saga/title/fandom: The Past Never Dies chapter 20 (Pitch Black/Riddick)
rating/genre: (NC-17) - het, angst, drama
warnings: het, sexual content, adult content, drug use, criminal activity, religious fusion
summary: What if Jack had stayed on New Mecca with Imam? What if Riddick had come back for her? (Riddick/Jack, Imam/OFC)
comments/disclaimers: General disclaimers apply.
“Do you trust me?” Riddick asked, serious eyes boring into her.
Jack nodded, nearly drowning in her unexpected, endless love for him. “Since I was thirteen.”
“Then trust me with this. I promise, I won’t hurt you,” he swore. “Just don’t fight me and it’ll be fine.”
“I’ll try,” she concurred, wanting to be brave.
At her acquiescence, Riddick’s lips quirked into a slight grin. “Think you can kiss me again?”
Jack giggled and kissed him again. This time, she let him do whatever he wanted to do, not allowing her shock derail her. After toying with her lips for awhile, he finally nudged them apart. It seemed an odd thing, his wanting to put his tongue in her mouth, but something about it sent pleasurable shivers through her body. They seemed to come in delightful waves, growing stronger the more deeply he kissed her. She felt them especially in her nipples and between her thighs. She longed to feel his hand on her breast again. Almost as if he could read her mind, his fingers were there. While it had felt good the first time, now Jack grew almost mindless with the pleasure of it.
No wonder Sahar talks about sex like she does, the little rational corner of her mind that was left finally comprehended.
Jack was barely aware of him working her robes loose, shoving them off her shoulders, until his fingers found her bare nipples. At the touch of his flesh on hers, the waves all concentrated into a tremendous contraction at the apex of her thighs. She heard somebody cry out. Jack felt her knees give way as conscious thought was completely swept away. She mewled raggedly, as wave after wave shook her with a pleasure so great it was almost pain. Finally, she clung to Riddick, gasping, feeling slippery between her legs.
That was me who cried out, Jack was at last able to recognize. It’s never been like that before.
“And you thought you wouldn’t come,” Riddick purred in her ear, obviously pleased. “If you’re this responsive just to me touching you, we’re going to have a good time.”
“I’m naked,” Jack realized, stupidly, looking down at her bare breasts. “When did that happen?”
He laughed softly at her. “No, you’re not naked.” He gave the robes that were bunched around her waist a good downward shove, then pulled her arms upward out of the sleeves. The robes fell to her ankles. “Now you’re naked.”
Her skin tingled at the thought that his eyes were on her nakedness. She felt deliciously naughty and not one bit sinful. “I guess I am.”
“God, but you’re beautiful, Jack,” Riddick groaned, his desire plain.
He deserves to feel this good, too, she acknowledged. “Is it your turn now?”
“Soon,” he agreed, flicking his thumbs across her still hard nipples so that she gasped, “but I like hearing that sound come out of you. I think we’re going to need to do that again.”
Riddick let go of her long enough to shrug out of his own robes, baring his massive chest. She had dreamed about touching that vast caramel expanse for so long, she had to quell the urge to pinch herself to prove she wasn’t dreaming. Instead, she touched him. His warm flesh felt like velvet over steel to her, a welcome feeling she remembered from touching his bare arms so long ago. Only then, it had been accompanied by a deep longing that one day he would be hers. Now, it was reality.
“Aren’t you going to take them all the way off?” she wondered, curious.
“You’re not ready yet,” he demurred.
He’s afraid he’ll scare me, Jack thought. Wonder if Sahar is right and he’s big all over?
Riddick had lain down on the bed and was pulling at her. “Come here and kiss me, Jack,” he dared.
She stepped out of her robes and climbed onto the bed with him. Eagerly taking his dare, she kissed him deeply, while his hands wandered over her bare flesh. She gloried in his touch, faltering only when his hand slide between her thighs; he purred deep in his throat when he touched her there. She broke off her kiss, studying him quizzically.
