Characters: Chris Evans the Actor, Henry Cavill the Actor, OFC Tiffany, OFC Stacey
Summary: This is the fourth part to an ongoing series.
Chris wakes in the middle of the night and ultimately finds himself an opportunity to become involved with Tiffany and Henry as they are already having sex.
Rating: Explicit; NSFW 18+
Warnings: Penetration, Masturbation, Voyeurism, Threesome, Anal Play, Anal Fingering, Double Penetration, Groping,
Word Count: 3,411
Thirsty from their late night antics of alcohol and laughter, Chris wakes in bed next to a naked sleeping Stacey. He turns in the dark to see her sleeping, still and peaceful while he carefully pulls back the covers and climbs out of bed exposing his naked warm body to the room. As it is the middle of the night, he comfortably walks towards the hall, not bothering to grab clothing. Stacey stirs in the bed, but he leaves her knowing he’ll be back from his drink in a flash. He steps out delicately, closing the door to their bedroom over slowly.
Stark naked, he walks by Henry and Tiffany’s shared room quickly, eager to drink and then get back to bed, perhaps to purposely stir Stacey for a little sexual play.
As he grabs a large glass from the stocked cupboards in the shared kitchenette of their hotel suite, his main focus is a tall water, but his mind drifts to waking Stacey with sex.
He fills his thoughts of his hands on her sleepy body. She’s moving slowly and he kisses her skin as she turns over, his bare erection pressing into her side.
Quickly filling his glass and drinking, he stops halfway and catches his breath, wiping a drip from his beard with his full hand, and more thoughts of her wetness come to mind.
He imagines pulling the covers off of Stacey’s naked body and licking her black skin down to her core where his lips french kiss inside her slit.
As his breath calms from drinking the water fast, he lifts the glass to his mouth again, but it is accompanied by a small sound this time.
He freezes with the glass at his mouth to ensure what he heard was real and not a part of his current sexual imagination. He hears nothing and finishes his glass, placing it on the counter, walking back out into the hallway with a half mast from his fantasies of Stacey.
It’s then that he hears a similar noise, but this time it sounds more familiar… and he hears it again, a woman’s moan. As he closes in on Tiffany and Henry’s door, he knows the movement he now hears clearly, is undeniable. The palms of his large hands press against the door of their room and he turns his head to listen to them fuck better.
Tiffany becomes more vocal, “Oh yeah…” he hears from on the other side of the closed door. He smirks as his exposed cock twitches.
He imagines that Cavill has taken her from behind in the bed, moving slowly as his hand holds her chin, positioning her face for him to watch while he slides inside her. Chris imagines Tiffany’s beautiful naked ass as it bounces gently against Henry’s hips.
He’s curious to see if his imagination is correct in assuming their position and grips the door’s cold steel knob, turning gently.
Opening the door as slowly as possible, he peers through a very small crack he’s made and sees the matching and enhanced blackness from the hallway. Standing still to let his eyes adjust, he notices Tiffany sitting and slowly moving on Henry. Her moans are almost too loud with the door open and he decides to enter the room to stifle her, preventing her from waking Stacey in the other bedroom. He quickly closes the door behind him, making sure not to make any noise to disturb them. Instantly, he turns and watches them move. His back comes to the door and he rests against it, not being able to control his urge and reaches below.
The dark figures in front of him are in motion slowly. Her moans make Chris’ mouth drop open and rub himself leisurely, watching Tiffany’s head fall back and her long hair move in waves. He sees Henry’s hands as he slides up Tiffany’s back, guiding her down and apparently kissing her. He hears a small whine that is too good to be construed for just a kiss. He wonders if Henry has bit her.
“Henry…” she moans, “Oh God, yeah,” she whimpers as they take their time together.
Chris hears Henry moan back long and deep, adding to the live presentation delivered exclusively for him to watch. His lips get soaked with his wet tongue as he rubs himself faster concentrating on the way Tiffany is moving on Henry. He can see Cavill is ultimately controlling how slowly she moves. Unseen by either of them, Chris steps forward into the room as he strokes, eyes peeled on the pair.
