Thumper by Marie James
Chapter 36
Thumper
Her eyes flutter closed as her head jerks up and down.
“Like this,” I whisper, my lips against her neck.
I lick at her skin for a second before baring my teeth and nipping the delicate flesh there. She moans, the throaty grumble going straight to my already erect cock. Her knees threaten to give out, but I don’t move her to the bed. I don’t know if she wants it to go that far.
“Is that okay?”
“Yes,” she pants.
“What about this?” I take her earlobe between my teeth and tug. “Where do you feel that?”
“Everywhere.”
“Between your legs?”
“Yes.” Her fingers dig into my skin, and although my chest is cloth free, I wish we were both stripped to the skin and every inch of our bodies touching.
I continue down the column of her neck, taking tiny tastes of her skin before tugging at the neckline of her shirt and moving it out of the way so I can gain access to her collarbone. I want to lick a line all the way down to the apex of her thighs and stroke my tongue there, but her mouth is just as inviting.
She pulls me closer when I press my lips to hers, our tongues coming together like we’ve been doing this for years. Electricity sparks around us, the charge in the air lifting all the hairs on my body.
“God, I want you naked, Cara.”
“I want that, too.”
I take half of a step back, putting some distance between our mouths and it’s the hardest thing I’ve done, especially with the way her eyes stay glued to my lips like she’s dying to kiss me again.
“Are you sure it’s what you want?” She nods, her tongue caressing the lower curve of her mouth. “I need you to be sure, baby. If there’s even a hint of doubt… I don’t want something like regret coming between us.”
Her eyes dart away, and although my cock cries out in disappointment, I fully understand why she wouldn’t want to take that step with me. I’ve been the cause of too many bad things.
“It’s fine if you don’t,” I say as I watch her throat work on a swallow.
“It’s not that I don’t want to. It’s just—”
“You can tell me anything.”
“I’m not really a casual sex kind of girl.”
A slow smile spreads across my face. “I’m not a casual sex kind of guy, but even if I were, this isn’t casual.”
“No?”
I shake my head, loving the way her bright blue eyes sparkle with my confession.
“I want you. I’d say need but I don’t want to appear desperate, but the truth is I am. I’m desperate for your touch. Desperate for the warmth of your body against mine at night. Desperate to hear your voice and be the one to make you smile. I’ve never wanted something less casual in my life.”
She gives me a smile, her fingers teasing the hair on my chest in such a way it makes me want to scoop her up and never pull my body from hers again.
“This isn’t a just for now either, Cara. I need you to know that.”
“Really?” She blinks up at me, her cheeks flushing.
“Really.”
“Okay.” Her teeth scrape over her bottom lip again. “So, can we have sex now?”
A laugh bubbles out of my throat. “I want nothing more than to strip you naked, pick you up, and carry you to that bed, but I think we’d both end up on the floor if I tried.”
“Probably,” she says, her voice breathy as she reaches for the waistband of my jeans.
It was no small feat getting the damned things on, but I don’t think I’m going to have to worry about taking them off alone as she unsnaps the button and drags down the zipper. I kick my slides off my feet and wiggle as much as I can as she begins to lower the denim down my legs.
“Commando?” she whispers, a hint of awe in her voice that makes me want to stand up straighter.
“I didn’t have the energy for more. I—mmm.”
Her shoulder brushes the tip of my cock as she bends over to get my jeans off my legs.
Somehow, I manage to stay upright while shifting from one foot to the other.
“You good?” She looks up at me, my cock just inches from her face.
“I’m perfect.”
She looks directly at my cock, and it jumps, a quick jerk as if it’s trying to entice her to take notice.
“Can I—”
“Yes,” I pant, not a hundred percent sure what she’s going to ask but already fully on board.
She smiles wide, her tongue touching the tip, and then her pink lips wrap around it and I nearly topple over.
“Cara, fuck. I can’t take it.”
She pulls back immediately.
“I’m going to end up on the floor. Here, stand up.”
She raises to her feet, her small hands going right back to my chest as she lifts on her toes and presses her mouth against mine.
“I want to make you mine,” I whisper against her lips, one hand tangled in her gorgeous hair.
“Okay,” she agrees quickly.
“Kincaid said we can both stay.” I nip at her chin, pulling a gasp from her lips. “Is that something you think you’d want?”
“Why are you asking such serious questions when I’m so turned on?”
With both hands on her neck, I use my thumb to tilt her head up, so she knows I’m serious. “Think about it.”
“I will,” she promises. “Now take my clothes off.”
My quick smile turns into my jaw hanging open when she doesn’t give me a chance to do it. She steps back and pulls her sweater and shirt off at the same time. A second later her bra disappears, and my mouth waters to tongue her tight rosy nipples.
