Woooo, things are gonna get steamy soon!
They laid in Jareth's big bed, the snow cover outside combining with the moonlight to cast a glow over the room. His head rested between her legs and hers between his, and for the first time in her life she understood the true thrill of the sixty-nine position. As Jareth rhythmically laved her most sensitive flesh, she sucked his cock deeply, at times releasing it to let it fall between her breasts.
The feel of his hard shaft between her soft breasts filled her with more pleasure than she could have imagined. But then everything was different with Jareth – every kiss, every look, every sexual encounter was more intense, and in turn, more satisfying than anything she'd known up to now.
As she lifted his wet shaft from between her breasts to wrap her lips back around the head, he delivered a sudden and incredible pressure to her cunt. Oh God, what was that? She cried out – then realized he'd pushed their old friend the vibrator inside her when she'd least expected it.
Her body's natural response was to meet the slow, firm thrusts he now delivered, although she let his cock fall from her mouth to breathe, "Where did that come from?" She didn't even know the last time she'd seen it. Not that she was complaining. It made for a very welcome intrusion. His moist tongue on her clit and the toy inside her at the same time brought on a whole new sumptuous pleasure.
"Found it under the bed," he rasped.
"Oh God," she sighed, meeting another thrust, taking the sex toy deeper.
"Feel good, precious?"
"Mmm," was all she could say.
And all she even wanted to say – because she had better things to do with her mouth. She suddenly wanted it back around his dick – badly – and didn't hesitate to wrap her fist around his length and pull his powerful erection back between her eager lips.
She sucked him vigorously, even more than before, as he drove the vibrator into her below. The waves of delight that shook her, consumed her – not orgasm, but a marvelous feeling of such fullness that she couldn't have conceived of it before experiencing it. His shaft in her mouth and another in her pussy. Being filled in both openings somehow delivered more than just twice the pleasure – just like having the attention of two men earlier.
Of course, this was more intense. This was hot. She quit thinking and only responded. His mouth worked just above the toy – she couldn't see but thought he was sucking her clit. She sobbed her pleasure around the erection between her lips, and pulled him into her mouth even more, silently urging him to thrust. He drove in firm, short lunges. And below, the marvelous vibrator fucked her and his sweet tongue laved her. Frantic cries erupted from her throat, around his length. Her whole body felt pummeled with hard male shafts, and she moved against both, maddened by the glorious sensations stretching through her.
The orgasm struck with little warning, forcing her to release his cock from her mouth as she screamed her joy. The pulses of heat racked her from head to toe, over and over, almost violent in their intensity, to leave her thoroughly spent with it was done.
Opening her eyes to see his majestic erection still only a few inches away, glistening from her ministrations, she gently kissed the tip, a tiny thank you for such overwhelming pleasure.
Below, he slowly extracted the vibrator, then shifted in bed to come face to face with her in the shadowy room. His eyes gleamed wickedly.
"Was that as good as it sounded?" he asked.
She drew in her breath. "Mind blowing."
Once upon a time she would have said, "This isn't me." But she'd long since stopped that. Because now, it was her.
"Wake up, precious. It's a beautiful day and you need to get outside."
Sarah opened bleary eyes, surprised to see her lover standing over her, fully dressed in jeans, a long sleeve black flannel shirt and sturdy outdoor boots. He looked as rugged and handsome as ever, one lock of blonde hair dipping recklessly over his forehead, his chin dusted with a dash of stubble.
"It's occurred to me that you literally haven't set foot outside this house since you've got here – other than being on the patio – and it's a sunny day, so we're having breakfast on the deck," he added.
She blinked her surprise. "Um, isn't the deck covered with snow?"
"Need I remind you I have powers? Now come on, get up. I've got eggs ready to fry, sausage to brown, and English muffins ready to toast. Just pull on a pair of sweats, shoes, and your coat while I cook, and I'll meet you at the back door in ten minutes."
