LEMONS, LEMONS FOR ALL!


Raising an eyebrow with interest, Sarah cheekily replied, "Better not be a fun-size treat."

Jareth chuckled. "Don't worry; your super-size treat awaits."

"Well, then. Happy Halloween to me," she said.

Then she kissed him. Jareth lifted his hands to her face and kissed her back, pushing his tongue warm and moist between her lips. Her mouth, her whole body, responded. Pressing her palms to his chest, she curled her fingertips into his ruffled shirt as one heated kiss turned into another.

When his hand eased up onto her breast, she sucked in her breath and murmured, "Oh, God," against his mouth; his touch just felt too damn good. He stopped kissing and pulled back just enough to meet her gaze, and molded her breast full and hard in his hand. The intense, raw contact sent a jolt of lightning through her pussy, making her cry out softly.

His eyes shone glassy with lusty intent even behind his eye mask, and she could only imagine what he saw in hers, despite her own sparkly black mask surrounding them. Soon both his hands massaged her breasts – his thumbs raked across taut, pointed nipples and she arched forward involuntarily, offering herself to him.

"I want more," he growled.

"Take it," she demanded.

And he didn't hesitate. Dropping his palms from her breasts, he then began to lower her bodysuit by easing the sleeves down her toned shoulders, exposing them. She found herself licking her hips as he unhurriedly continued the descent of the leather outfit, peering at him through half-shut eyes, loving the feel of his gaze on her.

Right when the bodysuit hit the top of her breasts, he gave her look asking for permission to rid her of the remainder of it. She nodded and before she knew it, she shimmied her arms out of the sleeves, allowing Jareth to slide the bodysuit down to her hip bones. Her entire torso was now uncovered and exposed to the cool autumn air. Goosebumps appeared all over her body, though she didn't know if it was from the sudden chill, or because she felt intoxicated by the Fae undressing her.

She decided it was both, and just then Jareth cupped the undersides of her breasts and began to rain hot, tiny kisses on her neck, trailing down lower and lower. When his mouth reached her chest, he tongued one of her elongated nipples, then drew back to blow on it, making her shiver in delight.

He grinned darkly and feasted on her nipple some more, licking, kissing, sucking, even once gently biting as she held his head in her hands, running her fingers through his blonde mane of hair, and being careful to not knock his mask askew because she was enjoying the fantasy too much – the fantasy of being the Goblin King's lover of the night, fucking him while both of them wore costumes. Well, hers was a costume, but still.

She feared she would die of pleasure. Even though they were standing up, just steps away from a rollicking party – and right next to a set of windowed doors, no less – she wasn't sure any male had ever treated her breasts so nicely, brought her such extreme joy just by using his mouth and hands on that part of her body. It was the only moment in her life when she'd ever wondered if it was possible to climax just from breast stimulation – until his arms twined around her, his hands sinking to her ass, and he pressed his erection into her crotch.

She moaned loudly. He was not lying about giving her a super-size treat; his cock felt huge. And it made her hungry for more. She needed to have his dick, needed to feel it beneath her palm. So after letting her body move against his, pelvis to pelvis, just for a few blissful seconds, she reached boldly down between them and pressed her open hand to the bulge in his black, tight-like pants.

Maybe I do love tights, after all, she told herself.

"Gods," he moaned.

"I think someone else deserves a treat, too," she said, voice husky and hot.

His expression was a mix of arousal and amusement. "You're playing with fire, precious," he said, just before his head dropped back in pleasure.

"I hope so," she told him, rubbing her hand over the rock-hard column of flesh arced upward over his belly. Even through the thin fabric, she knew he possessed the largest penis to ever cross her path. If she'd thought she was hungry for it before, that measured nothing compared to now. She caressed him firmly, letting her fingers mold around him, squeezing, massaging his length.

"Fuck," he murmured, quickly losing control of himself. He looked lost in a haze of passion, and she liked him that way, liked the sense of power it gave her. Wasn't that what she wanted here? Sure the whole notion had just been about getting laid and making sure she had a better time at the party than in years past. But she'd felt that to reap the most from it, she'd need to take control, be a true seductress – and now, suddenly, she was. She was wrenching moan after moan from him and wanted, very soon, to wrench more than just mere sounds from the sexy male before her.

A thought that drove her to undo his pants. Glancing down between them, she worked at the buttons on his breeches, then found herself yanking them down. She saw that he wore no underwear – not surprising – and stood amazed when the pants hit his ankles.

Dear God, he had to be at least nine full inches long. "Now that's a treat," she heard herself say in delight as she wrapped her hand around his naked shaft.

