Chapter Twelve
Jackson
While I was in the other room, she slipped into the cheeky-shorts that were the bottom for the costume. The original War Angel didn’t have wings, but in every rendition of her that I’d seen, she wore almost nothing. C.J.’s costume was true to form aside from those amazing feathered wongs. Still, I wished she didn’t seem so damn close to naked.
She put the boots on and zipped the backs up to almost the tops of her thighs. There were only a couple of inches of bare skin between her shorts and the boots, but that couple of inches was her ass hanging out the back, and the bit of thigh that most people didn’t show unless they were on the beach or at the pool. When I walked back in, she was standing in the center of the room, in nothing but a pair the shorts with the blue metallic flames up the front and sides.
After I picked my jaw up off the floor, I cleared my throat and asked her if she could take off the boots for a second so I didn’t screw up putting the wings on. I was used to being taller than everyone, but she stood at nearly six-foot herself, which made her almost as tall as me in the super high-heeled boots. She slipped them off let me help her into the bodice. I held the wings while she clasped the hidden belt under the waist and adjusted the straps over her shoulders.
“Okay, let it go slowly, let’s see if the wings are right.”
I let go by increments and watched as she adjusted the shoulders and belt a little more. It seemed uncomfortably tight, and the extra-wide belt also pulled her in, giving her that ridiculously wasp-waisted look that artists always gave their female characters. Looking at the pained expression on her face, I refrained from telling her how hot she looked, like she’d just climbed off the pages of a classic comic-book, even without doing anything to her hair and makeup.
I helped her with the boots once she got the bodice secure, and stood back to watch her strut and get the lights in the boots “flaming.” She made a pass of the room, rolling her shoulders against the pull of the heavy wings. I saw that same pained look as she struggled to keep her posture straight, and started watching the way the brace moved under the leather of her almost non-existent top.
She popped out her hip and flipped a switch with her thumb when she settled her hands on her hips. My eyes and mouth flew wide open as I reached out a hand toward the wings, stopping myself just before I touched them.
“Oh, my fucking God. How are you not a professional costumer?” I gasped. “Not to mention that pose. Jesus Christ, I wish I hadn’t seen that. I’m gonna have to bring a baseball bat to keep the fuckboys from groping you.”
“Ha! Good luck with that. The groping comes with the territory. Doesn’t bother me too much, though. I’ve gotten really good at a quick heel grind to the top of the foot. They back off quick after that.” She considered for a moment. “I love watching them limp off.” She surprised me into a burst of laughter, as I backed away from her and lifted my hands out to the sides as if to embrace the image she was creating.
“How do you wear those damn wings? They must be killing you.”
“Actually, they are. But, how does the long piece down the back look?” She turned to show me the black piece of bodice that ran down the back between the wings, that hadn’t been visible with the wings closed. It went all the way down into the top of the shorts, and sat right against her spine.
“That looks damn seamless, even from this close.” I stepped in to make a closer inspection. “If you wanted, we could shore it up across your ribcage.” She turned and opened the decorative part of the costume and I pointed my fingers under her breasts trailing then across her ribcage. “Here, I can shore up the brace with some metal and sheath it in rubber, so it doesn’t cut into you.”
“Well, if we did that, I could pad it and make it sort of a demi-bra as well. The one thing that’s been bothering me is that she’s so big-breasted in all the art. My ladies don’t really cut it,” she added, bouncing a breast with her fingertips.
“Says who?” I scoffed. I refrained from grabbing her breast in my hand, though it took a lot of willpower to keep my hands to myself.
“Thanks,” she scoffed, “but if I pad the brace, I get the lift and fullness I need without my tattas falling out, and a little extra strength to the brace, while distributing the weight over something stronger than my lumbar spine.”
I traced my fingers across the area I had pointed to again, and she shivered when they trailed towards her back. I then crouched to the side of her and splayed my fingers over her ribs.
