25. Hazel
Afirm hand shook my shoulder. “Sunshine. It’s time to wake up,” Jareth’s voice whispered in my ear.
“No.” I pouted, snuggling deeper into his warmth.
He chuckled and wrapped his arm around me as I slowly woke up. When I was partially coherent, he tugged me with him to get to the car door. After getting out first, he stood beside it waiting for me to swing my legs to the side. Just before I could stand, he picked me up.
My eyes grew wide. “What are you doing?”
“Taking you inside.” I was surprised he didn’t tack on the ‘obviously’ that was implied in his tone. He stalked into the building, the doorman on duty already hurrying ahead to get the elevator.
It was weird to have him carry me in front of all these people. The sleepiness I’d felt immediately dissipated.
“Stop fidgeting,” Jareth demanded.
“I don’t know what to do with myself,” I admitted. I’d never had someone carry me like this, not even as a child. At least not that I could remember.
“Relax.”
I tucked my head under his chin and released the muscles that had tensed. “Okay.”
We reached the penthouse and he put me down to open the door. “Why don’t you shower or go back to sleep. I’ve got a few things I need to take care of,” he suggested after taking both our coats and hanging them up.
We entered the living room, light streaming in from the floor to ceiling windows overlooking the city. “It’s the middle of the day. I’ll probably be better off making myself stay up until tonight. Although, I might not be so tired if someone had let me sleep on the plane.”
He smirked. “Really? I bet they had an excellent reason to keep you up.”
We’d made use of the bedroom and shower onboard the plane. “I don’t think I can look that crew in the eye again.”
“I’ll hire a new one then.” We walked through the living room and down the hall toward the bedrooms and his office.
I snapped my head in his direction and grabbed his arm. Clearly, there was still work I needed to do to humanize him. There was no way I’d let him fire someone because of my off-hand comment. “What? No, you can’t fire them,” I snapped, anger punctuating each word.
“What would you have me do?” At least he was looking to me for the solution instead of immediately calling his flight crew to fire them.
“Nothing,” I responded, reminding myself that he was trying to do something nice for me. Even if it was misplaced. “Seriously, nothing, Jareth. I’ll just have to get over my embarrassment or not let you do naughty things while we fly.”
“Not happening, Sunshine. You made that flight infinitely better.” We reached his office door. “Why don’t you find something to do? I’ve got a bit of a mess to take care of here.”
I closed my fingers around the knob and twisted the door open. “I might as well work with you. That way when we get into the office I’m not left with as much catch up work. Why don’t I grab my laptop and we can?—”
Jareth stiffened next to me. “Hazel, don’t?—”
“Oh, my God. Were you robbed?” A horrified gasp left my mouth. What in the dickens happened here? The room was a disaster.
I took a step back afraid of contaminating the possible crime scene. “We should call the police. It couldn’t have happened all that long ago. Didn’t you say Cara was coming by to clean yesterday?”
He grabbed my hand when I reached for my cell phone in my pocket. “We don’t need the authorities.”
I gestured frantically toward the room. “What are you talking about? Of course we do.”
An uncharacteristic redness colored Jareth’s cheeks as he strode past me into the room and began picking up the papers strewn across the floor. His nonchalant attitude also tipped me off that something wasn”t right.
“What happened here?” I asked softly, coming to stand beside him.
Jareth scrubbed a hand at the back of his neck. When he met my gaze with his own a hint of worry shadowed them. “I did this.”
I didn’t know what to say. Cool, calm Jareth who rarely had a thing out of place had practically destroyed this room. He had to have done this before we left for Bali. Before he came to get me from Jess’s and after he’d heard about my upcoming date.
He turned away from me.
“Tell me you’re upset about someone no longer pining over you and have decided to date someone else without telling me.” This situation wasn’t funny, but it kind of was. He’d gone crazy over me. Not in the healthiest of ways, sure, but when was the way Jareth dealt with emotions healthy?
I laughed. One that hit me so hard I practically doubled over.
“You think this is funny?” His incredulous voice only made me laugh harder.
“Well I’ve always said I wanted to see what would happen if you lost your cool. I guess I got my wish.”
