Evans & Cavill (The Limo)

Characters: Chris Evans the Actor, Henry Cavill the Actor, OFC Tiffany, OFC Stacey

Summary: Chris & Henry take Stacey & Tiffany back to their hotel for the night, but the fun doesn’t wait.

Rating: Explicit; NSFW 18+

Warnings: Seduction, Voyeurism, Penetration, Teasing, Groping, Dirty Talk, Exhibitionism, Silencing,

Word Count: 4,359

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Stacey looked through the crowd. People were almost on top of each other since it was so packed, but she still couldn’t see Tiffany anywhere. She took another nervous gulp of her champagne and looked up to the balcony that surrounded the floor on which she stood. The A-list celebrities were schmoozing with each other. She could see many recognizable faces, laughing and talking with their own drinks. But of course, this was the Bafta after party. What else could she expect.

She felt fingers on her bare shoulders and turned.
“Hey girl…” Tiffany gave her a kiss on the cheek, and ran her hands down her arms.

Stacey turned and felt relief. She wasn’t by herself anymore.
“Girl, where’ve you been? I’ve been waiting forever! Where were you?”

Tiffany crossed her arms playfully and scoffed.
“Workin’, like what you’re suppose to be doin’,” and she winked at her.

Stacey held her drink out and played dramatic.
“We’re done. We get to do whatever we want now.” Her demeanor took a turn for the more serious side. “How was the job? Who’d you meet?”

Tiffany covered her face and held back a laugh. “Oh my God, you will not believe what happened to me!” She whispered towards the end and leaned into Stacey’s ear. “I’m not wearing panties anymore!”

Stacey pulled back and she gave her a playful look of trouble. “What did you do?” She asked eagerly with interest.

“Okay, well they told me who I would be escorting out onto the stage. There was a few different sets of people. I had to stay with them in their green rooms for about twenty minutes or so before they took to the stage…”

As Tiffany started talking, Stacey realized there was a set of eyes on her from behind Tiffany, and they were getting closer. The two made eye contact, and she felt impelled to keep it. She recognized him right away. She interrupted Tiffany as she kept staring at him.

“–Um Tiff, Superman is behind you and he’s is coming over here.”

As Tiffany’s face sank, she straightened herself and took a deep breath, closing her eyes having her memories return.
She could feel a strong and confident presence almost against her back. His hand came to the small of it and he rubbed her gently.

“Good evening ladies.” He turned to Tiffany and spoke directly into her eyes. “Miss Tiffany,” he growled.
His voice was thorough through Tiffany’s body. She could have moaned right there.

Stacey watched the two be uncomfortably comfortable together in the awkward silence, over the abundance of people surrounding them. Stacey immediately knew. She had to look away and bow her head, hiding the uncontrollable smirk that appeared over her face.

“Stacey, I think you recognize Henry Cavill. He plays Superman in Man of Steel. Mr Cavill–”

“Please, call me Henry. I think we know each other well enough for a first name basis, don’t you darling?”

Stacey looked back to them in surprise. She had never seen Tiffany react to man that way.

Henry’s face was awfully close to Tiffany’s as his finger graced her chin looking over her lips.
His hand rubbed her back, sliding down and over her ass gently. Her mouth came open as his fingers got thorough.

Stacey cleared her throat and Tiffany swung her eyesight over to her, waking from her temporary spell.
“Ah-um, Henry. Sure, that’s what I will call you, sorry. This is my friend, Stacey.”

Stacey smiled and looked Henry over as he took a step towards her. He extended his hand with a smirk, and her smile quickly faded as she realized how bright and beautiful his blue eyes were. As their fingers touched, he turned her hand in his, and his lips came down gently, never escaping their eye contact.
Stacey was already enthralled.

Henry looked between the two black beauties as they stared at him lost in their own fantasies. He bowed his head and chuckled low.
“Well, if you two don’t mind following a dirty bearded man home, I was hoping to have some company tonight.”

The girls quickly looked to each other and their faces lit up slowly, controlling the majority of their excitement.

“Of course,” Tiffany responded. “… so long as you don’t mind a couple of Bafta employees following you home.”

Henry gave one of his remarkable smiles into Tiffany’s eyes and took her hand. He brought it to his lips and kissed the back of her hand even slower than he did Stacey’s. “It would be an honour to have you in my presence again Miss Tiffany, especially if I get you alone.”

