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Escape	By : talvari737 Category: M through R > Pitch Black Views: 3631 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: Disclaimer: I do not own Riddick, or any of the characters from the CoR verse, so therefore, I make no profit from this. Just like everyone else, I really, REALLY, wish I did. Or that I could just have Riddick. But I c

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Cierce
She wasn�t nervous, and she sure as hell wasn�t scared. Yeah, right. She could try to lie to herself all she wanted, but the sheen of sweat all over her body and the tremors shooting through her legs betrayed her in the worst ways. What the fuck was she thinking, anyways?
She stood before Richard B. Riddick, a convicted murderer, an escape artist, a down right asshole from what she heard, and she couldn�t not be frightened. Not so much of the man himself, no� He was beyond gorgeous. Thick, solid muscles were outlined with shadows and even in the dim light it was obvious how much brute strength he must have. Even through his clothes � a black t-shirt, black pants, black leather boots- it was obvious. His very presence was imposing and she shivered again. She looked closer at his face, where his masculine, angled features caught what little lighting there was in an almost beautiful way. His eyes glinted a ghostly silver and she caught her own reflection looking back at her.
No matter how imposing he was, no matter how strong he was, she still wasn�t afraid of him, exactly. She just couldn�t believe what she was about to do. But it was put up or shut up time.
Without saying a word, she reached out to caress him again. He had responded better than she had expected last time, even leaning into her touch, or maybe she had imagined that. But this time, when her hand touched his shoulder, the growl he let loose almost made her want to leave then and there. But she had made up her mind. Instead of stepping back, like her mind was screaming for her to do, she moved forward. Leaning in with her body, she made sure he would have a look down her shirt as she leaned into to inhale his musk scent. The smell of sweat hit her nose, but under it was the smell of spice. It thrilled her and without realizing it, she licked her lips.
Tensing herself, she leaned in further, her thighs beginning to caress his left knee, and sighed into his ear. She allowed her tongue to dart out and taste his neck and this time, when he growled, it wasn�t a sound that made her want to run. It made her want to turn into a puddle at his feet. She felt her thighs become damp and she almost cursed the fact that she hadn�t worn panties. But it would have made everything so much more difficult if she had.
She continued to dart her tongue in and out of her mouth, lapping at his neck and shoulder. When she grew a little braver, she actually began to plant feather-soft kisses against the juncture of his neck and shoulder, and up towards his ear. She suckled at his ear lobe and realized when he growled and she felt the reverberation in her own chest that she had herself almost completely pressed against him. Panic almost swept in, but she steadied herself. She settled back on to his knee, and began to rub her hands down his body. She stopped at his waist where a very obvious bulge stood out in the dull lighting. She looked straight into Riddick�s eyes for the first time and realized that he had not yet taken his eyes off of her yet. The look he was giving her was mixed. Weariness, lust, and a hint of a dare. She got the message. Go ahead, touch.
She pursed her lips and swallowed, her mouth suddenly dry. She ran her hands down his chest again, slower this time. When she reached his waist, this time she did not hesitate. She ran the length of her palm against him. Only a slow blink indicated that he even felt it. But it encouraged her anyways. She began to massage him, slowly, working up the pressure of her hand on him until it was evident that he was feeling it. His jaw was clenched and his breath came just a little faster. Now was time for the main action
She settled herself so she was straddling is knees, making sure her skirt was pulled up just right, never noticing that the remote control she had snagged from the captain was beginning to slip out of one of the side pockets.
She noted that for the first time he wasn�t staring at her face, but his gaze had moved lower to what was between her legs. She blushed furiously, but ignored the temporary embarrassment and instead moved to focus on her task at hand. The way the restraints were designed made it easier; after all, it put his upper torso pulled back against the wall, but left his waist and lower torso jutted out and snapped in place on the seat. Not to mention, his legs were spread apart just the right way. It was like someone had designed it to be used in this way. Then again, they probably had models of it in sex shops for those who liked a little pretend danger. She was playing with real fire, and found that she didn�t exactly hate the way her heart was beating as if it were trying to esacep.
