I Want You To Need Me
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M through R › Pitch Black
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
9
Views:
6,484
Reviews:
12
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
1
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Chapter 6: You're Mine.
Chapter 6: You're Mine....
***
He leans down and kisses me tenderly, as he enters me slowly.I can feel him rip the barrier of my innocence, making me his forever. My hands grip his shoulders as I feel a jolt of pain run through me. I clench my eyes shut, my nails digging into his skin. A few tears escape my eyes, as I gasp in pain. His mouth muffles my cries, as his massive hand reaches up and begins to caress my cheek. He stills, confident my barrier is broken, and studies my face.
"Jack.." He whispers soothingly. "Open your eyes baby."
I shake my head refusing to show him my redden eyes. Refusing to show the glint of tears that occupies the space. Even though tears have fallen, I still do not want him to see, that they still surface. He leans down and begins to kiss the ones still lingering on my face away.
"Come on baby." He kisses my lips softly. "Open them." Finally, I push away the pathetic, embarrassed feeling that has risen, and open my eyes.
When I look up, I see him staring at me, concern in his orbs. "You okay?" He asks. His hand racks through my matted, dishevel tresses. I blink, just staring at him. It's amazing how someone so feared, labeled as a mass murder, a criminal above all others could be so gentle, so tender as he was at this moment.
"I'm sorry..." I whisper, looking around him.
He smiles at me. "Why are you sorry?"
My eyes lock with his once more, as I try to find a way not to sound immature in my words. "For not being like the others." Oh, real smooth Jack. Now that's really gonna make him want to go further.
He studies my face once more, his brows furrowing. "What others Jack?" His voice is calm. Well, hopefully that means he isn't so pissed.
"The other women you've been with. For instance, Shelby." I remind him of the woman he was just with, not even two hours ago. He releases a long sigh as he moves a tad on top of me, causing his cock to twitch, and for me to moan. I open my eyes again, closing them for that one split moment of pleasure. I see him smiling at me, obviously smug at my reaction to his small "accident'.
"Jack...baby, they don't mean shit." He pauses, fighting within himself to find the right words. "Look, it isn't a big secret that I have had many women. But no one Jack, not even Shelby..." He stopped.
Oh God, what was he about to say? "Look, I'm not good at this shit Jack. I don't know how to tell you what I feel or anything bullshit like that. I'm not supposed to have feelings. I'm supposed to be this fuckin' bad-ass criminal that kills for no reason, and hates everyone." He swallows hard. "But, I don't hate you Jack. I could never hate you. You are the only one, that has made me feel. That has scared the fuck out of me, because of some screwed up emotion that you have stirred."
"Riddick, please don't go on. Just say you don't want to do this, say you want me to still be that annoying, pestering little kid you see me as, and let me go on with my life." I feel tears start up again, and I curse myself for being so fuckin' weak. Damn it Jack, get grip, don't let him get to you.
"Jack, what the hell are you talking about? If you would just shut you for a few minutes, and let me try to get these fuckin' words out, you might understand." His right hand comes up to rest on the back of the couch, as his other comes to my side, his hand holding him up onto of me, as his thumb caresses my hip.
"Go on then.." I whisper.
"Alright.." He looks at me, his eyes bearing his soul to me. "When I saw you on T2, yes...I thought you were a strange kid. Then, I realized you were a girl. It changed a lot, Jack. Seeing you shave you head, wear those goggles, imitating me. I knew you were different. I knew there was something about you, that was no other person I met." He growled, it was clear he hated himself for letting his guard down, and exposing himself so freely. "Jack, why do you think I took you with me? Why do you think I didn't leave you on that planet?"
I shrug a little. "Because of Fry..." I answer solemnly.
He shakes his head, well I guess that was the wrong answer. "No Jack, it's because..." He stopped again. "Because I felt something for you."
I look at him a little stunned. "Felt something for me? What do you mean?"
"I felt some..I dont know. Some fuckin' connection to you." He runs his hand over his newly shaven scalp.
"Connection?" He wasn't really making sense to me. I could somewhat catch his meaning, but the words were hiding a meaning he wasn't willing to voice.
He sighs again. "Yeah Jack. Like if I left you to die, if I didn't take you with me, and just pawned you off on Imam, that the only good in my life would be gone. You Jack. You are the only good I have ever known. You are the only thing that keeps me sane."
My eyes widen. I'm the only thing that's good in his life? I'm the only thing that keeps him sane? Wow, he really needed help with that one. I was nothing but trouble to him. Always making him annoyed, always questioning. "How can you say that? How can you say I'm your good? Your saneness? I've done nothing but make your life miserable."