Tiffany felt her whole body shiver with the combining sound of his accent and the deep rumble in his voice. She looked at his lips once again and wished for him to kiss her, as he had in the green room.
The corners of Henry’s mouth extended and she saw the row of perfect white teeth.
She smiled back, knowing he was in for quite the surprise with her. She knew he hadn’t seen anything yet.

He lowered their hands and held onto hers tight turning back to Stacey. “Shall we beautiful? There’s someone who wants to meet you.”

Stacey’s smile faded as she got confused quickly. “Me?”

Henry chuckled low again and reached out for Stacey’s hand. She looked to Tiffany quickly, but took it. Henry winked, turned and started to walk in the opposite direction, guiding the ladies with him. All three made their way through the crowd together.

Henry guided the ladies in their gowns and heels down long dark corridors to the back of the old castle-like building where cars were busy picking people up.
Henry took them to a nearby wall. Feeling his phone in his pocket vibrate, he reached for it and the screen lit up his face.
“Apparently he’s on his way. He’ll be here shortly, then we can get going. Are you ladies alright? Do you need anything?”

Confused and a little intimidated, Stacey had to ask. “Excuse me Mister Cavill, but who exactly are we waiting for? My apologies but the suspense is killing me.”

Henry pulled Tiffany into him by her waist, and she followed through. She watched and admired him as he spoke to Stacey. “Don’t worry sweetheart, you’ll like him. I promise.”

She scoffed, a little annoyed. “I’m sorry but, how can you be so sure?”

Tiffany’s arms came around Henry’s shoulders and she whispered in his ear. He smiled with a closed mouth. He nodded to Tiffany playfully, turning away and bringing her fully against him again.

Tiffany smiled. Her voice was full of confidence. “Listen bitch, you better believe me when I say… you’re in for one hell of a night.”

Stacey huffed out of frustration. Now they both knew. She tried to think of a playful joke to make fun of the situation.
“Well, who could possibly impress me more than Superman?”

As she spoke, Henry’s smile increased and Tiffany straightened herself again, still clinging to Cavill in his tux.

“How about Captain America?”

Stacey’s face lit up and her pupils dilated immediately. She closed her eyes in excitement.
The voice came from behind her. It was one she knew well. One she had fantasized about moaning in her ear. One she knew belonged to…

“Hi, Chris Evans.”
As she turned, he came into her. Not intrusively, but almost in an intimidating fashion.
Flustered and not thinking clearly, she looked him over from top to bottom.

There was a smirk on his face as he had been listening, dressed in a suit in which he looked extra fine in. A physique that screamed for her body to be on it, and with one hand in his pocket he stood with sex appeal and confidence. He was everything she had ever imagined he would be in real life.

“Stacey,” she shyly replied.

He blatantly looked down her body in her dark blue dress. She wore a strapless number that looked like satin material, stopping short above her knees with little room for her to move in. It hugged her entire body well.
“You’re even more beautiful than I had seen from inside. I can see you much more clearly now that I’m so close to you. For the evening, I’m quite lucky.”

Embarrassed, she scoffed as she smiled. She opened her mouth to pay him a compliment right back but couldn’t find the words. Chris watched her for a response, but knew she didn’t have it in her, so he saved her from an awkward moment and took the opportunity of the silence, holding out his hand. “May I?”

Stacey automatically gave it to him and he took it to his mouth kissing the back slowly, still smirking.
She could hear Tiffany giggle behind her.

“We should probably get going you two. It’s pretty busy here.” Henry’s voice was loud and jolted Stacey.

Realizing they were lost in the moment, she cleared her mind and still facing Chris, she spoke. “Yes, let’s… get going.”

Chris grasped her hand and turned her towards the other two who were completely against each other, smiling at Evans and Stacey.
Tiffany was slowly pulling on Henry’s bowtie. It fell apart in her fingers but went unnoticed to him.

Chris pointed at the lineup of cars waiting.
“Which one you think?”

Henry responded, “Let’s take this one. It looks like it would have the most… space.”
Stacey turned just in time to see Henry and Evans quickly rid smirks.

“Perfect. Thanks man.”

“You’re welcome. Tiffany, you first love.”
And he guided her into the limo like a proper gentleman.

As she watched her friend get into the car, Stacey was confused and had to ask the obvious.
“Why do we need space?”

Henry snickered and entered the vehicle, leaving Chris outside with Stacey.