He smiled at her. “It’s gonna be just fine,” he assured her.
Riddick rolled her over onto her back and picked up their kissing. She was acutely aware, however, that he was shimmying out of the rest of his robes. She kept her eyes closed, thinking it was likely better if she didn’t look. He pulled her underneath him, but shifted down as he did, so that his chest was resting on her belly.
“Insurance,” he replied to the question in her eyes, and pulled one of her nipples into his mouth.
This was a whole different kind of sensation. Jack forgot about everything as his lips, tongue and teeth transported her back to that deliriously mindless place. She moaned aloud, unable to stop herself, hands shoving his turban off his head to grasp his prickly skull. Her nipples seemed to have a direct connection to her clitoris, as if what he did to them was actually happening to it. The sensitive flesh between her legs felt impossibly full, the slickness there actually dripping out of her.
Jack almost came a second time when he switched to the other nipple, but she somehow hung on, prolonging the sensation to the point where she felt as if her nether flesh would explode. At just that point, he moved slightly, snaking one of his hands in to stroke her, setting off that explosion.
She cried out again as she lost herself in ecstasy, this time feeling her hips spasm upward, unconsciously looking for something. The moment he shifted upward to give it to her, she knew what the something was. Instantly, her fear was back, canceling out everything else. Riddick felt it grab her in a vise, and he somehow stopped himself.
“It’s okay,” he managed, although she could tell from the strain in his voice how difficult it was for him.
He kissed her shoulder tenderly, a seeming reassurance, and then sank his teeth into it, biting her hard enough to hurt.
“Ouch!’ she shouted, completely forgetting everything else. “Why did you do that?”
As soon as the question passed her lips, Jack became aware of where he was now. All the air left her in a whoosh as she realized he was buried in her up to the hilt. She had never been so full before, yet she felt nothing more than deliciously stretched.
“Ohhhhhh,” she wheezed, amazed at the size of him.
Above her, Riddick chuckled, and Jack realized this wasn’t the first time he had gotten that reaction. “You okay?”
Jack couldn’t speak, feeling tears of happiness well up in her eyes and spill down her cheeks.
Riddick’s levered his upper body up so he could get a better look at her face. “Jack?” he queried with concern, seeing her wet face. “Am I hurting you?”
“No,” she sniffled, smiling through her tears, “you’re not.”
Her own joy was reflected in his eyes. “I can’t hold out much longer,” he admitted.
This was the part of the process she knew about; he had to move to enjoy the pleasure he had already given her twice. “What are you waiting for?” she teased.
He hugged her tightly, kissing her everywhere he could reach, as he started to thrust into her. Jack was amazed that there was still no pain, only that glorious sensation of fullness moving in and out of her. She sighed and wrapped her arms around his broad back, letting her hands roam over him. Her touch seemed to encourage him and his rhythm quickened, his breath coming in short gasps. She knew it wouldn’t be long now.
Of their own accord, Jack’s hips began to match his thrusts, her body meeting his. Although she was not anywhere near another climax, the friction felt very good; the fact that it seemed to enhance the experience for Riddick only added to it. She didn’t get to enjoy it for long before Riddick was almost crushing her to him, growling out his pleasure into her neck as the shudders of orgasm ran through him. She gasped as she felt his spasms inside her, felt the hot flush of his fluid joining hers. Tightening her arms around him, she helped him ride it out.
At last, he loosened his hold on her and seemed to collapse on top of her, breathing heavily, a fine sheen of sweat misting his skin. Jack was surprised that she didn’t feel crushed by his bulk, but seemed instead to settle into the bed enough to support him comfortably with her hipbones and shoulders. Idly, she stroked his bald head, hardly believing that this wonderful act was the thing she had been so afraid of.
What my father did to me was not this at all, she thought. He was all about power and control. This is about love.
“Thought you didn’t know how to do this,” Riddick whispered into her shoulder.
“I didn’t know a lot of things,” Jack said.
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