False Dawn

Riddick sank to his knees beside the bed, releasing her enough so she was sitting on the edge before him. Jack had to smile at the rush of emotion that clenched at her heart. How many people had Riddick gone willingly onto his knees for? She doubted there had been many.

The room was barely lit, the soft light of the outer room spilling through the open door to offer only the faintest glow. But Jack had grown accustomed to Riddick's required lack of light and could make out more in the near darkness than others would be able to. When Riddick stayed so still and just looked at her for so long doubt started to creep in again. Then his question startled her, "How many times, Jack?"

She didn't need to clarify what he was asking. He knew of two of her rapes, and she had seen how cautious he was with her after, treating her as if she might break, or explode. Yeah, she'd felt violated, used, dirty, but she'd also felt hope. Each of the four times she'd been raped she had been terrified and sickened, but she always found a way to move past it. She was alive when many weren't. She never got pregnant, that was a godsend itself. So even though she hated what she'd been through, and what had been done to her, she was just happy to go on, to live, and hopefully forget.

At first she didn't want to answer his question, not wanting to go over it now. Would he want details, specifics? But in the end he deserved to know. "Four, counting Johns."

He seemed shocked, his eyes widening the tiniest bit. "How? How did you survive that?"

She smiled at him and shrugged, "Riddick, I've seen a lot worse tortures in this world. I'm sure you've seen and been through quite a bit yourself." She shrugged again. "I'm alive. That's all that counts."

He shook his head and smiled softly at her as he moved toward her. His big hands captured her head and held her for his kiss. A sigh was pulled from her as his mouth ravaged her, teeth nibbling, lips caressing, tongue exploring.

She didn't know what to do with her hands, didn't know what to do at all. Her only experience was with the culmination of the act and she knew she didn't have to do anything for that, but everything leading up to it was a complete mystery. After her hands had gripped his arms, then moved away, then moved back, she finally set them against his bare chest. She felt half-witted; his teasing, stirring kiss was preventing her from thinking correctly or forming whole thoughts.

He smiled softly at her, still gently holding her head. "Relax, Jack."

She stared up at him and swallowed roughly, for the first time feeling the rush of fear along with the anticipation. "I feel so stupid. I don't know what to do."

His mouth dropped to her chin and then was working a hot trail down her throat. She instinctively tilted her head back, moaning in pleasure at the searing heat of his kisses, the rough sweep of his tongue over her throat.

"This is your first time, you're not supposed to know what to do." His low words fanned against her damp skin, causing a tremor of excitement. Like being held down and worked over by a large gentle cat, a playful predator, which was in truth, exactly the case. He moved onto her ear and she shivered at his husky whisper, "Just lay back, baby. I'll do everything."

She was clutching at his shoulders and the image of her lying beneath him caused that seed of panic to flare. "I'm scared."

He pulled back to look at her, those beautiful eyes flashing silver in the dark. He made her feel so small, or rather he seemed so big, towering over her.

"You know I would never hurt you."

His soft words made her smile, and she nodded, "I know."

"Then trust me."

He didn't wait for her response, but captured her lips again. He teased her tongue into meeting his, tentatively she tasted him, increasing that incredible feeling he was causing. Her breathing was coming faster and faster, making her feel like she was puffing while he was just as composed as usual. Again her mind stopped working, only receiving sensations and a quickening of her body that she'd never expected.

It was getting so damn warm! She was burning up! So when he started to lift the long shirt she had worn to bed she willingly gave it, though it was all she wore. He pulled away to draw it off her arms and she was left sitting before him in only her panties. Self-consciousness ballooned within her, making her want to cover herself, but she held back. Regrettably, the encounters from before filled her mind. She'd never willingly exposed herself to anyone, though three times her clothes had been ripped from her. She remembered the sneered comments of 'Hey, boys, we got ourselves a hot one here'. And as unrelated as those experiences were to this, it was the only thing she had to compare it to.

