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Alexa Play: The Space Between by Dave Matthews Band

R iddick tasted just as I imagined he would. Sea salt with a touch of something more earthy and masculine. It was like nothing I’d ever had before, and my entire body lit up as he forced his hot tongue into my mouth.

I moaned, and my body arched into him instinctively, which caused him to growl and pin me more firmly into the wall with his hips.

His fingers curled into my hair, and he controlled the movements of my head as he devoured my mouth. I’d never been dominated like this before. The girls I’d hooked up with had always been so shy and submissive.

This was a completely different experience, and now that I’d had a taste of what it felt like to be owned by Riddick, I didn’t think I could ever go back.

I gasped as he sucked my entire tongue into his mouth, pulsing on it with a wet, slurping sound before releasing me and doing the same thing to my bottom lip and then the top.

He nipped and bit at my mouth each time I whined, as if the sounds he was forcing out of me were little sweet treats that he’d earned for himself.

“Riddick…” I gasped, rocking my hips in an attempt to grind my painfully hard cock against his abdomen. “I need…”

He pulled his mouth away but increased the pressure of his hold on my hair and my hip, keeping me completely still and at his mercy.

“I know what you need, baby boy.”

With very little effort, he dropped the hand that had been controlling my head to my hip and pulled me off the wall.

I placed my hands on his shoulders to steady myself as he walked us toward my bedroom.

Oh fuck.

It was happening… Was he going to fuck me?

I hadn’t really thought that far ahead. I’d just wanted him to admit that he wanted me. Was I ready to fully commit to this?

I wasn’t sure I could back out now, not after the scene I’d made. Besides, my dick was so fucking hard I was sure I was leaking in my shorts. The last thing I wanted to do was say anything that might scare him off.

With his massive hands cupping each side of my ass, he gently squeezed me and pulled me apart as he walked. I felt my cheeks spread, and even fully clothed, it was insanely erotic and nerve-wracking.

“Do you have any idea how badly I’ve wanted to split this fucking ass in two?” he growled, kicking the door to my room open and dropping me down on the bed.

I whimpered, but he leaned over me, pressing me back onto my elbows and dropping more kisses over my swollen lips.

“Watching you push your little ass in the air every fucking week has been torture, ” he murmured against me, and I could have fucking cried with relief.

The confirmation that it had been just as difficult for him as it had been for me was so vindicating.

It was everything I’d been desperate to hear.

He deftly undid the string of my shorts and tugged them off of me before sliding flat palms over the hot skin of my abdomen under my surf tank.

I instinctively raised my arms over my head to make it easier for him to take that off, too. Once I was lying there in nothing but my boxers, he stood up, towering over me by the side of the bed.

He peeled his white T-shirt off, discarding it on the floor without a second thought, and I stared up at his ripped chest and chiseled abs with hungry eyes. He was dusted in coarse, golden hair, and I wondered what it would feel like to finally be able to run my hands over him.

“Take off my shorts,” he ordered, and I rushed to fumble with the ties to his swim trunks. I was so nervous I kept dropping the strings, and he grew impatient, batting my hands away and pulling them off himself.

I gasped as his cock popped out and bobbed in the air before me.

It was fucking massive. I wasn’t sure what I’d expected. A man of his size would obviously have a giant cock. It only made sense, but seeing it was extremely humbling.

Was he going to try and put that thing inside me?

I couldn’t tell if the thought of that excited me or terrified me. Maybe both.

He wrapped his hand around his monster cock and shamelessly stroked it while he watched me eye fuck him.

With his free hand, he reached over and palmed me over my boxers, and the contact sent an electric shock of need all the way up my spine.

He stroked me just the way he did in my dreams, and I was whining his name when he slid his hand between my legs and toyed with my crack over my boxers.

Ohfuckohfuckohfuck…

“Has anyone ever been in here?” he asked, his voice husky and dark. I shook my head, unable to form words. I was panting and sweating with anticipation as he stroked his finger up and down the crease of my ass, tickling the underside of my balls.

He gave me a look of pure lust and possession before grunting.

“Good. That’s good, Finn. Take off your boxers,” he ordered, and I hesitated, staring at his massive dick, which was so hard it was pointing straight up at his face.

“Is it going to hurt?” I whispered, and his expression softened slightly. He leaned forward, cupping the side of my face gently and kissing me again. This time, slow and deep. His tongue tangled with mine, and I whimpered as he licked and sucked me into oblivion.

