until his dick was firmly secured in my mouth, destroying the back of my throat. I typically didn’t give head-bangers. I’d given that up years prior, when I decided that if a dude wasn’t pressed enough to give me his best and work to make me cum, he wouldn’t get my best, either. So, I hung up my mouth-game.
Apparently though, it was much like riding a bike, because my mouth knew what to do. It was juicy as hell, slathering wetness along Busy’s shaft, while I sucked with a jaw force that I didn’t even realize that I had. My hands alternated between caressing his balls and sliding over the length of him, while I hummed contentedly. I glanced up at him only to catch him staring down at me. Our eyes locked. He dug his fingers into the messy bun that I’d assembled on top of my head before my shower, and pulled my head towards his pelvis as he moved his hips. Even as my eyes watered and I fought not to gag, I sucked harder, squeezed his balls more firmly, and pumped his dick more vigorously.
“Fuck, Pudding.” He groaned, as he broke eye contact because his eyes were rolling back in his head.
I couldn’t grin, because my mouth was full of him, but I was proud as hell of myself. While I was preoccupied with celebrating my own skill-set, Busy pulled his dick from my mouth with a plop.
“Get on the bed.” There was no mistaking the level of bass in his voice when he spoke to me. He was ready to have me.
While he was protecting us, I pulled off my shirt, wiggled out of my bra more quickly than I ever had before and got in the bed on my back. Busy spread my thighs and was inside of me before I could even think. All I could do was offer up a sigh of contentment. I cradled him in my arms, as he plowed into me, slowly, deep-stroking me. I felt every inch of him in my chest, but he spaced the thrusts out enough for me to float in pleasure for a few seconds before the next mind-blowing stroke arrived.
Busy bit down on my shoulder as he pounded his pelvis into mine, the firm mattress providing resistance to the invasion. I lifted my hips and met every crash with a crash of my own, vocalizing my pleasure and digging my fingernails into the skin on his back. I tried to make thoughts as Busy and I connected, but my mind would only remind me of the sensations I was feeling. Tingles were happening in so many places; in my scalp, in my breasts, in my vagina. I couldn’t even concentrate on every place that Busy had me feeling good. All I could do was moan his name, and throw the ass at him like he’d earned it, because of course, he did.
He brought his mouth to mine, kissing me deeply, his tongue easily finding mine and rubbing against it with passion. I could not get enough of him. I pushed my head up from the pillow to deepen the kiss, although I was sure there was no way to do that, because he was already kissing me like it was our last moment on earth. When we broke the kiss, he moved his mouth to my ear.
“What the hell are you doing to me, Mecca? You got me bugging on a whole ‘nother level.”
“Right back at you.” I said, or thought I said. Honestly, I could’ve just thought it in my mind. I wasn’t sure. I wasn’t sure of anything, except that Busy was everything, and all I wanted was for the feelings he was creating to last forever. He was pulling my hair as he slammed into me, and I was practically hyperventilating from the sensations. I could feel the orgasm starting to build, and realized that I’d never been in this moment, experiencing pleasure so intense. It was my favorite moment. My favorite place on earth. Underneath Busy while he put in work.
Busy moved his hands under my ass, allowing himself to delve even deeper. Opening me up for him to experience unchartered territory and realms of Mecca that no one knew even existed. There was no way to keep myself from yelling out. From screaming out. From pushing my hips up towards him.
“I’m about to cum.” I said through no volition of my own. I had never announced anything like that in my entire life.
“Good, Baby. Me, too.”
And with that, he seemed to kick into overdrive. Within seconds the little thunderstorm that had started to build in my stomach turned into a full scale tornado and I was flying over the edge of self-control, experiencing the hardest orgasm ever and screaming at the top of my lungs about it. I was so out of it, I didn’t even know what happened after I came. I glanced over and saw Busy lying right beside me with the cutest smile on his face.