Chris came into her smiling and his hands went to her waist. He pulled her in close, pushed her hair back and spoke in her ear.
“Oh my, innocence. I love innocence. Come and play with us Stacey. I would love it if you played with us.”
His body was warm against hers, and even though she was in heels, she was still rather shorter than him.
His voice filled her insides and she felt her pussy become warm and tight.

Almost losing herself, she took a deep inhale through her nose and exhaled with an open mouth. “I’m not innocent,” she quietly responded.

Chris came into her neck and kissed it gently, leaving a wet spot, still growling as he spoke. “Well then I guess you’ll have to prove that to me, won’t you beautiful.” He kissed her neck once more. “Shall we go?” He whispered.

Stacey looked to Chris with a sly smirk. She knew what he meant, but didn’t know specifics or to what extent.
She came to the realization quickly when she was climbing into the car. Tiffany and Henry were already all over each other, not halting for Stacey’s entrance into the vehicle while she deliberated quickly over her lack of choice, on where to sit. A seat to the left, or straight across from them on the other side of the limo. She chose the furthest distance away.

She glimpsed at the two in the furthest seat back to see Henry’s mouth and tongue moving on Tiffany’s. Stacey thought he looked like he would be an excellent kisser. Given the opportunity to try him out for herself, she would.
Tiffany’s hands were sliding along the inside of his suit jacket, feeling over his chest. Her naked leg was draped over his knee and Stacey could see all the way up to her hip. Henry’s hands were occupied on Tiffany, rubbing her down over her clothing as he inched his way inside her dress.

In order to not make the situation uncomfortable and in an attempt to give them some privacy, Stacey looked away as Chris was still outside, advising the driver where to go. She huffed as she waited patiently for Chris to climb in hoping the two would stop, but they didn’t.
Finally, Chris climbed in sitting next to her. He smirked as he glanced at the other two. “Nothing like getting to business, hey Henry?”

He pulled away quickly from Tiffany’s mouth, looking like he was having difficulty doing so.
“I did nothing, she started it. I was trying–”

But as Cavill tried to speak, Tiffany had stopped him with her own mouth and they were kissing again, passionately and slowly. Stacey watched as Henry immediately started to enjoy himself as if they had never stopped. Tiffany moaned into Henry’s mouth and Henry’s hands gripped her tight.
Chris scoffed and turned back to Stacey with interest. She bowed her head and seductively looked up to him.

“She’s quite beautiful – Tiffany. She’s hard not to look at. Especially that leg,” he said quietly.
Stacey had no response, enthralled in Chris’ handsome face and intriguing facial expressions.
“But I’d look away from that leg for these lips of yours.” Chris leaned into her and his far hand came to her face. His fingers went to the side and his thumb ran gently over her swollen bottom lip. She parted them as he rubbed over it slowly. She knew he already had her.

Stacey became aroused just by how close Chris was, along with his smell and his suit. His beard was perfectly groomed and his eyes were bright and almost sparkling.

As they looked each other’s faces over, Chris knew she was also stalling to look at the other couple. He spoke softly.
“You can look at them you know. They want you to.”

Intrigued by the offer and opportunity, and aroused at the thought they wanted her to watch, she shifted in the seat. She spoke quietly, “It’s kinda rude though, don’t you think? To watch?”
She heard Tiffany pant out loud and her interest got the best of her. She looked up to see Henry’s sharp teeth biting Tiffany’s shoulder. His white hand completely encompassing her black ass cheek. He grabbed it hard and shook it, then and pulled her completely onto his lap. Tiffany’s legs spread to either side of him, and her fingers went to his hair. She grasped his curls and held him while she dove for his mouth.

Stacey’s eyes rolled back to Chris. He was smirking at her. In return, she looked away momentarily and blushed.
Chris leaned into her ear and moved some of her hair away off her neck. He whispered, “It’s not rude if they want you to watch,” he kissed her neck. “Which they obviously do,” and he kissed her again. “Which I want, too.”

Stacey closed her eyes, hoping Chris would continue to kiss her skin and force her to keep her eyes shut, but he didn’t. She opened them again just as Chris moved closer to her, placing his arm around her on the back of the seat and spreading his legs like any man would do. He unbuttoned his jacket, exposing his white button up shirt and ran his hand down his tie, relaxing. It looked like he was preparing to watch a movie.

Still uncomfortable looking at the other couple, Stacey kept her eyes on Chris while he watched the other two. She could hear kisses, clothing move and rub, and small moans and grunts. She wished to look, but she also thought it was intrusive.
Chris leaned into her again. “You can’t stare at me forever Stacey, or at least you can’t avoid this forever.”

