Disclaimer: I don't own Labyrinth or any characters associated with it.
WARNING: Graphic sex below. If threesomes aren't your thing, you may want to skip this chapter.
AN: Part 1/2 of this ménage à trois.
An hour before Jareth was set to return with Derek, Sarah finished her research and headed upstairs to shower. As she ran the soap over her body, she couldn't help thinking of the ultrasensual bathing she'd shared with Jareth. She'd been in a state of semiarousal all afternoon – ever since he'd kissed her on the couch and gotten her so hot, then left without taking it further. Now, her nipples remained sensitive and erect, and her pussy tingled with want.
Biting her lip with a thought toward the evening, she reached for the shaving cream on the shower bench, and, sitting down there, shaved her legs and the small hairs on her sensitive mound. That's when she realized she was subconsciously preparing for a ménage a trois. She pulled in her breath, still unsure of the situation; she only knew she wanted to make of herself what Jareth had made of her prior to this: a wholly sexual being. She wanted to be aroused. And she wanted her body to be smooth and soft and clean, and her pussy boldly on display, for whatever happened later, be it with one man…or two.
When she exited the shower, letting her towel drop to the floor to walk through the room naked, did she notice the pretty little shopping bag on the bed, pink and shiny. As she approached, she also spied a card bearing her name.
Hurriedly, she opened it and read the small, precise script inside.
Precious –
I bought this for you before I came, and just hadn't found the right time to give it to you. I've been more concerned with getting you out of your clothes than getting you into sexy ones :) But I thought tonight appropriate – that is, if you decide you want that ultimate pleasure I promised. No pressure, though. I want to give it to you more than I want to breathe – but you have to want it, too, just as much as I do. I hope you're wearing this when I come home – but if not, I understand.
-Jareth.
Her heart pumping fast, she reached into the bag. Nestled in pale pink tissue paper she found an ensemble of champagne-colored lace: a demi-bra, a pretty cami with triangular, curving cups, and a sexy thong. Without hesitation, she stepped into the lacy undies, which sported a little bow in the back where the tiny strips of fabric met, then put on the bra and walked to the mirrored doors of the closet. They fit perfectly and felt expensive. She had to let out a heavy breath just looking at herself – the rise of her breasts from the bra that barely concealed her nipples, the slope of the panties hugging her cunt.
Returning to the bed, she slid the cami on over the bra. Both were necessary if she really intended to don the cami as 'outerwear' – its cups offered no support, and she wanted her chest to look pert and firm, wanted the curves to swell sexily above.
Which begged the question – was she really wearing this? Tonight? To dinner?
She bit her lip again as she studied herself in the mirror, then reached for the jeans she'd worn last night. She was wearing it all right. She would have liked some strappy shoes to complete the outfit, but overall, the jeans and cami alone made for a sexy, confident look; it made a statement. For Sarah, it would say Fuck me as clearly as fishnet stockings. They would come in, they would see her, and they would know what she wanted.
She breathed out nervously and removed the thick clip that was holding her hair up, allowing it to cascade down her back. Spraying some dry shampoo in her locks, she flipped her hair around, creating a sexy, tousled look. She next added some light makeup, and nodded her head in approval.
That's when she heard the door open below. Damn, they were early.
"Sarah, we're home. Are you upstairs?"
She rushed to the doorway and out onto the little bridge that overlooked the foyer. "Just on my way downstairs right now."
And the next thing she knew, she stood before both men, smelling the cold they'd brought in and watching them stomp the snow off their shoes, then seeing them peer up at her…and smile. Jareth's look was particularly knowing, and particularly heated, as his gaze took in her top before rising to her eyes. "You look beautiful tonight, precious," he said, lifting one hand to her cheek as he leaned in to deliver a short, slightly chilled kiss.
But Sarah didn't feel the cold – only the heat, the slow fire that had just ignited in the room between the three of them. "Thanks," she said, trying to disguise a last somehow nervous swallow. Then she turned to Derek, ready to be hold, ready to show Jareth she could be as adventurous as he wanted her to be. "I'm glad you could join us again tonight."
Derek leaned in to kiss her cheek, his hand curling warm at her waist, and the simple contact sent a soft frisson of arousal echoing through her. "My pleasure," he said, and Sarah forced herself to meet his eyes, just to see what she found there. Nothing smarmy or presumptuous but a tinge of sensual awareness that she couldn't deny. As she turned for the kitchen, her nipples rubbed against her bra.