“We should do it like this.” I turned her to the mirror and showed her what I meant, hoping she got the image even through my clumsy representation with my wrist at near vertical, my hand twisted awkwardly, so the fingers of my hand lined up with her ribs. She looked down at my reflection in the mirror and I saw what she did: my face screwed up in concentration, looking as ridiculous as I felt. I cleared my throat past the tightness that was preventing me from talking, and let go of her.
“You don’t think I’m the biggest nerd ever for dressing up as comic book characters?” She finally asked, arching an eyebrow as we stared into each other’s reflections.
“I think you are cool as shit for being this good at creating these high-end, movie-grade costumes. Even if they weren’t this freaking good, how the hell can I judge? I went from hacking high-security at the DOD, to securing the money transfers of an ‘Overwatch’ streamer. To the black hat hackers, I’m a sellout. Not sexy.”
She started to undo the fastenings and I stood to help her shrug off the wings. I carefully replaced the rig on the mannequin as she sat on the ottoman in the middle of the room and shucked off the still glowing boots.
“Leave those on.” I pointed at the shorts. “We don’t have to eat just yet, do we?”
She looked down at the black and blue short-shorts. “What was your plan?” she laughed. “Want me to strut around the apartment like this for a bit?”
I lunged at her, catching her off guard, and picked her up before she knew what hit her, throwing her surprisingly light frame over my shoulder in a fireman carry.
“Nope. You’ll only be wearing them for another couple minutes anyway.” I dumped her unceremoniously on the bed and grinned down at her. “Damn you look good in those. Let’s see how they look, wadded up on the floor.” I grabbed the waistband of the shorts and pulled hard, forcing them over her hips and down her thighs. Halfway down I stopped and sat back to look again. The shorts were tight enough, that they hobbled her, forcing her thighs together. My mouth watered, watching her struggle against the binding the shorts provided and all I could think about was squeezing inside her.
I slid my finger into my mouth, wetting it, then forced it between her thighs, sliding it between her moist folds and rubbing it over her quickly swelling nub, before slipping it inside her and starting to work it in earnest. She writhed on the bed, pressing herself against my hand harder and arching her back as I reached down with my free hand and grasped her breast.
“Naked, now!” she gasped as she bucked against me.
I thrilled at the thought that I was driving her to the edge of the abyss with just my hands. My body reacted to her with almost violent need and drew a low chuckle out of me that made her shudder in reply. I undid the fly on my shorts while she watched, eagerly waiting for me to free myself. Her eyes on me turned me on even more, and my swollen shaft sprang free and stood so straight it almost pressed flat against my abs.
“No computer geek has a right to look that good naked,” she sighed, as I tugged her spanky-pants down and tossed them on the floor. I glanced down and nodded. They did look good in a pile on the floor.
“Says the super-hot cosplay model who is about to let a major geek up in her lady-bits.” I replied, setting one knee on the bed and wrapping my hand around myself, stroking the shaft as I watched glistening juices drip from her.
“You did not just say that and expect me to let you near me,” she gasped.
I bounced onto the bed next to her and kissed her on the mouth. “Of course, you will. You like that I’m dorkier than you.” I kissed her again, but this time, I rolled her under me, and when she kissed me back, she slid herself onto me, so smoothly that it took my breath away.
She tilted her hips, lifting from under me and rocking herself, rubbing against me even as she slid me in and out of her tight, wet embrace. I felt the muscles inside her grip me so tight it took all my strength not to lose control and finish before she did. Finally, I rolled us so she was on top of me, and pulled her down to my chest. She was so tall, it was easy to get her breasts to my mouth at that angle, and I sucked them one at a time and rolled her nipples between my fingers as she closed her eyes and thrust harder and faster.
“God, I want to do the dirtiest things to you,” I confessed in a whisper as I felt her orgasm clench tight around me. Her eyes flew open and then she squeezed them shut tight as she threw her head back and cried out, digging her fingernails into my chest as she braced against the wave of pleasure that swept over her. She collapsed onto my chest and trembled, sighing into my hair. I lifted and held her against me as I sat up and turned us over. I began to move inside her again, looking down at her flushed face, and the tendrils of sweat dampened hair stuck to her forehead.