As Jareth turned and walked away, Sarah simply stared after him, blinking yet again. Why did she get the feeling he was trying to…woo her or something? Or, at the very least, care about her a little, concerned to see her get outdoors. She hadn't even really thought about that – how confined she'd been here. As she'd recognized before, she rather enjoyed the strange sense of isolation, given that it came with a sexy, commanding lover. And she couldn't help but think it would be freezing outside. But if Jareth had cleared the deck and was making her breakfast, she wasn't inclined to refuse.
After locating some panties and a pair of black joggers, Sarah tossed on last night's sweater, then found a thick pair of socks and laced her boots up over them. It was only as she walked into the kitchen, saying, "Hey," that it occurred to her what an awful outfit it made.
Jareth didn't seem to notice, merely turning from the stove with a smile on his face and a spatula in his hand. "Grab me a couple of plates from the cabinet, precious?" Then he expertly flipped an egg in the skillet, and worked on cooking sausages at the same time.
"Sure," she murmured, falling a little more in love in with him. He was her perfect lover, she thought, standing there staring at his flannel-clad back. He pushed and persuaded her past her normal boundaries to bring her unfathomable pleasure – and yet, at the same time, he turned out to be so easy with be with, like right now. Who would have thought? Her once arch nemesis turned out to be the perfect man. And she was leaving him in a few short days.
"Plates?" he asked.
"Oh. Yeah. Sorry." She scurried to get them, then watched as he plopped flawless eggs onto each just as four muffin halves popped from the toaster.
She rushed to grab her winter jacket from the foyer closet and a moment later, they were sitting down at a wooden picnic table built into the deck, sun out and all.
"This is nice," she said, smiling over at him as she forked up a bit of her eggs and sausages. To her surprise, the sun was so bright that it made the cold manageable, more brisk and refreshing than bitter. The view of the snow covered mountains as far as they could see was gorgeous, maybe even more than usual because she could feel the mountain air and see just how far the expanse of blue stretched overhead.
It was as if he read her mind. "Nothing like a clear Colorado morning."
"How did you come to live here part time here anyway?"
"I've always loved the mountains and snow," Jareth explained. "I came here once on a recommendation from a fellow fae and over time, I fell in love with the place. It seemed worth it to purchase."
Sarah raised her eyebrows and grinned. "Did you buy it with actual money or did you use your magic to somehow get it free?"
Jareth chuckled. "With actual money, precious. Although it would have been quite easy to swindle my way into getting this for free, of course. But that would be unethical."
"Well, I'm… I'm glad you made the choice," she ventured a bit timidly. "To get a place here, I mean. If you hadn't, I would have never gotten reacquainted with you and have had this time with you."
His chin perched in his fist, elbow balanced on the table, he smiled. "I'm glad I made that choice too, precious."
For some reason, it was a sobering moment for Sarah. Because as sweet as he was being, she knew it meant more to her than to him. He didn't say it – nor did his voice or his eyes – it was just something she knew inherently. He was a man of two worlds, a man who took lovers, had affairs. It had to mean more to her than to him, was undoubtedly more of an unprecedented even in her life – something life altering, in fact. Just as the Labyrinth had been.
But not so for him.
Just take it for what it is. Soak it up. Enjoy the sex. Enjoy him. And try not to worry that this span of time with him will be the defining period of your entire life. Try not to worry that it will never be this good, this utterly grand, again.
"You were right," she said, ready to return to a normal, easy topic. "It's good to get out in the sun for a little while."
He nodded, a sexy yet superior look gracing his perfect face. "You ought to take more breaks, precious thing. I know you've been busy job hunting, but now that you have an in-person interview set in place, perhaps we could go skiing. Or drive over to Breckenridge. It's a quaint little ski town with lots of cafes and shops you may like."
Sarah couldn't help the shy smile that took over her face. "I think either choice sounds like a fabulous idea. Do you want to go today or tomorrow?"
Popping the last bite of a buttery English muffin into his mouth, he wiped his hands on a napkin and pushed to his feet. "Tomorrow. Now stand up."
She flashed a speculative look in his direction, thinking his expression had just shifted to a darker and oh-so-familiar one, even beneath the bright morning sun. "Why?"
Without answering, he rounded the table and took her hand, leading her across the large deck until she faced that same striking view of Vail and beyond. He stood behind her, hands pushing up under her coat to close warm on her hips. He leaned into her from behind, and even through the jacket, she could feel his hard-on.
