ADifferentKindOfCosplay

by Lucy Felthouse

  In lieu of a verbal reply, Zach did as she asked. His fingers bit into her soft skin as he began to fuck her furiously, and she was grateful for the padding there.

  Zach’s movements were frantic, so animalistic that it took her a few attempts to figure out his rhythm so she could keep her hand on her clit without it being jolted off. But when she sussed it out, it was perfection. The swollen knot cried out for her attention, and she gave it willingly. Gentle at first, she circled it, savoring the pleasure she felt coiling up in her torso, ready to spring forth when she came.

  She kept her eyes firmly fixed on Zach’s face, enjoying the contortions his expression went through as he focused on what he was doing, on keeping up the pace, on driving them both to the edge and sending them plummeting over it.

  It wouldn’t be long before he did just that, she knew. Her own orgasm was just a few rough finger strokes away, but she held on, wanting to feel Zach twitching and spurting inside her even as she spasmed around him. Her need was raw now, overwhelming almost, as though she’d been overstimulated and her nerves didn’t quite know how to handle it.

  She hovered in a state of limbo, not unlike an out-of-body experience, as she waited for Zach to catch up. Then, when she felt him tense, when she noted the subtle change in the speed and pattern of his thrusts, she applied those few rough finger strokes and opened her mouth wide to let her pleasure screech out.

  The timing was perfect. Her climax crashed into her, turning her around and inside out as Zach jerked then stilled, his cock throbbing, jetting his spunk inside her.

  Their orgasmic chorus twined together, sounding echoey in the practical room. Zach grunted, then lay down on top of her, supporting his weight on his arms, and put his head between her breasts, his ear to her heart. No doubt he could hear the furious thudding.

  Letting out a satisfied sigh, Reese said, “Thank you, doctor. That was indeed a most fabulous birthday present.”

  Chapter Eleven

  After a little while, their position sprawled on the kitchen table became uncomfortable, and Zach disentangled from Reese with a groan. Helping her up, he pressed a kiss to her forehead. “All right?”

  She nodded, breaking into a wide smile. “Oh yeah, I’m more than all right. A little wobbly, but in a good way.” Sneaking a hand around, she squeezed his backside again. “And you really do look amazing in those trousers. You should wear them more often.”

  Zach winked. “The whole outfit or just the trousers?”

  “Both. I hope they weren’t hired. I’d hate to see them go.”

  “Hired? You’re joking, aren’t you? I bought the whole lot.”

  “The whole lot? Shit! Seriously?”

  “Seriously.”

  Christ, it must have cost him a fortune! But at least it meant… “Wow. So that means this doesn’t have to be a one-off? You could dress up as my favorite superheroes once a week?”

  With a wolfish grin, Zach replied, “Maybe. You think we could concentrate on the here and now, anyway, and worry about the rest later?”

  “Absolutely. Sorry. Anyway, doctor, you’d better go before my boyfriend comes home and catches us. It’s been fun.” She tipped him a wink.

  “Go? This is my damn laboratory, little lady.” Moving into the living room, he closed the curtains, then ushered her in. Leaving, he closed the door behind him.

  Reese settled down on the sofa, regaining some of her energy and composure before her next superhero screw arrived. She felt odd sitting there with no clothes on, as she didn’t make a habit of wandering around the house naked, but it hardly seemed worth getting dressed just so Iron Man could undress her again.

  After a few minutes, as her heart rate returned to normal, she began to feel cold. Pulling her legs up to her chest and snuggling into the cushions, she wondered how much longer Zach was going to be.

  Just then, the door was flung open—mercifully not so far as to hit the cabinet next to it, but more than enough to make an entrance—and Iron Man walked in.

  Reese clapped her hands over her mouth—Zach looked awesome. Again. His get-up was definitely not some cheap crap from a backstreet factory in Asia. It was high quality and pretty damn realistic. Well, as realistic as a flying robotic suit got, anyway. Especially when none of it was made of iron. From what she could tell, the suit itself was some kind of metallic material and the helmet was plastic. The costume didn’t cover his hands, but that worked fine, in her opinion.

