A Different Kind of Cosplay Page 2

  Shifting his weight onto his left arm, he moved his right hand down, seeking the hem of Reese’s top. Finding it, he slipped beneath the thin material, caressing her gently curved stomach before cupping her breast again—this time skin to skin. She was warm to the touch—hot, actually, her body clearly reacting to their foreplay. He teased the puckered flesh beneath his fingers, pinching and rolling her nipple, happily swallowing the groans that issued from her throat.

  Rocking his hips, he got into a rhythm, effectively masturbating them both while he played with her breast. The other one needed some attention, so he switched his position, this time his left hand working at the straining bud.

  After a few more minutes he gave her another long, hard, heartfelt kiss before pulling away.

  A tiny mewling sound escaped Reese’s lips. Zach grinned broadly as he shuffled down her body, shoving at her top and encouraging her to sit up so he could pull it over her head. Tossing it over his shoulder, he didn’t have the slightest concern for where it landed. All he was bothered about was his stunning girlfriend and the pleasure he was about to give her.

  Now both his hands were free, he could concentrate on using them simultaneously to play with Reese’s breasts—she’d always enjoyed having her nipples stimulated, and he was more than happy to do so.

  Leaning down, he dotted kisses across her décolletage, her collarbone, the tops of her arms, drawing out the tension, making her wait just that little bit longer before he moved down her body.

  Soon he could hold out no more—he was desperate to have her sweet, soft flesh in his mouth, her erect nipples pressed against his palate, her groans in his ears. Shifting right, he captured her left breast, pulling it hard between his lips while his left hand moved over to torture her right breast.

  Sucking and tweaking, licking and pinching, nibbling and caressing, he tormented Reese relentlessly, spurred on by every wriggle, every moan, every gasp. She was just so damn responsive, she could easily make a man lose his mind.

  In the back of said mind, he couldn’t help but wonder how she would react when her birthday surprise, or more accurately surprises, were revealed. What she would say, what she would do, when he presented himself as Thor, Hawkeye, Captain America, Bruce Banner and Iron Man in turn? He knew she’d be shocked. It was inevitable, as she didn’t have the slightest idea what he was scheming, but would she think it was hot? Her ordinary estate agent boyfriend dressing up as her favorite superheroes? Would she enjoy being seduced by a blond-haired god, a war hero, and whatever the others were? God, he really had to brush up on their backgrounds, he decided. Make it more of a roleplay, rather than just putting on a bunch of outfits and hoping for the best.

  No, he told himself. Not a roleplay. A cosplay. That was the geeky term, and as he was dating a geek, he really ought to get it right.

  For now, though, he was quite happy to lose his mind, his entire self, in Reese’s luscious body. Shifting his right hand down, he slipped it beneath the waistband of her tiny shorts and sought her pussy. What he found there made him groan loudly around her trembling flesh. She was soaking wet and red hot, like molten fucking lava.

  As if he hadn’t already wanted her to the extreme, now he was overwhelmed by lust, consumed by the need to bury his cock deep inside her slick, tight channel and pump away until they both screamed their climaxes.

  But he wouldn’t—not just yet. First he wanted to taste her.

  Another sound of protest came from the head of the bed as he stopped playing with her chest, followed by a happy groan as he hooked his fingers into the waistband of her shorts and pulled them down. They too were flung across the room, and he moved farther down the mattress, pushing her thighs apart and settling between them.

  Immediately, the delicious scent of her sex assaulted his nostrils, and his mouth watered.

  Getting into a comfortable position, he used his thumbs to part her swollen labia, and feasted his gaze on the treasure he’d uncovered. She was wet, so impossibly wet, and her clit stood out, practically screaming to be touched.

  Smiling to himself, Zach decided the needy bundle of nerve endings could wait. Just for a while. First, he wanted to lick up every drop of juices that adorned his girlfriend’s vulva, then push his tongue as far inside her as it would go and gather up more. She was addictive, heady, and he found himself hoping there were no errands to run that day. What he really wanted was to stay at home, making love, fucking, screwing his delicious doctor until neither of them could move.