So was it true? Had she decided she was really going to indulge in this wildest of fantasies? As usual, the very question sent a heavy breath whooshing from her, so she decided to cut herself a break and not force herself to answer. Instead, she pulled a bottle of wine from the fridge, since a glass of Sauvignon sounded welcome right now.
"Ready to put the steaks on the grill?" Jareth asked – and from there, things turned amazingly easy. Since, after all, they were just three normal people having dinner. Sort of.
Jareth and Derek fired up the grill, putting on the steaks and potatoes, while Sarah tossed a salad, then set the table. She turned on some music, something low and soft in the background, and met them out on the deck, where they all hung around each other, enjoying conversation.
When they all sat down for their meals about half an hour later, Sarah chose the chair at the head of the table – to begin to get used to that idea of being between two men, to see how it felt – even if only in some small way.
And though conversation was easy – the men telling her about the new computer games they'd tested earlier – everything inside Sarah began to heat up, to swell with an inescapable and potent sexual consciousness. She wasn't sure if it was just her body, wound up from her thoughts through the day, or if it was more palpable than that, something they could all feel passing between them, hovering in the air – but a whole new element of sensuality pervaded her being.
She found herself forking an entire cherry tomato into her mouth, letting her tongue run over its smooth skin as she luxuriated in its very roundness, until finally she bit into it and let the tangy flavor burst across her taste buds, wet and cool. She washed it down with a swill of wine, welcoming the fruity warmth as it passed into her throat, then lowered the glass back to the table, where her fingertips slide slowly up and the down the stem.
When Jareth got up to turn off the grill outside that he'd left on, Sarah emptied her glass and watched Derek reach over to refill it.
"Thank you," she said.
"Not a problem. How are you enjoying your stay here?"
Sarah grinned as she sipped her wine before answering. "It's been amazing. I'm not ready to go back to reality anytime soon."
Derek just chuckled, completely understanding why. "I'll bet."
"So...Jareth tells me you had a rough breakup not long ago." She wasn't sure it was the right topic, but it had just popped out – with a little help from the wine.
He nodded, and took a sip from his own glass. "Yes. But it was my own fault," he admitted with an endearingly devilish grin in his eye. "Did he tell you that?"
She shook her head.
"I slept with someone else," he said, then held up his hands as if in defense. "Don't let you make you think I'm a horrible man, though – because believe me, I regret it. It was a ridiculous and fucked up thing to do and I've learned my lesson."
She tilted her head, intrigued. "I wouldn't have taken your kind to care much about infidelity."
"Most fae don't. But this one did," he reasoned.
"Why does a guy do that? Cheat on someone he cares for?" she wanted to know earnestly.
He grinned. "Easy sex."
She laughed softly, despite herself.
"In all serious, the temptation was there and I took it," he explained. "But I really don't know why. I guess maybe I wasn't comfortable knowing I was getting in so deep with my feelings, and I think I forced myself to sabotage it – or at least prove to myself that she didn't matter as much as I was afraid she did."
"And?"
A grin of admission. "She mattered as much as I was afraid she did. And now I wish I hadn't been afraid."
Sarah frowned and found herself reaching out to touch his hand on the table. "I'm sorry it worked out that way." Heat flew up her arm and her pussy flooded at the simple gesture. Yet it wasn't just her general attraction to Derek causing it – it was knowing what they might do together later, with Jareth, and it was knowing Derek knew it, too.
Their eyes met, and her nipples tingled. "I think I'm starting to get over it," he told her, his voice delivering a playful hint of flirtation.
She smiled but drew her hand back as one French door opened, admitting Jareth.
"Although I must admit, I still miss her sometimes," Derek added.
"Who's that?" Jareth asked, sitting back down at the table and taking a steak from the platter that sat in front of all of them.
"Keira."
"Ah. The infamous lost love."
Sarah couldn't help thinking Jareth sounded less than sympathetic, even though he sounded more so when he'd first mentioned the breakup to her. A guy thing, she supposed.
As she and Derek reached for steaks themselves, she said to Derek, "A breakup can really be hard. You miss so many little things about the person. And big things, too."
