And then her whimpers turned into a soft, drawn-out sigh, and he felt her sag against the rock, her body going boneless. He gave her one last swipe of his tongue, enjoying the quivers that moved through her body. He licked his lips and pulled his head free from her skirt, and felt a surge of satisfaction at the sight of her. Edie was flat on her back, her nipples poking through the fabric of her blouse. One hand was pressed to her forehead, shiny with sweat, and her hair was mussed. She had a dazed look of sheer pleasure on her face.

Fucking gorgeous. He dragged her hips to the edge of the rock, keeping her skirts hitched up around her thighs, and freed his cock from the lacings of his football leggings. The cup he’d worn as part of the costume was constricting the hell out of him, to an almost painful degree, and when he ripped it off and his cock sprang loose, he let go a sigh of relief. Then, he stepped forward and pressed the length of his cock against her wet folds, rubbing it along her sex to lubricate himself in case she wasn’t quite yet wet enough to take him. “I’m going to fuck you now, Edie,” he told her. “Put your legs around me.”

Her knees lifted and he felt her calves press against the backs of his legs. Her lips parted, her face intent as she watched him. Waiting for him. Now, he decided that there was a look on Edie’s face that he liked better than that sleepy, fuck-me look. The one when she was getting fucked. With that thought surging through his mind, he sank his cock deep into her.

The first moment was pure fucking bliss. She gave another one of those sexy whimpers, and he felt her all around him, so tight, her pussy clenching him like a fist. And bare. God, he was bare inside her. It was the fucking danger zone, but he’d revel in it for a few moments regardless. He closed his eyes, every nerve ending in his dick screaming for release, and concentrated on Edie.

Every woman fucked different than the last. Magnus had figured that out in college, when the girlfriend he was positive he’d been bringing to screaming orgasms told her best buddy she was faking, and the news got back to him. Once his ego had sufficiently recovered, he started to pay attention to how the woman below him responded to his touch. Some were so into their own head that dirty talk and a few touches would make them come like rockets. Some needed constant touching and lots of heavy pounding to get close to an orgasm. Some didn’t come without lots and lots of pussy-eating and encouragement. A lot of them didn’t come from vaginal penetration at all, and those were the hardest clues to pick up, because a lot of women would just fake so as not to insult her partner. So he closed his eyes and mentally waited for Edie’s signals, his cock buried deep inside her. Right about now, she’d either encourage him for more, or subtly give off the “hurry up and get off me” signals. He shifted his hips, pushing his cock deeper inside her.

Edie gave a small sigh. “You feel so good. So deep.” Her muscles twitched, and when he pulled back and pushed deep again, she gave another one of those lovely little sighs and tightened her legs around him. That was definitely a “keep going” signal, so Magnus began to pump into her slowly. Too fast, and she’d expect him to be done right away. Slow told her that he was going to take his time at this next part, and to settle in and enjoy the ride.

As he shuttled his cock in and out of her, he watched her closely, waiting for the hint of another building orgasm. Edie was languid at first, running her hands all over the front of his uniform as he thrust into her and whispered filthy things. But as his thrusts grew with intensity, so did her reactions. Her fingers dug into his clothing, and her sighs turned into those frenzied whispers he enjoyed so much. By the time he got to ball-slapping, pounding thrusts, she was writhing underneath him, her whimpers a constant stream of noise from her throat. “Please,” she panted with each thrust. “Please. Magnus. Please.”

His release was building, his sac tightening and drawing up against his body. Every instinct in his mind screamed to bury deep inside her, but he forced himself to slide out of her with his last thrust, lest he lose control.

“No,” Edie whimpered, clinging to him. “Nooo, I’m so close.”

That drove him over the edge. Hand gripping his cock, he rubbed the head of it against her sex and came, mind blazing with orgasm. Semen painted lines across her skirt, her thighs, her pussy. All the while, she was making those little gasping noises that were arousal mixed with disappointment.

Her hand pounded on his chest. “Don’t forget about me!”

He laughed, the sound breathless with his own orgasm. “Never.” Magnus dragged his fingers through his cum and then rubbed her clit with his slick fingers until she was shrieking her next orgasm in his ear, bellowing his name.

They remained there, panting and breathless, for a few moments. He shoved his cock back into his pants, grimacing at the stickiness of it, and re-laced himself up. “Maybe I shouldn’t have thrown away your panties,” he told her. “We could probably use them right about now to clean you up.”

She propped up on her elbows again, a rat’s nest of tangled hair on the back of her head, and gazed down at her spread thighs, still painted with his semen, her skirts hiked up. Then, she mock-scowled at him. “You, sir, are a very messy man.”

“You liked it,” he said with a wink.

“That’s beside the point,” she told him, her voice all prim again. “Find me some grass to clean off with.”

Several handfuls of grass later, they found Edie’s panties again and managed to clean up her costume as much as possible. He helped Edie down from the stone, feeling a masculine burst of pleasure when she clung to him for support, weak-kneed. “You okay?” he asked her.

“Just a little wobbly.”

He could practically hear the blush in her voice. Damn. That was sexy. As he watched her try to finger-comb her hair into a semblance of decency and straightened her eyepatch, he pulled her against him, feeling her soft breasts press against his chest—and his damn shoulder pads. He wanted to be out of this costume and naked in bed with her, making her produce all those sexy whimpers again. “Come home with me tonight, Edie. I’ve got condoms back at my place.”

“I can’t.”

He stiffened, surprised at her refusal. He’d thought she wanted what they’d just done as much as he had. Was she embarrassed now? Had she not come? He was pretty sure neither of her orgasms were faked, but—

As if she could read his thoughts, Edie patted his arm. “It’s not you, Magnus. It’s Sneezy. And Chunk,” she added after a moment. “And actually, it’s all my cats. I need to give two of them their medicine, and feed the others. I can’t leave them on their own and Bianca won’t give them their meds because she’s afraid to get scratched.”

Magnus relaxed. If that was the only problem, it was easy to solve. “Can I come to your place, then?”

“Hell yes,” she said, and grabbed a fistful of his jersey and pulled him down for another fierce kiss. “We can get condoms on the way home.”

“What about your sister? Did she drive you tonight or did you come alone?” He dragged his hand through her hair, mentally picturing grabbing a handful of it as he fucked her from behind.

She grimaced. “Ugh. Yeah, I’m with Bianca. Let me text her an excuse of some kind. She probably won’t check her phone for forever anyhow, but at least she won’t worry.” She patted her skirts and then blanched. “Shit. My phone was in my peg leg.”

“Your what?”

“Just come with me,” Edie said, and grabbed him by the hand. “I think I left it on the porch.”

Chapter Eleven