His voice sounded only slightly strained as he said, "Super-sized enough for you?"

She squeezed him, then ran her fist up and down. "We'll see," she teased.

A soft growl left his throat, and his response was a bit more labored this time, but still confident and full of heat. "I suppose you'll get to find out soon."

Taking note of the challenge, she dropped to her knees, felt the hard, cool porch tiles through her thigh-high stockings, gripped his cock more possessively and went down on him. Smoothly licking away the pre-come at the tip of his cock, she eased her lips over his width and took him into her mouth.

Oh, boy. Even without him moving, it felt like being fucked by him. The entry into her body had been that direct, deliberate, impactful. The sensation of having him fill her mouth made her ravenous, made her slide her lips farther down, sucking intently, wanting him to feel it deep, wanting to give him the best blowjob he'd ever had.

He gently kneaded her scalp with his fingertips, heightening her pleasure, driving her onward as she took him deeper, deeper, all the way to the back of her throat, wanting to swallow as much of him as she could. And there was so much to swallow – somehow it presented an inherent challenge and she wanted to prove she was up to the task. When only a few inches of the hard phallus remained outside her mouth, she felt amazed, accomplished, and looked up at him.

His eyes said she was incredible. And his mouth said, "Ah, fuck," as he groaned.

And then she began to move, to slide her wet lips up and down his shaft while she gripped the root of his cock in one hand. She let her eyes fall shut now, let herself become fully absorbed, lost in the pleasure she delivered.

Hearing him moan and growl pushed her onward, until finally he began to gently fuck her mouth, thrusting lightly – and even as it threatened to steal a little of her power, making her take it, forcing it into the recesses of her mouth, even that somehow ultimately delivered more control. Because she wanted to take it. She wanted to take as much as he wanted to give.

After a few minutes though, she backed off. Not completely, but because she found herself wanting more. Curving both hands around his length, she found herself licking teasingly at the rounded head, flicking the tip of her tongue across the tiny slit there. Then she ran her tongue in a circle around it, almost as if French-kissing it. She let just the end of his cock back between her lips, focusing on how smooth he was there, how soft that part of him felt despite the impossibly hard shaft just below it.

Every move she made caused a fresh reaction from him – a moan or a sight or a whispered obscenity. And soon she couldn't help herself – she went back down on him with pure vigor, wanting to take his stiff length back inside her again, wanting to make him crazy with pleasure.

After which she looked up, met his eyes. And this time she kept her gaze on him, never looking away. She suck him, moved up and down his tremendous cock while he watched her. His breath came labored and heavy and his eyes looked wild, his fingers clenched tight at her scalp – until he pushed her back.

"Stop," he breathed. "I don't want to come yet. And if you don't stop, I will. Hard. Standup."

With a gentle kiss to the tip of his cock and a move designed to let his length slide between her bare breasts as she rose, she pushed to her feet and stood before him, ready for whatever came next. Somewhere, Michael Jackson sang "Thriller," which was just too fitting for this situation.

Jareth's eyes raked over her, as though he were just as hungry for her as she was for him. When his gaze stopped at the tops of her stockings, he spoke. "Why do I get the distinct feeling that you're not wearing any panties, precious."

She couldn't help but flash a seductive smile. "Because I'm not."

A low moan escaped him, and the knowledge drove him to his knees. He unbuttoned the snap-button closure holding the bodysuit together and shrugged the entirety of it off Sarah's body. She lifted her legs out of the holes, and stood before him completely naked, with the exception of her heels and knee high stockings.

"No fur here, pussycat," Jareth purred.

Sarah bit her lip and just shrugged innocently. She made it a point to get regular Brazilian waxes; she hated hair. "Maybe I'm a rare breed."

"Rare, indeed," he said, then skimmed his fingertips over the smooth flesh between her legs, which she then parted for him. "So wet for me, too," he added.

"Soaked," she assured him.

And then his tongue sliced into her. She cried out at the shock of pleasure, then covered her mouth, fearing they'd be heard. Not that Jareth seemed too concerned with that possibility; he was far too busy licking her, dragging his tongue full up her parted slit, making her legs weak as her breath grew wild and thready.

She found herself clutching at the wall behind her, trying to find something – anything – to hold onto to keep her from collapsing, but nothing was there. She felt herself pumping her pussy at his mouth, needing the blessed attention, drinking it in with every thrust against his face.

"Ugh, yeah, Jareth. Fuck me. Fuck me with your tongue," she begged.

She was slightly amazed with herself for saying his name so effortlessly, carelessly, as though she'd known him forever. The truth was, she didn't feel bashful around him at all. Perhaps it was the fact they wore masks, or because he wasn't truly a stranger, or maybe it was because she'd secretly longed for him for years. Whatever the reason, she only knew saying his name sounded right, and she could tell he enjoyed it too.