"I especially miss the sex," Derek said, and his unexpected bluntness made her laugh. He sliced into a baked potato, then took a huge sip of wine. "She had this little place on her neck," he continued, pointing to his own. "And when I kissed her there, she just went wild."
"I bet she did," Sarah agreed. "Neck kisses are the best. When Jareth kisses my neck…it goes all through me."
"You like it even better when I kiss you lower," Jareth pointed out, his voice deeper than before, and winked.
The usual heat ascended her cheeks, but she still gave him a smile and let the wine wash away her inhibitions, as it had so many times. "Can you blame me? You have a skilled mouth."
"You do, too, precious."
She found herself licking her upper lip in response, simply needing to feel something there, some sensation at her mouth. She cut into her steak and as she ate, like before, it tasted richer, juicier, her potato more buttery. She could barely make sense of it, but everything she put in her mouth felt like a tiny aphrodisiac. Even the fork and knife in her hands felt heavier, and it was sensual just to hold them, wrap her fingers around them.
At some point, she realized her knees were touching both guys' knees under the table to either side of her – and that she wasn't pulling them back, and neither were they. Derek asked Jareth how his family was, and Jareth turned the topic to Sarah's career, yet beneath the table something entirely different took place. Her pussy rippled with excitement, nervous anticipation – but she found herself getting less nervous and more anxious with each passing minute.
After a somewhat lengthy conversation at the dinner table, Jareth eventually unveiled a plate of sinful-looking frosted brownies for dessert.
"Where did those come from?" Sarah asked, genuinely surprised. She'd have certainly honed in on such treats if they'd been here long.
"Made them this morning while you were working."
"Why Jareth, I didn't know you baked," she teased, placing a hand on her chest dramatically.
He winked. "Only for you."
She indulged in a big bite of a sticky brownie, letting out a soft moan as the scrumptious taste melded with her new sensual awareness to trickle, once more, all the way down into her panties. Fuck these were good.
"You have" – Derek leaned closer to her, drawing her attention back to him – "icing on your mouth." Reaching up, he gently swiped it away with one finger – then held it out to her.
Smiling mischievously, Sarah wrapped her hand around his, and drew his finger near and licked the chocolate away. Fresh excitement blazed through her, making her stomach tighten as she broke a sexy gaze with Derek to look at Jareth.
Her lover's expression dripped with such dark desire that she felt it pooling within her, beginning to fill her. "Still a little more," Jareth said, his deep voice barely audible as he leaned over to lick a bit of remaining icing from the corner of her mouth.
She gulped, as pleasure fluttered downward.
"More wine?" Derek asked, noticing her glass was nearly empty again.
Sounded like a good idea. "Yes, please."
"I'll get another bottle," Jareth announced and rose, partially clearing the table as he went. Derek and Sarah got up, too.
When Sarah automatically began to help, stacking plates together, Jareth touched her arm. "Leave it, precious. You and Derek go in the living room, chat a little more."
She didn't answer, just put down the plates and picked up her wineglass to join Derek where he now stood peering into the vast darkness out the floor-to-vaulted-ceiling window. Getting up had suddenly made her feel the alcohol a bit more, but she didn't mind.
"You live up there, correct?" She looked to the right, up the mountain, lifting a finger in that direction.
He pointed. "You can see my security light from here. Do you see it?"
She looked, scrunching her eyebrows in the process, but trees seemed to be blocking the light from her view. "No. Where?"
Derek set his wineglass on the desk, then positioned himself behind her, placing his strong hands at her waist and turning her body just slightly. "It's hard to spot – you have to catch it at just the right angle through the pines." His breath came warm on her neck as he spoke, and the warmth spread downward.
"You haven't seen us fucking in the window, have you?" she asked, as the thought suddenly came to mind. Another wave of warmth passed through her at her own shocking brazenness.
His hands remained firm at her waist, his body grazing hers from behind. "You fucked in the window?"
She nodded, still peering out into the black, aware that he was beginning to grow hard against her ass. She supposed if anything would make her pull away at this point, it was that – but she didn't move.
"Right over there," she said softly, pointing. "Next to the telescope."
"No, I didn't see." His voice had deepened, and his musky scent enveloped her. "But I would have liked to."
She dared to peer over her shoulder at him, to meet his eyes, that close. "Does it excite you too? To know someone somewhere could be watching?"