Riddick pulled her to him, wrapping his arms around her and simply hugging her to him. Jack gasped at the contact of flesh to flesh, and even he gave a low purr of sound as he smoothed his hands down her suddenly cool back. "Jack, I'm not going to do anything to hurt you. You're so beautiful. Thank you."

It was those last two words that nearly made her cry. Riddick was thanking HER.

Then she realized all at once that she was pressed against that perfect hard body of his and was free to touch. That low purr of sound came from his chest again as she opened her mouth and tasted him. His skin was salty against her tongue and she moved upward, wanting to taste more. She felt a thrill of satisfaction to hear that now his breathing was becoming harsh. Licking and kissing at the firm flesh, she reached his neck, copying what he had done to her. Those soft purrs of his were turning into growls of sound and she smiled against him, "You taste good."

He chuckled and pulled her back so that he could kiss her, his mouth more urgent now. Slowly he was laying her back onto the bed and she went willingly, forcing the tiny seed of fear aside. This was Riddick! Then he was kissing his way down her neck and then her chest. He reached her breast and gently pulled the tight nipple into her mouth. Fiery heat enclosed her, causing her breathing to catch and then huff out in short gasps. "Oh, god, Riddick!" She held onto his head, holding him to her as he slowly tormented her.

When he released her she moaned her disappointment before he moved to give the other nipple equal treatment. The air felt icy on her wet skin and she was crying out all over again. He worked his way down her stomach and then back up, nibbling and licking her skin until she was squirming in response. "Riddick, your mouth is so hot!"

He bit her in response, nipping the skin gently and then licking onward. Minutes went by and all he did was kiss her just about everywhere. His soft growls of what she took as appreciation washed over her. Her nipples were aching from his attention and she was moaning continuously, writhing beneath him.

Jack had been feeling moisture between her legs for quite a while, but didn't understand it. She felt hot and achy and . . . and like she wanted more. When he moved downward again, kissing along the edge of her panties she felt almost relieved that something else was going to happen.

His fingers grazed her hips and pulled her panties down and she didn't mind a damn bit. A shuddering cry escaped her when his mouth came down on her inner thigh. She felt her muscles jerk, and then her legs were spreading before him, almost unconsciously. His mouth was moving closer to her center and she wanted to scream. Anticipation and indecision warred inside her. He was going to kiss her there? As shocking as the idea seemed, she couldn't wait to feel it. Just thinking of that rough tongue and hot mouth against her sensitive flesh was driving her nuts.

And then he did it. Jack felt him literally fit his mouth over her and she shrieked at the unexpected heat. His hands held her still and gently spread her as his tongue lapped at her, repeatedly dragging through each sensitive crevice, his mouth sucking insistently. She was panting and clutching handfuls of the blanket, and after only a few moments she was feeling something swiftly building inside her. "Riddick. Oh, god. Oh, god," she whispered hoarsely, but he didn't let up and she wasn't sure if she even wanted him to. A strange feeling was rolling through her, increasing with each suckle or flick of his tongue and she felt like she was going to burst. Over and over he licked her, wet sounds coming from his suckling mouth, his hands gripping her to keep her in place as she thrashed beneath him.

Then her whole body tensed as something released inside her. She arched into his mouth, crying out. Her body felt tense and hot and relaxed all at the same time. The overwhelming flood slowed into wonderful tremors that continued to pulse through her, centered beneath his mouth. Her heart was gradually slowing and she felt completely sated. She couldn't help smiling lazily at those silver pools moving closer to her. He kissed her and she tasted the different flavor there, a musky taste that could only be herself, and she shivered in reaction, that unexpected heat coursing through her body all over again.

"Is that normal?" she whispered up to him.

"Yeah, baby, that's normal." His low voice thrummed through her.

"Kissing me there?"

He smiled at her question, "Yeah, that's normal too."

"Can I kiss you there?"