"Thought I'd give you a little morning treat," he breathed near her ear.
She looked over her shoulder into seductive blue eyes, offering her sexiest grin. "One problem – that's not little."
He returned the smile. "Your fault."
"I guess you should make me pay then."
He leaned closer, pulling back her messy hair to lower a kiss to her neck. "I intend to."
As Jareth's hands gently began to push down her pants, just over her ass, the brisk air hit her and her pussy trembled with a mixture of sensations. She thought of Edward and Cynthia, and of Derek, and all of those eyes she'd envisioned upon them in the dark the other night. She drew in her breath as Jareth's warm middle finger stroked into her, pleasure echoing through her from the touch.
"You realize," she breathed, voice gone thready this quickly, "that someone somewhere could be watching us right now."
She could see neither Derek's house up above or Edward and Cynthia's below from this angle, but the sudden "appearance" of Edward's house through the trees yesterday had proven Jareth's place wasn't truly as isolated as it had felt.
His voice warmed her ear. "Unlikely – but very possible," he said. "You liked the idea that someone could see us the other night," he then reminded her.
"I think I was drunk," she admitted.
He laughed softly. "That had nothing do with it." Lowering his grasp back to her hip, he slowly slid his whole length into her, making her gasp at the sudden fullness. "Because you like the idea right now, too."
And as he began to move in her, and as she began to meet his slow, firm strokes, her hands clamping to the railing for support as she arched her ass toward him, she couldn't deny it. The knowledge that somewhere, hidden within the trees, someone could be watching them, watching her take his cock, watching the passion etch itself across both their faces, added to her excitement. The brisk winter air all around them, the realization that they were outside, doing it on the slope of a snowy mountain like two animals – just part of nature – exhilarated her.
He said nothing more as he thrust deep into her – only their hot moans filled the silence – and she knew they both understood that his last words had been true. She liked the notion of being watched. He'd taught her to. He felt it with her. And it enhanced every drive of his length into her softness until finally he said, "Gods, I'm going to come," then filled her in a whole different way.
A moment later, still inside her with his arms wrapped warm around her waist, he said something she'd never imagined Jareth would say. "I fucked up."
She turned her head to look at him. "What?"
Uncharacteristic guilt shrouded his face. "I didn't give you an orgasm."
She blinked, then smiled. "Believe it or not, I'm not in it just for the orgasm."
He looked at her as if she'd just announced she was from Mars.
"Seriously," she said. "Don't get me wrong, I love 'em, but I don't have to have them every time we have sex. It feels good enough just to have you in me."
Withdrawing, he turned her in his arms, his eyes lighting with what looked like awe. "Have I mentioned that you're incredible?" He kissed her forehead, and she feared she might crumble beneath the weight of emotion that filled her.
Stop. Don't feel this. Don't let yourself fall. Only madness that way lies!
But instead of answering him, of coming up with some flip remark that would ease the tension in her heart, she simply responded by kissing him, another of those soul-searing kisses that they'd share from the beginning, those kisses that were almost as good as sex itself.
"Mmmm," he sighed when it ended, their foreheads pressed together. "How do you do that?"
"Do what?"
"Make me crazy with just a kiss. All the stuff we've done, and your kisses completely undo me."
It was like a starburst inside her to know he felt it too; all that magic, all that power, just from a kiss. She lifted her mouth back to his, wishing she could tell him everything she felt, how much she'd loved his kisses from the very first moment he'd climbed into bed with her, how changed and new he made her feel. But she stopped herself – again – and just teased him. "Guess I'm just that good."
He chuckled softly. "That you are, precious."
Then he began looking around them, at the mantle of white across the backyard and the hillside below. "Since we're out here… why don't we play in the snow for a little while?"
She laughed, loving his silly nature. "Define play."
He tilted his head, looking deadly serious. "I build a killer snowman."
Sarah smiled. She hadn't made a snowman since she was a young girl. As simple as it sounded, the idea appealed immensely. Only… "We don't have any snow pants."