  Chapter Four

  “God, oh god!” Reese whined. “Please stop teasing me, Zach.”

  He chuckled. “And where would be the fun in that, sweetheart?” Landing a playful slap on her thigh, he continued, “Now be quiet and take what’s coming to you.”

  He looked at her splayed pussy for a few seconds longer, then dived in, making a start on what he’d promised himself he would enjoy. Eagerly but not too quickly, he ran his tongue up the seam of her, humming with pleasure as her flavor exploded over his taste buds. As always, she was tart and sweet all at once, and she made his cock so hard it hurt.

  Reaching down with his free hand, he rearranged himself in his boxer shorts, hoping to relieve some of the tension there. It didn’t work, not even a little, and he let out a grunt of frustration and tried hard to ignore the ache between his legs as he attended to the ache between Reese’s.

  He ran his tongue between her folds over and over again, licking up all her sweet juices while studiously ignoring her clit. Cute little growls and the way she thrust her pelvis up toward his face told Zach how much she wanted it, needed it.

  Grinning to himself, he continued to ignore the taut knot at the apex of her vulva, dancing his tongue around anywhere but there until he was satisfied he’d tasted all the fluid she’d produced. Then, rolling his tongue into something resembling a phallic shape, he pushed it inside her red-hot channel. It didn’t go far, of course—it wasn’t the length of his fingers or his cock—but he penetrated as deeply as he could, happily twirling, flicking and twisting the organ to taste more of her.

  Reese’s hands came down and tangled in his hair, gripping tightly and tugging until sparks of pain danced across his scalp. The sensation fired him up further, and he responded by pressing his palms firmly to her silky inner thighs and spreading her legs as far as they would go. Then he resumed feasting on her delicious cunt.

  Slipping his tongue from her core, he allowed it to journey between her swollen folds once more, teasing, titillating, tantalizing.

  “Please,” Reese begged again. “Please, baby, touch my clit. Make me come.”

  Zach didn’t even dignify her words with a response. Instead he moved up a little, much closer to the distended bud in question, and began circling it. Round and round, keeping a small but significant distance, providing pleasure but not enough to result in climax. He continued until his beautiful girlfriend turned into a snarling wildcat, writhing and kicking, calling him all the names under the sun.

  Only then, with a shit-eating grin, did he touch her clit. He drew numbers and letters on it, swiping and flicking, allowing plenty of saliva to slick over the sensitive area as he increased the pressure.

  Reese’s pleas and whines turned into a stream of unintelligible words littered with the occasional expletive. Her hands tugged harder on his hair, and she bucked her hips up to meet his face, putting him in severe danger of a split lip. In response, he held her down again as he increased his pace, his concentration, on her pleasure button.

  Impossibly it swelled further beneath his ministrations. Reese sounded as if she was going out of her mind. He decided to put her out of her misery—or her bliss, anyway. It wasn’t an entirely selfless gesture—she was utterly gorgeous, utterly perfect as she came apart beneath him, and he wanted so badly to fuck her.

  Pulling her clit between his lips, he began to suck. Softly at first, so as not to hurt her, then harder and harder, catapulting her toward climax. The noises she made, the way her mus
cles tightened and released, the incessant tugging on his hair, told him she was getting close. Keeping up the pace and the pressure, Zach pulled and sucked, sucked and pulled until, with an almighty wail, Reese came.

  She swore, she thrashed, and milliseconds later she froze. Her pussy gushed juices onto his chin. Only then did he release her clit and move down to lick them all up, eagerly allowing the sweetness to saturate his tongue.

  When she relaxed a little, her orgasm abating, Zach removed his boxers, then quickly moved up the bed, covering her with his body. Reaching down, he positioned the tip of his cock at her entrance and pushed inside. Her walls, still fluttering, still gripping, gobbled him up eagerly, and he sank home with a guttural moan.

  Fully seated inside her, his balls squashed up against her body, he leaned down and captured her lips in a kiss. She responded willingly, enthusiastically, opening her mouth and admitting his tongue, meeting it with her own.