His laugh resonates through the ship, the vibrations from his chest, transfer to me. What the hell was he laughing for? "Jack, you need to think before you speak." I raise my brows at him, as if saying, excuse me? That only produces another small chuckle. "You don't make my life miserable. You make it right." He touches my cheek once more. "I'm not doing this Jack for release." He knows my fears. "I'm doing this because I love you Jack. I've always loved you."
"Why did you never tell me?" I manage to say through the knot in my throat.
"Because I didn't want you to get hurt. Because I wanted something better for you, and that sure as hell isn't me." He has to be kidding. Something better for me? He's too good for ME.
"Riddick..." I brush my thumb over his lips. "I feel like I'm not good enough for you. You are perfect. I don't care about your past, or even your present. What you do, is what you do. It doesn't bother me. The only thing that ever bothered me..." I pause. "The only thing that ever bothered me, was you bringing home those whores, that wasn't good enough for you. And mainly because I wanted you and it..." My words ate stopped by his lips.
"Jack shut up.." I hear him whisper. "I love you, you love me. I'm about to make you mine. Make you scream my name." He wiggles his brows. That only makes me giggle. "So just let me make love to you, and make you happy."
"Will you be happy if we do this?" He smile widens, lighting the room, resembling the first rays of sunlight in the early morning hours.
"Baby, I'm already happy." He captures my lips once more, and pulls out of me, almost completely. I can feel the head of his erection still inside me. He looks deep into my eyes, as he slowly fills me once more. My mouth gapes open as the feeling of pain, is replaced by indescribable pleasure.
"Riddick..." I moan, as I feel his cock once more pull out and thrust in my wet tunnel. "Oh God..." I cry out. My hands caress his back, moving daringly down to his ass. I grip his ass, taking as much as my small hands will allow, and push him forward. I gasp as I feel a new waves of pleasure. He growls, obviously pleased that I am exploring.
"That's it baby. Do what feels good." I tighten my legs around him more, causing him to thrust deeper inside me.
"Please Riddick.." I beg him for more. I need to feel the passion between us, the love fill us. "More..." He sits up, grabbing my calf's and bringing my legs over his shoulders. His thrust increase, the tip of his erection quickly entering me, and pulling out. I sit up, my tongue slowly circling his small nipples, causing him to growl low.
"Fuck Jack...."
***
He leans down and kisses me tenderly, as he enters me slowly.I can feel him rip the barrier of my innocence, making me his forever. My hands grip his shoulders as I feel a jolt of pain run through me. I clench my eyes shut, my nails digging into his skin. A few tears escape my eyes, as I gasp in pain. His mouth muffles my cries, as his massive hand reaches up and begins to caress my cheek. He stills, confident my barrier is broken, and studies my face.
"Jack.." He whispers soothingly. "Open your eyes baby."
I shake my head refusing to show him my redden eyes. Refusing to show the glint of tears that occupies the space. Even though tears have fallen, I still do not want him to see, that they still surface. He leans down and begins to kiss the ones still lingering on my face away.
"Come on baby." He kisses my lips softly. "Open them." Finally, I push away the pathetic, embarrassed feeling that has risen, and open my eyes.
When I look up, I see him staring at me, concern in his orbs. "You okay?" He asks. His hand racks through my matted, dishevel tresses. I blink, just staring at him. It's amazing how someone so feared, labeled as a mass murder, a criminal above all others could be so gentle, so tender as he was at this moment.
"I'm sorry..." I whisper, looking around him.
He smiles at me. "Why are you sorry?"
My eyes lock with his once more, as I try to find a way not to sound immature in my words. "For not being like the others." Oh, real smooth Jack. Now that's really gonna make him want to go further.
He studies my face once more, his brows furrowing. "What others Jack?" His voice is calm. Well, hopefully that means he isn't so pissed.
"The other women you've been with. For instance, Shelby." I remind him of the woman he was just with, not even two hours ago. He releases a long sigh as he moves a tad on top of me, causing his cock to twitch, and for me to moan. I open my eyes again, closing them for that one split moment of pleasure. I see him smiling at me, obviously smug at my reaction to his small "accident'.
"Jack...baby, they don't mean shit." He pauses, fighting within himself to find the right words. "Look, it isn't a big secret that I have had many women. But no one Jack, not even Shelby..." He stopped.