Jareth did a dramatic eye roll, leaning his head back. "You're right – it would be a tragedy of epic proportions if we actually built a snowman without snow pants."
She grinned at his sarcasm, conceding. "We will get wet though. And cold."
"I own towels, precious. And blankets. And a fire place. Oh, and…magic. I think we will be okay."
By the time they were done, they were both soaked and cold, but to show for their efforts, they had a perfect three-tiered snowman complete with scarf, wool cap, and carrot nose, all nabbed from inside, and eyes of dark gray stones dug from beneath the snow in the landscaping by the front porch.
Upon coming inside, they both stripped down, dried off, and climbed into cozy dry sweats. Jareth made mugs of hot chocolate, which they drank by the fire, discussing random subjects, just getting to know each other better. They had decided to go to into town tomorrow, an idea he was looking quite forward to. He'd had more fun with her out in the snow than he could easily understand, and tomorrow was sounding like even more fun.
Now, she had decided to take a nap in the spare bedroom, which allowed him to catch up on some work. He couldn't remember a time since the advent of the Internet that he'd gone this long without checking his email. Gods only knew what fires might need to be put out by now.
But after opening his laptop in the master bedroom and looking through his emails, he was pleasantly surprised to see nothing too urgent had arisen. So he took his time answering messages, then closed the computer and retreated to the upholstered window seat where the sun still blasted in full force. Propping up the overstuffed throw pillows at one end, he reclined and thought he might let the sun lull him into a nap as well. Spying the snowman he and Sarah had built brought a small smile to his face as he let his eyes fall shut.
He was still horny, though. Damn, no matter how much sex he had with this woman, she still kept him in a constant state of arousal.
His mind drifted to what she'd said out on the deck and how it was enough to just to be fucked by him. Understanding the woman who lay at Sarah's core still made such talk more exciting than it would be from any other girl. Like everything with her, he never quite got used to it – it excited him as much as each time as if it were brand-new.
Before long, he found himself pondering Derek's visit last night, which had turned out much differently than he'd imagined. He enjoyed his friend's company, valued his friendship, so it had seemed natural to have him down for a meal, even if he did have a lover on the premises. What Jareth hadn't expected was the sense that something heavier was developing throughout the evening.
There had definitely been very sexual vibes in the air, and it wasn't just from talking about Derek's sex games. Jareth knew he'd proliferated it – he'd just been intoxicated enough to go with the flow. So he hadn't hesitated on bringing up Edward and Cynthia, nor to let his touch drift dangerously near Sarah's crotch while Derek watched.
The odd truth was – he'd felt a certain familiar pull, found himself imagining Sarah being with both of them, him and Derek. He'd found himself envisioning her letting go that much more – opening herself up that much deeper. And he found himself wanting it. Wanting to see her that way, with another man, with two men.
He also couldn't help remembering how much she'd obviously liked having two cocks last night in bed – even if one had been only a toy. She'd wanted it, too – wanted him and Derek, together. He doubted she knew she'd wanted it – but she had.
The sun finally made him sleepy enough that he began to drift off. But as drowsiness meshed with his arousal took over, a question edged his mind. Would she do that for him if he asked her to? Would she let herself indulge her true desires in a ménage à trois?
She'd done everything else he'd wanted – everything. So very perfectly, so very passionately. This would be a big step further, for all of them. He'd of course shared a woman with another male before, hell, he'd been with males plenty of times even without a woman. And he wanted Sarah to know that ultimate pleasure, and he wanted himself to know the satisfaction of giving it to her, of knowing she did it because he asked it of her.
Tonight, he decided, would be the night to take things one step further.
A couple hours later, Jareth padded down the stairs, listening to the sound of Sarah talking on the phone with who he assumed to be his dear cousin. He found her sitting at the computer, twirling around in the chair and definitely on the phone.
"Yeah, I have an interview in a few days so that's why I need to leave sooner than I wanted," he heard Sarah explain. "But it's okay, I need to figure out my apartment issue anyway." There was a brief pause. "I know. I will probably take you up on that, at least until I find a new lease." Another pause. "Yeah, everything has been going really well here…I have a lot to tell you." That's when Sarah spun in the chair a full circle, and noticed his appearance, her face reddening a bit. "Yes, it involves your cousin," she added, looking at him still. "I can't tell you now. Look, something came up, I'll talk to you soon." She hastily hung up the phone, and smiled. "Eavesdropping on my call?" she asked him.
