Chapter 11: One Last Time

Over the course of the next couple of weeks, Jalen continued to make great progress on the storage room. During the day, he was the picture of professionalism. Focused, diligent, and making steady progress on the renovation.

Jim Harbor had even stopped by, admiring his work, complimenting the attention to detail and efficiency. Jalen nodded, thanked him, and kept everything strictly business.

During the day, he and Kristen were just two professionals working together, but once 5:30 PM hit, that’s when everything changed.

Jalen would be wrapping up for the day, organizing his tools, making mental notes of what still needed to be done.

Then, without fail, he’d hear it. That familiar ClickClickClick of Kristen’s signature high-heeled pumps echoing down the hall.

His pulse always jumped the second he heard it, because he already knew what was coming. Kristen never said anything when she entered the storage room, and she didn’t have to.

She’d just turn around and shut the doors behind her, even though they both knew the entire office had already emptied out. Then she’d smile and walk straight to him. She’d walk straight to his lips and then devour him.

She’d kiss him like she’d been starving for him all day. Her hands were always frantic and fierce, going straight to his belt, then his zipper, freeing him with desperate urgency.

Jalen would match her energy, just as desperate, ripping her top, skirt, and panties off and getting her into a position to be thoroughly fucked like she wanted.

On the seventh day or so of these encounters, Kristen surprised Jalen by switching it up.

She stepped inside the storage room around 5:25 pm, locking the door behind her as usual with a soft click. Her heels echoed softly on the floor as she walked toward him, deliberate and slow.

Her work blouse was unbuttoned just enough to tease. She started off as she normally did by closing the distance and assaulting Jalen’s mouth with wet hungry kisses while immediately going to unbuckle his belt and unzip his pants.

This time, however, she kneeled in front of him.

Jalen’s eyes widened, but he didn’t say anything, instead allowing Kristen to do what she apparently felt emboldened to do.

Kristen fully undid Jalen’s pants and pulled them and his boxers down in one tug allowing his hardening cock to spring out.

Her breath was shaky, and her body was humming with heat as her fingers started to stroke over him. She hadn’t exactly been thinking when she kneeled in front of Jalen.

Something had just come over her and she did it instinctively. Now she was wondering what she had just gotten herself into as she stared at his bulging cock right in front of her face, with the head of it just staring at her as if to say, “I’m here. What are you going to do?”

She hadn’t done this in years. The few times she had with Rob were back in the early stages of dating—and Rob was practically half Jalen’s size.

Before that, she’d done it a few times with various guys from her college years to her mid-twenties, but she wouldn’t call her performances exactly stellar in those instances. Despite all that, now that Kristen was down here knelt in front of Jalen, she refused to back out.

She mustered all her audacity and leaned forward slowly, parting her lips as she hovered just over the thick, swollen head. She let her breath fan over him first, teasing, testing, and then she felt it.

She felt the smallest twitch of his cock in her hand. It sent a thrill through her, her thighs squeezing together at the realization. It reminded her that even Jalen wasn’t immune to feeling vulnerable.

Finally, she let her tongue flick out, just barely tasting him. She gave a slow, wet stroke across the sensitive tip. It was salty, warm, and fuck, she liked it.

She did it again, her lips brushing against him this time, letting the heat of her mouth tease him. She was pretty much winging it now, but Jalen seemed to like it, so she trusted her gut. He hadn’t said a word. He just stood there, completely still, letting her do as she pleased, but she could feel the tightness in his muscles and the tension coiling beneath his skin.

His breathing had shifted just slightly. It was deeper now and more controlled. Kristen smiled against him, her confidence building as she let her tongue swirl over him again, this time letting her lips wrap around just the tip.

She gave a slow, wet pull into her mouth, and that was when she finally heard it. The slightest groan slipped past Jalen’s lips before he caught it, and that sound went straight between her legs.

She had him now, and she wanted more. Without hesitation, she took him deeper, her lips wrapping around his length as her tongue glided over the thick ridge of his tip. He was hot, heavy, throbbing against her tongue. He tasted so good.

Her fingers tightened around his base, pumping slowly as she worked him deeper into her mouth, her lips stretching around his sheer size. She heard another low, rumbling from his chest, barely restrained.

Kristen’s thighs clenched together, her own arousal growing unbearable. She wanted to see how far she could push him. She pulled back agonizingly slow, letting her tongue swirl over the tip, sucking just enough to make him throb in her hand. She left rings of lipstick residue all down his shaft.

Then she did it again and again. It was a slow, torturous rhythm, dragging her lips along his cock, letting the warmth of her mouth tease him just enough to drive him insane. Jalen’s fingers twitched against the table he was leaning on, his breathing heavier now, deeper, but he said nothing.

Kristen hollowed her cheeks, taking him even deeper, her lips pressing dangerously close to the base while her throat stretched as she pushed herself to take as much of him as she could. A sharp inhale escaped from Jalen, and she only grew more determined hearing it. Her pace quickened, her tongue swirled, and her lips tightened as she sucked harder, chasing that next sound, that next reaction. She wanted him undone.