Cavill releases Tiffany and her head flies back again with a deep entrance into her cunt. This time, her moan is with a wide and deep eruption from down in her core. She continues to be allowed to move slowly on Henry as he holds her hips, forcing himself to be buried inside of her.
With every slow penetration Henry gives to Tiffany, Chris takes another wide stride towards them. He moves to the far side of the room where he stops at the foot of the bed and behind Tiffany’s back. As he pumps himself slowly and teases himself with his perspective, he looks to where they are connected. He watches while she leans forward and over Henry again, giving him the perfect view of her ass. While Henry starts to increase her speed, Chris’ pumps become faster and his free hand reaches for Tiffany’s backside.
His itchy fingers reach out and slide on her skin gracefully as she moves. He meticulously becomes involved, leaning over her, gently pecking and kissing her shoulders. He feels her movement on Henry as he pumps next to them, still only provoking himself. His hand roams and slowly kneeling behind her on the bed, he finds her tit and squeezes.
With both of Henry’s hands already working her over, she feels an unidentified touch come over her swollen tit and squeeze. She lets out the most incredible breath and her head comes back, allowing for the hand to grope her further. Another body of heat stands almost against her. She turns in the darkness and looks at Chris over her shoulder, staring at him while Henry repeatedly fills her. She can see his other hand working diligently as he comes in close and takes her open mouth with his own, groping her and feeling her breast making it tender.
As they kiss, her moans are stifled again by Chris’ open and ever moving tongue. His pumping accidentally brushes Tiffany’s ass. She moans quickly in return, reaching behind her and assisting with his own handling. Chris lets go of himself and she pulls on him with every entry Henry makes inside her. She can hear the combination of the two men’s breaths and gets excited at the thought of having them both, parting from Chris’ lips and breathing audibly herself. Tiffany and Chris watch each others’ faces while she mimics the sex she’s already engaged in on Henry’s throbbing piece.
Chris takes every moment he can, allowing Tiffany to pump for him. He looks down to her busy hand and leans into it. His body becoming a part of the motion Henry provides inside of her. He watches her rolling hand, feeling the gentle tug and looks back up to her painful expression.
His hand returns to her black skin but finds her ripe plump flesh and grips, releasing and then gripping again. He becomes eager and his middle finger finds her soft crack, slithering down into it while she starts to slow her bounces on Cavill. “Oh God,” and she breathes deep, feeling Chris’ fingers explore a little more than anticipated. “Fuck yeah…” She leans forward on Henry, allowing his hand further travel.
Chris quickly finds her anus and uses a fingertip to move over the ridges gently. She squeaks and Chris smiles back at her even though she can’t see. He continues to play with her anus, toying with her sensitive reserve while she returns to an increased speed on Henry. He can feel the squeeze to her ass hole while her pleasure takes a hold of her insides. She can’t bare the tease any further and instructs Chris by whining one word, “Push…”
Watching her face carefully for her reaction, his middle fingertip carefully squeezes inside her tight opening. Tiffany haults all her movement as he advances inside, and he doesn’t wait for her to catch her own breath. “Oh God!” She calls instead. Her mouth pops open and she opens her eyes greeting Chris’. Henry rocks her gently back and forth again while she’s penetrated in both of her holes. Her hand finally starts to move on Chris’ cock again.
Tiffany squeaks as Chris moves his finger out of her ass slowly, then pushes back in. He growls at her and pushes deeper this time, burying his finger to the first knuckle. It forces Tiffany’s mouth open and stops her breathing yet again.
Henry moans deep, feeling her squeeze on him in return for Chris’ deep finger push. “Fuck,” she moans, dropping her head forward and looking at Henry beneath her. She is yet again caught in the predicament between the same two beautiful kinky men in another sexual opportunity.
She gasps as Henry’s hands embrace the sides of her head, ensuring she remains watching him. He speaks over her heavy breathing as Chris continues to finger her ass hole. “Would you like to have another go at the both of us?”
“Yes,” Tiffany squeaks, “Oh GOD,” she calls back.
Chris seizes the perfect opportunity to create more desperate noise from her mouth and pushes in his deepest yet, pulling out slowly and listening to Tiffany’s trembling whine. Her breathing dissipates as he pulls out, then she tries to catch her breath. Chris’ fingers rub her ridges gently and he climbs on the bed behind her, limiting Tiffany of her touch on him. She lets go and Chris’ muscle stands at full attention. He grabs her hair and pulls her back against him as he kneels, guiding her mouth to his own and places his tongue inside.