  “Well, hello,” she said, finding her voice. “Kicked your colleague Banner out, did you?”

  Zach flipped up the front of the helmet, and she could just about see his features. He didn’t have the facial hair, but given that his options had been finding a way to grow and shape it in less than five minutes, a fake beard or an eyeliner crayon, she figured it was definitely a good thing. After all, she had a good imagination.

  “I did,” Zach said, stepping forward. “He had his fun. I think it’s my turn.”

  “Do you, now? And what should I call you? Iron Man? Tony? Stark?”

  He shrugged. “Genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist.”

  Reese let out a peal of laughter. “Once again, I’m impressed. I can’t help but wonder, though, do you have clothes on under that metal suit?”

  “That’s for me to know and you to find out.” He took another step toward her. “I see you’re already naked.”

  “Banner rode me hard and put me away wet—what can I say?”

  “Least you didn’t make him angry.”

  “No, there is that. So what do you have planned for me, Mr Playboy?”

  Dropping to his hands and knees on the carpet, Zach crawled until he was right in front of the sofa. Grabbing her ankles, he pulled her so her bottom was on the edge of the seat and her feet were on the floor. Settling between her spread thighs, he grinned up at her. “Look at you. You’re one sexy lady, you know that? And as for my plans for you…well, Jarvis isn’t around right now, so I’m kinda stuck in this tin can. But as the very existence of this suit proves, I’m skilled with my hands, so I’m confident I’ll be able to get you off.”

  “So cocky,” she purred, thoroughly enjoying the fact that Zach was really going for the whole roleplay thing instead of just turning up in different outfits and fucking her. Not that getting fucked by Zach was ever a bad thing, but the sassy interplay added a whole new element. A very sexy one.

  He smirked. “That’s me. So you gonna let me try?”

  “By all means.” Grabbing all the cushions from the sofa, she piled them up behind her and sank into them. This was much more comfortable than the table, and she was propped up enough to see exactly what her metal man was about to get up to.

  Zach kneeled up, pushed her legs open wider, then ran the fingers of his right hand up her crease. He growled. “Wet already? This is going to be easier than I thought.” Pressing his fingers between her lower lips, he gathered up her juices, then lifted his hand to his mouth and sucked them off. Closing his eyes, he let out a guttural moan.

  “God, I’d really like to bury my face in that pussy of yours, but with this damn mask in the way, I’m not going to be able to reach the goodies. But it doesn’t matter—this is about your pleasure, not mine. And I can still make you scream with these.” He wiggled the fingers on both hands. “Hold on tight, baby.”

  Doing as he commanded, she fisted her hands into the cushions beneath her and waited to see what he was going to do next.

  Knowing that oral and penetrative sex were off the menu—temporarily, at least—changed the dynamic, it seemed. Usually, what Zach was about to do to her was foreplay, a precursor to the main event. But this time it was the main event, and she wasn’t sure how she felt about that.

  Zach trailed his fingers across the delicate skin of her inner thighs, bringing her out of her thought process. Goose bumps broke out across her skin, and her nipples stiffened once more. The anticipation of the unknown was producing some very interesting reactions in her body.

>   Working inward, Zach used his thumbs to pinch at her outer labia, then rub them, concentrating entirely on an area that usually got bypassed in favor of what nestled between them. He experimented, rolling, tugging, pressing…

  Reese was surprised to feel a considerable slick of juice trickle from her core, followed by another. Her vulva throbbed and her clit tingled, swelling almost painfully. As a doctor, she knew damn well that the clitoris wasn’t just a tiny bud, nestling beneath its hood, but had roots that went down either side of the vulva. She’d never really considered, though, that stimulating that area alone would produce such delicious results. However, it was the only way to explain the heat and sensations rushing through her, when Zach hadn’t penetrated her or touched said tiny bud.

  “Ooh, baby, that feels so good. So fucking good.”

  Zach gave her a surprised glance but said nothing, continuing with his ministrations.

  The pressure built inside her, the tingling growing in intensity. Gritting her teeth, she sucked in a hasty breath, scarcely believing what was happening. “Keep going,” she ground out, jerking her pelvis. “For God’s sake, keep going.”