When he finally pulled away, I felt lust-drunk and relaxed again.

“It might sting a little at first, but I’m going to make sure you’re nice and opened up before I fuck you. Once your body adjusts to me, it’s going to feel so fucking good, Finn. I promise.”

“O-Okay,” I whispered, deciding I trusted him not to hurt me.

He seemed pleased with my response, and he dropped another wet kiss on my mouth.

“You’ll be a good boy and take it for me, won’t you?”

I forced down my apprehension and nodded.

His lip curled up, and then, he smiled.

A.

Full.

Blown.

Smile .

My heart felt like it was going to explode in my chest at the sight of it. He looked younger when he smiled. Less burdened by the trauma of Jake’s death and the guilt that I knew haunted him to his core.

When Riddick smiled, it felt like everything was right in the world, and I would never be touched by darkness again.

“My brave, beautiful boy. You’re gonna make me so proud, aren’t you?”

I was dizzy with emotion and endorphins, and I could barely manage a head nod as he tugged at the waistband of my boxers gently .

“Take these off, baby. Let me finally take a look at that tight, sweet little hole.”

Baby.

Fuck.

For some reason, my throat closed up, and I felt like I might burst into tears. Riddick calling me baby felt like the most intimate thing in the world. Even more intimate than the physical act we were about to commit to together.

I wanted him to always call me that.

Needing to please him, I wiggled and squirmed my way out of the final barrier between us, kicking my boxers off and shivering with barely contained anticipation.

Even though my room was a furnace, my skin was so hot and flushed that I felt chilled and feverish.

He stood there for a moment, leisurely pumping his cock and just staring at me with those impossibly blue eyes. The fat, pink tip of his cock was glistening in the sliver of moonlight pouring in through my window, and I suddenly wanted to put it in my mouth more than I’d ever wanted anything.

I sat up to do just that, but he stopped me.

“No, sweet boy. There’ll be time for that later. Lie on your back and spread your legs for me. I want to look at you.”

My cheeks flushed with the thought of spreading myself open like that. It was so intimate… so… vulnerable.

I’d never done anything like this with someone before. I don’t think any of the girls I’d fucked had even seen my ass, let alone my asshole.

The longer I hesitated, the more stern Riddick’s expression became.

“You know how I feel about repeating myself, Finn,” he growled, and I swallowed. Wanting to please him more than I cared about being embarrassed, I did what he said.

“That’s a good boy…” he cooed as I pulled my knees into my chest. “Fuck, Finn. You’re so fucking gorgeous, look at you…”

I could feel his gaze burning between my legs. Tingles shot up and down my cock as I lay there, and I felt my balls tighten.

How he could affect me like this without even touching me was insane. Swallowing nervously, I averted my gaze and stared at the ceiling while he took his time looking at me.

I felt the bed dip as he crawled onto it, and he kneeled between my legs.

A whimper escaped my lips, and he made gentle, soothing sounds as he whispered a few more words of praise. Then he laid his forearm across my knees, pressing me back to expose me to him even further.

‘Shhh. You’re doing so good, baby.’

‘You’re so beautiful.’

‘Look at that tight, perfect little hole, just waiting to get fucked.’

I felt him reach over to the bedside table, and the telltale sound of lotion being pumped into his palm filled the room. My cock pulsed between my spread legs, and a rush of pre-cum escaped my tip and dripped across my abdomen.

With his right arm pressing my knees back, he positioned himself between my legs and leaned over me so his face was hovering over mine.

Gently, he used his left hand to feather the lotion over my crack. He was barely touching me. It was just enough to notify me of what he intended to do, and I took a deep breath, squeezing my eyes shut and tensing.

“Hey. Look at me, baby. Open your eyes,” he ordered softly, and I did. My gaze slammed into his, and I was met with the most tender yet somehow lust-filled look I’d ever seen on his face.

“We’re going to go slow, okay? I need you to relax. I’m going to coach you through each step so there won’t be any surprises.”

I nodded, and he smiled again.

“Tell me you understand, baby.”

“I-I understand,” I whispered, stumbling over my words as his lubed fingers continued to hover.

“Alright. I’m just going to rub you first. Get you nice and ready for me, okay?”

I nodded, and he closed the distance, sliding his fingers directly over my puckered hole.