“I can avoid it till we get there,” she quickly replied. But Chris kept speaking.

“Watch them with me. Let them warm you up…” He looked down at her chest. “Get wet for me, while I get hard.”

Stacey didn’t hesitate and whispered back. “She’s my friend. We just don’t do that.”

Chris’ face went into her neck again. She heard him take a deep breath, and hot air hit her skin as he slowly exhaled. He was taking in her scent. The thought aroused her further. She saw his jaw clench – he wanted her. Her legs squeezed together and chills covered her body. She squirmed in place.

He faced her and raised an eyebrow in the darkened limo. He was so close he could have kissed her. She waited for him to, but he spoke instead. “It seems to me she’s not being coy. You can’t see much of her anyway,” he turned his head back at Cavill and Tiffany. “Look,” and he raised his finger and pointed.

Tiffany was moaning and she could hear heavy breathing from both of them, ultimately telling Stacey things had intensified since her last peek. She smiled, thought twice and shyly turned, wanting to see Henry and her friend. What she saw amazed her.

Tiffany was riding Henry, lowering herself onto his lap slowly and softly. His pants were open and his hands were on her ass under her dress. He was pulling at her flesh. She was leaning forward over his shoulder and Henry’s piercing eyes were staring right at Stacey.
She got a set of chills as she immediately became involved in their sex, having eye contact with a recipient. Tiffany’s sounds were more than erotic as she was preparing to come.
Stacey’s breath increased, and as much as she wanted to look away, she couldn’t. She felt her head and body turn towards them entirely, watching them have sex in front of her, keeping Cavill’s stare the whole time.

As she watched Henry’s eyes, her peripheral vision allowed her to watch Tiffany ride him. Cavill’s breath was heavy as they worked on one another. His mouth returned to Tiffany’s shoulder biting again, forcing a squeak out of her, then closing his mouth on her and sucking where he bit down.
Stacey wished she was the one getting bit.

Tiffany leaned back and Henry’s eyes flew up, breaking his stare with Stacey. She watched Henry give the same look to Tiffany as she fucked him.
“Oh fuck yeah…” she heard from Tiffany. Cavill’s hand went to the back of her head and he pulled her down onto his mouth. The two’s kiss was strong and slow.

Stacey’s mouth had fallen open. She felt warmth and liquid between her lips below, as her cunt walls contracted and squeezed tight. Squirming in place, her body mimicked Tiffany’s.
She didn’t realize Chris was watching her, as she watched the other pair. He leaned into her ear and spoke quietly.

“What do you think? Do you like it? Watching them? She’s fucking him isn’t she,” his voice in her ear gave her goose bumps all over her body and her eyes glossed over. “He’s forcing her down onto his lap, holding her ass with his hands.”
His words made Stacey realized she could hear a small slapping noise coming from their skin as they moved faster together.
Stacey made small gasps as she moved with them. As Chris was so close, she opened her neck up to welcome his mouth. He planted small soft wet kisses along her neck.

As Tiffany leaned into his shoulder, Henry watched Chris talk into Stacey’s ear, feeling the penetration Tiffany provided.

“Tell me you’d like that too. To get fucked in the back of a limo, by someone you just met but know you can trust.” The tickle of Chris’ beard enhanced her willingness to be seduced. “Hm? Tell me Stacey. Would you like that? For me to fuck you like that?” Stacey let out gasp after gasp. The noises coming from Tiffany were making it hard to concentrate on what Chris was saying.
Chris looked back to see Henry watching them, specifically Stacey. “He’s watching you. He likes you too. He wants to fuck you just as much as I do. Just as much as I want to fuck Tiffany like he is now.” The thought of having sex with both men made Stacey almost impaired with lust.
“Tell me he’s watching you.” A small kiss was planted on her neck again. “He’s watching you while he’s inside her,” and another kiss. “And you’re watching them fuck.”

Stacey couldn’t help but moan out loud. Henry pulled Tiffany’s head back to his mouth and he kissed her hard, muffing her moans. He closed his eyes again, enjoying Tiffany as he rocked back into her, both hands flying to her ass as he held her still, taking control and moving his hips quickly into her. Stacey could hear him start to grunt.
Her jaw dropped and she exhaled watching him.