"I apologize. I hadn't meant to, I woke up from a nap and heard you speaking with someone, so I came to investigate."
She rose to her feet as he plopped on the couch, patting the spot beside him. As soon as she sat down, he eased an arm around her delectable curves and lowered a kiss high on her chest. From there, he lifted his mouth to hers – and damn, no matter how hot things he got, he still got off on just kissing her.
"Well," she said, a bit breathless, "I'm glad you decided to join me."
He grinned but grew more serious as he lay her back on the sofa, still in a loose embrace, stretching his body out alongside hers. "You know what I've been thinking about all day?"
She shook her head.
"Last night," he informed her, his voice going deep at the memory – and the knowledge of where he was taking this.
"What about last night? Pizza with Derek?"
He lowered his chin, gazing down on her as he ran one palm over her tummy, up and under her top. "Yes and no."
She peered up expectantly, clearly waiting for him to go on.
"I was also thinking about how much you loved being filled with two cocks last night in bed."
A pretty – and predictable – pink blush stained her cheeks. She'd mostly gotten over her shyness about discussing their sex, but he'd known such a statement would bring it back out. "Don't go all nervous on me, precious. We both know it excited you – a lot."
She swallowed visibly, but didn't say anything.
He'd seen Sarah in a high state of arousal many times now, but something about last night had been different. Perhaps a deeper surrender? Something he'd felt more than seen? He wasn't sure how, but he'd known it instantly.
"Well…okay," she yielded. "Yeah, it felt…" She swallowed again, a testament to her nervousness on the topic.
"Tell me."
"It felt like…I was being consumed, taken, from all directions. Just…an incredible fullness I can't put into words. Almost overwhelming. I couldn't control my response."
He grinned, liking her answer, especially the last part. Then proceeded with what he'd come down here to say, lifting one hand to her cheek. "I want to give you the real thing now."
"Huh?" she asked, peering up at him, beautifully wide-eyed.
He let his voice drop an octave to tell her, "I want to give you two cocks, precious. Two men – at the same time. I want you to be with me, and Derek. Tonight."
Sarah let out the breath she'd been holding. "Jareth." She couldn't fathom what he'd just suggested. "Are you…are you serious?"
He his hand skimmed up her side until the tip of his thumb brushed over her nipple, through her top. The pleasure bit through her as he replied, "I'm very serious."
She sucked in another deep breath, her mind whirling. She couldn't deny that she'd suffered hints of the same inconceivable desire when Derek had been there last night. Yet…she couldn't possibly do something so very hedonistic. "God, Jareth, I…I don't know."
"Because the idea doesn't appeal to you? Or because it sounds forbidden?"
An image flashed in her head – her, between the two men, their hands roaming her body, their straining cocks rubbing against her. Her pussy spasmed at the very thought, and she quietly admitted, "The second."
His eyes darkened at her answer, making her pool with wetness between her legs. Resting his forearm between her breasts, he tilted her chin upward. "It's all in your head, precious."
Her voice came breathy. "What?"
"The idea of it being forbidden. It's just something society, up here, has taught you. But it's not real, it doesn't mean anything. And if you want it, you should have it. I want you to have it."
"Why?"
He slid his knee between her thighs, pressing warm against her cunt through the sweat pants. His large bulge pressed hot and hard at her side, giving her the urge to turn toward it, to take that between her legs. "I want to give you the ultimate pleasure, something most women just fantasize about but will never have."
"Oh." Her voice came too light, barely there. As always, she wondered how he managed to make such things sound almost normal. And was she was truly considering this – two men, at once? She had to catch her breath as she thought – and the image in her head – struck her anew. Stung with harsh temptation, she swallowed nervously. "And you want do this…seriously?"
"Yes." Spoken plain and simple and quietly commanding – classic Jareth. He clearly knew it worked on her, made it easier for her to acquiesce and give in to her baser desires.