For at that moment, he took one of her legs and threw it over his shoulder, exposing more of her to him, and his tongue delved into her even further. She turned her head at the sensation, where she caught sight of their reflection in one of the many large windows. It was dim, dark, difficult to see, but enough that she witnessed her own utter abandon – and took obscene delight in it.

His tongue raked over her clit then, again and again, as she bucked at him, and she even found herself molding her breasts in her own hands, pinching her nipples between her fingertips.

"Oh, God, oh, God," she heard herself mutter as the orgasm washed over her, wave after intense wave of pleasure expanding from her cunt outward through her arms and legs, making her grip his head, curl her fingers into his hair, just to hold onto something to keep her upright.

As the waves eased, passing, she sensed one kind of need inside her crumpling, dissolving, to give way to another.

"You have a delicious little cunt," he murmured, his breath warm on the tender flesh there.

Her voice came ragged. "I want you in it."

She'd climaxed, assuaged that urgent, gnawing lust. But now she needed to be fucked. Hard. She suddenly reached down for her clutch to retrieve a condom, but was halted by Jareth the moment her hand reached the velvet bag.

"What's wrong?" she asked.

"No need for that, precious," he said, taking the clutch from her and throwing it back down on the ground.

Sarah raised her eyebrows. "Uh. I know you come from a different world, but here in California, we like to stay safe with protection."

He twined both arms around her, firmly gripping her ass. She gasped as he pulled her tight, his enormous cock stretching up the front of her slit.

"And where I come from, no such worries exist. I promise you, you're safe," he assured her.

She narrowed her eyes, contemplating whether or not he was being true. Something told her he was, though; he was an otherworldly being for Christ's sake, who had special fancy powers. Surely he could prevent nasty STI's from happening, right?

"Okay," she finally answered. "But if I get some magical herpes or something…"

He quickly shut her up with another kiss, and the next thing she knew, he was lifting her slightly, positioning her, and his unsheathed cock nudged at her opening. Then eased inside. Slow. Deep. As easy as that. They both groaned at the entry.

Their faces were so close – they were eye to eye as he began to move, to thrust slow but deep up into her pussy. And this didn't feel like sex with a stranger anymore. This felt like sex with a masterful man. Having his big cock in her made her whimper – he was now the giver, she the taker.

"Mmm, so tight," he murmured deeply.

She heard herself whisper a reply. "You're so fucking huge. So deep. So good."

"Your cunt is so warm, precious. So tight and warm." He still moved slowly in her but used his hands on her ass to maneuver her body the way he wanted – and just then, he plunged deeper. She moaned and wrapped her legs around him tight, letting him support her completely. She could feel her heels digging into his butt, the thought momentarily worrying her.

"Am I hurting you?" she asked breathily.

"No," he responded through gritted teeth. "I like it."

The warmth in his voice, the depth of his passion was fueling her and she loved it. But she shouldn't, because this was a one-night thing, and when it was over, she was going to be on her way and leave him behind, mask intact. But she couldn't help the feelings that were beginning to take over and couldn't help wanting to know him just a little.

Shit. Looking into his eyes, having him hold her, feeling his length drive to her very core, was drawing her in too deep. Into emotion. She had to take control again. And she'd do well to keep it this time.

So she lowered her shoes to the tile floor and planted her hands at his waist, pushing him back. She immediately missed the fullness of having his dick inside her, but she was going to take him over to the little wicker couch a few steps away. She was going to mount him, going to ride him. Going to re-seize control.

Only that didn't happen.

Instead, his hands gripped her hips – hard, almost forceful, his fingers digging into her flesh. And a strange desire shot through her, unbidden.

"Do you like it rough, Sa-rah?"

"Make me find out," she heard herself say.

With that, the slow, rhymthic tempo of their sex changed – he turned her around to face away from him and pressed her hands flat to the wall, which had wallpaper displays of a seascape. He once again plunged his huge cock deep into her.

She cried out, but no longer care if anyone heard. Just like how he no longer went slow – now he fucked her harder, faster, delivering punishing thrusts that reverberated out through her fingers and toes. She tried to be quiet, but she kept sobbing her pleasure, amazed at how something that bordered on pain could also bring her such hot, dirty joy.

His hands gripped her hips tight as he drove into her again, again, but occasionally he slapped her ass, and good Lord, even that felt good – echoing through her, heightening other pleasures.

"Do you, precious?" he asked near her ear, sounding as if his teeth were clenched. "Do you like it rough?"

