“Nice hammer, Asgardian,” she quipped. “You may be worthy of it, but do you think you’re worthy to fuck a human woman? To throw her about a bit, make her scream?”
Standing beside the bed, looking down at her, he responded, “Throw a woman? Make her scream? That sounds somewhat brutal. I prefer to treat the opposite sex with respect.”
“What if she doesn’t want you to?” She smirked, rolling onto her side and reaching out to touch the hammer.
“In that case, I shall bow to the lady’s desires. What is it she desires, specifically?”
“A good hard fuck from a Norse god,” she replied simply.
“I would think that is possible.”
“Good. Now come here.”
Putting Mjolnir down on the bedside table, Zach climbed onto the mattress. Immediately he reached out and grasped the back of Reese’s neck and pulled her in for a kiss. It wasn’t brutal, exactly, but it was rough, bruising, and had Reese’s pussy completely soaked within seconds. He took her mouth, truly possessed it, his tongue thrusting in and out, his teeth capturing her bottom lip and giving it sharp nips.
He moved away briefly, only to shove her onto her back. Quickly, he straddled her, leaning down to continue their kiss. Strands of blond hair tickled her face and neck. The red cape covered them both, the soft material brushing against Reese’s naked skin. It was in direct contrast to the eager hands that now explored her body, squeezing her breasts, pinching her nipples, running short fingernails down her stomach. Wetness continued to pool in her groin, trickling down into her crack and coating her inner thighs.
She’d been turned on ever since Bruce Banner had appeared. After several orgasms and a ton of stimulation, she would have thought her pussy juices would be running out by now. Apparently not—it seemed that not only were women multi-orgasmic, but the lubrication would just keep coming for as long as it was needed.
Zach’s hand moved between her thighs, seemingly about to test out that lubrication. Spreading her lips, he entered her with two fingers, right to the hilt. He finger-fucked her hard, twisting and thrusting, his knuckles bumping against her G-spot, producing yet more wetness. The sounds coming from her cunt were rude, almost funny. Sucking, squelching, clicking.
Reese moaned as he pushed a third finger inside her, the noise swallowed directly into Zach’s mouth. She felt him smile against her lips, then, after a beat, he redoubled his efforts. He pumped his hand furiously and his kisses grew increasingly forceful. She wouldn’t have been at all surprised if she’d tasted blood. And nor would she have minded—it was fucking hot. Zach was ravishing her, just as she’d requested, and she couldn’t have been happier about it. It was amazing, dizzying, heady.
After another few minutes of frantic tongue-fucking, Zach pulled away and shifted down her body, his full attention between her legs. He didn’t bend his head, though, and she wondered what he had in mind.
It didn’t take at all long to find out. Now with two hands free, he could further tease and torment her. And that was exactly what he did. Continuing his ministrations with one hand, he used the other to play with her clit, which was once again impossibly swollen. Thrusting, pinching, stroking, rubbing, pulling, he whipped her up into a frenzy of arousal. She felt her orgasm building, but Zach forbade it.
“Do not come yet, woman. I have other plans for you.”
“O-okay,” she squeaked, wondering how the hell she was going to hold on when he was stimulating her like crazy.
After some furious activity on her clit, which took her to the very edge and had her digging her fingernails into her palms in the hope of distracting herself, Zach put a fourth finger inside her. Reese gasped as she was stretched. It didn’t hurt, not really, but it felt kind of alien—he’d never done it before. But she suspected it wasn’t going to end there either.
Sure enough, she felt him pull his fingers out a little, and his thumb probing at her entrance. Breaking briefly out of the roleplay, he looked up at her with a question in his eyes.
She responded by bobbing her head up and down. Yeah, she wanted his whole hand inside her. He’d be careful, she knew. She trusted him, loved him. And she reckoned it would feel fucking amazing.
Closing her eyes, Reese began to take deep breaths, working to keep calm, to relax her muscles—most importantly the ones in her vagina.
There was immense pressure, stretching and a little bit of discomfort as Zach’s thumb joined his fingers and entered her. She sank her teeth into her bottom lip, convincing herself that she could take it. She could. Continuing the deep breaths right through Zach’s entry, she finally let out one big whoosh when he was finally all the way in. Christ, he had his fist inside her!
“You okay, baby?” he murmured.
Opening her eyes, she looked down at him. “Yeah,” she replied, “I’m all right. Just give me a minute to get used to this, then you can do…whatever.”
Nodding, Zach held still. After a few seconds, she felt ready. “Hey, Asgardian. Go for it.”
