Characters: Chris Evans the Actor, Henry Cavill the Actor, OFC Stacey, OFC Tiffany
Summary: This is the third part to an ongoing series.
Chris & Stacey are worked up from Henry and Tiffany’s public display in The Limo when they enter the hotel lobby. As the elevator has arrived, they can’t hold back from each other any longer. Stacey surprises Chris, asking for something a little more hardcore than expected.
Rating: Explicit; NSFW 18+
Warnings: Groping, Rough Sex, BDSM, Restraints, Exhibitionism, Penetration, Silencing, Wall Sex, Elevator Sex, Floor Sex ***Please note I do not promote unprotected sex. It is utilized here and in other fictional stories of mine for dramatization.***
Word Count: 1,926
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Everything happens in the blink of an eye. Instead of being able to say something, Stacey moans as Chris slams her back into the wall of the elevator and their breath is pulled from both of them. Her hands fly to the wall behind her which is smooth and cold. Opening her eyes, mirrors are all around her in the tiny room. She sees Chris’ back in the closing elevator doors with her spread legs to either side of him. She grips his hair as his face comes down into her open neck and takes her flesh into his mouth. She watches as he humps her, pressing her against the wall over and over again. She gasps with the sight she gets to watch and the feel of the hard-on he has for her combined with the building excitement Henry and Tiffany had given her in the limo.
Chris looks up and takes her open mouth again, sliding his hand down and around to her full ass. He gropes her there while pushing himself savagely into her crotch, forcing her to feel his urgency. The pushes get deeper and harder, as he tries to find the perfect spot between her thighs. He grunts as he drives into her and in response, she lets out a small whine.
He eagerly pulls the bottom of her tight dress up and over the curve of her ass, groping her naked skin immediately, trying to find a line to her thong… but there is none. “Fuck,” he utters through their harsh kiss. “No panties.”
His fingers dive between her ass cheeks, pulling one to the side in thrill.
Stacey’s hands move to the collar of his suit jacket and she squeezes tight. Time has gone by and she realizes the elevator is moving.
“Emergency stop!” She calls out.
“Fuck–” Chris reaches behind him in double time, stretching and pushing the red circle, immediately returning to Stacey and her open body as the elevator comes to a hault – but lights in the elevator dim and begin to flash as Chris continues to push her against the wall, slamming her back into the mirror behind them. Surprised and fully aroused, she moans and whines his name, oblivious to their surroundings. In frustration, she grips hair on the back of his head and pulls him to her face.
“Fuck me Chris,” she breathes out. “Use my body, I want you to use me. Fuck me hard.”
Chris’ hands go to the back of her thighs and he presses her against the mirrored wall hard, showing her his strength. He scrambles to get his pants open while the jingle from his belt is heard. Reaching inside, he pull his hard self out and instantly pumps a few times. He grazes the outside of her wet cunt, moving it over her shining lips below and wetting his tip pushing inside of her slowly. Her mouth pops open. He looks up to see her wide gaping mouth and the outlines of her face as a silhouette in the dark. As the emergency lights illuminate the small room, her eyes sparkle as he moves inside of her.
Without warning, she gets her wish and he slides her up the mirror with a long hard shove. Her breath is forced from her lips. “Yeah!” she calls back to him. In a fast pace, Stacey’s body moves up and down over and over again as Chris watches her bounce. Enjoying every blow he sends inside of her slick hole, she cries out again “Yeah!”
In a fit of emotion and in an attempt to stay afloat, she digs her high heels into the back of his thighs. He grunts and pushes into her harder, forcing her to shriek with the sting.
“Building security, how can I help?” A male voice is heard on the elevator intercom.
Chris freezes in position as Stacey covers her mouth. Her arm goes around the back of his neck while Chris turns to the speaker and raises his voice, “Ah, we’re okay thanks!”
“I take it the emergency button was hit by accident since we received a distress call?”
“Yes that’s correct!” Chris calls back annoyed.
“If there’s no emergency, I will continue your course to the floor of your choice.”
The lights in the elevator light up the room and it starts to move. “Fuck!” he mutters.
Knowing they don’t have much time, Chris doesn’t restrain any longer and thrusts inside of Stacey, forcing her to squeak. She looks down and smiles at him. He continues to shove inside of her as they stare into each others eyes, their heavy breathing returning and their skin starting to form beads of sweat.
“Please confirm the elevator is moving and you are alright.”
Chris looks down at Stacey’s lips as she’s bit them together and is trying to keep quiet. “Yes,” he says aloud. “We’re bouncing with joy, aren’t we darling…” Chris’ voice itself has a bounce to it.
“Yes!” Stacey squeaks out, as Chris uses the opportunity to get a small glimpse of exhibition.
“Thank you, have a good night.” With the confirmation of security gone, he slams into her over and over again, causing the heating and tightening sensation inside Stacey’s cunt to build. “Oh God! Oh God!”
His breathing turns into individual grunts and gasps as he uses Stacey the way she wanted.
Chris asks almost in anger, “You want me to fuck you?”
“Yeah…” she whines back. “Use me…” she whispers.
They hear a bell and the elevator doors slide open behind them. Chris growls in anger and lifts Stacey out of the elevator and to the ground just outside of it. He guides her to the floor and continues to penetrate her, watching her tits in her dress move rapidly in front of his face. He notices her hands fly above her head and he looks to her open lips before she whimpers her words, “Hold my wrists. Hold me down.”
