Drunk Dialled
By Telcontarian
I am incapable of just leaving things alone. I originally felt that the ending to the previous chapter was satisfying enough to just conclude the story. However, I then realised that I didn't quite address the unresolved sexual tension. I came to the conclusion that if I didn't give Jareth and Sarah the sexytime that they deserved, I would be just as bad as Captain Cockblocker herself.
Chapter Two: Truth and Consequences
The shrill ringing of his mobile phone roused Jareth from a deep sleep, and he reached blindly over to his bedside cabinet to retrieve the offending object. He squinted in the darkness of the room, frowning when he realised just who was calling him and against his better judgement, he answered. "Why are you such an asshole?" wailed an annoyingly familiar voice, and Jareth cursed fluently as he glanced blearily to his alarm clock to find that it was almost 1am.
"Sarah?" he growled, dragging his hand through his sleep-tousled hair and rubbing at his gritty eyes. "This is highly inappropriate; I expect you in my office at 9am tomorrow morning to discuss this little matter. Am I clear?"
"I bet your cock is huuuuuge."
Unfortunately for Jareth, he choked on the sip of water that he had chosen to take at that moment in time. He spluttered, his face scarlet, even as his cock stood hopefully to attention. "Come again, pet?"
"I said – oh my god, they sell deep fried Mars Bars?! – I don't know whether to murder you sometimes or ask you nicely to murder me with your enormous cock."
Jareth sighed, and he pinched the bridge of his nose in exasperation. "Are you drunk?" Sarah hiccoughed, stupid question; of course she was.
"It's not fair!" she moaned plaintively. In her alcohol-induced state, she was completely oblivious to the fact that she was standing in the middle of a crowded pub spilling her heart out to her boss of all people about her depressing lack of sex. "Why can't I find a nice man with a nice dick to politely murder my vagina?"
"It must be your stellar personality," he deadpanned, and despite his best interests, he could feel a flicker of amusement at her antics.
Sarah sniffed and Jareth groaned, feeling like a complete dickhead at the thought of him making Sarah cry. "I'm sorry, that was unfair of me."
"No – no you're right," she muttered quietly, her voice thick with tears, and Jareth pressed his mobile phone closer to his ear to make out the rest of her softly spoken words. Her voice was barely audible over the sound of someone with absolutely no musical talent whatsoever attempting to sing karaoke. He only hoped that someone would find the poor sod and put him out of his misery soon. "I wish that you weren't such a fucking cunt so that I could just ride your stupidly large dick into oblivion."
"Oh?" he purred, and he groaned when his aching cock became impossibly hard. Jareth settled back against his pillows, reaching a hand beneath the waistband of his sleeping trousers. He freed his erection, taking himself in hand, and stroked his cock from base to tip, swirling his thumb around the already weeping head. "Please continue." Admittedly, it was not exactly the way that Jareth dreamed that he and Sarah would finally get together after almost three years of arguments positively dripping with sexual tension on a daily basis, but beggars can't be choosers.
"I wouldn't sleep with you even if you were the last man on earth."
Jareth blinked in confusion, and his erection died a painful death. "Unless my ears deceive me, Sarah-mine, I believe you just admitted that you wanted to have sex with me."
"Oh, my Goooood, Jareth, you can't just ask a girl to have sex with you!" she giggled and suddenly, there was a great clatter as Sarah presumably dropped her phone, followed by the unmistakable sound of retching.
His dreams of phone sex slipping further away by the second, Jareth sat bolt upright in bed. "Hello? Sarah? Are you alright?"
He could hear footsteps, followed by the quiet murmur of soft words of comfort to the vomiting girl before Sarah's phone was picked up in a screech of metal against concrete.
"Hello? Who's this?"
"Catie?"
"OH FUC- I mean hello, Mr King," she muttered sheepishly.
"Is Sarah alright?"
Catie hesitated briefly before she answered. "She's had a lot of alcohol unfortunately; she's just vomited all over the karaoke booth. I mean it's fucking hilarious, but the bouncer doesn't seem to think so. Tyasha's with her just now trying to sort it all out. Why are you calling Sarah's phone?"
"I didn't," said Jareth in exasperation, "She drunk dialled me."
"Ohhhhh, shit. I hope that she didn't say anything too incriminating."
"Only that she wants to ride my massively large dick into oblivion."
"Are you going to let her?" asked Catie curiously, before she realised that she was speaking directly to her boss, and she attempted to cover up her words with an impromptu coughing fit. "I mean, she's in so much fucking shit, isn't she?"
"That remains to be seen; how are you all getting home?"
