Apprentice

Ardath Rekha


 


Chapter Thirty-six: Jack - Consummation

I love you too, she'd been about to say, when Riddick's lips cut her off from the power of speech. It took her a ridiculously long time to figure out what was happening.

He'd lifted her into his lap and pulled her tightly against him by the time she realized that it wasn't her imagination, that her dreams really were coming true. She put her own arms around him and opened her mouth up to him completely. The rest of the universe could go to hell if it liked; she was exactly where she wanted to be.

In all of her dreams about kissing Riddick, she had never imagined the taste of his mouth. Now it overwhelmed her. She sank into it, reveling in it. It was the most wonderful taste in any world...

Finally they broke apart. Jack gasped, trying to remember when she'd last taken a breath. Her lungs felt like they were on fire, although at the moment a good deal of her body felt that way. Riddick was gasping, too. He buried his face in her hair and his lips pressed against her ear.

Jack began to pant harder as Riddick's tongue flicked against her earlobe and darted along the edge of her ear. It stirred ticklish sensations within her that ran down her back and between her legs, things she'd never felt before in her life. Her tiny mewl of pleasure was met with an answering groan from deep within Riddick's chest.

Please, God, she thought with what little sanity she had left, don't let him change his mind...

His teeth gently nipped at her earlobe, tugging on it. She moaned again as she felt his tongue trace down along her jaw to her throat. His hands came up to her head, tilting it back before his mouth clamped down hard on the skin of her throat. Jack couldn't stay still. Her body was writhing a little under the onslaught of so much unfamiliar sensation, such exquisite pleasure. Her hands clutched onto Riddick's massive shoulders for support.

She was so dizzy that she didn't realize he was lowering her onto the bed until she felt her mattress pressed against her back. His mouth was still locked on her throat, but his hands had left her back and were now running along her sides, stroking her hips and legs, sliding up to her abdomen. New nerves awakened everywhere his hands touched. She moaned yet again as his hands cupped her breasts through the fabric of her top.

His mouth slid down to the base of her throat and he ran his tongue along the fragile bones of her clavicle and into the hollow between them. His hands came up to push the straps of her top off of her shoulders as his mouth continued to explore, licking and nibbling at her skin.

Suddenly he released her and sat up. He was panting, staring down at her with a look of amazement on his face. She met his eyes, trying to will him to keep going, to not stop...

After a moment his breathing slowed. With great deliberation, he straddled her hips and reached for the waist of her top, pushing it upwards. She arched her back up and helped him pull the top over her head. His eyes were fixed on her exposed breasts, now.

"Beautiful..." he whispered, the barest thread of sound. His fingers lightly brushed against her skin, teasing her nipples into hard peaks. She heard herself make a sound almost like a purr as his hands became less gentle.

Just when she thought she was going to go crazy, he bent his head down and flicked his tongue against one nipple, sending jolts of pleasure through her body. She felt the tip of his tongue trace the circle of her areola, and then felt his teeth graze her flesh. Her back arched, pushing her breast up against his mouth and he drew her nipple in, sucking on it.

Her hands came around the back of his head, holding him against her. In response, he sucked harder, the fingers of one hand playing with the nipple of her other breast. She stroked the back of his head and neck, reveling in the feel of the short stubble under her fingers as much less familiar sensations pooled in her belly. She cried out as he nipped at her gently.

He released her and began running his tongue over her breast in a leisurely spiral. Traveling along the crease on its underside, his tongue moved to her other breast and began tracing the same spiral in reverse until he locked onto her unplundered nipple. She began to writhe once more from the sensations spreading throughout her body. His hands pressed down on her hips, holding her still. He'd moved downward and was straddling her thighs now, bent intently over her breasts.

His mouth released her nipple again and for a moment he rested his head against her chest, gasping, his breath hot against her skin.

"I shouldn't be doing this," he panted after a moment. "I should stop..."

"Don't you dare stop," she managed.

His head came up and he stared into her eyes for a long moment. Then he crawled forward slightly and grasped her mouth with his once more, pressing his body down on hers.

Another fantasy was left in the dust; the sensation of extra gees against her body could never compare to this again. She could feel the muscles of his chest against her skin, through the fabric of his shirt--

Not fair! she thought, I want to feel his skin too...

She could feel his heart pounding against her. Her own heart skipped for a moment and fell into the rhythm of his. She reached down and grabbed at his shirt, trying to pull it up and off of him.

He released her mouth and sat up, chuckling, pulling his shirt off for her. "That better?"

She nodded, speechless as she stared up at him, tracing his contours with her eyes. His was the perfect human form, she thought distractedly. She reached out and ran her hands along his abdomen, feeling the muscles twitch beneath her touch. He growled contentedly as her hands slid up to his chest. She tugged at his shoulders, urging his body back down against hers.

