ADifferentKindOfCosplay (5 page)

Grinning, Reese gave a slow nod.

Zach didn’t hesitate. He shoved the chair out of his way.
Then he undid his trousers and let them fall to his ankles, swiftly followed by
his boxer shorts. Gripping his cock, he aimed it at her entrance. Leaning his
forehead against hers, he looked deeply into her eyes as he pushed inside. His
hands roamed to her thighs, holding on to her so she couldn’t slip away across
the surface of the table.

It was a struggle for Reese to keep her eyes open as the
pleasure of being filled and stretched coursed through her. Gritting her teeth,
she reached around and grabbed Zach’s buttocks once more, pulling him roughly
into her until his balls pressed against her backside.

Their grunts and groans mingled, and Zach tilted his head,
giving her bottom lip a sharp bite.

“Ow, fuck!” she yelled, digging her fingernails hard into
his buttocks.

“Ow to you too,” he responded, pulling back a little, then
shunting roughly back into her. His fingers dug into her thighs.

“Oh, that’s how it’s gonna be, is it?” She smirked. “Well
that’s fine by me, doctor. I never suspected you had it in you.”

“Well you learn something new every day, don’t you?” With
that, Zach shifted his hands, cupping them beneath her knees and pulling her to
the very edge of the table.

Reese lay back, her arms folded beneath her head so she
could still watch all the action without getting neck strain.

Seemingly satisfied she was comfortable and not in any
danger of falling off the table, Zach began to shunt his hips, in slow, shallow
movements at first. He was almost languid, and yet the resultant sensations
running through Reese’s body were delicious. She felt every inch of Zach’s cock
sliding in and out of her, parting her lips, dragging at the delicate skin of
her labia, which in turn tugged at her clit.

The tingles built, and to her utter surprise, Reese tumbled
into a gentle orgasm. It was new, unusual, but no less pleasurable than the
ones that ripped through her and left her in pieces in their wake.

“Did you just come?” Zach said, frowning.

“Uh-huh. Just a little one.”

“Cool. Ready for some more?”

Reese nodded.

Picking up his pace slightly, Zach moved his right hand down
to where their bodies joined, gathered up some juices and slicked them over
Reese’s clit. Now he touched it, she felt just how swollen it was. She squirmed
beneath him and he responded by gripping her leg more tightly to stop her
getting away, then moved faster.

Reese curled her hands, which were still behind her head,
into fists, silently screwing up her need, her frustration. Her tiny climax
hadn’t taken any of the edge off her need. It had simply left her craving more.

Part of her, a feral part, wanted her to beg Zach to speed
up, go as fast as he could, fuck her hard and deep and pinch her clit until she
came so hard he’d have to scrape her off the ceiling. But another part was
content to see how things played out, to lie back—literally—and enjoy the sight
of her gorgeous boyfriend dressed up as one of her favorite comic book heroes,
screwing her senseless.

The geek in her won out. It wasn’t every day she had sex
with Bruce Banner, whose glasses were now so far down his nose they were in
danger of falling off. Grinning, she commented, “Doc? Much as you’re smoking
hot in those glasses, I think you should take them off. Don’t want ’em falling
off in the heat of the moment, now do we?”

With a cheeky grin, Zach did as she suggested, taking his
fingers from her clit to remove the glasses. Stretching out, he put them on the
chair he’d discarded earlier. Then he resumed his previous position, strumming
at her clit as he rocked rhythmically in and out of her eager pussy.

Reese was a little disappointed that the glasses had gone,
because they’d been damn cute, but they weren’t practical. Not for what she
knew would inevitably happen.

As if he’d read her mind, Zach pistoned faster, each thrust
stroking deliciously against her internal walls, stimulating them, revving her
up. The more he gave her, the more she wanted. She bucked up to meet him, her
pelvis crashing against his, unseating his hand from its place at her clit. He
moved it back straight away, pinching the swollen bundle of nerve endings as
what she guessed was supposed to be a rebuke, but was actually a huge turn on.

She moaned. “Fuuuck, that was good.”

“What,
that?
” He pinched her again, harder this time.

A line of fire ran from her clit, along her labia and
radiated out through her body, gradually dissipating as it reached her
extremities. Her areolas crinkled, her buds stood out, begging for stimulation.
“Yes,” she hissed. “That!”

Neck ache be damned,
she thought. Bringing her hands
out from behind her head, she grasped her nipples, tormenting them as Zach
tormented her clit. In unison they pinched and pulled, twisted and rubbed, all
while Zach continued to fuck her. Sparks fired throughout her again and again.
Her chest heaved as her breaths grew shorter, her heart pounded faster to keep
up with what her body was experiencing.

And what it was experiencing was
bliss.
Pure and
simple. But the two of them couldn’t stay that way forever, keeping up the same
speed without coming. Their hormones, their impulses, would never allow it.

Zach knew that as well as she did, and he allowed his
movements to be dictated by his dick rather than his brain. And his dick, it
seemed, was ready to blow.

Releasing her clit, Zach snatched at Reese’s right wrist and
shoved it to her crotch, indicating that she should take over. Then he put his
hands on her hips and held on tight.

Reese knew what was coming next, and a thrill of
anticipation rushed through her.

“Fuck me, baby,” she said, her voice husky. “Fuck me, and
don’t stop until we both come.”

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.”

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.”