“I want you to do dirty things to me, too,” she said softly, as I tried to control my pace. “I fantasized about you before this, after we’d talked for all those hours.”
I swallowed hard. I’d done the same, but I was almost afraid to share what I’d pictured us doing. “What did you think about?” I slowed my pace even more, trying to hold on if possible before letting my orgasm overtake me.
“I imagined you walking in, and immediately bending me over the arm of the couch, and just taking me from behind, without speaking to me.”
My hard cock throbbed at the visual, and despite myself, I started to speed up again. “Tell me more,” I managed to gasp as I closed my eyes and thrust hard and fast.
“Sometimes, I imagine kneeling in front of you, with my lips wrapped around you…” she trailed off with a whimper and dug her fingers into my hips before continuing. “I get so wet thinking about using my mouth on you, in the car, even in a public restroom.” I felt a gush of her juices on the inside of my thigh and knew she could go again. I pinched her nipple harder, drawing a gasp from her throat, and slammed into her letting myself go completely. She wrapped her legs around my waist and clung to me for dear life as I thrust so hard and fast all I could hear was my breathing and the sound of sweaty flesh slapping together.
I could faintly hear her cry out my name as I came, pleasure rushing over me in a wave that roared in my ears, nearly drowning her out completely. She kept her legs around my waist, and I slowly lowered us to the bed, rolling to my side and giving her room to slide her bottom leg out from under me.
We laid in silence, without moving, for a few minutes, until a shiver from her signaled that the air conditioning had finally overridden the heat we’d created between us.
I reached behind me and found the sheet and bedspread shoved almost out of range, and used my fingertips to work it closer. When I could, I grabbed it and spread the covers over us both, to warm her. She snuggled in, one ankle between my calves, her face pressed against my chest.
“So, do you think maybe you could eat something now?” she asked in a sleepy, satisfied voice. I ran my fingers through her hair, loathe to move from the position we were in for any reason other than mortal danger.
“I want to buy you dinner, but I think I would like to know if there are any good places who deliver,” I offered. “Because the more we do this,” I ran my hand down her body, “the less I want to go anywhere we can’t.”
She sighed, and I felt her warm breath move the hair on my chest. “We can’t stay indoors forever, but the sooner we go, the sooner we get back,” she negotiated. “I can cook, though, you know. If you aren’t scared. Just let me up first,” she added with a giggle.
“I’m not afraid to eat your cooking, I just want to take you on a real date,” I laughed. “How about this. You throw in a shower together before we go, and promise that we go to the place with the shortest wait to get in, and I’ll let go of you.”
She was quiet for a moment and I checked to see if she’d fallen asleep again. “I’m awake,” she chuckled. “I was just giving myself a little more time being held before having to shower off all this lovely sex.”
“I have every intention of taking the sex into the shower with us,” I replied firmly. “Because that was my fantasy while I was still at Lago Colina. You, in the shower, all soapy and slippery, and me getting to wash every, last inch of you.”
“You want to wash me?” she asked. She sounded genuinely surprised.
“I want to touch all your dirty bits, darlin’, like every other red-blooded male on the planet.”
She pulled away enough to meet my eyes. “Well, we had better get that shower going, then. I have a lot of dirty bits right now, and it’s going to take you a minute to get to them all.” She slid my hand to her ass and pressed it against her soft, firm cheek. I responded by gripping it tight enough to drag a little helpless sound from her throat, and slid my tongue inside her mouth as I kissed her. I released her ass at the same time as I came up for air.
“Let’s go get clean, while we think of all the dirty things we can do later.” I whispered to her, giving her one more quick, chaste kiss on the lips, then another on her neck. I didn’t know if what we were doing was too out of the norm to work forever, but I was going to make sure that she never forgot the first day we spent together, no matter what came after, or how quickly we burned out.