He kissed her again, harder than ever, while her hands explored his broad back, familiarizing themselves with every muscle and vertebra. There were some scabbed scratches running along his back and she wondered if he'd gotten them during his bout of madness. He flinched slightly when she touched them and she moved away from them, tracing his spine.

He let go of her mouth but did not move away. "You... are... amazing..." he gasped out, pressing his forehead against hers.

"Just don't stop," she managed to whisper after a moment. Her mouth felt wonderfully bruised. "Just don't change your mind."

He groaned. "I can't, now. It's too late." He sat up for a moment, hovering above her in the dim light of her room. The expression on his face was odd. Open and vulnerable, nuances of emotion chased each other across his features. Tenderness mixed with ravenous lust... delight with fear... she'd never seen him look like this before. She suspected that no one had.

He crawled backward and lowered his face to her breasts again. His lips were gentle as he kissed first one nipple, then the other. He ran his tongue down along her sternum to her abdomen. Her abdominal muscles began to flinch as he played his lips and tongue across them.

Amazing sensations spread through her, an almost-ticklish feeling but much more intense. She couldn't suppress her cries and the way her body began to writhe under the onslaught. She'd had no idea these feelings even existed and now they were overwhelming her. Her hips began to roll in response.

She felt his hands grasp the waistband of her leggings and drag them down over her hips, pulling her panties off at the same time. His mouth left her stomach and he sat up for a moment as he drew her pants down her legs and pulled them off. He tossed them to the floor. For a long moment he stared down at her again, intent upon her as a hunting cat upon its prey.

His hands rested on her knees for a moment and he slowly opened her legs, moving to kneel between them. His fingers stroked along the insides of her thighs as he spread her legs wider.

"So beautiful..." he whispered again, gazing down at her.

She closed her eyes as he bent down over her. His lips touched down on her hipbone, surprising her. His tongue flicked against it for a moment and then his mouth lifted away. He settled on her other hipbone a moment later and repeated the process. Then he ran his tongue on a leisurely arc from there to her navel and back to the first hip while she shivered and tiny noises escaped her throat.

She gasped when she felt his breath ruffle her pubic hair, and gasped again when his fingers came down to rest lightly on her labia. He drew her open slowly and exhaled again, this time on her delicate, exposed flesh. She waited, panting, as she felt him spread her even wider. When the tip of his tongue came down to flick against her clitoris she was unable to prevent herself from crying out.

He flicked at her again, and once more, teasing her mercilessly before he relented and began to stroke her flesh with the length of his tongue. She'd given up trying to hold back any of her cries and each one seemed to spur him on, pushing him to use his mouth more forcefully. He began to nibble on her, drawing the folds of her inner labia into his mouth. She felt his tongue dart inside her and writhed with the beautiful sensations she was experiencing.

Her eyes flew open as he slid one finger inside her vagina.

"Oh God yes," she heard herself gasp. Her voice sounded like a stranger's.

She felt his finger curl slightly, pressing up against her pubic bone and a spasm of intense pleasure shuddered through her body. Her vision disintegrated and she didn't even hear her own cry of pleasure in response, although she knew she'd made it.

He began to stroke his finger in and out, pressing it up against the pubic bone with ever pass while his tongue continued to flick at her. Jack could barely breathe now. Waves of pleasure were crashing over her, so intense they were almost painful. She felt her arms and legs twitching, out of her control. Her voice was rising, exploding out of her with each stroke. In a moment she felt like she would explode...

It struck her like a space crash, obliterating consciousness and sanity for a long moment. Distantly, she could hear her own voice screaming her pleasure, screaming his name while her body thrashed wildly under him. Where she was, however, there was nothing but sensation, not even self.

"You okay in there?" she heard Riddick murmur a while later. It took her a moment to remember how to speak.

She swallowed and nodded, letting her breathing catch up with itself. "Wow," she finally managed. "Was that what I think it was?"

He lay down next to her with a pleased grin on his face. "You'd know better than I would, Darlin'. But I sure hope you weren't fakin'."

"I think it was." She felt a huge smile spread across her face. "Shit, Riddick, I think I had an orgasm!"

He laughed softly and rested one large hand on her stomach. "What, was it your first?"

"With anybody else in the same room? Definitely." He laughed even more when she said that. "And even alone... no, I've never felt anything like that before. Maybe I got close to it once or twice, but... yeah, Riddick, that was my first."

"I'm glad," he rumbled, pulling her up against him so that her head rested on his chest. "I wanted you to have one first, because the next part is kinda rough."

She blinked and lifted her head, confused. "Why would it be rough?"

Not that she'd necessarily mind, but...

