Drunk Dialled
By Telcontarian
Welcome to the third and final instalment of what was originally supposed to be a one-shot. Thank you for reading, and I hope that you all enjoy the grand finale. I think that we can all agree that Sarah is a very lucky girl.
Chapter Three: The Dickening
When Jareth pulled up beside the kerb outside the small, dingy pub thirty minutes later, he almost regretted his decision to be a gentleman and offer to drive Sarah and her friends safely home. As he stepped out into the frigid night air he shivered, and he pulled his navy-blue peacoat tighter around his body. He quickly spotted Tyasha and Catie huddled against the wall, an unconscious Sarah supported between them, and he pushed his way through the crowds of drunkards staggering home from the pub. His lip curled in distaste as many patrons stumbled into him, a few women – and men – attempting to run their hands appreciatively over any part of him that they could reach. He practically had to untangle himself from a salivating, middle-aged, bald man with a beer belly who thought that he was Tina Turner and was trying to run his hands through Jareth's hair.
"How much has she had?"
"I'll be honest: we lost count after her fourth shot of tequila. She is usually such a lightweight, but for some reason, tequila always makes her a little feisty," replied Tyasha, and she grimaced when Sarah's head fell onto her shoulder, gaggling slightly as she was hit with the full force of Sarah's tequila breath.
"And horny," Jareth observed.
Catie snorted, shifting her friend's weight as Sarah leaned heavily against her. "Can we get her in your car already? She is pretty dead weight here."
"Give her to me."
Jareth slipped his arms under Sarah's knees and around her shoulders, cradling her against his chest as Tyasha and Catie breathed a collective sigh of relief and surrendered their friend gratefully into his embrace. He was grateful for their assistance when they settled Sarah into the back seat of his car, and he managed to buckle her in securely while Catie and Tyasha argued amongst themselves. They played a silent but furious game of rock, paper, scissors to see who would accompany Sarah, and potentially get puked on in the process.
Catie sulked in the back seat next to Sarah, eyeing her friend with apprehension every time Sarah moaned and shifted restlessly in her sleep, and Jareth took pity on his employee and offered to drive Catie home first. When the finally pulled up outside Tyasha's apartment twenty minutes later after dropping Catie off safely home, Jareth glanced in the rear-view mirror to find Sarah still dead to the world. Panic caused his heart to skip a beat when he realised that he did not even know Sarah's address. He called out to Tyasha's retreating back, frowning when she smirked over her shoulder and continued to walk away from him without providing the vital information.
Jareth's head fell back against his seat with a frustrated thump, and he ran a hand over his weary face as he glanced back at Sarah once more. He started the engine with a muttered curse under his breath, and he could only hope that Sarah did not make his life a complete hell when she woke up the next morning.
He somehow managed to unlock his door one-handed with Sarah still passed out in his arms, and she shucked his shoes off by the door before locking it securely behind him. He averted his eyes like a gentleman when he lay Sarah down on the bed in his spare room, and he pulled off her soiled clothing before clothing her in a shirt of his own to sleep in. He thanked his lucky stars that Sarah remained asleep, grateful that she didn't wake up to give him a verbal tongue lashing or worse, slap him for undressing her without her permission.
There is a reason, however, that Jareth is not a gambling man, and unfortunately that reason is simply that he knows when he is shit out of luck. His eyes lingered just a touch too long on her sleeping face when he tucked the soft comforter securely around her, and he pressed a kiss to her forehead. "Sweet dreams, Sarah-mine." As he attempted to sneak out of his own guest bedroom like a thief in the night, Sarah's hand clamped around his arm in a vice-like grip and he stumbled, throwing out his hands to prevent himself from falling.
He did not quite know how Sarah managed it, but before Jareth could even blink or wonder what the fuck he did in his past life to deserve this, he found himself tugged into bed beside her, Sarah's hands frantically tearing at her own clothing and his despite her drunken state. Jareth tried to scramble out of bed when Sarah attempted to straddle him, promising to ride his dick into oblivion while she frantically ground her core against her thigh. Unfortunately, the tequila had gifted her with the strength of five men, and the horniness to match. Jareth finally managed to subdue Sarah long enough to stop her from making good on her promise, her back pressed against his chest and his arms clamped around her body in an effort to keep her wandering hands to herself. Jareth groaned, and he buried his face in her hair as Sarah's breathing finally began to even out. He could only hope that his raging erection, pressed insistently against Sarah's backside, subsided enough to finally let him get some rest, although he knew that sleep would be long in claiming him tonight.
CATIE: SARAH, WHERE ARE YOU?
TYASHA: Mr King never showed up for work today either…
CATIE: Fucking finally!
TYASHA: Did he dick you to death? Should we call the Police?
CATIE: I just want to know how big his pee pee is.
TYASHA: Did he put you through the headboard?
CATIE: Did you wear a crash helmet?
TYASHA: Did you use protection?
CATIE: Do you have a concussion?