"Yes."
She didn't flinch when Derek lowered a gentle kiss to her shoulder, his facial hair teasing her skin. He whispered softly in her ear. "Is this okay? For me to touch you?"
She nodded. "Yes."
It felt no less than surreal as he delivered another small kiss in the same spot, but this time she leaned her head to the side, arching her neck for him, thinking, This is really happening, really, really happening. And if any last vestiges of fear lingered inside her, they disappeared when she glanced toward the kitchen and found Jareth watching. As always, his eyes fueled her.
He dropped the dish towel in his hand to the dining table and stepped into the living room. His body language read to say, Don't be afraid, I want this.
Which made her want it too – even more than before. As Derek's kisses went on, his arms slowly eased around, his hands sliding sensuously over her stomach like a warm vice. When one hand rose to gingerly cup her breast, she let out a hot sigh, astonished – still – at how Jareth's gaze ratcheted up her every physical response to the other man.
Soon both of Derek's hands closed fully over her breasts, beginning to massage and lift, letting the nipples pucker between the light pinch of thumb and forefinger. Sarah's head dropped back with a thready moan as she arched deeper into his grasp, and behind her, his hard-on pressed more prominently against her ass. "Mmm…" she heard herself purr. And that quickly, she was losing herself to the moment, to the situation, to the two men.
When Jareth came to stand before her, the very heat of his body made her feel delightfully sandwiched between them. She peered longingly up into his eyes as he lifted both hands to her face. Derek's caresses spread over her breasts and belly now, and having them both touch her – despite Jareth's touch holding some remnant of soft innocent – set off the fireworks of reality inside her. And the reality was…she liked being touched by both of them at the same time. And she was going to love what was to come. Her pussy wept with anticipation.
Jareth's mouth suddenly melded hotly with hers, the kiss turning her even more inside out than usual. One kiss led to another, and another, each hot and needful, until Jareth's thumbs slipped beneath the shoulder straps of her camisole, lowering them to her upper arms. The fabric dropped from her chest, revealing breasts that strained against the tight fabric of the bra.
"So fucking beautiful," Jareth murmured, his eyes locked on her cleavage. As Derek caressed her waist and stomach beneath the crumpled cami, Jareth's warm hands captured her aching breasts for a firm, full knead.
"Ugh," she moaned, but quick as that, Jareth curled his fingertips around the demi bra's lacy edge and pulled downward on the cups, just enough to reveal the taut peaks. He looked as weakened by the sight as she currently felt.
Derek's touches grew bolder as he shifted his hands up to her bared breasts – replacing Jareth's – to massage the soft flesh. She moaned and drank in the heated look on Jareth's face, her cunt pulsing with wild lust.
Jareth's mouth dropped to one hardened nipple where it jutted between Derek's fingers. He suckled deep and intent, making her cry out. She had, at some point, begun to lean back against Derek, a necessity now for she feared her legs would crumple beneath her otherwise. She looked down, watching Jareth's mouth closing over her as another man's hand held her.
Jareth now licked her beaded nipples – long, languid licks that left them hard and glistering with each stroke. Without planning it, Sarah found herself thrusting her chest farther toward Jareth's ministrations. She lifted her arms above her head and brought her hands down in Derek's thick hair. His kisses fell to her neck again, and his hands eased to her hips as Jareth took full charge of her needy breasts, caressing with both mouth and hands.
She felt her self-control beginning to wane – her ass grinding slowly against Derek's hardness behind her as she watched Jareth leaving her delighted breasts with wet licks and kisses. And just when she thought she could exist happily like that forever, one of Derek's hands skimmed inward, over her jeans, until he was stroking her between her thighs.
A fresh cry escaped her as the hot pleasure rocketed through her. Her body fell into a natural undulation, against Derek's hand and his erection behind her, against Jareth's hungry mouth and kneading palms – and for his eyes. Because she still felt his gaze, felt him watching her every reaction, and she relished it.
Derek's hand left her crotch only to unbutton her jeans, then lower the zipper. When he eased his fingers down inside, stroking into her wetness, they both moaned.
Jareth drew back, looked down – then knelt before her. Wrapping his hands around the waistband of her jeans, he tugged them to her thighs, keeping his gaze riveted on the front of her miniscule panties, Derek's fingers still inside.