"I'm not sure. Tyasha's getting the bouncer to help carry Sarah out, but she's pretty close to passing out on us here."
Jareth sighed, knowing that he would regret this in the morning as he rolled out of bed and reached for his trousers. "Don't go anywhere, I'm coming to take you all home."
Before Sarah's alcohol-soaked brain caught up with what he was doing, she could only stare, her mouth parted in wordless surprise when Jareth sank to his knees before her. His eyes locked firmly on hers, a wicked smile tugged at his sinful lips as his hands covered her hips. His nimble fingers expertly traced intricate patterns on her soft skin before he guided one of her legs over his shoulder.
"Jareth," she protested, a pretty blush staining her cheeks when all of the pieces finally clicked into place. "You don't have to—" The rest of her sentence was lost to the little whimper that escaped unbidden from her lips when Jareth pressed his own lips against her cunt in an open-mouthed kiss.
"I can assure you, Precious," he murmured huskily, settling his hands on her backside to hold her steady, and he gave her rump a healthy squeeze for good measure. His eyes blazed with desire as he turned his head to strew kisses over the sensitive skin of her inner thighs, and the strands of his soft, downy hair that brushed against her core only served to heighten her already over-sensitised body. "I very much want to." His gaze still locked firmly on her own, Jareth licked a broad stripe from her entrance to her clit with the flat of his tongue before closing his plush lips around the tiny bundle of nerves and suckling gently.
Sarah's knees buckled from beneath her, unable to support her own body weight, as she wound her hands into Jareth's hair. Whether she placed them there to prevent herself from falling or to keep them there, she wasn't entirely certain – but she certainly enjoyed the sensation of his hair weaving through her fingers like the finest silk. Jareth grinned wickedly, the tips of his pointed canines just visible as his mouth parted, and Sarah swore that she could feel a fresh trickle of desire pool low in her stomach. Even in her wildest dreams, she could never have imagined Jareth King kneeling at her feet, his sinful mouth working its magic between her legs. He eased a finger inside her tight entrance, moaning around her clit at the exquisite feeling of his digit sheathed within the walls of her slick heat, her tight channel clenched around him. A fresh surge of arousal swept through her throbbing core as Jareth's hand began to move between her legs, and her hips writhed against his face in earnest.
"That's it, Precious," he murmured, his pupils blown wide when he pulled back to watch her come apart above him. His soft words of encouragement whispered like a prayer against her heated skin, combined with the mere sight of his head between her legs almost made her climax there and then. "Ride my face."
The soft sounds of protest that she made when Jareth withdrew his fingers would have been highly embarrassing at any other time given what they were currently doing. Her complaints were cut short, however, when Jareth buried his face between her legs once more and began to fuck her with his tongue.
"Oh, God," she whimpered, and she tugged just a little too enthusiastically at Jareth's hair, tearing a grunt from his busy mouth. The feeling of his skilful tongue buried deep inside her cunt wracked her body with excruciating waves of pleasure, and she ground her aching core harder against Jareth's mouth."
"Not quite," he smirked, pulling back once more, and his chin was absolutely soaked and glistening with her slick. "Touch yourself for me, Sarah-mine," he growled, nipping teasingly at her clit, and her eyes rolled back in her head. "Need you to come on my tongue."
Sarah shuddered at his filthy words, knowing that she was close but needing a little extra stimulation to send her crashing over the edge. Jareth's eyes glazed over in desire when she brought her fingers to her swollen clit, and he moaned when her inner walls clenched around his tongue. The vibrations that ricocheted through her cunt in waves became almost too much to bear, and she knew that she was close when her legs began to tremble. "Come for me, Precious."
Sarah screamed her release into the stillness of the empty room, and her body writhed with the intensity of her orgasm. Jareth continued to lap at her folds, catching up every last drop of her spend with his tongue, and he teased her through the aftershocks, painstakingly drawing out her pleasure for as long as possible. She started to babble incoherently, trying to push Jareth away when her body became too sensitised, but he dug his fingers firmly into her backside to keep his mouth on her.
When her legs became finally unable to support her weight, Sarah sank to the floor, her heart beating a furious tattoo in her chest. She was barely aware of Jareth practically purring as he sucked a slick-soaked finger into his mouth, before wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, his eyes glittering and dangerous when he pulled her unresisting body into his lap. "That's my good girl," he crooned, "Go and take a shower," he murmured, and he pressed a kiss into her hair, acting like nothing was out of the ordinary even after having his mouth between her legs and feasting on her cunt like a man half-starved. "I'll have breakfast ready when you're finished."