Oh God, what was he about to say? "Look, I'm not good at this shit Jack. I don't know how to tell you what I feel or anything bullshit like that. I'm not supposed to have feelings. I'm supposed to be this fuckin' bad-ass criminal that kills for no reason, and hates everyone." He swallows hard. "But, I don't hate you Jack. I could never hate you. You are the only one, that has made me feel. That has scared the fuck out of me, because of some screwed up emotion that you have stirred."
"Riddick, please don't go on. Just say you don't want to do this, say you want me to still be that annoying, pestering little kid you see me as, and let me go on with my life." I feel tears start up again, and I curse myself for being so fuckin' weak. Damn it Jack, get grip, don't let him get to you.
"Jack, what the hell are you talking about? If you would just shut you for a few minutes, and let me try to get these fuckin' words out, you might understand." His right hand comes up to rest on the back of the couch, as his other comes to my side, his hand holding him up onto of me, as his thumb caresses my hip.
"Go on then.." I whisper.
"Alright.." He looks at me, his eyes bearing his soul to me. "When I saw you on T2, yes...I thought you were a strange kid. Then, I realized you were a girl. It changed a lot, Jack. Seeing you shave you head, wear those goggles, imitating me. I knew you were different. I knew there was something about you, that was no other person I met." He growled, it was clear he hated himself for letting his guard down, and exposing himself so freely. "Jack, why do you think I took you with me? Why do you think I didn't leave you on that planet?"
I shrug a little. "Because of Fry..." I answer solemnly.
He shakes his head, well I guess that was the wrong answer. "No Jack, it's because..." He stopped again. "Because I felt something for you."
I look at him a little stunned. "Felt something for me? What do you mean?"
"I felt some..I dont know. Some fuckin' connection to you." He runs his hand over his newly shaven scalp.
"Connection?" He wasn't really making sense to me. I could somewhat catch his meaning, but the words were hiding a meaning he wasn't willing to voice.
He sighs again. "Yeah Jack. Like if I left you to die, if I didn't take you with me, and just pawned you off on Imam, that the only good in my life would be gone. You Jack. You are the only good I have ever known. You are the only thing that keeps me sane."
My eyes widen. I'm the only thing that's good in his life? I'm the only thing that keeps him sane? Wow, he really needed help with that one. I was nothing but trouble to him. Always making him annoyed, always questioning. "How can you say that? How can you say I'm your good? Your saneness? I've done nothing but make your life miserable."
His laugh resonates through the ship, the vibrations from his chest, transfer to me. What the hell was he laughing for? "Jack, you need to think before you speak." I raise my brows at him, as if saying, excuse me? That only produces another small chuckle. "You don't make my life miserable. You make it right." He touches my cheek once more. "I'm not doing this Jack for release." He knows my fears. "I'm doing this because I love you Jack. I've always loved you."
"Why did you never tell me?" I manage to say through the knot in my throat.
"Because I didn't want you to get hurt. Because I wanted something better for you, and that sure as hell isn't me." He has to be kidding. Something better for me? He's too good for ME.
"Riddick..." I brush my thumb over his lips. "I feel like I'm not good enough for you. You are perfect. I don't care about your past, or even your present. What you do, is what you do. It doesn't bother me. The only thing that ever bothered me..." I pause. "The only thing that ever bothered me, was you bringing home those whores, that wasn't good enough for you. And mainly because I wanted you and it..." My words ate stopped by his lips.
"Jack shut up.." I hear him whisper. "I love you, you love me. I'm about to make you mine. Make you scream my name." He wiggles his brows. That only makes me giggle. "So just let me make love to you, and make you happy."
"Will you be happy if we do this?" He smile widens, lighting the room, resembling the first rays of sunlight in the early morning hours.
"Baby, I'm already happy." He captures my lips once more, and pulls out of me, almost completely. I can feel the head of his erection still inside me. He looks deep into my eyes, as he slowly fills me once more. My mouth gapes open as the feeling of pain, is replaced by indescribable pleasure.
"Riddick..." I moan, as I feel his cock once more pull out and thrust in my wet tunnel. "Oh God..." I cry out. My hands caress his back, moving daringly down to his ass. I grip his ass, taking as much as my small hands will allow, and push him forward. I gasp as I feel a new waves of pleasure. He growls, obviously pleased that I am exploring.
"That's it baby. Do what feels good." I tighten my legs around him more, causing him to thrust deeper inside me.
"Please Riddick.." I beg him for more. I need to feel the passion between us, the love fill us. "More..." He sits up, grabbing my calf's and bringing my legs over his shoulders. His thrust increase, the tip of his erection quickly entering me, and pulling out. I sit up, my tongue slowly circling his small nipples, causing him to growl low.
"Fuck Jack...."