Henry starts to move inside her with more deep motion and her moans are again muffled by Chris’ tongue. Their motion creates a tremor that travels through all three of them, and she feels Chris’ hot large cock position between her ass cheeks. Squeezing her hair in his one hand, Chris takes himself below with the other and again pumps, feeling the necessity for a smooth touch before his full invasion is complete. He pulls away from her luscious lips and a wet smack is heard.
“Do you know what I want,” he asks, less of a question more of an order.
Tiffany’s body is now moving in sequence with Henry’s pushes. They both listen to him as he continues to use her, breathing heavy. She whines quickly then responds to Chris, “Fuck me in the ass.”
Sliding over himself a few more times, he takes her mouth once again with a more forceful kiss, sucking on her bottom lip and releasing it quickly. “You like playing with the big boys,” he comments, clearly referring to their first initial meeting in the green room. He smirks and guides Tiffany forward pushing her forward for his easier entrance. She turns away and faces Henry, anticipating Chris’ intrusion.
Chris spits several times in his hand and lubricates his hard throbbing cock well before gathering more saliva in his mouth and wetting his hand again. Her natural juice was still well present and Chris knew he would have no problem entering her from behind. Pumping while soaking himself, he watches as Henry uses Tiffany until she starts to whine again.
Pushing inside of her deep and slow, Chris seizes the more accessible opportunity to take his place in the game.
He guides his wet tip to Tiffany’s ass hole in the dark and moves over the outside of her void. He hears her whine and one of his hands travel to her back, making sure she doesn’t move from her cornered position.
With Henry constantly pushing inside her drenched cunt, she feels Chris rub over her anus, prolonging the inevitable. After a few brushes too many for her, Tiffany speaks up and into Henry’s face, “Do it Chris.”
Chris takes a handful of her hair that’s strewn on her back and squeezes it as he watches himself slowly enter Tiffany’s tight opening. “Oh GOD,” She calls back with the first feeling of both men inside her at the same time.
Chris holds his breath and feels the pressure of her tightness ultimately forcing him to slide out. He wastes no time and inch by slow inch he pushes back inside, making the effort to remain this time.
“Fuck! Fuuuck!” Stacey calls back feeling her openings stretch and the sensation of becoming completely filled.
Henry watches her face contort with pain and then surprise. Her shallow breaths and the tightness inside her cunt tell Henry that Chris is completely inside her. Henry feels the sink Chris’ fists on the bed have created around them as he prepares to penetrate her at the same time. A small movement from Chris creates a wail of a moan from her and Henry feels her relax below. She catches her breath and Henry attempts to move. A gasp escapes Tiffany, and then another as her tightness increases again while Chris pushes inside of her as well.
The two men move slowly inside her, stretching her and widening her together. As one pulls out the other pushes in. Breathing, moaning and whining can be heard from the mix of all three of them. They become comfortable sharing her and their rhythm becomes effortless. They slide easily inside her drowning holes and Tiffany becomes relaxed rather quickly with her entries being ravaged at the same time.
She hears Chris’ voice behind her, “Yeah, that’s right… open up for me.”
“Oh fuck Chris! Fuck… Henry! FUCK,” she calls out. She feels Chris’ breath fall down her back, and his tongue come along her neck. He sucks gently while he moves in and out of her ass. She turns her head sideways in response to his sucking and they kiss, holding still and then release.
She quickly looks down in the dark at Henry who’s eyes are wide with lust. His mouth is open and his breath is also heavy, audible from time to time, making Tiffany even more excited, closer to coming. She leans down and takes his mouth. His tongue ravages hers and his hands grip her hips, forcing her to hold still as the two men start to enter her at the same time, filling her and pushing her physical limits. Her side of their kiss freeze and she whimpers.
Chris feels the simultaneous pressure inside Tiffany and exasperates in excitement. “Oh God yeah,” he calls out. The two men start to move in a faster rhythm, filling her to her brink. She exhales and holds, then inhales and holds, unable to do much else between the two men as they use her body.