  They quickly got into a rhythm, their tongues thrusting, jaws working, teeth nibbling in time with Zach’s rocking hips. As he had when he’d gone down on her, Zach started off slow, wanting to make the experience last, which was no mean feat when he had a red-hot, soaking-wet pussy wrapped around his cock.

  Exploring her mouth thoroughly helped to distract him from the overwhelming sensations whizzing through his body. Her pussy felt sublime and he wanted nothing more than to pound it harder, faster until he was overtaken by pleasure and he could do nothing but come. But he firmly reminded himself he didn’t want to rush, and continued to piston in and out of her, slowly building up speed as their kissing became more frantic.

  It seemed, however, that Reese had other ideas. She reached out and grasped his buttocks, at the same time hooking her ankles around the backs of his legs. With her arms and legs simultaneously, she pulled him deeper, harder inside her, thrusting her hips up to meet his.

  Pulling away from her lips, Zach moved away enough that her face came back into focus. Reese’s expression was wild, needy. She wanted to come again, it seemed, and soon.

  Staring into her lust-filled eyes for several long seconds, he grinned. “I fucking love you, Reese.”

  “I love you too, baby. Now please fuck me. As hard and as fast as you can go, until we both come.”

  Groaning, he said, “God, how am I supposed to resist a request like that?”

  Digging her fingernails into his buttocks, she grinned back cheekily. “You’re not.” Now she slapped his arse. “Get on with it.”

  “Yes ma’am!” Kissing her once more, he shifted position, putting his hands either side of her hips and beginning to fuck her with all the love and passion he felt for her. It built and built until Zach was sure he could go no faster, no harder.

  But when Reese begged him for more, he couldn’t refuse. From a reserve he never knew he had, he pulled out even more energy, and pounded more forcefully into her, screwing them both senseless. Their cries mingled, filled the room, punctuated by growls, groans, expletives and pleas to a variety of deities.

  Perspiration covered their bodies, making the sound of their skin rhythmically slapping together louder, ruder.

  Squeezing his eyes tightly closed, Zach willed himself to keep going—just a little longer, a little faster. But he couldn’t keep up the pace indefinitely.

  “Baby,” he ground out, opening his eyes and looking down at her beautiful, flushed face. “I can’t hold on. I need to come.”

  Her eyes twinkled with love, mischief and need as she stared back at him. “Go for it, gorgeous. I’ll come with you.”

  “O-okay.” He’d have to take her word for it, hope she was right. Pulling in a deep breath, he used the last of his energy to take his pleasure from her pussy, its perfect stroke, grip, slickness sending him over the edge in no time at all.

  “God,” he said, then bit his lip. “God, I’m coming…”

  “Uhh,” came the reply. “Me…too!”

  By some miracle, their climaxes arrived within seconds of each other, and they jerked and bucked and clutched as they were taken over by bliss.

  “Fuuuck!” Zach finally said, gently disentangling himself from Reese and collapsing beside her on the mattress. “That was—”

  She finished his sentence for him. “Fucking amazing.”

  Chapter Five

  Zach’s stomach rumbled.

  Reese giggled. “Is that your way of saying it’s time for breakfast?”

  Glancing at the clock on his bedside table, Zach said, “More like lunch. It’s ten past eleven!”

  “Shit, really?”

  “Yep.” He pressed a kiss to her tousled head. “Why, you got somewhere to be?”

  “You know I haven’t. I’m just not used to lounging around in bed all morning. Well, when I’m not sleeping, anyway.”

  “Nor am I. It’s not the end of the world, babe. Everyone’s entitled to time out every now and again, aren’t they?”

  Tilting her head back from its position on his chest, she looked up at him and smiled. “Yes, you’re right. They are. So how do you fancy brunch, then? A fry-up, maybe in front of the TV?”

  “Sounds perfect.” He kissed her again, on the lips this time, but didn’t linger. They’d made love more than once since waking up, and as much as he loved being naked and horizontal with his girl, he wasn’t sure his cock was up to it again—not without a considerable rest, anyway. And getting some food in his belly would pep him up too.