I grabbed his arm, now that he was facing me, and leaned against it, gasping for breath.
“I don’t know if I’ll ever fully understand you, Sunshine. I thought you’d have run after seeing this.”
I sighed, finally catching my breath. “This.” I waved my hand around. “This is over the top, but I sort of get it. I don’t want to see it happen again though.” I’d had enough of a volatile life growing up.
He nodded. “It won’t.”
“Alrighty, then let’s get started.”
He tugged me back before I could fully move away from him. “Thank you.”
I cupped his cheek, seeing the flash of emotions in his eyes.
“I was afraid this might be triggering for you.” Shame was evident in the low pitch of his voice and the way his head hung low.
I needed to see the remorse in him. Especially knowing he didn’t regret most anything in life. “Jareth, I’ve been around you constantly for three years. You’ve never done anything like this before. And I know you’ll think twice about venting your anger this way because I refuse to be with someone who can’t control his temper,” I told him in no uncertain words. “I’d leave you and not look back. I lived with enough turmoil in my childhood to want better for myself.”
His fingers flexed on my hips. “I don’t ever want you afraid of me.”
“I’m not. And no matter what, I know you’d never hurt me.” And I wasn’t shoving red flags under the rug. I knew him better than anyone else. This was not the norm for him.
“Never.” His promise rang true.
I wrapped my arms around him, squeezing him tight, as he did the same. Was it possible to feel like you’re home in someone else’s arms? Being with him calmed me and soothed me in ways I couldn’t explain and despite the state of this room, there was no doubt I was safe with him. “Where do you want to start?”
“I don’t think it matters,” he muttered and hugged me.
We spent the next hour going through the strewn papers and filing them, picking up books laying across the floor, and putting most everything where it belonged. There was one small corner left for us to go through.
Nothing except a small table was broken. I stopped and pointed at it, my eyebrow raised in question. Jareth stared at me for a moment and let out a sigh. “I admit that was a poor choice. I liked that piece.”
I shook my head.
“You know.” I trailed the tip of my fingers along the edge of his desk, surprised at my boldness. “I’ve always wanted to know what it would be like to have sex with you on your desk at work. What if we practiced here first?”
The book he’d just picked up plunked to the floor as he stalked my way. I laughed as he gripped my waist and lifted me onto the desk. He pushed apart my thighs and crowded in between my legs. “You wouldn’t believe the number of times I’ve thought about fucking you on this desk.”
He dipped his head to rest in the crook of my neck before drawing in a deep breath. “How do you always smell so damn good?” he murmured as he ran his nose up the side of my neck.
The feathery sensation had me shuddering in his grasp. “How do you turn me on with just your words and the barest touch?”
He groaned as his hips snapped forward, grinding into my core. Already my inner muscles clenched, waiting for the moment he’d drive his cock home. Jareth wove his fingers into my hair and dug them into my scalp as he pulled my face to his and destroyed me with just his lips. He didn’t start off slow; he immediately plunged his tongue into my mouth, battling with my own, demanding, taking over.
My breathing grew erratic and heat spiraled out from every place we touched. I was pretty sure that I’d never get enough of him or us together like this. I hastily tugged his shirt from his pants, shoving my hands under it, and dragging my nails up his back, wanting him just as fiercely as he wanted me.
He yanked my shirt up and over my head. After throwing it into a corner of the room, he bent to nuzzle his face in between my breasts while reaching around with one hand to undo the clasp. My bra fell free, and he lifted both boobs together. “These are the most perfect tits I’ve ever seen. I love how they fill my hands and spill over.” His mouth descended to nip and lightly bite at one nipple before moving on to the next. I arched my back, pushing them further into his touch, letting my hands fall to my side onto the desk.
He took note of what I enjoyed. I loved that most. It helped build that connection with him, knowing that my pleasure was important to him.
“Wrap your legs around my waist,” he commanded. My body sizzled any time he told me what to do. Maybe that’s what had sustained my growing crush for him over the last three years. As my boss he had nothing but demands and I was here for every one of them.
