Characters: Chris Evans the Actor, Henry Cavill the Actor, OFC Sarah
Summary: Chris takes his alone opportunity with Sarah.
Rating: Explicit 18+ NSFW
Warnings: Flirting, Sexual Tension, Teasing, Infidelity, Oral Sex, Cunnilingus, Penetration, Voyeurism,
Word Count: 3,892
Chris has the fireplace poker in hand and carefully tries to open the glass door, but it seems to be stuck, so he reams on it. It creates a loud screeching sound as he tugs it open and it comes loose. He squints, not wanting to wake Sarah in the large bed behind him, but hears no stirring and starts to prod around in the fireplace.
“What are you doing?”
While squatting, Chris jumps at the unexpected soft voice behind him. “Jesus Christ you scared me.”
Sarah scoffs and rubs her eyes. He turns around to see her figure lit by the fire. She’s in a white loose-fitting and cropped t-shirt. Her tits call to him, nipples cold and hard and clearly visible through the thin fabric. Lower, he can see midriff and her belly button. It leads to her hips and she has black panties on. Her voluptuous curves become more apparent now that she’s standing in front of him half naked, and he gets caught up in the pudge in her thighs. She has inner thigh clearance but the ripe cushion is perpetually pleasing.
“You’re in my bedroom and I scared you? Well doesn’t that say something,” she giggles.
As she drops her hands from her tired eyes, he looks to her face, “The electricity went out, from the storm and I thought… I thought I’d check on your fire for you. Make sure it’s going.”
As her eyes open a little more, she can see a smirk on his face. She scoffs a little louder this time. “Really? Make sure my fire’s going?” Sarah isn’t convinced he’s talking about the flames behind him.
“Yeah, thought I was doin’ you a solid.”
Her mind flies to the need for his own solid, and she places her hands on her hips, “It’s a self starter hun, it takes care of itself. So does yours, so does Cavill’s,” she smiles back at him, “All of them do,” she holds herself back from laughing at the double meaning in most of their conversation thus far. “But thank you, that was nice of you to think of me..”
His head drops and it’s his turn to scoff, “John told us to take care of you, I’m just tryin’ to do my part. I guess I shouldn’t be in here then, huh…” He places the poker back in it’s aesthetically pleasing spot and stands.
While her mind races to how he could take care of her in a sexual way, she shrugs it off sensing his embarrassment. “Don’t worry about it. You didn’t know, and things aren’t always what they seem to be around here.”
Still standing in the open space of the master bedroom, a few awkward silent moments pass over before he answers, “Yeah, I kinda noticed that.”
Her heart races as she thinks about the possibilities of his reference. She can feel her pulse increase and in an instant, she’s wide awake. Her coursing blood runs through her veins and it causes a pounding over her entire body. She swallows, and her nerves become visible to Chris.
In a moment of wit, she changes the subject, raising one of her hands upside, “Why are you in your underwear?” She instantly feels relief even if it’s only for moments.
Seeing Chris lower his own eyes across his own body, her question has her realize they’re both underdressed for the current situation and she swallows again. He stands leaning to one side with a hand on his hip. He’s wearing black Calvin Klein boxer briefs but her eyes focus on his bared flesh. In the few moments he takes to look himself over, she checks his torso out; his tattoos and his belly trail being the focal points. In the blink of an eye, her nervous stare is back at his face.
Chris throws his hand out into the open, obviously not expecting the question, “I was, y’know… sleeping.”
Sarah shakes her head, “Right,” and pauses for a moment before realizing they’re still just standing in her room in their underwear. “Well, I’m gonna go back to sleep,” and turns to go to bed.
“I saw you two.”
Before she can take a full step forward, she’s already stopped. While her back is still to him, she feels the heat in her face rise as she knows what he’s referring to but innocently plays dumb, “What do you mean?”
“You ‘n Cavill. I saw you kiss.”
She feels a shiver up her back and it turns her skin to goosebumps. Hesitating her response, her mind flashes the memory of that same day – seeing Chris’ figure walk away when she kissed Henry. Her mind plays with the idea of the obvious good and bad possibilities, but she can’t think of what to say to him next. She keeps her head low, composing herself and opens her mouth to speak, but he’s first.
“I want my turn.”
Caught in a daze from his offer, she has to clarify as she looks up and over his plump bottom lip, ripe for kissing. “Your turn for what?” Mesmerized by his mouth in the dark, she halts and waits for his response, watching it move when she hears his voice.