She bit her lip, peering up at him, still agonizingly aware of the stiff erection at her hip. "I know this shouldn't matter, because in a few days I'll probably never see you again, but…wouldn't you think of me differently afterward? Because when this is over, I want you to…remember me fondly."
His eyes softened, peering down at her. "There's no other way I could remember you, precious. Sweet. Sexy. Exciting. Brave. Nothing bad. I promise." He ended with a deep, tender kiss, his tongue twisting with hers and making her pussy cream further.
She found herself lifting her hands lightly to his face, her fingers grazing the stubble there. Her breath came short. "What if…what if we were to…start this…and I suddenly realized I just can't do it?"
Only a few inches separated their faces. "Then you take my hand, look into my eyes, and tell me you don't wish to do it. And we'll stop."
"Really?"
"Of course, Sarah." He sounded a little surprised. Hurt, even, that she'd contemplate otherwise. "You may think I've made you do things you never would have done otherwise. But I've never really made you do anything. And I never would – not if you truly didn't want to."
She nodded softly, instantly. It was true. She might like to think he almost forced her at times into the wild things they'd shared, but he never really had. He just knew exactly how to persuade her. And she feared he was frighteningly close to persuading her again right now.
"You trust me, don't you?" he whispered, his blue eyes connecting deeply with hers.
She nodded automatically.
"Then trust me."
She almost nodded again, but this time caught herself. "I'm…I'm still not completely sure. Part of me wants to, madly, shockingly, but…part of me just…"
"Just what?"
She drew in another long, deep breath. "Part of me worries how I'll feel afterward. Part of me isn't sure I can be that wild, even for you, Jareth."
Now it was he who let a labored sigh. "I can tell you how you'll feel afterward, precious. Well pleasured. Phenomenally well pleasured. That's all."
"You're so sure I won't have any regrets?"
He cast only the slightest of smiles. "This is your Vegas, Sarah."
She tilted her head against the throw pillow, confused. "Huh?"
"What happens on the mountain stays on the mountain. It doesn't change your life or who you are. It's just about pleasure."
She'd never believed the Vegas saying. Everything you did affected who you were. And Sarah knew that if she gave into this temptation, the desire that burned deeper inside her with each passing moment, it would change her. She just wasn't certain if it would be a change for better or for worse. But maybe Jareth was right. Maybe she should simply turn off all her usual worries and let herself sink even deeper into the sensual world he'd built for her since coming here.
To her surprise, he sat up on the couch, the departure of his firm thigh leaving the spot between her legs woefully empty. He patted her knee and said, "Tell you what, precious. Derek has a couple of new computer games he wants me to try out, so I'm going to head up to his place for a while and let you think. I'll set out some steaks to thaw before I go, and I'll bring Derek back with me for dinner around seven. You can let me know your decision then."
She blinked, then sat up, a bit taken aback. He'd stopped pressuring her, persuading her, was truly putting it into her hands, letting her decide. "Um… how will I let you know?"
He cast the sexy grin she'd grown used to. "Oh, I'm sure you'll find a way."
Jareth puttered around the house a bit before leaving, and Sarah tried to research up on the company she had an interview with – but who could research now? She sat the computer, staring out at the peaceful winter setting, trying to let it calm her – but her emotions ran wild.
Did she want this? Jareth and Derek, both of them, touching her, fucking her?
God help her – yes, she did. Her every nerve ending turned inside out just thinking about it. And God knew that the deeper she sank into this affair with Jareth, the more she wanted to please him, the more she wanted to keep showing him she could be the exciting woman he wanted her to be.
And yet… this was a big line to cross, at least in her mind. Even Ericka hadn't been with two other guys at once. She let out a sigh. She had a feeling men like Jareth – truly free and forward thinking, truly into the deeper, more intense sorts of pleasures he wanted to bring her – were few and far between. Most men, deny it though they might, still lived by a double standard – they would probably think it was A-okay if they indulged in a threesome but wouldn't want to marry a woman who admitted the same.
Just then, her lover came trotting back down the stairs. "I'm taking off," he told her, approaching from behind, then squeezing her shoulder as he bent to lower a kiss to her neck.