TYASHA: Make sure he wraps his dick.
CATIE: I don't give a fuck that it's only 9.30am; we've already opened the emergency, back-up gin.
TYASHA: We're so fucking proud of you.
CATIE: OUR LITTLE BABY IS ALL GROWN UP AND IS GETTING LAAAAAID!
TYASHA: 8===D - - -
Unfortunately, Jareth and Sarah never made it as far as the bedroom. Soft pants and longing moans filled the air, and there is hungry clash of hands and mouths as clothing is shed and skin is revealed. Sarah gasped when Jareth nipped at her earlobe with his sharp teeth, trailing a blazing path of kisses down the delicate column of her throat.
Jareth wedged his thigh in between her own, his fingers pressed into her hips as he rocked Sarah against him, and her skin is already flushed a pretty pink from the heat and the wetness that is already beginning to form at her core. Sarah's head fell back when Jareth bent to pepper kissed along the tops of her breasts, his pointed teeth scraping against her collarbone before he finally took the rosy tip of her nipple into his mouth and sucked gently. Her body was on fire and she was lost, drowning in the sensation of Jareth's hands on her skin, mapping a secret trail with his fingers to follow with his lips.
They have only made it as far as the dining room, but Sarah knew that if she didn't have him right here and now, she might genuinely die.
Jareth's mouth parted wordlessly when Sarah placed a hand on his chest, pushing him down onto a dining cheer and sinking to her knees before him to settle her body into the cradle of his hips. Her eyes area blown wide at the sight of his sizeable girth straining eagerly towards her face, and she licked her lips with nervous excitement before she wrapped her hand around the base of his cock. His eyes were fire and steel, and his breath came in short gasps when Sarah began to stroke him, her thumb swirling over the sensitive head with each upstroke. Jareth held her gaze for as long as he could, but when Sarah licked a long stripe along the prominent vein on the underside of his shaft, he threw his head back with a sharp hiss.
She felt so fucking powerful when she encircled his tip with her mouth, and she sucked gently, relishing in the moans and pants as he came apart above her. He was so beautiful, a strong man wrapped up in preternatural wildness, and she wanted to ruin him for all other women. She wanted her own name to be the only one that he cried in the heat of his passion. Her eyes flickered open to watch his reaction, his thighs quivering and a tremor wracking through his body when she began to suck a little harder, coating his cock with her saliva as she worked her hand in firm pumps along his shaft. He was bigger, far bigger than anyone that she has ever been with before, and her jaw was a little sore when she worked him slowly into her mouth. His hands rested tentatively in her hair, and he lifted his head to watch when she began to swallow him as best she could. He looked absolutely wrecked as he watched his cock disappear into the wet heat of her mouth, her cheeks hollowing when she began to suck him in earnest.
Sarah knew that he was close; her name falling from his lips with divine reverence. He was torn between praising her skilful mouth and babbling incoherently, half-mad with want and lust. She could taste the salty precum that had gathered at the head of his cock, and she could feel his body tense beneath her hands as he twitched against her tongue. And it was then, seconds before he reached his completion, that Sarah let Jareth slip from her mouth.
She would always cherish the defeated look upon Jareth's face, his eyes filled with betrayal and disbelief when she stood up. She smirked as he growled and tugged her to straddle him with his hands on her hips to guide her, while his teeth nipped at her throat. Sarah shuddered when he slipped a hand between their bodies, groaning when his thick finger pressed against her centre to find her already impossibly wet and ready for him. He took himself in hand to notch his tip at her entrance, pausing only to confirm that they were both clean and that Sarah had been prescribed a form of birth control.
"You," Jareth muttered, sharp teeth scraping along her pulse point as he sank slowly into her, gritting his teeth as he filled her, her silken heat the most exquisite torture as her tight channel fluttered around his cock. "Are the most stubborn—" He bit back a groan at the feeling of being finally – finally – buried deep inside her, their bodies a perfect fit, almost as if they were made for each other. Jareth swallowed Sarah's moans with his mouth when she gasped, her hands flying to his shoulders and his fingertips leaving punishing bruises on her delicate skin as he effortlessly moved her body over him, above him. He thrusted up into her excruciatingly slowly, withdrawing almost completely before sheathing himself to the hilt once more. "—Woman that I have ever met." Sarah bucked against his body, writhing against him as he worked her roughly along his shaft. He alternated between snapping his hips up to meet hers and dragging his cock against her quivering walls with an aching slowness that stole her breath away.