He flicks his tongue over the flesh creating a shine from the fire light. “A kiss.”
He takes a step towards her and it shocks her into a realization. The moment of hesitancy gets the best of her since they are alone and she’s not sure if she wants to start this now.
She closes her eyes, backing away. “Come on Chris, go back to bed,” and she swivels to walk away.
“So did he win?” His head tips to the side with a sly smirk, and with a gleam in his eye he waits for her to turn back.
Curious she stops in her tracks and her head spins, “Won what?”
Still smiling, he drops his vision for moments, giving her the impression he’s disappointed, but then looks right back up. “Won you. I didn’t think I stood a chance.” His eyes are piercing and she notices he’s taller with his chest out, feet planted into the ground. His hands are on his hips comfortably. There’s a certain confidence that’s propelling, but she feels his pain and feels bad she hasn’t been more forward with him than she has been with Cavill.
Sarah sighs and tries to tell this puppy dog the truth, “He didn’t win, he just… had the right opportunities.”
“So there was more than one?” He raises an eyebrow, “Great.”
His teasing has her lost for words quickly and she loses the battle to stay focused. “No, I mean, he didn’t–, I dunno.”
There’s silence in the room as Sarah hears the strong wind push against the house and make it creak. She feels a chill and rubs her arms, covering her hardened nipples.
She speechless. She’s caught between an act she started, and one that’s about to begin. Her heart has sunk for the boy standing in front of her, the one she hasn’t given attention to and she decides to confide. In a weak moment, her voice fade, “There’s no competition.”
The truth has been laid out for him to observe and she can’t take it back. The simple answer could have been taken one of two ways, but the way she’s conveyed it says it all.
A little nervous from her confession, her eyes run down his body in the flickering fire light. The bumps and curves of his naked skin call to her and almost in need, her hand raises. The small words that create the outline of his Bardsley tattoo is touched first as she fingers them, watching his chest rise and fall as she touches him. She can see his nipples harden from either the chill in the room or her fingers. With no true knowledge of the tattoo, and giving him respect for a person he’s obviously lost, she moves along.
The trail she creates with her fingertip slides to his Tolle and she delicately strings it, continuously and gently moving over the inscription. “This tattoo,” she starts quietly, “I couldn’t not look at it tonight. It drew me in. It’s beautiful on you.”
She feels his warm hands on her arms as they provide comfort and another physical touch leads to further closeness. The temperature of hands confide that the small erect hardenings on his chest is the cause of her touch. “I need to be sure,” he pauses, “Tell me again.” His voice is down to a growl, a deep rumble coming directly from his throat. It conveys desire.
As the two gently touch one another, their sexual tension escalates to a place where ceasing is unbearable.
Sarah’s breath picks up as their torsos begin to come against one another’s. Her breath is shallow and quick, feeling the burning between her thighs. Her hand slips from his inscription down over his pec and her middle finger traces his hardened nipple slowly and gently. Her lustful stare takes its place on his from below and her mouth hangs open from his incredible and undeniable sex appeal.
Now, it doesn’t matter how it’s said, she just needs to repeat the line, “There’s no competition,” she whispers as putty in his hands. She looks up to his open mouth as he leans down for the taking.
Their kiss is similar to the one she shared with Cavill earlier that day, meaningful, hesitant and sexual, but Chris’ lips are more flesh and act almost like pillows against her own. They slide easier and their kiss is fuller, more flesh to play with on one another’s mouths. It seems a shame to add tongue if not only to moisten the surface.
As their gentle kisses become more at ease and faster, smacking and licking is heard. She feels Chris’ hand on the back of her head holding her in place. The other is around her waist and his fingers are gently kneading at her flesh, just as they did when he massaged her feet.
Pecks begin to form on her mouth and her lips close with each one. His ripe lips lead a path across the corner of her mouth and quickly make it to her neck where she opens for him. He kisses gently while her body wilts in his embrace. Her eyes close and she worries for a moment…
“Chris, stop,” she pleads in her breath, and concerned he pulls away.
Their eyes meet for moments, looking at the darkness that has overcome them both, two beautiful human beings in the same place in the same moment wanting each other badly. This is their opportunity.
“More,” she begs and his open mouth engulfs her neck leaving a trail of wet as he closes his lips on her skin. The bristles on his face scratch her as he becomes more aggressive. She breathes heavily and allows him to wreak havoc on her. Her hand slides up the back of his neck and she grips the longer hairs on the top of his head, locking it in her fist.
