A Kid Like Her (A Riddick - Jack Romance/Adventure Story)

Beginnings of Treason

Riddick slowly woke up to find Jack firmly ensconced in his arms. Both the sheet and the blanket that should have separated them were at the bottom of the bed. Then he noticed he wasn't on his side of the bed at all.  Don't remember movin' over here. He closed his eyes for a moment and it came to him. Oh, yeah. I wanted a piece of her but she wouldn't wake up. Wish I knew what the hell is goin' on. I can't keep my hands off her, and when I do get a hold of her, I wanna fuck so bad I can't think. Then again, I had a lot to make up for, had to make up with her, and it was her birthday. Must've put me in overdrive.

It was a little after eight, but he wasn't about to get up. Correction, the rest of him was not about to get up. Part of him was already wide awake, pressed firmly against her ass and scant inches from where it wanted to be. He silently groaned. Damn. Quit thinkin' with your dick. Not like you didn't have her plenty last night. Realizing his hand was partially under her breast, he moved his thumb across it, and her breathing altered for a moment. He grinned to himself. But it ain't last night anymore.

Twenty minutes later he was in the shower, still hard and now hurting, with Jack sleeping peacefully in bed. Riddick tried everything he could to coax her awake. He touched, he kissed, nibbled and nothing but a few sighs and a couple of moments where her breathing went a little faster. He got her aroused, that he could smell, but she was far too gone to wake up. He knew he could have gone ahead and had his way with her. Part of him was screaming to do it, but he wanted her awake. After attacking her with ice last night when she was asleep, she might not be too thrilled if he tried something again. Still, that wasn't helping his current problem. Wrapping his hand around his length, he stroked once then stopped, growling at himself.

"Fuck that. I'll give her five more minutes, then I'm waking her ass up, like it or not."

The second he left the bedroom Jack sat straight up, smiling. Now that he's been left hanging...time for a little fun of my own. Then he gets it for the ice. She pretended to stagger in the bathroom like she was still half-asleep. He heard her and when she was on her way back out of the bathroom, he pulled her into the shower.

She flopped her head against his chest. "Noooooo. I want to go back to sleep."

He shook his head, pointing down. "Not 'til you help me take care of a problem you started."

She looked down at his erection, then back up at him. "I caused this problem all the way from the bed with you in here?" She was unconvinced and yawned as she said it.

"No. You gave me this problem when I was in bed with you."

"Okay, so that makes sense. But you came in here....even though I was out there?" She leaned back and got her hair wet.

His frustration level was rising and she was having a good time. "No Jack. I tried to wake you up."

"Really?" She got some soap and started slowly washing his chest, keeping her tone very nonchalant. "Must of not tried very hard." Woah, big boy just got tense. Wonder if I'm pushing his self control or his temper. I really don't care which, but both would be even better.

She went back up to his neck and down his shoulders. "I did. For twenty minutes."

I think it's both. He looks like he's about to jump me, but his tone is clipped. She took one of his hands and trapped it between her elbow and body, then washed his arm, massaging it as she worked up. She felt his hand flex against her body. "And I slept through it all?"

She did his other arm next. "You did."

"Turn around please." Starting at the top of his back she worked down. "Well, what did you do?"