“My God. Look at you. Fucking perfect.”
She nibbles on the corner of her bottom lip as she pushes down her leggings and panties, and I groan at the dark pink wet spot in the center.
“That’s… umm… I’m—”
“Fucking perfect,” I repeat. “Get on the bed.”
She moves to climb on the bed, and the sight of her ass in the air as she moves to the center is something I hope I never forget.
“Wait. Stay like that.”
She peers at me over her shoulder, and I don’t know that I’ve ever moved faster. With the promise of what she has on display and her words when she told me this is more than just sex, I don’t feel an ounce of the burn from my injuries. My hands hold her ass, the one with the cast not as tight as I’d like. The second I’m within reach, I lower my mouth to her wickedly hot flesh.
We groan at the same time, both in pleasure.
“Holy—Oh God,” she breathes.
My eyes close as I devour her, loving the way she rocks her hips back demanding more.
I hiss when I lean too far in and my cock rubs against the edge of the bed. My body is reacting like I didn’t stroke off in the shower yesterday, and I know it has less to do with anatomy and everything to do with her.
She’s moving so much against my mouth, I have to hold her in place to lap at her clit.
“Javier, that’s. Jesus… amazing.”
I grin against her slick flesh before moving one hand from her ass cheek to hook two fingers inside of her.
She groans long and low a second before her body starts to convulse. When the orgasm subsides, she falls forward, flat on the bed.
As much as I’d like to climb up behind her and fill her with my aching cock, my body just isn’t strong enough.
“You good?” I ask, my lips placing soft kisses on the backs of her calves.
“I have tingles all over my body.”
She turns her head, hair fanned out as she looks at me. Her cheeks are pink, eyes hooded from her release.
“We’re not done, are we?”
“Not by a long shot, baby, but I’m going to need you to ride me.”
“Are you sure you’re okay for this? I don’t want to hurt you.”
“I’m more than okay.”
Cara moves out of the way so I can crawl on the bed, and I ignore her look of concern as my face tightens from the pain of my injuries. It may not be the smartest thing to do, but there isn’t a chance in hell I’m going to complain. I know she has the ability to make it all better.
“I could just you know… take you in my mouth,” she offers, her hand reaching up and stroking me the second I’m on my back.
“That sounds amazing, but God, woman, I need you to get on my cock.”
She releases me before positioning herself so she can throw a leg over me.
“Jesus, you’re wet.”
Her cheeks flush a darker shade. “I haven’t been with many men.”
I reach up and hold her hips before she can slide down the length of me.
“Does my past matter to you?” She shakes her head, and I doubt she has a clue what that means to me. “Then your past doesn’t matter to me either.”
“I just don’t—I haven’t done this much. I don’t want you to be disappointed.”
“Never,” I say as I lower her down.
Her slick, hot heat engulfs the head of my cock, and it’s nearly impossible for me to not close my eyes. The sight of our joining is the only thing that keeps them open.
She whimpers, her face drawing tight.
“You okay?” She nods, taking another inch of me. “You sure? God, you’re fucking tight. Go slow, baby. Take your time.”
Her mouth falls open as I slide home.
“We’re not using a condom,” I remind her, more in warning of how fast this is probably going to go rather than worry about STDs or pregnancy.
“I’m so full,” she whispers, and I take her ignoring my statement as a lack of concern.
“Come here.” I urge her forward until our mouths meet, and I know I’m hitting her right in that spot that needs me the most with this angle when she groans into my mouth.
Her hips start to work, making slow, tentative circles.
“I’ve never felt anything better in my life,” I confess, my teeth digging into her lower lip.
The heat of her breasts is pressed to my chest, knees tucked in tight at my sides, and I’m in absolute heaven.
We’re lips and tongues and teeth as she begins to find her rhythm, hips moving faster.
“I need this,” she says as she pulls back, pressing her hands to my chest so she can move her body up and down.
“Me too,” I confess. “God, just like that.”
I lick my thumb and press it to her clit, making slow circles and watching her face to determine exactly what she needs me to do to get her there.
My nuts are tight, the threat of this ending way too soon a real concern.
“I didn’t know how much I needed this, needed you. God, I’m going to come. Make me come, Javi.”
“Trying,” I grunt, losing focus. “Take it, Cara. Take what you need. It’s yours, baby. All of it.”
Her eyes turn glassy as her hips jolt, the pulse of her heated core gripping me.
“You’re making me come,” I grit out. “Fuck, baby. So deep.”
The first pulse of my cock is a life-altering experience. The second and third are no different, and I know that there will never be a chance I’ll turn my back on this woman. I’m absolutely hers. Signed, sealed, and delivered. She fucking owns me.