  “Will do,” came the reply, the tone laced with incredulousness. It seemed Zach couldn’t believe it either. He did as he’d promised, stimulating the area in a variety of inventive ways.

  Even as her abdomen tightened, Reese still wasn’t convinced she was going to come. How was it even possible? A slow burn emanated from her crotch, growing hotter and hotter until it consumed her, leaving her screaming with pleasure, her doubts incinerated into nothing.

  When she finally came back down, she blinked stupidly, still trying to get her head around what had happened. Wide-eyed, she looked at Zach, who still kneeled between her legs. He looked as astounded as she felt.

  “Wow,” she gasped. “I don’t know what the fuck that was, but it was amazing.”

  Zach shook himself, then rearranged his face into a mischievous expression. “Told you I could make you scream.”

  Chapter Twelve

  After her knee-trembling orgasm, Iron Man had carried Reese to bed. Now she was stretched out across the duvet, wondering what she could possibly do to corrupt the very wholesome Captain America. When he eventually arrived.

  Zach had been even longer returning to her than when he’d changed from Bruce Banner into Iron Man. She giggled. Perhaps he was having a tough time wriggling into that tight spandex suit and those heavy-duty gloves and boots. Sighing happily, she decided she didn’t actually mind the wait. It gave her the much-needed opportunity to rest and to contemplate the stupendous orgasm she’d had on the sofa. The one where Zach hadn’t even touched her clit. Well, technically he had, but not the part he normally touched. At thirty years old—just—and with an active, varied and imaginative sex life with her boyfriend, she hadn’t thought it was possible to experience anything new. Not in the negative sense—she had absolutely no complaints in that department—but… well, she just hadn’t expected it.

  Not wanting to get bogged down in confusion and complex stuff, Reese turned her thoughts back to corruption. It wouldn’t be too difficult in the circumstances, she figured. After all, it was implied in the films that poor old Cap was still a virgin. So maybe she’d take the opportunity to teach him a few things.

  The corners of her mouth twitched and she let the grin emerge. Oh yes, that was exactly what she was going to do.

  A couple of minutes later, a tapping sound drew her attention to the door. Captain America stood there, knocking on the wooden frame. Reese’s mouth dropped open. Wow, this was the best one yet. The red, white and blue suit clung to Zach’s athletic body, accentuating all the right places. There were no gloves or mask, but the suit was accessorized with some kinky-looking red boots and the famous round shield.

  Her gorgeous dark-haired boyfriend hadn’t colored his hair or worn a wig, but he had combed it into that cute side parting. Hot.

  “Ma’am?” he said, waiting by the door.

  “Yes, Captain? What can I do for you?”

  His shoulders sagged a little. Reese suspected it was in relief. She’d just given him a great opening.

  “No ma’am, it’s what I can do for you.”

  “Is that right?”

  “Yes. I’ve been sent to you for orders.”

  “Interesting. Come on in, Rogers. Sit down.” She patted the mattress.

  Zach tried and failed not to rake his gaze over her naked body as he approached. Once he was sitting next to her on the bed, she leaned forward and tucked a stray strand of hair behind his ear. “Rogers. It’s come to my attention that you don’t…how should I put it…have much experience with women. A crying shame, if you ask me. I’d like to do something about that. What do you think?”

  “Whatever you say, ma’am. I’m just a soldier, like I said, here to take orders.”

  “Excellent. Well, gorgeous, why don’t you put that shield down? You won’t be needing it.”

  Zach did as she said, then turned back to look at her, a tentative expression on his face. She almost expired from the cuteness there and then. But it wasn’t the time for cute, she reminded herself, it was the time for sexy.

  “I think,” she said, shifting across the mattress to make room for him, “that it’s my duty to any woman you may date in the future to teach you a very useful skill. You’ll thank me for it. And so will the women.”

  Zach raised an eyebrow.

  “Please move into the middle of the mattress and lie down.”

  “What about my boots?” he said, really playing up the wholesome, well-behaved image. Reese figured he wouldn’t be able to keep it up for much longer. Not if she had anything to do with it.