At that, Zach began moving again. She was still slick, and he continued to stroke and pluck at her clit, keeping her teetering on the edge of climax as he fisted her. He moved slowly at first, gently, but as she got used to the sensation, she relaxed and began to truly enjoy it, and he picked up his pace. She’d been right—it did feel utterly amazing. Full didn’t begin to describe the sensation. Maybe owned, possessed, something similar? Ugh, it didn’t matter anyway. All that mattered was that it felt sublime. She’d asked for a good hard fuck—granted it wasn’t a traditional type of fuck, but it would be good and hard.
The rude sounds continued, her juices along with air being mixed around inside her by Zach’s hand. But she was too lost in pleasure to find it funny—he was literally touching every part of her internal walls. Her G-spot was being pummeled into submission, and her clit was not losing out either. Orgasm threatened. She had no idea how it would feel to come with a man’s hand inside her, but it wouldn’t be long before she found out.
“Hey,” she said, her voice sounding distant to her own ears, “I need to come. May I?”
His eyes glinting with mischief and his own arousal, Zach nodded. “You may, Midgardian.”
Exhaling heavily, she muttered, “Thank fuck for that.”
Almost immediately, a climax of overwhelming intensity washed through her. The last thing she remembered was a growl from Zach and the sound of her own scream.
Chapter Fourteen
Reese woke to a warm body wrapped around hers. Peering out through slitted eyes, she was met by the sight of a naked Zach. The Thor outfit was nowhere to be seen. He was just Zach. She pressed a kiss to the nearest part she could reach, which happened to be the hollow at the base of his throat. She smelled fresh sweat, masculinity and the remains of his cologne. Delicious.
Letting out a humming sound, Zach opened his eyes and leaned back slightly to look at her. “Hello, sleepyhead,” he said, grinning. “Normally I’d be highly offended if you fell asleep during sex, but in those circumstances, it’s definitely excusable.”
“I fell asleep?”
“Not exactly. You came incredibly hard and I think you kinda passed out. I was worried, actually. Are you feeling okay?”
Stretching out her limbs, more to get awareness of her body than any actual need to stretch, she replied, “Uh, yeah. Actually I feel great. Bloody fantastic. I ache but in a good way. Like I’ve been royally shagged. Which I have, of course. I wish you could have been there.”
He winked. “I should dump your arse for your cheating ways, young lady.”
“But you won’t.” She kissed him.
“No, I won’t,” he agreed.
“So, any chance of you buggering off again? I didn’t get a chance to complete the set. If I’m not mistaken, there should be a certain hunky archer waiting to see me?”
“I told him to hang fire because Thor had worn you out. Are you sure you’re up to seeing him?”
“Hell, yes. He’s my fucking
favorite, remember?”
Zach slapped his forehead theatrically. “Duh. How could I forget? Okay, as long as you’re sure, I’ll go and get him.”
She made a shooing motion with her hands. Once he’d scarpered out of the room, she slipped her hand between her legs. Oh yes, definitely the good kind of ache. Her vulva was still super-sensitive, as was her clit, and her insides felt as though they’d been thoroughly used. But she had enough stamina for one more. Especially since it was Hawkeye.
It had obviously taken Zach a while to get into the tight black-and-burgundy outfit, because he didn’t return for another fifteen minutes or so. By which point Reese was almost exploding with the anticipation.
He called to her before he appeared. “Hey, gorgeous, it’s Barton. You ready for some genuine pleasure?”
Smirking at his twist on the line, Reese replied, “Absolutely. I’m ready and waiting for you.”
“That’s what I like to hear.”He poked his head around the doorframe, deliberately angling himself so she couldn’t see his clothes. She could, however, see the top of his quiver, loaded with arrows, behind him.
Slowly, he revealed himself. By the time he was fully visible, Reese was practically drooling. He held his bow in front of him, but it did nothing to mask the sexiness behind—tight black trousers, black boots, black vest. Arm porn to the extreme. She sucked in a breath.
“My God, Barton,” she said, raking her gaze over him, unable to settle on one part that was her favorite, “you look even better in the flesh than you do on film.”
He winked. “Why thank you, ma’am. You’re smokin’ hot yourself.”
“Wanna make some flames?”
“Absolutely.” Like Thor and Captain America before him, Hawkeye crossed over to the bed. Without hesitation, he put down his bow and removed his quiver, then hopped onto the mattress beside her.
Placing a hand in the middle of his chest, Reese pushed him flat on his back and straddled him. Cupping his head, she tangled her fingers in his hair, then leaned down and kissed him. Their moans mingled. Knowing that the outfit didn’t have to go back to a shop, Reese ground her pussy against Zach’s growing erection. She was probably getting sticky juices all over the black material, but she didn’t care. It could be sorted out later. Much later.
Forcing her tongue between Zach’s lips, Reese deepened the kiss, allowing her need, her lust, to take over. If it overwhelmed her, overwhelmed them both, then so be it. She thrust her tongue deeply into his mouth, exploring, possessing, fucking.
