Free ADifferentKindOfCosplay by Lucy Felthouse

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