She expelled the breath of air she had been holding and again looked down to the bulge. Riddick had gone back to starring at her and she found it so very unnerving. But it was the same �I dare you,� look as before, so she wouldn�t let herself back down. She settled for a small smirk on her face as she began to slowly pull down the zipper of his fly. It wasn�t surprising that Riddick was a commando kind of man, but it did surprise her that he attempted to move his hips to free himself. Then again it had to be uncomfortable.
For a moment, all she could do was stare. It had been awhile since she had sex as well and it wasn�t like her last guy had been all that well endowed. Riddick was well-sized, both length and width. She watched with fascination as he twitched a few times in anticipation. She couldn�t help but feel things low in her clench. She stood herself up, steadied herself, and starred right back at those silvery eyes. Then she positioned herself and slowly slid down. The moment his cock touched her, she let out a sigh. Slowly, so slowly, she let him fill her. She could feel every inch of his hard dick inside of her, filling her, and it excited her all the more. Riddick�s eyes were narrowed, his jaw clenched tighter than before. He growled so low, so deliciously. It made her shiver and she began to move up and down just a little bit faster.
She heard his grunts and growls and realized that he was frustrated and desperately trying to move his hips with hers. She smiled a devious little smile, realizing that she actually had the upper hand. This was Riddick, and here she was, riding him. It was all so hot suddenly, she let out a low moan and ground herself against him.

Riddick
Holy fuckin� shit, god damn, fuck me, and just about every other cuss he could come up with at the moment. This women had to be fucking insane, had to have some motive. He was going to get screwed over, he just knew it. Even as he thought that, he couldn�t help but groan and growl in frustration. His last fuck had been short and boring. He had paid the woman a few credits and she had just laid there like a dead, cold fish. Her twat had been dry as hell too. Almost made him smile to remember that old Earth cartoon, �Is there any tread left on the tires at all, or is it almost like throwing a hot dog down a hallway,� but couldn�t manage it.
This chick, damn. Her pussy was so tight and so wet. She smelled so damn good, too. He watched her eagerly, barely blinking, barely even registering the fact that he was trying to thrust back into her. She was going so damn slow, It was torture. Exquisite, yes, but torture all the same. He watched as her head tilted back and he desperately wanted to taste her, to lick his tongue down her throat, to capture her breasts in his hands, to thrust hard and fast and deep into her. He barely knew her, but he did know he wanted to make her scream. Scream his name. Imagine that, and a merc, too.
He groaned again each time she moaned. Dammit, he wanted to be free. He looked down at her, watching his cock slide in and out of that sweet, sweet pussy and was more desperate than ever to get those fucking restraints off. He began to drag his eyes back up her body when movement caught his eyes. There was something metal sticking out of a pocket on her skirt. He noticed that with each movement, it came that much closer to sliding out. It looked damn familiar�
And then he remembered. It was the master control to the restraints. Well how fucking lucky for him. He remembered that dumbass captain, Whats-his-ass, bragging about his genius idea, how much easier it was to transport prisoners. A press of a button here and there, and these restraints would all but pop off. Now if he could just move her a little more�
Without warning, she reached up and unsnapped the gag around his mouth. Temporarily distracted, he jerked his head up and growled with relief. Not a moment�s hesitation, and he had captured her smooth lips roughly with his. He nipped at her lower lip and a moment later, her silken tongue began to tease his own set of lips. Eagerly, he opened his mouth and darted his own tongue into her mouth. Hot, delicious. He settled himself deep within his seat and thrust up, hard, not caring that the shackles bit into his legs, or that his ribs were probably cracked with the force of the movement.
And fuck, if that didn�t feel good. She hadn�t expected it and had let out the sweetest of moans. And the way his cock had just slid into her, so deeply, so quickly, and the way she had tightened around him.. It was all almost enough to make him forget the device that he had successfully knocked free of her pocket. Now if only he could get one of them to step on it, and he�d be free.
Settling himself into the seat again, he thrust up a second time. She was ready this time, and thrust down at the same time. It didn�t take as long as expected to be free; as she came down on him, he hit that sweet spot inside of her and she lost her balance as she came. He felt juices flood his cock at the same time that he heard her moan �Oh, fuck, Riddick!�. He could have lost it then, had he had any control to begin with. Then, suddenly, he was free. He looked down for a split second to see that she had stepped right on the remote, not only disabling the restraints, but completely annihilating the control. Then he was out of the seat and on top of her.
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