I was feeling particularly… uhh… erm… inspired last night and this is the result. Oneshot (although there may be a similar story in Riddick's POV someday). Very VERY sexual content. It's pure unadulterated smut, as a matter of fact. Don't like it? Don't read it. It's that simple.
Disclaimer: All characters belong to David Twohy, not me. I just like to play with them. And make them play with each other );o)
It had been years since Jack had thought of Riddick. Years and years and years in fact. But there he was inside her head nonetheless. After almost an hour laying in her bed trying to fight off the thoughts that kept working their way into her mind she finally gave up fighting. Thoughts of sweat and touches and soft growls overcame her. She let go and imagined her hands were his, roaming over her face, pulling gently at her hair. She closed her eyes and could almost feel him there next to her, warm and solid. She imagined his lips on the tender skin of her neck, burning holes in her resolve to be mad at him for the rest of her life. Her hands moved down her neck, tracing the muscles there as they tensed and relaxed beneath her fingertips. She moved them down past her collarbone and briefly wondered what Riddick would think if he could see her now. She pushed the thought aside and focused. Her fingertips ghosted over her breasts, teasing her nipples into hardened buds. She imagined his mouth nibbling them and his tongue flickering out to taste her skin. She thought she could hear him growl in appreciation. No, just her mind playing tricks… ah but what a trick. The thought of his rumbling growl gave her goosebumps.
"Ahhh…" she accidentally pinched one stiffened bud a little too hard, but the sudden pain gave way to intense pleasure that sparked a heat concentrated in her lower belly. A scent filled her nostrils then and she could feel his breath on her skin, his body heat beside her. As she opened her eyes she found his steely metallic gaze focused on her with a hunger she'd never seen before. She blinked but the vision didn't leave.
"Riddick?" Her voice was dark and breathy; she almost didn't recognize it herself. He only grinned wickedly as he moved his fingers down her body, making every nerve twitch on the way. The fingers of his other hand were entwined in her hair, relishing the silkiness of it and stroking her scalp. She closed her eyes again and she felt her body reacting; her pulse quickening, and a dampness growing between her thighs. He purred in her ear as he felt her begin to tremble under his touches. His fingers brushed down her right thigh, then back up to the juncture of thigh and torso where he let his fingertips dance a little. He was teasing her, very effectively. He stroked down her left thigh now, and her breath hitched. She whimpered a little.
"Riddick…" her voice was reduced to a whisper roughened by raw need. His name rolled off her tongue like the name of her redeemer. He loved the sound of it. She felt him gently urge her legs apart a little and her pulse kicked up another notch. His fingertips ghosted along the sensitive skin on the insides of her thighs, evoking more tiny moans from her.
"Are you enjoying yourself?" she asked, voice low and a little out of breath. He only chuckled softly in her ear, brushing his lips down the side of her neck to her shoulder. He ghosted his fingers across the threshold of her sex, and when she gasped a little in surprise he took her mouth roughly with his own, at the same moment plunging his fingers into her. It only hurt for a moment, then the warmest pleasure she'd ever felt rushed through her every cell and it was all she could do not to buck her hips against his hand as it took her over.
He toyed with her, sucking on her tongue languidly and at the same time moving his fingers in an achingly slow rhythm until her moans were all he could hear. He let go of her mouth so he could watch her face as he moved his thumb up to her most sensitive self. He stroked it once, twice, and again and each time she gasped a little deeper and her body tensed just a little more. He picked up the rhythm and she could feel the warmth in her lower belly growing and spreading through each limb, every nerve alighting in a way she'd never thought possible. She became aware of a sound then and realized it was the blend of her soft moans and Riddick's purring. He really was enjoying this almost as much as she.
She was soo close now, so close she could taste it like honey across her tongue. All she could feel were the sensations he created; everything else around them just disappeared. She couldn't help it, her hips moved of their own accord now working desperately against his hand. The friction was going to kill her. Every single fiber in her was screaming for release. She felt her whole body tensing, every muscle tightening around the warmth she felt.
Suddenly the warmth in her exploded and a sweet tingle washed over her. She arched up screaming his name despite her best efforts to bite her tongue.
"Ah Riddick! OH GOD RID-" Once again he crushed her mouth with his own and could almost taste her pleasure there like a potion meant only for him. His tongue driving into her mouth sent little aftershocks shuddering through her and she moaned into him. He broke the kiss leaving her heaving for breath. His mouth moved beside her ear.
"Mmm, Jack," he whispered her name darkly.
Suddenly, she shot straight upright in her bed, sweating profusely and a little confused.
Somewhere else, somewhere far across the universe, a certain highly wanted convict did the same.
Fantastic imagination? Dream? Astral projection? I'll let you draw your own conclusions );o)