His hand jumps from the back of her head to making its way up the inside of her shirt, finding a breast and squeezing it repeatedly in place. With her limp body in the arms of his strength, he lowers her to the floor and she settles easily onto the area rug in front of the fire. With a knee between her bare legs, he lifts her shirt easily and sucks at her nipple, pulling it away from her body and allowing it to pop back into place. with the strands of hair in her fists, she watches as he dips his head again and continues to mouth the same nipple, sucking and pulling. She hears tiny sounds as he uses pressure and sips on her peak.
Still handling her other mound of warm plump flesh, he looks to her face and in the dark hums, “Can I taste you?”
The flickering light allows him to see her face as she smiles back to him and no response is necessary. He lowers himself to her middle and starts to kiss, vastly moving south.
She parts for him and as he reaches the area of her prize, he avoids it and kisses her inner thighs. From one to the next, her knees rise pleading for contact on her pussy. Chris calmly pushes her knees one at a time as they rise back to the floor and watches her squirm.
She whines, “Chris, don’t tease me,” with a hand scrunching her own hair in agony as she moves in a desperate attempt with her request.
“The way you teased us?” He asks back with a grin and lowers himself when he doesn’t get a response.
She feels his hot breath on her panties in the last attempt to prolong the inevitable, and finally the slight brush of the tip of his nose. Her spread knees slowly lower themselves to the floor on either side, parting her lips and her nub is touched by his juicy lip. He toys with her like this, hauling it across her clit for what seems to be minutes, moving it back and forth and up and down through the clothing while he listens to her heavy breathing turn to whimpers. “Chriiis,” she whines again and he silently laughs out of sight.
His teeth are felt gently for a moment while he drags them up and down the inside of her folds over the fabric. Then the flat of his tongue is felt as he licks the material from bottom to top. Her chest concaves as the shock of this tactic surprises her and launches her further into ecstasy.
His tongue licks full and thick again, and the material is lifted from her flesh and collected in his mouth. He soaks it as it’s bunched in his mouth, saturating it in his own saliva and then releases it. He takes a moment and blows the material before it touches her inside folds, creating the most brilliant cooling effect. She inhales quick, then as the panty’s temperature adjusts to her own, her breathing calms.
When he pulls one side of the material back, it snaps and a string inside is torn. But he’s unmoved and pulls harder at the material, forcing a bunch of tears inside and stretching the material. As he holds it back the tip of his tongue dives for the soaked wet prize and he licks her slowly from her opening to her clit slowly once.
The exasperated breath that leaves Sarah’s lips is anything but subtle. She finds the ability to let go but at the same time her body tenses as his mouth returns to her wet center and he licks again. His tongue isn’t cool but warming in comparison to her folds, which scream to be eaten. Her hips start to dance against his face and she humps, begging to become closer and to have his lips pressed against her pussy. Her body tingles with the pleasure and greed as Chris’ lips kiss the inside of her folds gently. His mouth turns and he gathers her inner flesh and sucks, a loud popping sound from the collective wet echos in the bedroom and Sarah moans. Her hands return to his hair as she pulls on it and as he starts to devour her middle, the tip of his tongue flicking gently over the small nub he holds hostage.
She jolts as the sensitive nerve is released with a smack and he takes it hostage again immediately. Sarah is unable to breathe normally as she holds her breath and occasional small bursts of air pass through her lungs. Her body is tight and tense and she feels the beginning of an orgasm as he takes his time with his oral ability.
Chris readjusts, and locks his arm around one of her thighs and the other hand pulls at her panties again, away from her opening. Another tear is heard and it makes Sarah want to have them off completely.
The thought is lost when Chris’ mouth covers her wet core and licks her juices. Her insides start to pulse with the throbbing sensation that begins in her cunt. She gasps and in euphoria, she inhales with a sharp and high-pitched strain of breath, tells Chris she’s close.
Her hands attempt to grip something in justice for the rising climax and her natural go-to returns to his hair. She pulls and holds him close as her body begins its voyage. Straining to keep herself in place, she gasps and gasps as her body rises. The pressure on her clit is powerful as he sucks, stringing it with the tip of his tongue.
She releases the pent up build and convulses, cursing during her peak. Waves rock through her body as he presses his beard against her middle, holding her in place while she comes in his mouth. His hair is pulled and he can feel individual strands being ripped from his scalp. Her noises are enough to make his erection uncomfortable even on the comfortable plush that’s trapped under them.