I immediately complied and rubbed myself against his growing erection, my fingers tugging at his belt buckle. A guttural noise originating at the back of his throat escaped and I grinned.
“I need to be inside you,” he said, on a husky groan. And just like that my panties were soaked. If Jareth being considerate about my pleasure was an aphrodisiac, knowing he desired me just as much as I did him was a full-on, panty ruining, moment.
The power of knowing his pleasure was tied up in me was heady. And it only made me want to give him more. He nipped at the curve of my neck, the faint brush of the stubble from his beard rasped against my already sensitive skin. When his teeth lightly bit down I gasped. “More of that.”
“You’re fucking perfect, Sunshine.” His groan of pleasure, only raising the fire burning within me. My legs dropped from around his waist as he resumed the assault of my breasts with his mouth. Each swipe of his tongue was a direct line to my clit and I never wanted him to stop.
Wanting him was as necessary to me as breathing. We could be in the middle of a busy street and all he’d have to do was kiss me and I’d forget we had an audience. And while I loved the build up of desire with each touch, lick, and suckle I needed more from him. My body was like an inferno raging, and only he could put out the fire.
I worked my hands over the button of his pants and then unzipped them. The tip of his cock still sheathed behind his underwear brushed against my fingers teasing me. Without wasting another second I shoved his pants and boxers off his hips and let them fall to his feet. His dick bobbed between us. I licked my lips as Jareth groaned.
My hand encircled his length, stroking him in a slow and steady rhythm. I used my other hand to cradle his balls. Unintelligible words muttered under his breath as his hips drove forward with each downward swipe. Already moisture gathered from the tip of his beautiful cock.
I couldn’t decide whether I wanted to put my mouth on him or have him plunge himself into me hard and fast.
“Jareth,” I whined, not entirely sure I knew what I was asking in that one word.
He seemed to as he shuddered and slowly, almost reluctantly removed my hands.
“Sunshine. I want you so badly right now, it’s not going to take much to come and I want you to enjoy this too.”
I leaned up and bit his bottom lip, dragging my teeth down and letting it pop out of my mouth. “I will enjoy this a whole lot more if you’d give me what I want.”
He grinned a sexy smile that had my heart turning over and settling into an unsteady beat. “Oh yeah? And what is that exactly?”
Using my words to tell him what I wanted was getting easier. “I want you to take me from behind.” I almost couldn’t believe how bold I was being.
“I love hearing you ask for what you want. It’s so fucking sexy, baby.” His heavy lidded gaze and praise was almost my undoing. I was so ready I felt like with the swipe of his hand or one second with his cock buried inside me I’d likely come too fast.
“Then what are you waiting for?” My voice sounded high and pitchy with need even to my ears.
He pulled back and before I could react flipped me over on the desk. “Grab the edge.”
My fingers eagerly stretched forward to hold onto the front of the desk.
“Good girl, Hazel.” He ran his hand down my back, stopping where the curve of my spine met my butt. I wiggled it to encourage him to keep going.
“Don’t stop,” I begged.
“You want my fingers in your pussy or my dick?” Oh holy mother of God. How was he so good at this? My insides clenched at his words.
I trembled beneath him. “I want your fingers on my clit and you inside me.”
He drew my pants and underwear down far enough to bind my legs together. I shifted, trying to shimmy them down so I could shake them off. “Have you decided not to listen to me?”
“I don’t want to wait.” I tried to move again, stopping when his hand caressed my ass.
“If you can’t listen I might need to punish you.”
It took a moment for his words to sink in. I bit my lip. “Are you saying you might spank me?”
He didn’t respond. His silence let me know if I wanted to explore this new side of him, of us, it was my decision.
“I think I might like that form of punishment,” I admitted, my thighs clenched together in anticipation. I rocked myself back, making sure to rub against his cock.
A sharp sting on my right butt cheek had me gasping. The initial smack hurt, but it was quickly replaced with the warmth of his hand as he rubbed the sting from my backside.
“Did I tell you to do that?”
I shook my head.