She couldn't part her legs far due to the denim, but Derek's middle finger raked through her damp slit, making her all the more crazy given Jareth's close up view. She sighed her pleasure – then bit her lip when Jareth's hands rose to her thong, drawing it, too, gently down her thighs.
Jareth growled at the sight of Derek's fingers rubbing her, sinking deep now. "So fucking sexy."
"So smooth," Derek echoed.
When Jareth leaned slowly inward, Derek seemed to know he intended to lick her, so he withdrew his finger and used both hands to part her. She shuddered when Jareth's tongue raked over her engorged clit, and she again suffered the yearning to spread for him, and tried even though she knew the jeans would stop her.
Dragging his wet tongue up her center, again, again, he pushed her jeans and thong down farther, all the way to her ankles until she was able to pull one foot free. She parted her legs so that she could feel each hot lick deeper. Derek still used his fingers to part her pussy as Jareth laved her whole slit from top to bottom. Behind her, Derek's arousal pressed harder into the center of her ass, so that as she moved instinctually against Jareth's mouth, she felt deliciously stimulated from the back, too.
Finally, her legs weakened to a point that she had to break through the heat to breath, "I can't stand up anymore."
Jareth ceased ministrations, ending with one soft kiss just above her clit, and murmured, "Come on, let's bring you over here."
He took her hands and led her swiftly but gently to the sofa. Her legs would barely move - she felt dazed, intoxicated more by the men than the wine now - so he guided her.
Being back face to face with him now brought on a whole new bevy of desires that had to be acted upon; his clothes needed to come off. And she had to get to his cock. It wasn't a choice, but a raw need.
Drawing her needs up beneath her on the sofa, she pushed the open shirt from his shoulders, then scrunched the dark shirt underneath, trying to get to his broad chest and that sick-pack stomach. He helped, ripping them off, and she reached for his belt. Then she remembered Derek, who'd sat down behind her on the couch. Turning, she reached boldly for the buttons on his shirt, and he leaned back, watching her undo them. She knew that surely Jareth watched, too, and as always, his eyes injected in her a whole new wanton passion.
As Derek's shirt fell open to reveal his own muscular stomach, she began to kiss his broad chest, began to kiss her way down it. She didn't go slow - Jareth's eyes pushed her, made her hungry, brought out the darkest sexual side of her being. She undid Derek's belt, worked the button on his jeans, and unzipped them over the large bulge there and kissed her way farther down. When his cock burst free, protruding from the briefs he wore, she didn't hesitate to wrap her fist around it, release it completely from his underwear, and sink her mouth down over the head.
"Jesus," Derek groaned.
And behind her, Jareth rasped, "Suck him, Sarah. I want you to suck him."
As she took Derek's erection deep in her mouth, moving up and down, making him wet, letting her lips stretch to accommodate him, she understood that Jareth knew it was for him. There was no jealousy that she'd gone down on his friend before him, nothing but awe in Jareth's voice, nothing but his wanting to push her deeper and deeper into passion.
Derek's cock was not quite as large as Jareth's, but it still filled her mouth deep, and she relished working him over while Jareth watched.
"So good," Derek said. "So fucking good."
Jareth's hands rubbed her back and molded to her bare hips. She found herself arching her ass toward him and sought as much sensation as she could get, her body hungry. Before she knew it, he was rubbing her pussy with circling fingers, and she pressed back against them, wanting more and moaning feverishly around Derek's cock. When Jareth's fingers slid inside her, she had to release Derek to let out a gentle sob.
"You're so wet, precious," Jareth said.
She answered by thrusting against his touch, welcoming it deeper. She could hear her own wetness as his fingers moved in and out. She stroked Derek's stiff shaft, studying the thick column of flesh, veined and smooth, before lowering her mouth back over him and listening to his hot sigh of pleasure above. She still wanted more though; two cocks inside her at once. She pushed her bottom wildly against Jareth's fingers, needing more thickness there, needing the glorious erection she knew stood between his legs. She thrust, thrust, finally whimpering her frustration and sensing he knew she needed it and was teasing her, drawing it out, just to make her lust for it more.
"What do you want, precious thing?" Jareth purred, noticing her needs. "Do you want my cock? Is that why you're thrusting your ass so much?"
Releasing Derek, her lips swollen, all she could say was, "Please."
