Chapter 42 – Jude
Chapter Forty-Two
JUDE
Trouble
Cursing at the message on my phone, I quickly shove my hands in my pockets to hide the growth in my jeans.
I’m gripping my phone so hard, I wouldn’t be surprised to find out I’ve cracked it.
I need to wrap this meeting up sooner rather than later.
I was over this whole thing before getting Mabel’s text message and now, with the ticking time bomb of reuniting with Mabel’s mouth, I’m officially over it.
“Look, Zeke, you’re not a supervisor. You don’t get to issue orders to anyone.” This isn’t the first time I’ve had this type of conversation with this particular new hire. Zeke just scoffs before turning and storming back towards the canning warehouse.
I continue to chat with Gabe, one of our more senior workers, for a few more minutes. He’s ranting about Zeke and I’m doing my best to not show how much I want this conversation to be over.
Once I hear the same complaint for the third time, I cut Gabe off.
“I’ll talk to Lola and we’ll make a decision about what to do with him but nothing will be done until then.
I trust you to keep a cool head for now.
” Gabe’s jaw ticks but he offers me a nod.
Slapping him on the back, I turn on my heel and make my way to Mabel’s workshop.
I’m sure I look like I’m running from the police or something but all I cared about was getting back to Mabel.
Mabel’s workshop is empty. I beat her here.
Thank fuck.
I need to catch my breath. Huffing and puffing could be a total lady boner killer. I’ve got enough outside forces working against me when it comes to Mabel. A deep pull of air to fill my lungs and settle my racing heart. The wheezing stops just as the door to the workshop opens.
“What a good boy. You’re here early.” Mabel’s voice is both sultry and teasing and my half-hard dick quickly becomes fully erect.
I’m struggling against my zipper, making a tent in my work jeans.
I’d be embarrassed if Mabel’s hot gaze wasn’t burning a hole in my pants while she licks that plump bottom lip.
Fuck, the things this woman does to me without even trying.
My throat dries with the promise of what’s to come, making my, “Get over here,” come out like gravel.
Mabel obeys without question and as soon as I’m within arms reach, her hands are on me.
I have to bend slightly to connect my mouth to hers but it’s worth it, her hands make quick work to grant herself access to my aching cock.
A shiver slips down my spine as her cold fingers wrap around my heated flesh. “Slow down, Trouble, there’s no rush.” I’m lucky to be able to get any words out, Mabel’s other hand is now also stuffed down my pants, gently massaging my sack and simultaneously making me see stars.
“Maybe for you, I’ve been craving another taste of you all day.”
Mabel drops to her knees, yanking my jeans and briefs down with her.
They get stuck on my thighs but are low enough to expose what Mabel is looking for.
Pre-cum is already leaking from my tip. Mabel’s pink tongue is quick to dart out, lapping it up.
I can’t stop the groan of pleasure that rumbles out of my chest.
Her lips wrap around my tip and she damn near sucks my soul out with hollowed cheeks.
This fucking woman.
My hands clench and unclench, desperate to dig into her shiny brown hair.
I need to ground myself somehow but we’re literally smack dab in the middle of her workshop, not close enough to anything to lean against or brace myself on.
Her head starts to bob, taking me deeper than I would think possible.
I can feel myself hitting the back of her throat.
Mabel must realize how close I am to losing control because the next time I feel the back of her throat, she sucks me down just that much more and fucking swallows. Overcome by the sensation, my fingers fly to her head and tangle themselves into those chocolate-y strands.
Praise falls past my lips so quickly, I’m not even a hundred percent sure what I’m saying. I’m so close that when I feel Mabel’s light touch behind my balls and I think about how it felt when she teased me before in the shower….
“Oh fuck, yes Mabel, I’m gonna—” I don’t get to finish my warning as my orgasm hits and I’m shooting everything I have into Mabel’s perfect fucking mouth. My chest heaves like I ran a marathon but I can’t keep my eyes off perfection personified kneeling in front of me.
That dangerous tongue darts out to wet her bottom lip, I’m mesmerized.
Unable to do anything but stare as Mabel returns to standing, pulling my bottoms up with her and tucking my now soft dick back into my pants before zipping me up, the little tease gives the crotch of my jeans a quick pat pat before she shoots me a smile and a quick, “Thanks for that, Muscles. It was exactly what I needed.”
Before I can fully process the lunacy of her thanking me for what just happened, she’s spun on her heels and disappearing outside.
After a few beats of processing what just happened, I pick my jaw off the floor and pull my phone out of my pocket. I type out a quick message and head out of the workshop, returning to work like nothing happened.
Me
Don’t think I’m going to miss out on the chance to return the favor just because you ran away this time, Trouble.