She starts to breathe the air again, her fingers cramped where they’ve gathered. She opens her eyes to see the confinements of her bedroom, realism coming back to her… and she smiles.
Her hands begin to relax as Chris finally releases her clit and starts to maneuver his mouth lower. The tiny aftershocks in her nerve force her to swallow and her knees come off the ground and fold, temporarily pressing against the side of his face.
Her head lifts off the floor and she looks too his eyes peering at her over her mound. She tucks hair behind her ear as he gets on his knees over her, wiping his mouth and beard and asking, “How was that kiss?”
She scoffs and rolls her eyes, looking at the man above her in aphrodisia. He looks back at her with the same absorption.
“Protection?”
Her eyes light up and holding back her excitement, she points to the ensuite behind her in the corner of the room. “Top drawer in the bathroom.”
Chris leans down and using his fists on either side of her, his lips that still taste like herself collect hers and it’s a long and relaxed open mouth kiss that doesn’t seem to want to end. The fill in his lips give her gratification themselves and she enjoys them why his mouth toys with her.
As he lifts away, the tip of his nose brushes hers and he whispers, “You stay right here.”
He waits for a reaction from her, but doesn’t get one.
“Mkay?”
She nods in glee and he rises from the floor, walking over her body and to the attached washroom.
She enjoys the afterglow for moments beaming with the tip of her thumb nail in her mouth, before removing her panties completely and tossing them to the wall, just as Chris returns – naked. His erection rising and almost hitting his belly. It’s long, strong and ready.
Two sacks are barely seen, but the clean shaven area is a playground that’s about to get drenched.
She can see a couple of pillows and rises, but he stops her. “Nah, lay back down. These aren’t for your head.” Sarah gets back into position as Chris again kneels in front of her. “Lift your ass.”
She scrunches her face, but does as asked and with a grin he places the pillows under her. It’s lifted her just enough off the floor where she’s still comfortable. “That good?” He asks, and she nods. She watches as he tears the condom wrapper open. She drinks up the sight of his hand while it rolls over the length of his cock in small strokes, applying the latex and her eyes become drunk with a craving for his sex once again.
In her anticipation, she props herself up on her arms and she watches as he comes forward, taking himself in his hand and pushing his tip into the entrance of her core. Chris leans down over her and using his fists again to brace himself, he stares into her face as he slides inside her for the first time.
He fills her to completion, her walls stretch from his width and she feels a deep penetration. The pillows have given him the proper height for the easiest plunge and he takes it.
Her head falls back and she sighs as she closes her eyes and enjoys him inside, repeating the entry in a smooth rhythm with her body moving in reply.
Little by little, her arms slide out from under her and her head is back on the floor. Her eyes remain closed as her head teeters to either side and she listens to his heavy breaths as his noises start to become vocal.
Pushes turn to thrusts as his constant movement is greed and he plants himself in the moment, enjoying his take.
With her head to the side and Chris reaching his peak quickly, the natural impacts from his intrusions make her walls start to contract. His hands grip her hips tight and he squeezes, pulling her onto him for a more brutal and ensuring contact. Her breathing starts to ajar as his thrusts are deep and fast. Puffs are released into the air while she starts to whine from the pleasure inside her.
Sarah opens her eyes to see the flicker of the fire behind him, her eyes light up from the flames and she watches it dance for them. She closes her eyes as her head wanders to the other side and opens again to see the door Chris left, is wide open. Not being bothered, she doesn’t think twice until she looks down the hall to see another fire ablaze. She stares at it while feeling his deep penetration, his hands on her hips holding her tight and forcing her to remain still.
A dark silhouette moves from the side of the fire down the hall, and there she can see Cavill leaning against his own door frame. In plain view, and as Chris uses her, Cavill watches and she watches him right back. Her own eroticism has her, and she gazes at the dark man down the hall, as she bouncing against Chris.
Her head slowly turns back to Chris and eye contact is made right away. He’s smiling at her and she grins back while their bodies move, rocking together. She lifts a knee for a deeper penetration, and as Chris takes the opportunity to push further inside her void, she cries out in pleasure knowing Cavill is watching them from down the hall. Her reaction from his deep thrust makes him want to do it again and so he does, erupting another obscene shrill. He lifts her leg, moving it and placing her heel over his shoulder while he starts to move faster, reaching his waiting orgasm.
With Chris and Sarah’s eyes locked on one another, he starts to reach his peak and her walls begin to feverishly contract. As she feels her body react with Chris’, she pushes one moan after another for the purpose of someone else’s viewing pleasure.
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