Jareth kissed her - a quick, warm kiss on her well stretched lips, and his eyes promised he'd give her what she so badly craved.
A second later, his majestic erection glided through the valley of her ass, parting her there, rubbing against the tiny fissure, making her wild with desire. She arched harder against him, which pressed her breasts around Derek's damp shaft, and together they all groaned.
The sweet stimulation was grand - but she needed more. "Fuck me, Jareth. Fuck me now."
"With pleasure," he said, and then the tip of his long shaft pressed against her eager opening, pausing for just a second before plunging inside.
She cried out - amazed, as always, by the shocking pleasure of the entry, the sense of fullness it provided. And she didn't hesitate to lift her head, reach for Derek's dick, and lower her lips back over it.
Both men moaned, and she sank into the bliss to have reached this moment, to have two long, hard, beautiful cocks inside her body at once. Both of them moved in her, fucking both pussy and mouth in even, rhymthic strokes that took over her senses, made her stop thinking, made her do nothing but feel, absorb, drink them in.
They moved that way together until she was drunk on it, until she felt mindless, an embodiment of pure sex, pure pleasure - nothing else mattered but physical fulfillment.
It was then that Jareth's fingers snaked around her hip, dipping to stroke her clit. She drove harder against Jareth's cock, taking it deeper, inviting more punishing strokes. She'd have screamed out if her mouth wasn't filled with Derek's thick shaft, but she wasn't willing to give that up, merely sighing hotly around it instead.
When Jareth loosed his other hand from her hip to stroke his thumb across her anus, it was all the stimulation she needed to explode into orgasm - screaming around Derek's cock as blinding pleasure burst through her. She shut her eyes, let the climax own her, as her two lovers continued to fill her.
When it was done, exhaustion gripping her, she released Derek's to sink to the couch, her head on his denim-clad thigh. The move forced Jareth's cock to leave her, and she turned on her side to look at him.
"Are you alright, precious?" he asked, his warm hand squeezing her bare hip.
She tried to smile, but her lips were too worn out at the moment. "Yeah. Good," she breathed.
"Damn," Derek added, causing her to look up at him. "I want to fuck you so bad, I can almost taste it."
"Can you take it?" Jareth asked her from behind. "Can you take Derek in that tight little cunt of yours?"
Sarah's pussy flared with desire as she purred, "Mmm, I think I can."
"Then I want you to have him." Jareth's voice dropped lower. "I want to watch him fuck you. So, so deep."
With that, he took her hands and guided her, switching her position on the sofa so that she faced Jareth, her ass turned toward Derek. She didn't rise up on her knees, but instead pulled them up under her in a more relaxed pose.
Behind her, Derek's hands closed warmly on her hips, massaging, whispering how sexy she was, and how well she'd sucked him. She peered at Jareth the whole time, who lay stretched out across the end of the couch, naked now, and looking good enough to eat. Which was exactly what she intended to do. Her mouth was tired, but not that tired.
Perching between Jareth's parted legs, she wrapped her hand around his erection as Derek began to ease into her from the rear. She pumped Jareth lightly as all three of the moaned in unison, then sank her mouth over him. He tasted salty, sweet, with her juices, and that somehow made the intimacy even deeper.
She pushed back against Derek and knew she was taking him to the hilt when her ass pressed against his pelvis. She cupped Jareth's balls in her hand as she moved her mouth up and down his length, and she sensed Derek's colliding with her mound as he began to deliver, short, firm strokes. She kept her eyes locked on Jareth's as she used her tongue on him, still stroking, with her hand underneath and sucking away the pre-come from the tip when it gathered there.
Behind her, the strength of Derek's strokes increased until he was pounding into her, hard, harder. As he pummeled her, Sarah cried out until she found herself wrapping her arms around Jareth's torso, hugging him as she met each firm plunge in back. She knew Jareth was watching Derek ram into her, watching her take it, feeling the pleasure vibrate through her body as he held her.
"Gods," Derek said suddenly. "I'm going to come hard." And with his hands still bracketing her hips, she felt him pull out and listened to the long, heavy groan that left him as his load came all over her ass. He went still moments later, finally releasing a long, exhausted sigh. "Fuck," he whispered, and she smiled to herself with the feminine pride of having pleasured him.
But now she wanted Jareth to come, too. "I need you back inside me," she told him.
