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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.”

Lucy Felthouse is a graduate of the University of Derby,
where she studied Creative Writing. During her first year, she was dared to
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