She responded between brutally hot plunges that made her legs threaten to fold beneath her. "Ugh, fuck!" Another deep thrust. "Yes…ugh! Fuck me, Jareth!"

Soon she found herself pressed further against the wall. She still arched her ass, welcoming his forceful strokes, but now her breasts rubbed at the wallpaper, the plush ridges teasing her nipples, delivering the softest sort of pleasure even as he dealt out the hardest.

She imagined going into tonight partaking in something quicker…a frantic coupling. But this…this was stunning. Life-changing. He had a way to do that to her. She was feeling things – once again – that she'd never felt before. How was he always able to do this to her?

That's when she realized she finally needed to take back control. Now. "Let me ride you," she demanded as harshly as she could.

Behind her, he gripped her hips tighter and went still. "What?" he sounded frustrated and she couldn't blame him, but she persisted.

She looked over her shoulder. "I want to be on top. I want to feel you deep, take you every inch that I can."

Her reasoning must have swayed him, because he pulled out of her, leaving her to suffer that emptiness again. She turned to face him, and his eyes, framed by the mask and his long, blonde hair, still looked forceful, almost angry.

Well, she didn't care. She was angry, too. Angry at herself for letting this get so out of hand, angry at him for all the years of neglect. She was going to take control now.

They moved together to the couch – him half dragging her, her half pushing him. They were a tangle of limbs as he landed on his ass and she moved to straddle him. She peered down at how grandly his shaft rode between them. And for some reason – she wanted to be more tender with him again, move slower. She'd intended to bring him over here and fuck his brains out to end this crazy liaison, but to her surprise, she now wanted to go slow. She even found herself leaning forward to kiss him.

Their mouths met, slow and languid, kisses that melted through Sarah like warm syrup. Until she kissed her way over his jaw and down onto his neck. He groaned as she explored the tender flesh spanning his throat, until finally stopping to raise back up. Meeting his gaze, she let a gentle smile unfurl.

He returned it and she knew then that any past grudges and animosity were gone now. Just like that. So much for her anger.

"You're one hell of a lover, precious," he said. "Who would have thought?"

"Wish I could say the same for you," she replied with a wink.

"Ride me, wench," he said deeply, teasingly.

And she rose up onto her knees and slowly, surely, sheathed him with her welcoming pussy. They both sighed with the pleasure of being connected again. She'd thought this position would bring back that power she wanted so badly, but it didn't. Instead, it took them to a place where neither had the power. And where they both had the power.

Adjusting to his size, she rode him in tight but leisurely circles that delivered perfect friction to her clit, even as he stretched her to impossible lengths inside her. He slowly massaged her ass as he thrust gently deeper.

Working on pure impulse now, she looped her arms around his neck and rubbed her nipples against his chest, simply needing to connect with him in yet another way. Which was ridiculous. She shouldn't want to get emotionally attached at all, in any way, but she felt crazily close to this primal male specimen. How could she not? She had history with him. Longed for him for years, despite trying to forget about him. And she'd sucked his cock for God's sake! Of course she felt close to him.

As minutes passed, their breathing grew shallow, ragged in tandem. She lifted her hands to his face to kiss him. He slid his hands to her breasts, molding, caressing, then whispered, "Let me suck them."

She didn't refuse, leaning inward, rising slightly, feeling the delight dart through her body when he pulled a nipple into his mouth. That's when he began to really thrust up into her, and she felt another orgasm building up inside her.

"Fuck," she moaned. "I'm coming, don't stop!"

Then he pushed down on her hips, hard, thrust deep, making her cry out as he said, "Ah, fuck. I'm going to come inside your perfect little pussy, Sarah."

His cock nearly lifted her from the couch in four powerful upward drives, but she absorbed them, relishing how amazingly deep he was inside her body.

And then he went still below, but continued kissing her mouth and whispering in her ear, "You're amazing, precious," in heated pants. His voice sounded so warm, comforting, that it almost made her feel a little…empty, knowing this was about to end.

Her body fell limp, and she rested her head on his chest, trying to catch her breath. "That was one hell of a treat."

"I'm glad I could stop in for a spell," he replied.

They both laughed, and she was unsure of how he knew cheesy Halloween sayings. Her smile soon turned into a frown though, when she wondered what would happen now between the two of them. Disappointment, and shock, sunk in when she realized she didn't want this to be fully over. After ten years of no communication, she wasn't sure she could end things like this; not after that kind of sex especially.

Fuck. Talk about double, double, toil and trouble.


AN: Wowwww that was a lot of sex. Phew, okay. Glad that's over with. But...there's more to come. Stay tuned!