Brooks
I woke up earlierthan normal the next morning, barely able to sleep. Thoughts of Sydney filled my brain, making me unable to rest. She was in the room right next to mine, probably sleeping soundly, having no idea that the client she was working for had a major crush on her.
Though I tried to think about something else, anything else, one part of my body just wouldn't get the memo. My hard dick pressed against my sweats, begging for release. Luckily, I had a bathroom in my bedroom, so I didn't need to worry about avoiding Sydney as I made my way to the shower.
I turned the water on colder than normal, undressed, and stepped in, hoping to relax. My hooves stayed steady on the stone tile below. Most people had acrylic showers nowadays, but I opted for a more expensive one that was well worth it to prevent slipping.
I washed my hair and face before I was forced to admit my dick wouldn't be going down on its own.
I wrapped my hand around it, gripping it tightly and playing with the tip with my fingers.
My mind wandered to Sydney. The way she looked crawling into my truck, the intensity of her eyes as she snapped photos with her camera. I couldn't help but imagine the way her ass would bounce as I fucked her from behind, slamming into that tight, warm cunt.
Maybe her eyeliner would run as she took my cock to the back of her throat, and she would cry out as I ate her pussy, making her come over and over again.
Though I enjoyed getting off as much as the next person, the real joy for me came from pleasuring my partner, particularly oral. I was bi, and quickly learned that whether it was sucking dick or eating pussy, I loved it all and would do it for hours on end if I could.
The vision of her coming above me, her thighs wrapped around my face, had ropes of cum shooting from me, covering my shower wall more than I'd like to admit.
I used the sprayer to wash it down before cleaning myself up, drying off, and getting dressed in my usual jeans and flannel before stepping out.
When I got to the living room, I was surprised to see Chicken's crate open. I was concerned until I heard the telltale foot slaps and a slight bit of laughter from the kitchen.
Sydney was there, her knees on the floor and her camera in her hand. She was snapping photos of Chicken, who looked to be eating some of the food I kept for him in the house. She was using it as a treat to keep him focused.
I allowed myself to watch for a few seconds. Something about her with a camera in her hand made her look much freer than normal. It was all in the subtlety. The way her jaw unclenched, and her eyes went wide in wonder.
"Mornin'," I drawled. “You’re up early.” The only one usually up at the same time as me was Gabe, and that’s because night was day for him.
Her eyes flicked to mine. Every time I saw them, I was reminded of my favorite glade on the edge of the property.Maybe I should take her there.
I shook my head.Stop it.There was no reason for me to do that. She wasn’t staying.
Sydney stood up, being extra cautious with the camera in her hands.
“Good morning. Yeah, I tend to get up early. I hope it's okay I fed him," she said. "He kept quacking at me, and I felt bad."
"It's fine. I usually feed him right about now anyway."
I would also usually head to my mother’s to have breakfast right after, but something wanted me to keep her close as long as possible. She had changed out of my clothes, wearing tight tan slacks and a green blouse. Just like yesterday, not a hair was out of place, not a wrinkle in her clothes despite sitting in the dryer.
It made me want to see her rumpled even more.
"How do eggs sound?" I asked as I entered the kitchen, grabbing the pan and eggs from the fridge. Anything to keep my hands busy.
"Sounds good. Do you have avocados?"
I turned and glanced at her. "Avocados?" Though this was a farm, avocado trees needed to grow in an almost tropical environment.
"I like having avocado toast in the mornings."
"I don't, we can’t grow them here. But I can do some roasted tomatoes and cheese," I offered.
She looked a bit skeptical but went with, “I’ll try it."
She sat at the table behind me, doing something on her computer as I cooked for both of us. Though I wasn't a chef by any means, I felt comfortable in the kitchen and made some pretty decent eggs.
Once the toast was done, I stacked it with seasoned fried tomatoes, sunny-side-up eggs, and some feta I had kicking around the fridge.