She looked up at him. "Have you ever done anything like this before?"
"A threesome?"
She nodded, and he sighed, as though he felt ashamed to admit his next answer.
"Yes."
She nodded again, slowly, though she wasn't that surprised by his admission.
"I don't shy away from my desires, Sarah, I never have," he said, trying to rationalize his answer. "And I deeply desire to do this. With you."
Her stomach churned. He wanted to experience something with her that she'd never even thought of with another man. It seemed like…an opportunity to be special to him, to give him what he'd given her so many of: a memory of something new to take with him when this was over.
As he walked to the door, he paused to look over his shoulder. "Derek has too. Just so you know."
"Oh?"
"He's been with two women before. Many times."
She gave a slight nod. Still not surprising. "Snow bunnies gone wild?" she asked.
He grinned, his eyes softening. "Something like that."
Another nod on her part, then she spoke quietly. "I'm more than a snow bunny, you know."
He didn't hesitate. "I know that, precious. I know that very well." With that, Jareth threw on a jacket, and Sarah listened as the door closed behind him, leaving the house in silence.
What the fuck just happened. She was still trying to wrap her mind around his suggestion and the fact she'd almost actually agreed to it. Images still floated in her head. The two men taking off her clothes, touching her at the same time. Her body, between theirs, being buffeted by masculinity from both sides. At once.
Part of her knew she simply couldn't do anything so risqué. Yet another part of her knew she couldn't let Jareth down, and that she couldn't pass up an invitation to what sounded like such overwhelming pleasure.
Shit. She knew she was in trouble now.
Jareth lounged comfortably on a sofa in Derek's office, a laptop balanced before him, while Derek sat behind his desk, manning a larger computer. They took turns in a two-player quest game involving medieval castles and damsels in dungeons. Jareth was down to his last of five swords, and unless he slayed the dragon guarding the moat on this try, he lost the game. But he wasn't even sure they'd finish the game, given the topic he'd just broached with little warning. He'd just asked Derek if he wanted to have a threesome with him and Sarah.
Derek stared at him around his screen. "Jareth – are you sure you wish to do this?"
Jareth gave a short, definite nod. "Do I ever do anything I'm unsure of?"
Derek shrugged in concession. "No. I'd say you're the most decisive fae I'd ever met. But this is a little different than what ski run to hit or which topping you want on your pizza. Hell, it's even a little different than buying out a company for God's sake."
Jareth tilted his head. "This coming from the male who's the official expert on three-ways. I thought this would be nothing to you."
Derek's eyes narrowed. "It's not me I'm concerned about. I just have to make sure you really want to share her."
"What I want is to give her more pleasure than any man ever has – or ever will again. And this is how."
Derek drew back. "And you're absolutely sure?"
"Yes. I want to see her take both our cocks."
He watched Derek draw in his breath. "Damn," he said, sounding more aroused now than concerned.
"Is that a yes?"
"I don't think I'm strong enough to pass this up even if I wanted to. Sarah is one gorgeous woman."
"Good. And besides, I figured it would end your sex drought."
Derek nodded. "Hell of a way to end it, that's for sure."
"Just remember what I told you – we'll need to feel her out over dinner. I know she's into the idea of it – she just hasn't quite talked herself into thinking it's okay."
"Understood. We play it by ear, take it where she wants it to go."
"Exactly." Now that it was settled, Jareth looked back to his screen and resumed wondering how he was going to slay that damn stubborn dragon and get to the damsel waiting for rescue inside the castle. But thinking of that damsel made him look back up. "One more thing."
Derek peered around his screen again. "What's that?"
"You can do anything with her, anything she wants. But just don't kiss her. On the mouth, I mean."
Derek blinked, clearly surprised. "Why? What does it matter?"
Jareth's chest tightened slightly. He didn't have an answer, only knew he felt strongly about it. "Just don't."
AN: Well, I suppose you can guess what will happen next chapter. If it offends you in any way, then don't read it. I would expect Jareth to partake in threesomes all the time, even with Sarah if it felt right. So if you feel sensitive about it then...well, I don't know what to tell ya haha. PLEASE REVIEW!