Henry growls and pulls Tiffany in close again, their mouths come together and his tongue does what it wants as she’s frozen from the filled sensation. He lets out a breath and watches her face in the dark. He stills inside her cunt for a moment to enjoy Chris’ movement inside of Tiffany’s ass. He moans deep and closes his eyes temporarily, but he can’t control his own urge and abruptly starts to move quick inside of her. Out of breath and now having both men thrust inside, Tiffany’s voice trembles with their movements and she whispers, “Yeah…”
Chris growls pulling her mouth close to his again and speaks onto her open hole with a smile, “You dirty bitch.” Her breath remains shallow as she’s filled by both men.
“Evans, together,” Henry says from below. Both men move out of Tiffany extra slowly forcing a gust of wind from Tiffany’s mouth. She almost collapses on top of Henry until both men push inside of her again, this time balls deep.
The force in her tight ass is dominant over Henry inside her cunt and it haults her breathing again momentarily.
Henry is more than impressed, “Oh yeah. That’s right,” and shortly after, Chris agrees. “So fucking tight.”
Tiffany’s gasps for air fill the room as Henry and Chris move faster inside of her together, stretching her rims and making her walls expand. She’s slick from her own juices and their large hard muscles easily slide in and out of both holes. They both pick up the pace as she holds still between them, the only movement is her head as the two men pass her mouth between them. Her whining is heard only when her mouth is uncovered, which isn’t often.
Holding her head, Henry watches Tiffany’s face as she’s able to relax a little more with their pushes. She opens her eyes with her mouth still hanging open. Her head and hair are bouncing with their motions inside of her. Henry caresses the back of her head and pulls her in for an open mouth kiss. He growls into her with his tongue sliding over hers. “You feel incredible Tiffany,” he adds as he continues to watch her body move.
Chris’ thrusts have become eager, and the other two can tell he’s on the rise of his coming.
“Ready?” Henry whispers. Tiffany whines and shakes her head yes.
Henry starts to drive into her as well, and both men use her respective holes for their own pleasure, their quick pushing stretches her in the process.
Tiffany starts to moan, and it bounces, enhancing the men’s pleasure. It gets louder and louder until she is almost screaming.
Chris grasps her hips tight in his hands watching the flesh on her ass move as he thrusts, ramming himself into her rear entrance. “Fuck… fuck!” He calls out and a whine of his own is heard muffled by Tiffany’s pleasure cries. Pushing deep and long three to four times, he finishes inside of her. Shrinking quickly, he pulls out allowing Henry to finish was was rightfully his.
On his knees behind her, he watches the two finish as Henry’s orgasm builds, slamming into her from underneath, tightly gripping her head. His other hand now directly on an ass cheek, gripping and re-gripping. His breathing and his moans overlap Tiffany’s. Hers getting higher and higher as he moves faster. Three pushes and three grunts later, Tiffany finally becomes limp and falls to Henry’s chest. They fall together tired from their labour and Henry tired from his coming. He holds her close and she starts to giggle. Still breathing heavy, the three remain still for moments before any one speaks.
“I need a drink Tiffany sweetheart, do you want anything?” Cavill’s fingers grace over her naked skin and she moves to his side, flipping over onto her back and looking at Chris.
“No, I’m okay thanks. Chris? Do you want anything?” Her question is more of a playful antic.
“You better watch it Cavill. Getting a simple glass of water is how I got into trouble.”
Henry removes the sheet from off of his own body and his feet hit the floor. “I’ll keep that in mind. Would you do me a favour and keep Miss Tiffany company till my return? I’m sure she would love to be in your company for a bit longer.”
Chris eyes Tiffany, sensing that she isn’t quite finished for the night. She has a rather large smile on her face and her feet cutely move back and forth under the sheet. He chuckles as Henry exits the room. “Sure man, whatever I can do.” He looks back to Tiffany as she bites her bottom lip.
“So what do you say white boy? Wanna finish me off?”
Chris smirks and starts to move towards her on the bed. “You’re trouble, you know that?”
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Can’t wait to read more of this story!!!!!
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When are you gonna finish the series… It’s my fave 😜😜😜
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