Zach’s hands wandered up to her backside and busily squeezed and slapped her flesh, sending flickers of delicious pain throughout her body. The resultant arousal pooled heavily in her groin. God, after the fun and games they’d had in the past few hours, she wouldn’t have thought it was possible to be in such desperate need of a fuck, but she was. As well as being dressed as her favorite Marvel character, Zach looked mighty fine in his current get-up. It suited him the best, she felt, and she idly wondered about asking him to wear it all the time.
Maybe not. She’d never be able to concentrate on a damn thing. Ever.
After several more long minutes of tangling tongues, nibbling teeth and suckling lips, Reese pulled away, then shifted down his body. She licked each of Zach’s arms in turn, luxuriating in the delicious muscle definition that would be etched into her memory forever. After a thorough licking, she ran her hands down his arms, squeezing and scratching, before skipping down to his groin and, much to her relief, finding a zip there.
Freeing his cock from its material prison, Reese gripped the base, then moved down the bed, into a position where she could comfortably suck him.
Sinking her mouth down onto his tip, she got him good and wet before going to town. Bobbing up and down, she enjoyed the salty taste that slicked over her tongue, the musky scent of him, the sensation of iron encased in velvet that was his shaft. Fucking perfection.
Sensing the tension that overtook Zach, Reese hurriedly stopped sucking him and pulled away. Grinning up at him, she clambered back up his body, capturing his lips in another kiss even as she took him into her hand and guided him inside her. Once more, each of their moans was swallowed by the other as the pleasure of penetration raced through them.
Twisting her face away, she put her mouth next to Zach’s ear and whispered, “I’m going to ride you until your teeth rattle, Barton. You up for that?”
Digging his fingers hard into her arse cheeks and making her yelp, he replied, “I can’t think of anything I’d like more.”
Sitting up, Reese assumed the cowgirl position. Rocking and bouncing a handful of times to get her rhythm and angle, she found a place that was just right. And when she did, she went for it. She’d promised to make Zach’s teeth rattle, and she was going to keep that promise. With any luck, she’d be doing some rattling of her own.
Gripping on to some handily placed straps on Zach’s outfit, she held on tight and began to fuck him as if there were no tomorrow. Her breasts bounced crazily until his hands shot up and played with them, adding a further dimension of pleasure to their rough lovemaking.
Before long they were both well on their way to coming. Expletives, groans and yells filled the air. Hands gripped, fingernails scratched, chests heaved. They were spiraling helplessly toward their inevitable conclusion, yet still they moved faster, Zach jerking his hips up repeatedly to meet Reese’s as she bore down on him over and over. Slaves to passion, to need, they pushed through breathlessness and exhaustion, driven entirely by their animal instincts.
Reese’s thighs burned. Still she rocked, bounced, ground away on Zach’s cock, eager to take her pleasure and give him his. Finally she achieved hers, a fierce climax that tore through her without warning, making her scream until she was hoarse and collapse onto Zach, as limp as a rag doll.
In response, Zach rolled them over until he was on top, taking over. Reese watched through heavy-lidded eyes as her black-clad man pounded her for several more minutes before pulling out, wrapping his fingers around his shaft and tossing himself off until he shot semen across her stomach. Throwing his head back, he let out a roar, continuing to tug at his cock until his balls had been completely emptied. Reese could not tear her gaze from the sight.
Fuck me. That’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.
Coming back to himself, Zach gave her a shit-eating grin, then shifted up the bed and flopped down next to her. Pulling her into his arms, he buried his face in her hair. “Happy birthday, baby.”
“Thank you, Zach. I can honestly say it’s been the best birthday ever. You did good. Better than good, actually, but my brain’s not working well enough at the moment to supply another word.”
“Well, that’s a compliment in itself. I’m glad I did good.”
“Me too,” she said on a contented sigh, snuggling into him and enjoying the scent of leather from his outfit. “I don’t think anyone can have had such a perfect present, ever. And you know what?”
“What?”
“I know what I want for Christmas.”
“You do?”
“Yeah. Loki.”
Chuckling, Zach said, “Okay, I can do that. But under one condition.”
“Name it.”
“I want the Black Widow.”
“Agreed.”
“And maybe Lady Sif.”
“Done. Now shut up and go to sleep.”
“Yes ma’am. Good night.”
“Good night.”
About Lucy Felthouse
Lucy Felthouse is a graduate of the University of Derby, where she studied Creative Writing. During her first year, she was dared to write an erotic story—so she did. It went down a storm and she's never looked back. Lucy is multi-published across many subgenres of erotica and erotic romance and continues to try new subgenres and lengths of work in order to get all the ideas in her head onto paper, and eventually out into the world.
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