"Oh come on, kid. You've had your health classes; you know that a girl's first time can be painf--"

"First time?" She couldn't help the little giggle that escaped. "Riddick, you know I'm not a virgin."

Now he blinked and looked confused. "What are you talking about, Jack? I didn't know that. When--?"

"I told you. Ages ago. I told you back when we were killing time in the skiff."

He frowned. It looked like he was searching his memory. "No, I'm pretty sure you didn't. Shit, kid, you were thirteen back then; I think I'd remember if you'd told me that."

"I know I told you. Riddick, why do you think I ran away from my uncle Boris in the first place?"

Comprehension dawned on his face. "That motherfucker raped you?"

"Niecefucker, actually. Yeah. I know I told you this stuff. I thought that's why you didn't mind telling me about what happened to Christina."

"Jack, if I'd known he did that, he'd be dead now. They'd have found him wearing his guts as fashion accessories long ago." He closed his eyes and sighed heavily. "What did he do to you, Darlin'? What happened?"

She sighed too. It was something she hated thinking about. Maybe that was the problem. Maybe, back when she thought she'd told him, she'd only actually hinted at it. Well, he had a right to know.

"It was maybe a month and a half after my parents' accident. I'd never liked my uncle Boris but he was the only relative we had nearby who wanted to take me in. I didn't like any of my dad's relatives, actually. They were all fuckin' creepy. My mom's whole family was back on New Belgium and I only ever saw them once, when I was six."

"So you had to go live with your creepy uncle Boris." Riddick's hand began stroking her hair.

"Yeah. And he always wanted me to sit in his lap, which I hated. I mean, I liked that, when it was my mom, or my dad... or you... but I never liked it with him. And then, one night he came home and he was drunk and he just climbed into bed with me." She stopped and swallowed hard. Oh yeah, the first time was painful. Especially when you were small and scared and begging the guy to please, please stop-- She shuddered with the memory and felt Riddick's arms come around her tightly.

"You know I'm going to kill him," he growled.

"Next day I had to go to school. I felt awful. I could barely walk and I was bleeding and I kept having to run to the bathroom to throw up. I told the school nurse I was having my period. That was a total lie. I hadn't even started menstruating yet. Thank God. Can you imagine if he'd gotten me pregnant?"

"Tryin' not to," Riddick muttered. His jaw was clenched and his eyes were smoldering.

"That whole day... all I could think about was what he'd probably do to me when he got home that night... And then I'd have to throw up again."

"Don't blame you, kid. I hope you didn't blame yourself."

Jack felt tears start in her eyes. "I did, a little. I kept trying to figure out what I'd done to encourage him--"

"Nothing. He was just a sick fuck." He gave her waist a squeeze to punctuate his declaration. "Did he hurt you again that night?"

Jack nodded and swallowed again. "As soon as he got home. I think he raped me five times before he finally fell asleep."

"Oh, Jack." Riddick let out a harsh breath. "I'm going to spend days killing him for that."

"I didn't go to school the next day. I pretended to catch the bus and then I sneaked back into the house after he went to work. I took anything I could find that looked like it was worth some money, and all the cash he had, and I just took off. Tried to get to New Belgium, but I only got as far as Seti Station. I almost got picked up by this sicko with a thing for little girls, but I got away, and that's when I decided I'd be better off pretending to be a boy. So I cut off my hair and joined this little gang of kids and learned how to steal wallets so I could put together the rest of my fare. After a while, though, I decided I didn't want to go to New Belgium. I wanted to see the galaxy."

And, of course, she'd wanted to see her outlaw idol, the man she'd aspired to be like so nobody would mess with her ever again: Richard B. Riddick.

"So he's the only one you've ever been with," Riddick finally mused.

"'Til now." She turned her face up and smiled at him.

"'Til now..." he sighed. "Jack, I shouldn't be doing this either. I'm supposed to be taking care of you, not taking advantage of--"

"God damn it, Riddick! Don't even start going there!" She shoved him onto his back and climbed on top of him, glaring down at his surprised face. Later she would laugh when she thought about this moment: Richard B. Riddick, Big Evil himself, pinned under a pissed-off naked girl.

"It's true, Jack," he insisted softly. He didn't move, however.

"The fuck it is! I'm a legal adult now! And I'm in love with you, dammit! I have been for a very long time and I've dreamed about this. You're not making me do anything I don't want to do."

He looked so confused. So lost. She sighed, feeling the anger drain away. She'd never been able to stay angry with him for long, no matter how badly he pissed her off.

"Riddick," she said after a moment. His eyes snapped to hers. "Do you love me?"

"Yes," he whispered.

"Do you want me?"

"Yes."

"And I love you and I want you and the only thing that's wrong here is you trying to talk yourself out of this. Now what are you going to do?"

He pulled her down onto him and kissed her hard.

 

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