Breakfast of Champions

Just a quick little story. I had a lot of fun writing it, hope y'all enjoy it. A hard working man needs a good breakfast sometimes! here is:

Breakfast of Champions

David blinked awake, still sprawled in bed. He stretched his whole body, arms reaching out and legs tensing under the warm covers, joints popping and cracking. Sunlight peeked around the edges of the closed blinds.

"Well holy shit. It's Friday, the sun is up, and I'm still in bed?"

David hadn't taken a day off work in a long time. Usually, he was out of the house by 4 a. m., long before the sun broke the horizon--even in summer.

-Shit, I could have a beer for breakfast if I wanted to!-

He smirked at the thought, but could already feel Jenn's eyes roll from upstairs. Her work-from-home job paid a lot more than being a mechanic, and her commute was about forty-five seconds. He was proud of her--no question--but damn if it didn't make him just a little jealous some days.

-Maybe I need to figure out how to work from home too.-

David climbed out of bed slowly, letting his thoughts wander--no alarm clock dragging him out of bed by the balls. The kids would already be on the buss to school and Jenn was probably upstairs in her office.

-Why the hell shouldn't I wander around in my boxers?-

His back protested as he stood up, groaning like a rusted hinge.

-Fuck, I'm getting old.-

The coffee pot was still warm--nice! He poured himself a cup and took that first glorious sip leaning against the counter. talking to himself.

"Well shit, what do I do now?"

It had been so long since his last real day off, David wasn't even sure he remembered how to relax.

He stepped out onto the back deck for a smoke, sipped his coffee, and messed around on his phone for a while. The quiet felt weird--but not bad. Just... empty in a way he wasn't used to.

When he finally looked at the time, it was only 8:45.

-Well shit, this is going to be a long day.-

He huffed a little laugh.

-So this was what a day off felt like, huh?-

After aimlessly scrolling through news, memes, and a half dozen useless notifications, David got bored enough to wander upstairs and see what Jenn was up to.

He climbed the stairs and gently pushed her office door open. Her monitor glowed with a grid of talking heads--suits, fake smiles, and bad lighting.

-oh shit, she's in a meeting! better be quiet-

Not wanting to interrupt, he leaned against the doorjamb and watched.

Her voice was sharp--not rude, just firm. She sounded like she owned the damn call. David had no idea what kind of corporate financial witchcraft she was conjuring, but she looked and sounded like a woman who knew her shit. Confident. Commanding. Sexy as hell.

The sunlight caught in her curls, lighting them up with soft hints of red and brown. From the side, he had a perfect view--hips tilted in the chair, one leg crossed over the other. Her blouse hugged the curve of her breasts, full and soft, the shape he knew filled his hands perfectly.

Her body had changed over the years--kids, time, life--but fuck if he didn't think she looked hotter now than ever.

He glanced down.

-Well... I'm hard now.-

"Alright, team. Thanks, everyone--we'll circle back to those deliverables on Monday!"

Jenn clicked a few times, ending the call and minimizing her screen.

"You're lucky I had the background filter on," she said, still not turning to face him.

"You're lucky I'm wearing boxers," David shot back, grinning.

Jenn finally turned in her chair. Legs crossed--business on top, yoga pants on the bottom.

David cracked a smile as he took her in.

"What?" she said, catching his look. "They can't see my legs!"

A little blush crept into her cheeks. Adorable.

"I fucking love you," he said, laughing under his breath.

Jenn's eyes dropped to the bulge in his boxers, a sly grin curling at her lips.

"Yeah," she said. "I see that."

David crossed the small room, planting his hands on the arms of her chair leaning in. Jenn leaned back slightly, her eyes wide, mouth parted in surprise.

He kissed her--slow and soft--then tugged her lower lip into his mouth, just long enough to make a quiet pop when he let go.

"You know I have to work," she said, breath hitching.

He pressed his forehead against hers. "Yeah, you do... and apparently, that turns me on."

"Yeah, yeah," she giggled, trying to shove him off. "What doesn't turn you on?"