“Oh fuck yeah…” Not hesitating, Chris leans over and pushes her wrists into the floor, returning to his rough and wanted intrusion.
Chris works on her violently as it is her wish. He watches her as she becomes increasingly stimulated with the hard invasions. Her body bounces under him restrained, and controlled. The sight in itself is enough to bring Chris to erotic depths in mere seconds.
“Yeah! Yeah!” Her eyes squeeze and her hole tightens around his cock almost constantly. With the pressure, he knows he won’t last much longer. “Fuck me Chris!” Her exquisite screams get louder and echo on the hotel floor.
Quickly reacting, Chris places his other hand over her open hollow mouth, and his face comes in close to hers. “Shhh!”
With his kinky silencing gesture, it sends Stacey into overdrive and the first wave of her orgasm begins inside. A hard tight clench is felt on Chris’ intruding muscle while he pushes inside of her deep, and she shrieks into his palm. “Aw fuck,” he moans seeing Stacey coming to her climax.
“Fucking come on me. That’s right,” he growls. Her body starts to convulse under him as her orgasm controls her movements. Chris holds her down with force and pumps into her hard and deep. Her vocals become harder to control as her screams are paramount. He pushes harder and faster, drilling into her between her legs on the hotel floor. “Oh. God,” Chris calls out with each thrust as he feels her start to weaken beneath him. As she comes down and relaxes, his hands grip her wrists and mouth tighter naturally as he lets himself begin.
He feels the vibrations in his hands from her whining and listens to her as she comes down, still bouncing while he continues his needful attack, and watches her face slowly turn from contortion to exhaustion. As she changes her state, her body becomes limp and almost lifeless as Chris continues to use her for his own personal satisfaction. His hand wipes as he pulls it from her wet mouth and it goes to the floor beside her. Whining and breathing is instantly heard from Stacey and she opens her eyes, all while willingly succumbing to his forceful behaviour.
He looks over her body quickly while it’s used in the remains of the tight blue dress that he’s ravaged. “Yeah,” she breathes. “Fuck me up Chris. Use m–”
His hand returns to her mouth in a form of control they both enjoy. His jaw drops, body stiffens and he starts to come. He can hear Stacey continue to whine beneath his hand while it bounces with the harsh pushes. Thrust after deep thrust, he pumps fluid inside of her, grunting and breathing whenever he can. He watches her body being forced across the floor with his extreme impacts.
As he slows, he can see sweat across her forehead as her jaw closes and her plump thick lips move under his hand. He uncovers her and just as his hands go to either side of her body, he collapses gently onto her beautiful used frame. “Jesus,” he sighs and tries to control his breathing.
“Oh my God!” Stacey calls out.
Before Chris can answer, he hears laughter behind him. Quickly rising with his hands back on the floor, he turns to see Henry and Tiffany standing behind them, as though they had just gotten off the elevator themselves.
“Well that was impressive. Couldn’t wait to get down the hall?” Henry asks, holding Tiffany at his side while she giggles.
Stacey covers her face in embarrassment while smiling, not able to say anything.
Chris smiles, “How long have you too been standing there?”
“You mean, how long have you two not noticed us? Well it’s a good thing you covered her mouth or she would have woken the whole floor.” Henry winks at Stacey and she giggles.
“Oh my God! No!” and she lets out a laugh.
Chris chuckles, falling back down between Stacey’s legs again. She cradles him with her arm, too embarrassed to do anything else.
“Bitch, it’s only fair. You watched us, so we watched you.”
“Tiffany! You nasty! Get outta here!” And they all continue to laugh.
Tiffany continues to torment Stacey even further. “You’re impressive girl! That kinky shit will get you good sex!”
“Okay stop! Go!” and she waved them away, but they stood still. Tiffany still attached to Henry’s side as they both comfortably laughed together. When Stacey looked to Henry, he winked at her again, but this time it was different. It was like he was coming onto her.
She felt coy all of a sudden, as if he knew she still wanted him. It seemed as though he was still an option as she wished for it in the car while they eyed each other.
Stacey couldn’t help but remember how Henry looked at her in the car, while he fucked Tiffany. It was as if Stacey was the prey.
“Chris, that is one hell of a nice ass!” Tiffany then leaned down and smacked his naked skin, making him jump.
“Jesus. Go to the room!” He called back, partially laughing himself.
They all shared laughter as Tiffany and Henry walked off leaving Stacey and Chris on the floor.
Chris’ head fell back down onto her chest as Stacey watched her friend walk away with the other handsome man.
Henry quickly turned back to her, keeping his delectable implicating smile.
Stacey bit her swollen bottom lip back at him. She knew there would be a chance with Henry if the opportunity lent itself.
She wondered if anyone else saw them.
“What are the chances this area has a security camera?”
“Don’t… don’t say that. That’s the last thing I need.”
Stacey looked around quickly and noticed a black ball in the top corner of the open room. “Oh shit! There is one!”
“Well if security didn’t know what was happening before, they sure do now!”
Stacey giggled, forcing Chris’ head to bounce on her chest. “What are we gonna do?”
“Just make sure the camera doesn’t see my face.”
To Be Continued…
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