Treacherous

***I don't apologize for letting the last chap end right there. A writer has to have some fun! mwahahaha!

Bell was nearly giddy. Gods! Was she really going to have sex with Richard B. Riddick? Apparently reality was taking a hiatus.

The muscles of his shoulders stood out in relief with the effort to hold her. Shadows fell across them as he moved, making a tapestry of light on his flesh. Never had she lusted for any man, or woman for that matter, as much as she did right now.

Licking his warm skin. Up his shoulder to his neck. No hairline to stop her, she licked right up to his ear and then concentrated on his neck. He growled at her brazen display, making her aware really of how daring she was being. But it didn’t matter. For the first time she didn’t give a damn what anyone thought of her and instinctively knew that he would accept whatever she gave.

The bed where she’d slept so many hours ago now would serve a better purpose now. Riddick went down with her. One hand on her ass, and the other arm locked around her. She’d never felt so efficiently manipulated and couldn’t help smiling at the novelty of being carried at her age.

Only one objective.

Bell didn’t expect a lot of foreplay, and didn’t get any. As soon as they were both horizontal his hands were on her again. Sliding up her bare leg to her shorts. Lifting her shirt, exposing more flesh. His mouth took hers again and it didn’t matter. No thought could penetrate the fog of her mind as he enticed her, directed her, claimed her.

She sighed, moaned, panted, and felt that she was writhing beneath him, wanton and uncaring.

Breasts free, his head dipped to torture her and she marveled in it. Even in this he was a force to be wary of. Demanding, and literally consuming. She surprised herself with her eagerness to offer herself to him.

With his hands now free her shorts went next, yanked down and free in a fluid motion that had him raising off of her. As he came back down between her spread legs his mouth released her assaulted nipple. She lay naked before his reflective gaze, his eyes scanning her disposed form before stopping on her face.

Bell had never felt more naked, or more pleased with herself. Shameless behavior seemed to suit her. “Some sort of inspection I wasn’t expecting?”

His lip curled in a smile, “You’re full of surprises, Jezebella.”

She grunted at her full name, “Why thank you, Richard.”

His breath fanned her face with his exhale. “Your turn. Only one thing left,” he murmured.

His gaze was so intent on hers that for a moment she just enjoyed the weight of it and getting lost in it. Even his smallest look or slightest gesture seemed intense, significant.

Pants. He was indicating that she should help him. Another unasked-for gesture of consideration. If he wasn’t more careful she might start thinking that he was being kind.

Slowly she slid her hands down his chest, over his stomach, enjoying the trip. He rose so she could release the closure on his soft denims.

His erection sprang free and into her hand. Not giving her prudent side time to react, she allowed her cupped hand to slide down. Hot, damp and impossibly hard. His eyes closed, head bowing at her caress. Time stood suspended. This simple intimate gesture linked them, and would bond them for however long they lived. The import of her actions, their actions, their current position, sent a shiver of apprehension through Bell. She could never turn back from this moment on.

As if to illustrate her very thoughts he descended on her, mouth and body. All she could do was sigh and accept.

No teasing, coaxing kisses. His tongue plunged into her as his body settled onto her. Pinned.

Without breaking the onslaught of his lips and tongue he positioned himself. Pants lowered, her hands shoved aside, her legs spread and vulnerable.

Bell did the only thing she could. She sucked at the questing tongue in her mouth, teasing it, encouraging it. And she held on. Her hands felt ridiculously small gripping his sinewy bulk, but she knew it would display the message she wanted to give. She was not backing out, she would not turn him down. She wanted this as much if not more than he did.

Rough hands caught and held her hips. His shoulder beside her took the brunt of his weight as he lifted her butt, holding her and slowly penetrated her.

Bell cried out, unable not to. Just the touch, the first feel of him was incredible. Not unbearable, but in no way pleasurable yet.

He continued. Head lowered now as she panted and clawed at his shoulders. His hands moved her hips as he moved his own, bringing them together, closing the gap.

It had been so long. She felt so small. He felt so big. Pain splintered from his progression and she cried out. But he didn’t stop or even slow. His hips churned, hers writhed, and slowly despite her grunts and gasps he sank into her until she was pinned in a new way.

His body shook above her, but not nearly as much as hers.

“You’re fuckin’ tight,” he growled against her ear.

“No shit? You’re fuckin’ killing me,” she retorted, both angry at him and herself.

“Relax.”