“I thought I told you I needed words, Hazel.” Another hand cracked down on the other cheek and I yelped in surprise. As my brain processed what I thought of this development, and that I kind of liked it, Jareth rubbed both sides of my butt, soothing the sting. Then he dipped his hands between my legs. His fingers easily slid through my folds.
“Are you ready to listen?”
“Yes,” I groaned.
“Are you still with me, Hazel?” I knew he was asking if I was okay with the direction this had taken.
“I’m not sure,” I answered honestly. “I don’t love it and I don’t hate it.”
He leaned in and growled in my ear. “For your absolute honesty, I’ll give you what you begged for.”
That’s when I realized why he’d left my clothing where he had. He slid his length back and forth, coating it in my wetness just before he plunged into me. A keening cry left my mouth and I sagged in relief. My inner muscles clenched around him.
“Yes, more of that,” I rasped out.
He held himself still, letting me adjust, just before slowly dragging himself out to the tip and then slamming his hips forward.
“Faster,” I begged.
He picked up the speed just a bit.
“Jareth,” I grumbled. “You know that’s not what I meant.”
He leaned over me, his chest vibrating with his laughter, as he sunk further into my body. When his hips pistoned faster, I had to bite my lip and grip the edge of the desk harder. Jareth’s fingers dug into my hips, and I hoped he left bruises behind for me to remember this moment.
With each thrust I wanted to rock back but he held me firm in his grip. “Having your pussy clenched around me is heaven,” he grunted out.
“You feel so good inside me,” I barely got the words out as the tip of his cock rubbed against my insides in a way that had my stomach simultaneously tightening and releasing. The muscles in my pussy clamped down and I shocked myself by making a sound between a shout and a wail. My legs shook so hard, and my nerve endings rapidly fired, as my release built.
My body trembled harder and harder with each stroke. When he slowed down, I groaned. “No.”
“What was that?” he teased.
“You can’t slow down, I was so close,” I grumbled. I dropped one hand from the death grip on the desk and reached back to pull him into me, to encourage him to pick up the pace.
He snagged that arm and gently tugged it so it lay trapped across my back. “You’ll come when I tell you that you can.”
He set my body ablaze with that one sentence even though I wanted to curse him for his cruelty. “I’ll listen.”
Jareth drew out slowly and then slowly pushed his thick cock back inside me. I whimpered as he repeated the process until my vision started to go dark and my core clenched hard on him.
He groaned and slowed down again.
I groaned in frustration and forced myself to stay still. It took everything in me not to shove my hips back and force him to keep going.
“I hate you,” I muttered.
He laughed, knowing how insincere I was being. If I wasn’t so sexually frustrated that he was holding out on me, I would have enjoyed the carefree laughter that escaped from him. Instead, I wanted to throw something at his stupid head. My need to come consumed me. I babbled incoherent sentences, begging him to let me find my release.
Jareth was so still, I wondered if he’d ever let me come. When suddenly he plunged inside me, his speed rocket fast, as he slid his hand around to swipe his finger across my needy clit. I panted, raising myself to my toes, wanting him as close as I could get him. When he pinched my clit, my legs shook, my stomach tightened and the rest of my body locked up as I wailed. My orgasm shattered me and put me back together. It still amazed me at how good Jareth made me feel.
Jareth pounded into me harder, his thrusts becoming more erratic as he drew closer to his release. “Fuck,” he yelled out in a guttural cry.
His hot and heavy breath panted in my ear as he collapsed on top of me. “You okay, Sunshine?”
“So, okay,” I slurred, my body like jelly. “I can’t move.”
He picked me up and carried me to his bedroom.
“Your office,” I murmured.
“Can be finished tomorrow.” I sighed at the gentle kiss he placed on my head.
After laying me down on his bed, he disappeared into the bathroom. Hearing the running water, my eyes fluttered closed thinking he might be taking a shower. Then I heard the water turn off and his steps coming across the room. When he crawled up the bed and began wiping between my legs, I let him.
The way he took care of me made both of us happy. I noticed it in the smile that crossed his face more frequently, the small touches when he had been so closed off, and how I only had to say something once and he made it happen.
This was who I knew he could be and loved that he was finally realizing it too.