Sarah rolled her hips over him, tearing a long, drawn-out moan from Jareth's lips, his head thrown back, and she pressed desperate kisses to his throat, his nose, his mouth as she rocked against him, desperately seeking the friction that her body craved. Jareth's head fell forward onto her shoulder, his lips scattering soft kisses across her collarbone and the tops of her breasts before he sucked a taut nipple into his mouth. He set a punishing rhythm; and his hips moved in perfect synchronicity with his tongue. Sarah knew that she was close, she could feel the tight coiling of pleasure low in her belly, and she wound her fingers tightly in his hair. She tugged his lips to hers just as his fingers reached between them to thumb at her clit. Suddenly, she is shattering and shaking above him as her orgasm wracks through her body, dragging her heart forward like an undertow as she called out for him. She sobbed his name in earnest as his thumb pressed firmly against her clit, drawing out her climax until she is babbling and pleading and incoherent with pleasure.
Sarah could only cling tightly to him, deliriously limp and pliant and lost in the aftershocks of her orgasm. Jareth used her body for his own pleasure until his own rhythm began to falter, sharp gasps and low grunts dragged from his lips as his hips stuttered against hers. He buried his face in her neck when he finally came, his breathing shaky and his body trembling and her name a whispered prayer against the warmth of her own skin.
Jareth pressed a shaky kiss into her hair, holding her and murmuring soft words of praise as they struggled to catch their breath. He cradled Sarah against his chest, his fingers stroking through the dark skein of her hair, and there was no need for words as their hearts skipped and raced together. Jareth lifted his hand to cup Sarah's cheek, losing himself in the feeling of her body in his arms and the soft press of her mouth against his own.
"I FUCKING KNEW IT."
Sarah winced, and she dropped Jareth's hand when Catie cannonballed into her stomach, knocking the wind out of her. They had barely been in the office for two fucking minutes when Sarah is assaulted by her friends. They demanded to know all of the sordid details of their intense affair that had resulted in them finally making it to Jareth's bed only after two more rounds of sex around his house. Sarah wasn't even sure that she would ever be able to look at his couch in the same way ever again after being bent over it, pleading and moaning and finally screaming his name when Jareth finally buried his tongue deep within her cunt from behind. She really wasn't looking forward to even attempting to sit down, faced with the impossible task of trying to find a comfortable position for the next eight hours of her workday. "I knew that you were getting shagged to within an inch of your life, but next time at least have the bloody courtesy to answer our fucking text messages."
"We thought that Jareth had murdered you when we hadn't heard from you – no offence," Tyasha added hastily when Jareth tilted his head to the side, a bemused expression tugging at his lips. Her sharp gaze drifted over Sarah's throat, her eyes narrowed in suspicion as they traced over the angry bruises that had formed lingering imprints of Jareth's mouth and teeth on her delicate skin. She thought that she had done a pretty good job of covering up the marks with make-up – unfortunately, her friends' bloodhound-like detective skills put even Poirot himself to shame.
Catie turned to address the office staff who were currently doing a pretty piss-poor job of trying not to look like they were attempting to eavesdrop on their conversation, and she cleared her throat loudly. "Everyone, I propose a toast!" Sarah's brow furrowed in confusion, and she frowned as Catie seemed to pull yet another bottle of gin from thin air as if by magic. As she took a pre-emptive swig, Sarah vowed to find her friend's seemingly endless supply of gin if it was the last thing that she ever did. "To Sarah: who finally rode Jareth's stupidly large dick into oblivion."
"CATIE!" Sarah sank into her office chair, fighting the urge to yelp at the soreness between her legs, and she buried her face in her hands.
"So, who won the betting pool?" asked an annoyingly, nasal voice, and Sarah peeked out between her fingers just in time to see Dirty Dave rubbing his hands together. He eyed Sarah and Jareth with a hunger that could only be described as too many nights of jerking off to aquatic porn of an extremely disturbing and violent nature.
Sarah frowned, and she glanced at her friends who were busy extracting a well-worn, battered piece of dog-eared paper from Tyasha's desk drawer. "What betting pool?"
Tyasha waved an airy hand in Sarah's direction as she smoothed out the list, and the entire office gathered around curiously. "Oh, we've been taking bets for almost three years on how you and Jareth would finally get together."
"You have got to be fucking kidding me."
Catie leaned over Tyasha's shoulder to scan the list. "Well, we can rule out crazy, octopus sex seeing as how they don't seem to have miraculously sprouted tentacles."
Sarah blinked.
Dave pouted and he muttered under his breath as he slunk away miserably, clearly not in the mood to stick around and find out the winner."
Tyasha frowned, "I'm not even sure that anyone actually won – wait hang on, who's David Jones? Do we even have anyone called David Jones who works here? He predicted that they would get together after Jareth picked Sarah's drunken ass up from the pub."
"That would be me," said Jareth cheerfully, and he glanced around at the incredulous faces. "I couldn't very well use my real name, could I?"
Catie folded her arms across her chest, and she glanced shrewdly between Sarah and Jareth before looking back at the paper in Tyasha's hands. "Wait a minute, I smell a rat. How did you know – eighteen months ago – that you would take Sarah home after a drunken night out?"
Sarah blushed, unable to meet her friends' gazes, but Jareth grinned wickedly by her side. "It's quite simple really: Sarah has been drunk dialling me for almost two years."