He chuckled this time, "Do you want to?"

She smiled, thrilled that what she was asking him seemed to please him. "Yeah, I want to see it."

"You've never seen one before."

It wasn't a question, but she shook her head anyway. "Not really. Can I see yours?"

He kissed her softly, "Yeah, Jack. You can take pictures if you want. I'll do whatever you want."

Her brows rose as she looked up at him. "Whatever I want?"

"Yeah, that's kind of part of it."

"There's more?" She felt like an idiot asking him these questions, but he was answering! She really did want to know, and after he'd kissed her there, a few questions seemed rather harmless.

His face returned to that deadpan, though she thought she caught a trace of regret. "You know there is."

She nodded and lowered her eyes from his, hating that it always came back to that. "Will it feel that good?"

A suggestive, nearly cocky smile spread across his face, the look seeming so unlike him. "Better," he said softly.

Her smile nearly matched his, "Really?"

He kissed her, his hands on either side of her head holding her for his nipping kisses. Flashes of silver looked down at her a moment later. "Are you okay with this? With me being here?"

She frowned, her sluggish mind trying to think of why it wouldn't be okay. Then it hit her. He was on top of her, holding her, pinning her down, and it didn't bother her in the least. "Yeah, Riddick. I'm okay with YOU being here."

His mouth covered hers, his tongue invading her. And that was all he did. For long minutes he just kissed her, causing that sluggish mindlessness as she panted for air. Eventually he lifted from her, pulling her up to sit before him as he got to his feet and then bent to slide his pants off. Jack's eyes widened when he stood before her, finally naked. His standing before her was obviously an invitation, and she didn't intend to turn it down.

The dark head of his dick shook slightly with his pulse and breathing, the shaft looked as rigid as bone with veins standing out beneath the skin. Slowly she wrapped her fingers around him, shocked at how soft the skin was. Silk over steel, and it was so warm. She heard the low growl of his breath as she tentatively touched him.

Sliding her fingers down the length she marveled at how the soft skin moved over the muscle within. The darker head, wider than the rest, like a mushroom on a long stalk, was almost spongy, the skin rougher, covered with little pits and bumps that she rubbed lightly with her fingertips. She gripped the length, handling him carefully, not knowing what would hurt him. When she squeezed him tighter, trying to get her fingers to touch all the way around him he groaned as if in pain, causing her to pull away.

"I'm sorry," she whispered, still staring.

He smiled as he leaned over her, urging her back. "Don't be."

They lay down together, him off to one side, and he instantly caught her lips. As his tongue teased her, his hand stroked down her body, cupping her breast, rubbing down her side, smoothing over her hip, and continuing down her leg. Up and down his hand roamed, reaching to her knee before sliding back up. His rough palm caused shivers to run through her, while his insistent mouth continued to rob her of her senses.

When those hard fingers slid between her legs, she cried out, though the sound was buried in his mouth. He toyed with her gently, his fingers rubbing over the slick heat, making her lift her hips to the incredible sensations.

"I don't want to hurt you, Jack. Tell me to stop at any time," he whispered against her lips moments before he slid into her.

She moaned into him, clutching his thick arm. Her mind registered that in the space of minutes they had gone from him swearing he wouldn't hurt her to telling her he didn't WANT to. It seemed significant, but his toying touch made her disregard any warning her mind might have formed. Then his finger stroked into her and she almost grinned in excitement when she felt her hips rocking with him. Two fingers. His mouth muffled her low moans. Three fingers.

Jack ripped her mouth away. "Oh, God!" She was panting and still couldn't seem to get enough air. His hand stilled within her and she groaned, her fingers digging into his upper arm.

"Are you okay?" he whispered, his lips touching her cheek as he spoke.

"Oh, god, Riddick. What are...? Oh, god." Her head twisted away from him. She hated this. There was something . . . She instinctively knew she needed something. Her hips remained still, nervous to actually cause the wonderful feeling to continue, and afraid that it would stop. It was so much stronger than before. If it became any more intense she feared she might scream, but, dammit, that was just what she wanted. Wasn't it?