His eyes remained glazed, his mouth half open, and his deep groan told her how much her words had affected him. "Kiss me," he demanded.
She rose, skimming her body upward over his until she could press her tongue warmly into his mouth. He moaned as they traded kisses, her arms circling his neck, his hands dropping to knead her cum-covered ass.
"Fuck me," she whispered.
He sat them both up on the couch, Sarah on his lap. "Like this," he said, then positioned her so they both sat facing the window, his rock-solid length stretching up the crease of her ass. She understood what he wanted and, lowing her feet to the floor, she stood, then sat slowly back down, the move sheathing him.
They both moaned, and she carefully began to move on him, pleasantly aware of her nudity as Derek watched, aware this was the first time her body had been fully on display since they'd moved to the couch. She liked his eyes on her, almost as much as she liked Jareth's, liked knowing he watched her slide up and down Jareth's shaft.
Jareth's hands curved over her thighs, squeezing, caressing - then parting. "Spread, precious," he whispered deep in her ear. Then he looked to their right, to Derek. "Why don't you lick her sweet cunt for me while she rides my cock."
Derek's voice sounded strained. "Happy to." Then he dropped to his knees, situating between her legs. His first lick up her moist center was tentative, testing - but oh so welcome, and she sighed as fresh heat rippled outward. "Ugh, more," she heard herself beg.
Derek then sank his tongue deeply, dragging it enthusiastically over her clit, again, and again.
"Oh, God," she moaned.
Jareth's hands rose to knead her breasts as Derek's mouth worked at her below, his hands caressing her inner thighs. Derek's skilled tongue raked upward, each time ending at her clit, and soon she no longer moved up and down on Jareth, but simply gyrated in rhymthic circles on his cock that helped her meet Derek's mouth.
"Ugh, yeah, right there," she said on a hot sigh as she watched Derek stroke his tongue through her folds. The more she cried out, the more Derek suckled on the swollen knob of pink flesh deeply between his lips.
"I want you to come, Sarah," Jareth purred near her ear. "I want you to come so fucking hard."
She moaned, and managed to talk between escalating breaths. "I want...you to come too...so deep inside me."
Releasing her breasts in order to brace his hands at her hips, Jareth began pumping harder up into her as Derek suckled her in rhythm with their fucking. As she met Jareth's thrusts, her clit rose hard against Derek's mouth, achieving perfect friction. She felt herself climbing, climbing, working her way rapidly toward another orgasm, until Jareth demanded, "Come for me - now."
And she did.
She toppled headlong into a deep ecstasy, the waves of release pounding through her body. She rode it out - rode Jareth's cock and met Derek's hot mouth again and again - until finally the vibrations began to ebb.
But when Jareth growled, "Fuck," and pressed her firmly down onto his cock as he drove deep into her in four harsh strokes, the now-faint sensations increased, stretching back through her body, lengthening the orgasm even more.
Seconds later, Sarah found herself relaxing back against Jareth, his arms enfolding her. Turning her head from where it rested on his shoulder, she leaned a small kiss to his neck.
Their eyes met. "Alright?" he whispered, sounding as spent as she felt.
"Better than alright," she assured him.
He flashed a sexy and a very satisfied smile.
Authors Note: PHEW. Wow. Okay. That was a lot. And it still continues into the next chapter a bit!
A couple of points I'd like to make that probably aren't even important but it came to mind:
1) Sarah always has a bare vag in my stories. She lasers or waxes. But with lasering - and if you're like me and hate body hair, I highly recommend do laser, it's the most amazing thing in the world - you'll have the faint amount of hairs that will need some landscaping, but they're like baby hairs. Hence the scene where she shaves the 'small hairs on her mound.'
2) Derek is a gentleman and did not and will not come inside her.
3) Going off number 2, I didn't add a condom into the scene because to me, Derek and Jareth are magical beings who don't get STD's the same way humans do, and Sarah knows this. Let's assume she and Jareth have had this convo during an off scene moment.
4) Jareth is a wholly sexual dude who doesn't get ultra jealous in this story by sharing Sarah. I can picture Jareth either caring a lot, or not all about threesomes involving her, but, as you can see, he's all for it here.
5) No, I've never had a threesome before. But that's not to say I never will...haha. What are you guys' take on threesomes? Just curious.
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