Chris’ nose touched her neck and he dragged it up her chin where he breathed on her, giving her more chills. “Tell me Stacey,” he continued, but she couldn’t vocalize.
Her body was moving by itself, in a familiar rhythm. Chris’ other hand came to her knee and he slid it between her legs slowly. They parted for him as he moved his fingers up to the prize. She moaned again with his traveling fingers, and her sound overlapped Tiffany’s. It was incredible, so she did it again. Chris rubbed the inside of her thigh with her noise, forcing Stacey to vocalize again and again. Her eyes closed and she bounced and wriggled in the seat, almost as if wanting to come herself.

Chris couldn’t help himself and his hand slipped from between her legs quickly. He touched her chin and guided her to turn.

As her mouth hung open, Chris’ tongue easily slipped inside and he kissed her slowly, she reciprocated and hummed into his mouth. They continued to listen to the other couple have sex less than three feet away, kissing one another.
Chris parted from Stacey’s lips but stayed close.
“Do you want me? Do you want me to fuck you?”

“Yes…” she breathed with her eyes still closed. “Fuck me…” and she quickly whined.

Chris took her mouth immediately again, kissing her slowly and allowing her to breathe deep as their kisses broke.
Stacey’s hands finally moved from being still for so long and went to Chris’ jacket. She grasped the front flaps and pulled him into her more, no longer wanting but needing him.

“Yeah! Henry!” She heard from across the car.

Chris pulled back from their kissing and he leaned his forehead on hers. “Watch her come,” he whispered. “Watch him have her.”

Somewhat coming to, Stacey’s body slowed quickly, then stopped. They turned their heads as they held each other, watching Tiffany bounce down onto Henry hard. Henry’s grunts were loud, powerful and sharp.
Stacey could see he was focused completely on Tiffany’s face as he started to come.
Chris’ hand slid between Stacey’s legs gripping once and simply rested comfortably there while they watched the other two peak.

Just as they were getting to the brink of their orgasm, the limo came to a stop – but Henry and Tiffany weren’t done. The limo bounced in it’s place as Tiffany’s voice got higher with her moans and Henry’s grunts became more intense.

The abrupt stop of the car jolted Stacey, putting her into a worried frenzy that someone would open the limo door and see.
She turned to Chris who was still watching the other couple. Confused, she froze looking at him, both in desperate arousal and panic.
Disoriented, she had a moment of hysteria and opened the door to the limo, jumping out and racing up the steps to what appeared to be a hotel lobby. As she passed by bell boy after bell boy, she heard a voice behind her. “Stacey! Stacey wait!”
Chris was running up the steps after her.

She barreled through the glass doors and halted in the lobby looking quickly for a private hiding spot to compose herself. Out of options with no place to hide, she ran to the wall beside the elevators and tried to catch her breath. She leaned over in exhaustion, confusion and still highly aroused. She tried to calm herself quickly.

“Stacey?! Stacey!” She heard.

“Yeah,” she said ashamed. “I’m here,” she continued still out of breath. “I’m sorry!”

As he approached her, he asked, “Are you okay? I’m really sorry. I thought it would be fun. I’m so sorry if I embarrassed you or–”

“No-no. No. It’s fine.” She looked up as she felt his hand on her back. “It’s not that. I just… I had to…”
Chris’ face was full of concern and worry for her. It made her melt. She lost her train of thought completely and stared at the beautiful man in front of her.

“Are you sure you’re okay? I feel horrible. I really am sorry. What can I do? Stacey? What can I do?”

Stacey looked over his lips and shook her head. “Shut up Chris.” She looked back to his eyes, “Get us in the elevator now.”

Confused and still feeling a sense of concern, he had to make sure. “But– I thought…”

Stacey let out a gasp of breath as she gazed at his open mouth. She gave him an animal like eye as he quickly became aware of her true intentions. “Get us in the elevator,” she repeated sounding desperate.

Realizing she still wanted him, he sported an immediate look of surprise and intrigue. He took a step back and pushed the button for the elevator.
Rushing back to her, he took her head in his hands. He held her for a moment, waiting for a sign of disapproval, but none came. She waited patiently for his mouth. Anxious and excited, he kissed her hard.

Her hands hastily slid under his open jacket, over his shirt and traveled to his sides. She pulled and tugged at it to come out of his pants as they kept kissing.
He came against her and her back slammed against the wall. He pulled away abruptly to catch his breath and their mouths came together again, tongues moving and lips pressing wildly.

They heard the ding of the elevator and moved inside of it together, never ending their kisses.

To Be Continued…

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