Sarah blushed, and her eyes dropped to his impressive erection that strained insistently against his stomach, practically begging to be taken care of. "But what about you? Are you not going to join me?"
"Why Sarah," he replied with a wolfish grin, "If we shower together, I guarantee that there would be very little chance of either of us actually getting clean."
Sarah stood nervously in the doorway of Jareth's kitchen, her fingers twisting in the hem of the borrowed shirt. She felt exposed, with more of her creamy thigh visible than was necessarily respectable after drunkenly propositioning your boss and getting enthusiastically eaten out to within an inch of your life. Despite the fact that Jareth had already gotten up close and personal with her most intimate areas, Sarah had drawn the line at dining naked with her boss. If she did, she knew that she would undoubtedly end up becoming the feast.
Would that be so bad, Sarah?" piped up her subconscious dreamily, still highly strung out on endorphins from her admittedly mind-shattering orgasm. Take your clothes off!
Unfortunately for Sarah, her filthy clothes were nowhere to be found after she finished her shower, and she could only assume that Jareth was currently washing them. She had clothed her nakedness with one of his shirts, though she lamented the fact that she would be joining him for breakfast sans panties. Especially when Jareth was currently standing at the stove frying up bacon and eggs for their breakfast, clothed in an immaculately tailored suit that did absolutely nothing to hide his incredible physique. Seriously, did the man wear a suit while he carried out household chores? Did he even own a pair of sweatpants?
Despite being his Personal Assistant for the past three years, she had never stepped foot inside his house before, and she lamented somewhat that she had yet to receive the grand tour. The kitchen was large and modern, filled with sleek, marble countertops and expensive appliances that she was sure had to cost more than her monthly salary. The cupboards were painted a soft grey, and the breakfast bar was currently set for two.
Jareth had just finished plating up their food when he realised that he had an audience. He turned to greet her with a sly smile, and Sarah squirmed under his feral gaze when his eyes raked over her. He crossed the kitchen to where she hesitantly stood, a predatory gleam in his eye when he leaned in to brush a kiss against her cheek.
"About last night," Sarah began slowly, unable to look Jareth in the eye. "I completely understand if you fire me on the spot, or at the very least, turn me into HR and let them deal with it. I was absolutely shit-faced when I called you last night, but I should never have ripped off your clothes and tried to coerce you into having sex with me. It was beyond the pale, and I'm ready to face the consequences of my actions."
Despite the seriousness of the situation, Jareth chuckled, and he tucked his fingers beneath her chin to force her into meeting his gaze. "Et tu, Sarah? I just licked my Personal Assistant's delicious cunt until she came all over my face, and you're worried about being sued for sexual harassment?"
"So, you're not going to fire me?"
Jareth shook his head, "No, I'm not. Quid pro quo." He hummed appreciatively as he fingered the hem of his shirt curiously. "I must admit that I could get used to you joining me for breakfast wearing nothing but my shirt.
Sarah spluttered in response, her face scarlet with embarrassment, but she was cut off from snapping a retort at Jareth when he pressed a steaming cup into her hands. "What's this?"
Jareth rolled his eyes at her, and he placed a hand on her lower back to guide her towards the breakfast bar. "Good Lord, Sarah, and here I thought that you were intelligent." He offered his hand to help her perch awkwardly on the high barstool before sitting beside her, and Sarah fought the urge to squirm in her seat at the feeling of the expensive material of his suit trousers encasing his powerful thighs pressed against her own bare skin "It's peppermint tea with honey," he continued, and he pulled two plates piled high with buttered toast, eggs and bacon towards them.
Sarah took a tentative sip from her cup, her eyebrows raised in surprise, and she tucked into her own breakfast, moaning softly around a mouthful of delicious food. "Seriously, though, how do you know how I take my tea?"
"You have been my Personal Assistant for almost three years; what I know about you might surprise you."
Despite herself, Sarah raised an eyebrow in challenge. "Is that so? And what else do you know about me?"
"I know what you sound like when you come," he shrugged as he drank a sip of his coffee, patting Sarah helpfully on the back when she choked on her bacon. "I've seen the beautiful faces that you make when I'm fucking you with my tongue. I know what you taste like when you come all over my face."
Sarah yanked Jareth down by his tie and she pressed his mouth to his, moaning softly when his lips parted under hers and he traced his tongue across her lower lip, begging for entrance. They panted as they finally broke apart, gasping for air, the remains of their breakfast forgotten in lieu of the sexually charged atmosphere that hung heavily between them.
"Bed," she growled, "Now."