  “Your boots are just fine, honey. Come on.” She beckoned him, and he settled into the center of the bed, his head on the pillows. He watched her carefully, and Reese bit back a smirk as she realized he didn’t know what she had planned.

  Snuggling up next to him, she leaned down to kiss him, at the same time running a hand down from his cheek to his crotch, which she cupped, then squeezed. Zach grunted. He was already semi-erect beneath the skin-tight material, and she felt a pang at the thought that she wasn’t actually going to fuck him. Not this time. But as he’d confessed all the outfits were his on a permanent basis, the possibilities for future naughtiness were endless.

  Sweeping her tongue against his, she enjoyed teasing and tormenting him, stimulating his cock through his outfit while she sucked and nibbled at his bottom lip. Then she pulled his tongue into her mouth, mimicking fellatio. Almost instantly, his shaft grew even harder. Grinning to herself, Reese moved away, then put her true plan into action.

  Moving up the bed, she swung a leg over Zach’s head, giving him a spectacular view. “Now, Captain Rogers,” she said, keeping some space between his face and her pussy, “if you really want to please a girl in bed, it’s not just about penetrative sex. You have to make her come, at any cost, and a great way to do that is via oral sex.”

  Looking down past the curves of her breasts and her belly, she saw wide eyes peering back up at her. Allowing a small smile to emerge, she continued, “This is where you use your mouth to pleasure the woman. Kiss her down there, lick her, nibble her—gently mind!—suck her. Listen to the noises she makes, notice how she moves, how wet she becomes. It’ll help you figure out what she likes and what she doesn’t. When you find something that really makes her moan, don’t you stop until she climaxes all over your handsome face, all right?”

  An emphatic nod.

  “Good boy. Now I’m going to lower myself down so you can reach me. Have at it, and see if you can make me come.”

  “Yes ma’am.”

  Christ, it turned her on when he called her that. Perhaps she’d have to request that phrase on a more regular basis, with or without the Captain America outfit.

  She shuffled her legs apart carefully, finding a position that was both comfortable for her and would allow Zach to eat her pussy without suffoca
ting. Before long she’d found that position, and clung to the headboard as his tongue poked out and began to explore her folds.

  “Ooh,” she said, huffing out a heavy breath. “That’s it, Cap, lick me.”

  Zach feigned inexperience for a while, tentatively licking and nibbling at her as she’d commanded, getting into a repetitive motion each time she made a fuss. Before long, though, it was clear that he was so into giving her head that he’d forgotten all about their roleplay. His true skillset had appeared, and Reese gripped the headboard until her hands ached as her man teased her to the very edge of her climax, then gave her an almighty shove.

  “Fuck!” she yelled, following the word with a keening cry as she shuddered and shook, remembering not to let her thighs relax. Suffocation by cunnilingus would be an interesting way to go, for sure, but she’d miss the man far too much.

  Pleasure tumbled through her, seeping from every pore as her pussy gripped and released on nothing. Normally she didn’t mind climaxing without something inside her, but oddly she did now.

  Throwing her leg back over Zach’s head and slumping to his side, she pressed a kiss to his damp cheek. “Very good, Cap. Now off you trot—go get me a blond Norse god. I could do with a hammer.”

  Chapter Thirteen

  Reese’s brain had gone blank. She’d been pretty inventive with her treatment of Captain America, she thought. When it came to Thor, though, she couldn’t think of a damn thing when it came to roleplaying. Her dirty fantasies had pretty much always revolved around the blond hunk throwing her down and ravishing her.

  And as he entered the bedroom, she instantly decided that was exactly what she would allow him to do. Letting out a sound that was something like unnf, she studied him from head to foot. It may be the same bedroom, the same bed, the same man, even, but the feel was completely different.

  He’d opted for a wig this time. After all, Thor wouldn’t really be Thor without the flowing blond tresses, would he? It should have looked ridiculous on her brunet boyfriend with his dark eyebrows, but somehow he pulled it off. That and the leather-and-metal look armor, the floor-length red cape, boots not unlike Captain America’s but in black and, of course, the hammer. Mjolnir.