  Rolling out of bed, Zach pulled on some tracksuit bottoms and a scruffy T-shirt. If the frying pan decided to spit at him, he didn’t want to wreck his best clothes. “See you in a minute, baby,” he said, looking over at Reese, still snuggled beneath the duvet. “Don’t be too long—otherwise I might not leave any bacon for you.”

  “You better had! I won’t be long. I’m just going to pull on some scruffs.”

  True to her word, Reese joined him in the kitchen within five minutes, also wearing tracksuit bottoms and a t-shirt. She’d pulled her hair up into a high ponytail. It looked as though she hadn’t bothered to brush it first. In Zach’s opinion, she’d never looked more beautiful. Fresh-faced and still a little sleepy, she was utterly unaware of how cute and sexy she was.

  “How can I help?” she said.

  “Um.” He was busily breaking eggs into a jug, ready to add milk, cheese, salt and pepper to make scrambled eggs. “If you could grab trays, plates, cutlery and sauces, that would be great. Then maybe you could take care of the scrambled eggs while I get the bacon and sausages cooked.”

  “No problem.” She tipped him a wink and got on with her tasks.

  A little while later they were settling onto the sofa with their plates on trays, ready to eat their incredibly unhealthy but no doubt very delicious breakfast.

  “So,” Reese said, grabbing the remote controls, “what are we watching?”

  Zach shrugged. “Dunno. Let’s just have a look what’s on.”

  “Okay.” Pressing the buttons to switch on the TV and the Sky box, Reese began eating as the gadgets fired up. Once they were ready, she grabbed the Sky remote and pulled up the planner. She immediately flicked past all the channels that were showing crap daytime television and reality shows, which was yet another thing Zach adored about her—no mind-numbingly dull TV programs for her. “Shout up if you see anything,” she said.

  “Will do.” He paid a little attention to the titles of films and shows that were whizzing past, but was more interested in his breakfast. What they watched was much less important than the fact they were spending time together. Soon Reese was onto the listings for the movie channels.

  With a gasp, she said, “Ooh, Avengers Assemble is on.”

  Zach stifled a smirk. He wanted to say he’d only watched it the previous week, but didn’t want to raise her suspicions. And he suspected she’d probably watched it recently too. But he kept quiet, concentrating on his breakfast, which was indeed delicious.

  “Put it on if you want, babe. I don’t mind.”

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p; She looked at him, wide-eyed. “Seriously? You know it’s a Marvel film, don’t you? Superheroes? Geeky?”

  “Yeah, I know what it is. I’ve seen bits of it before when you’ve been watching it, remember? Has it only just started? It might be nice for me to actually see it from the beginning.”

  Reese narrowed her eyes. “If we hadn’t just had sex umpteen times, I’d think you were trying to butter me up for a shag.”

  He adopted a shocked expression. “What? Why is it so incredible that I want to watch the film? I’d rather watch this than some chick-flick.”

  “Hmm. Okay, fair enough. Avengers Assemble it is. And yeah, as luck would have it, it’s just started. Not that it would matter if we’d missed the beginning. I’ve got the Blu-ray.”

  “Go for it.”

  She shot him another look, then turned back and punched the relevant button on the remote control. The picture on the screen changed, the now-familiar narrative just beginning.

  Zach allowed himself a smile now as Reese quickly became absorbed in her geeky world. This was the perfect opportunity, he decided, spearing pieces of sausage and bacon onto his fork and putting them in his mouth, to find out some more specific information about his girlfriend and her superhero crushes. He figured she’d seen the film enough times to let him speak, ask questions, without wanting to throttle him or tell him to shut up. All he had to do was figure out the right questions, and keep them to a minimum. Too many and she’d wonder what his sudden interest was. He had to keep it casual.

  They ate in silence for a little while, watching the movie as the villain, Loki, burst onto the screen and immediately started causing havoc. Zach found himself being pulled in all over again, despite having only watched the film a few days previously. Perhaps once Reese’s birthday surprise was out in the open, he’d have to declare himself a Marvel fan and raid the rest of her DVD and Blu-ray collection.