"Now let me run this report--I've got another meeting in like an hour!"

David wasn't going anywhere.

"Then I've got time for breakfast!"

He eased her legs apart and dropped to his knees between them. In one swift motion, he slid his arms under her thighs and pulled her hips to the edge of the chair.

"David! What the fuck?" she laughed, squirming in her chair.

He didn't answer. He was already kissing his way up her inner thighs, leaving slow, damp trails over the soft stretch of her leggings. Then his mouth found her center.

David buried his nose and lips into her, inhaling deeply like he'd been starving for her scent. He let out a low, satisfied groan.

"Breakfast of champions," he murmured, eyes dark with hunger as he looked up at her.

"Okay, okay, Jesus babe, let me work and I promise--"

She didn't finish.

David dragged his tongue up the already damp fabric, slow and deliberate. His hands slid under her ass, gripping her firmly, pulling her toward him as he nuzzled in deeper--tasting, breathing, devouring through the soft stretch of her leggings.

"Ah... oh God, David..."

She could have pushed him away.

Instead, her fingers slipped into his hair, clinging there, holding him in place.

"I... ah... have to-- work!"

His mouth worked her through the fabric, steady and relentless. His hands flexed on her ass, gripping harder.

For a moment, he had half a mind to just tear the leggings down the center seam--rip them open and taste her properly.

But once again he thought better of himself

-Nah. These are her favorite pair. She'd be pissed.-

So instead he wiggled his fingers under the waistband being careful to get her panties also. Bunching the fabric as he slowly peeled the leggings over her hips.

Once he had a solid grip, David lifted her slightly and tugged them down--impatient, hungry. He didn't even wait for them to clear her knees before ducking his head beneath and into the gap between her and the clothes.

Jenn gasped and cursed as his tongue, wide and flat, dragged up the center of her core.

He dipped into her for a moment, then shifted to her clit--slick and focused.

Her fingers tangled in his hair, hips grinding forward to meet his mouth.

"Fuck... David, I--I said I have to work!"

He didn't answer. Just sucked--gently, rhythmically--then flicked with his tongue, coaxing her higher.

One hand slipped free and moving to join his mouth, fingers sliding through her wetness like he'd been here a thousand times.

He sank two into her, deep and slow, curling up with a precision that only came from knowing her body that well.

She gasped, moaned, her hips jerking forward.

Jenn slammed her free hand against the arm of the chair, breath catching in her throat.

David could feel it--every twitch and pulse, every clench of her walls. She was close, and he knew it.

He wasn't letting her go. He was goddamn going to push her over the edge.

He worked her like a man on a mission--tongue relentless, fingers steady and sure--until her body gave in. -- Until she was a quivering mess in her office chair.

Her climax washed over her like a warm wave--thick with his devotion, his hunger, his love for her. She didn't just cum--she felt him in every pulse of it.

David didn't stop. He kept his fingers inside her and slowed his mouth to soft kisses, gentle laps--drawing it out, kissing her through it, letting her ride the last of it down. Letting her feel it for as long as she could.

"Oh fuck... David," she sighed.

He gently disentangled himself from her, hands gliding down her thighs as he helped lower her legs back to the floor.

She stayed slumped in the chair, pants still around her knees, hair a mess, chest rising and falling like she'd just run a marathon.

David stayed kneeling for a second longer. He leaned in and pressed a soft kiss just above her knee.

"I love you," he murmured.

Then he stood--adjusting himself with a quiet groan. Still hard as hell.

-A little blue balls never killed anybody, Totally worth it.-

"Yup. Breakfast of champions," he said, grinning down at her with absolutely no shame.

Jenn let out a weak laugh, still breathless. "What the hell was that?"

He winked. "Don't you have a report to run?"

She shot him a mock glare, but there was no heat in it--just flushed skin and a crooked smile she couldn't quite hide.

David turned to leave, then paused in the doorway. He looked back at her, eyes warm, voice low and teasing.

"Let me know when lunch is hot and ready for me."

Jenn didn't answer--just shook her head, grinning as she pulled her pants back up.