She tried. Taking deep breaths and focusing on what didn’t hurt, but it did little good until his mouth closed on the pulse in her neck.

Brow knitted, she turned her head to allow him better purchase.

Teeth gnawed, lips sucked and she moaned, not feeling her own body slowly relaxing beneath and around him.

The first thrust of his hips made her scream, anticipation of the pain causing her to overreact. But there was no pain. Like every woman’s body since Eve’s, hers had adjusted to the intrusion and was now, finally, finding it quite enjoyable.

All inhibitions gone, Bell clung to him as he thrust into her with an animalistic pace and zeal. Feeling more like a tool than a person, but having expected it, she met his hard fervor.

Wasn’t survival sex something experts studied? Two people barely hanging onto life find succor and affirmation of existence in each other’s arms. Whatever the cause or reason behind the need, the lust, the act itself, Bell was thankful for it. Not just for getting laid, not just for the heavy liquid feeling starting to take over her brain and limbs, and not just for the connection to this man. But for all of those reasons and more. She’d never felt more alive than she did now. Having been one of the lucky survivors of a terrible crash, abetting a murderer, traveling inhospitable land, fearing death of one kind or another nearly every waking moment. She’d survived, and she’d done well. Either as a culmination or another bump along this journey, having Richard B. Riddick sweating and pumping into her was one of the best moments of her life.

Their breaths quickened and sweat dotted and ran. Bell moaned nearly continuously as Riddick labored over her, pounding into her steadily, his body harder than she’d have thought possible.

A hand gripped her ass from beneath, pulling her higher, changing his angle. Bell gasped and arched into him.

Riddick growled as he slammed into her roughly, then stilled. “Talk to me, Bell. What do you need?”

Bell slowly opened her eyes, not sure he was actually speaking. Wasn’t the guy just supposed to go at it for a couple of minutes and then brag later? What was this new development?

Gleaming eyes shined down at her from an equally shiny face. Damn, but he was gorgeous.

“I’m not superman. What do you need?” His voice was tight, strained like she’d never heard it. But of course he was strained. The poor guy hadn’t gotten any for years or something and he’d stopped for her!

It took her nearly thirty seconds to realize what he was asking. How to get her off? She was thrown by the mere fact that he KNEW, and then thrown again that he would care. She wasn’t promiscuous, but through all the men she’d been with not once ad she ever gotten off during sex. None of them had seemed to even notice. Riddick not only had noticed, but was stopping the proceedings to rectify it.

“I don’t know,” she whispered.

He growled. Teeth bared, growled at her.

When he moved, she obeyed his directing hands and she found herself on her knees beside the bed. A fraction of a second later Riddick was behind her, spreading her, entering her swiftly.

Bell cried out and gripped handfuls of blanket. His heat surrounded her now, pressing her into the firm mattress, and seemed to literally pierce her.

They rocked the bed. Three strokes, four. His hand gripped her leg and lifted, bringing her knee up. The change of angle had her crying out and nearly clawing at the bed. It was too much. He was going to rip her in half! But he never hesitated, pinning her to the bed with his thrusts.

“Oh, God, Riddick!”

She meant it as a plea, willing him to stop, but it only encouraged him.

Bell screamed, the dusty mattress muting the sound. Her sensitive flesh could perfectly feel every smooth inch of him sliding into her, then reversing directions, before beginning again. Her body ached. The coarse material beneath her aggravated her nipples and tender belly.

A hot hand on her head turned her face from the mattress and she drew in gasping breaths. Without thought her mouth closed over one of his fingers and sucked hard.

His tempo was doubled, nearly manic now, slamming into her. His breath was coming in soft growls near her ear. One particularly deep thrust touched something inside her and she gasped around his finger. Again, and then again.

A sort of pressure was building, tightening inside her. She wanted to pull away, but found her back arched and even pushed back to meet him.

Oh, god, what was happening to her?

Slap. Slap. Slap. She bit down on his finger, and he did the same to her back, startling a cry out of her. His hand slid down, easily finding a gap between her and the bed. Long hard fingers cupped her slick pussy and it worked as a counterpoint, setting the growing heaviness inside her free.

Bell didn’t remember releasing his finger from her mouth, or crying out, or bucking against him. Only his heat behind her, inside her, registered as physical contact and everything else faded. There was no sound, smell, sight, nothing. For endless moments she was lost in the sensation of her insides cascading and literally erupting.