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
Next time, Edie decided, she’d go with a princess costume like Bianca had demanded, if it included a purse. Finding her missing peg leg was a chore, but with Magnus’s help, it wasn’t so bad. A short time later, Edie found her peg leg, still intact and still with her phone inside. Time to text Bianca. She decided that a headache was the best excuse. Got migraine. Gretchen got me a cab. Heading home. Stay out as long as you like. Enjoy yourself! I’m going home to sleep. XO.
It was the perfect excuse, really—Bianca was too afraid of Gretchen to double check on things, so her alibi was ironclad. She put her phone away and turned to Magnus, who was texting as well. “Ready to go?” she asked, feeling a little uncertain at the sight of him with his phone in his hand. Maybe he’d changed his mind and was sending out an SOS so he wouldn’t have to go home with her?