"Jack?" She turned her head back, but her eyes rolled into her head, her fingers nearly clawing at his arm. "Jack! Am I hurting you?"

She felt tears burn the backs of her eyelids. God, she didn't want him to think he was hurting her, but she didn't think she could take anymore of this. "No," she managed to whisper. "God, no. Riddick, please."

He eased his fingers from her and she cried out, "No! Riddick. Oh, god, I—" she couldn't say it, didn't know what to say.

Then he was leaning over her, his lips touching hers and she nearly attacked him, eager to distract her mind from the ache of her body. Her hands gripped his back, only coming close to reaching all the way around him when he was lowest, pressing down onto her.

She felt him rubbing that thick head of his dick against her, the wetness there spreading with his gentle strokes and she gasped into his mouth. Then he pressed into her and they groaned together as he sank slowly in. Her legs spread, but obviously not far enough because he was urging her knees up. He slid deeper and her head fell back, her mouth open in a soundless cry. Oh, god! She never thought she could feel so full or so wonderful, or so joined to another person.

His chest kept radiating those vibrating growls and she smiled slightly just before he pulled back. She did scream this time, her sensitive flesh feeling as if it were drawing at him, trying to keep him in place. Her hands gripped at him, coming to hold him, of all places, around his neck. She could feel his groans vibrate through his throat as he sank back onto her, filling her even more. She cried out, squeezing his neck in her hands, probably cutting off his air, but she couldn't help it.

"Jack?" Her name came out as just a low grunting sound, and she marveled at his strength. She could feel his whole body rigid above her and in her, heat radiating off of him and through her, and he was worried about her!

"God, Riddick, please. Yes. Please." She was panting and arching beneath him, not knowing what to do, how to help, or move, or whatever.

His head dropped, trapping her thumbs beneath his chin. His mouth touched her chin and she quickly moved to meet it with her own. As her mouth opened beneath his, he sank into her further, and she jerked away, choking on the scream that was trying to escape.

He stilled and she felt his body relax a bit over hers. She knew there was no more, she managed to take all of that! His lips nipped at her exposed throat, his teeth grazing flesh. "Are you okay?" he asked between kisses, sucking at her neck in the most erotic way.

She felt like a pinned insect, his weight holding her in place, though she could feel the wonderful throb of their heartbeats in the place where they remained joined. "I think you're going to come out my throat."

He chuckled against her neck. "No, baby, I don't think so."

She groaned and brought her mouth down to receive one of those devouring kisses. "I feel so full," she said after a long minute.

He smiled that smile again, the one she'd never seen on him before tonight. It was a teasing suggestive, almost smug smile, and he looked so damn sexy she couldn't keep from kissing him. When it seemed like minutes had gone by and she was wondering if he was just intending to sleep where he was, he started to rock into her and she gasped.

Moments later she was clutching at him again, arching beneath him and crying out with each of his smooth strokes into her. When she opened her eyes she was almost startled to see those flashing points of light looking down at her.

"You're so beautiful, Jack," he purred against her lips. She just smiled and held onto him.

Something was winding tighter and tighter inside her. She could feel him tensing more with each thrust into her. Each time he bottomed out inside her she swore she could feel something move, being startled into a frenzied life that was splintering out from there.

He groaned low, the vibration of sound moving through his chest and into hers. His head buried into the pillow beside hers and from the sounds he was making she wondered for one fleeting moment if he was in pain.

Her eyes rolled into her head, her nails digging in as her body wound tighter and tighter still, becoming almost unbearable. The two sensations suddenly joined and she screamed as her mind and body exploded, her hips matching his rhythm as she cried out and jerked beneath him.

He growled low, thrusting deeper, harder, and the explosion kept going on and on until everything went dark.