Characters: Chris Evans the Actor, Henry Cavill the Actor, OFC Sarah
Summary: After Sarah wakes with Chris in her bed, she leaves him to sleep and completes some morning chores. Henry catches her alone.
Rating: Explicit 18+ NSFW
Warnings: Sexual Tension, Infidelity, Stranger Sex, Kitchen Sex, Teasing, Biting, Fingering, Analingus, Penetration, Aggressive Sex,
Word Count: 2,872
In the comfort of her own bed, Sarah wakes early just like any other morning. She reminisces while opening her eyes; images of naked skin, gasps and thrusts roam her mind from the night before. She sees light dawning through her window, more than she had the day before. The clouds are clearing and the snowstorm is fading.
As she recalls the prior night’s late events, she feels a presence behind her and rolls over gently, finding herself naked from head to toe, blankets and sheets only covering half of her body. She grips the sheet quickly and tugs it up while turning her eyes to the nude body next to her.
His back is bare, filled with the beautiful muscle and bone indentations she was able to feel and experience the night before. She blinks a few times with a grin clearing the haze from her sleepy eyes and while she has the time to herself, thinks about her favourite features on him; his incredibly long eyelashes, his cheekbones, jawline and his soft beard.
She smiles to herself quick before turning back over towards her nightstand. She’s careful not to disrupt Chris next to her and picks up her cell. She finds one missed text message from John sent about an hour prior, asking if everything is okay and that he plans to be back later that afternoon.
Without responding, she places the phone back down on the nightstand and slips out of bed, almost one hundred percent sure Chris is still sleeping.
Naked, she walks across the bedroom floor and gathers some clothing – the same cropped t-shirt from the night before, and from her dresser she chooses a fresh pair of panties and some comfortable loose shorts to complete the morning chores. She turns back to the bed once to see Chris stirring, throwing the covers over his body and turning the other way.
She peeks through a crack as she closes the bathroom door, ensuring Chris becomes still again and falls back into his slumber before closing the door completely.
She places her clothes on the counter and eyes herself in the mirror. Her tossed hair is more than obvious and a shower is called for. Images of Chris’ sex run through her mind while she smiles to herself, turning on the water and letting it run to heat.
She wonders about Henry and how long he watched her and Chris for. She thinks about if he allowed his own release. She thinks about what he would look like tugging on himself while her moans echoed through the house while she came, and then came again later.
She thinks about how awkward it will be when they see each other later that morning.
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Showered and refreshed and ready to start her day, Sarah closes her bedroom door behind her, leaving Chris sleeping soundly in her bed while taking small and quiet steps down the stairs. She looks up and notices Henry’s bedroom door is closed, while Chris’ is wide open and showing an empty room.
By the time she gets down the flight of stairs she can see last night’s dishes with leftovers on them, piled on the counter and around the sink. She sighs and scoffs to herself with a smile, knowing that she shouldn’t have left the men to ‘clean’. She closes her eyes and shakes her head while stepping forward to clean up the organized disaster they’ve left behind.
Dish after dish is placed into the dishwasher and the larger pots and pans are ready to be hand-washed. She attempts to keep it quiet, but dishes are bumped and clank against one another. Eventually, she gives up trying and tells herself just to get it done.
Sarah glances back and forth from the soapy bubbles in the sink, to the snow gracefully falling outside the window in front of her. As she washes, she becomes somewhat of a zombie, thinking of her experiences with both men in the house and how they’re so different. She knows she shouldn’t compare, but also knows that they are both good at using their own unique sex appeal to their advantage. Each man has specialized talents that they use in conjunction with their admiring features.
Adjusting back and forth on her own bare feet, she feels heat start to escalate between her thighs simply thinking about the men and their intimate ways.
As her mind wanders into sexual fantasies, she blankly stares at her own hands labouring in the wet waters and the suds sporadically covering her skin while mounds of it float in the sink. She turns the heavy delicate necessities in her hands, scrubbing and splashing some water onto her white shirt. She huffs as she looks down and keeps at her task.
Without a sound, a presence is felt behind her and before she can think, hands are on her naked arms, sliding up and down her soft skin. Freezing in place, her breath stops and sexual energy is felt immediately. They’re strong hands, thicker than what was on her last night, and the scent of the man that stands behind her is different from Evans.
Her heart races and starts to pound in her chest. Shivers leave their visible mark as they take hold of her skin. Her breath is shallow, attempting to breathe.
Her eyes follow the familiar hands as they travel into the bubbles themselves and interlace between hers, massaging her knuckles sensually. From behind, his body comes against hers completely.
Henry’s figure is solid yet soft. She feels comforted and protected, trusting and allured. Entranced with a hint of forbidden, she allows him to continue his pilgrimage over her.
Sliding out of the water, his wet fingers leave trails on her arms. Erotic and gently, one hand jumps up and moves her hair back, condemning her vulnerable neck for the taking. With the brush of his hand against her skin, he leaves just enough water to revive the chills. She closes her eyes and knows her breathing is more evident.
He nestles his face into her neck, and she tips her head to the side for him. The scrape of his morning scruff is felt as he takes the patience to rub against her delicate skin, basking in their loneliness together, possibly their only moments they have to share this sexual gratifying opportunity. Shivers are enhanced as his needful breath is uncontrollable, and his damp hands find their way to her ripened breasts through her shirt. Wet from her own splash, the material becomes even more moist with his obscene handling. He pulls and tugs as he squeezes, groping them gently while watching them move up and down with his treatment, all while brushing his hard self up against her. Her nipples become hard and he finds them and pinches just as his open mouth closes on her neck. The process repeats until she starts to involuntarily make cooing sounds in her retort.
Henry’s lips attach themselves to her skin while his hands dip under the cut-off shirt. His fondling becomes more aggressive as his teeth graze her skin. Her hardened nipples are exploited with his pinching, and when he rubs her swollen globes, the cooled soaked shirt she wears become the replacement on her sensitive nipples, providing more rubbing and it heightens her further.
His bulge can’t be ignored while he pushes it between the crack of her ass in a humping motion. Henry is large and firm, and his strength is overbearing while she’s pushed against the counter. The dry-humps against her backside become harsh and prominent, and one slow and burning thrust in particular has them both realize how far their introduction has come so quickly.
With Sarah’s hands still soaking in the sink, she pivots her ass back into Henry for the invite. The greed from her counteroffer makes him bite down into the flesh on her neck, forcing a hiss out of her. Her flesh slides out of his teeth slowly, most likely leaving a mark.
His hands move from under her shirt to her hips, pulling and squeezing. Between his hard fierce bites, he adds gentle kisses that are left on her red and raw flesh. She hears delicate pecks while he kisses her, and her expression and deep inhales provide only some relief by his sharp teeth.
Seduced by his touches, by his lips and by their bodies pressing together, Sarah parts her legs. The loose shorts she’s wearing provide no restriction from Henry’s hands as they slide over her hips and under the shorts. Her panties get kneaded along with her cheeks, and the extra flesh in her rump moves as he squeezes her forcefully in excitement with his hands. His pushes into her from behind has her at mercy while his fingers eagerly take their course and before she knows it, he’s groping her pussy.
Her head falls back onto his chest as he grinds into her from behind. His fingers squeeze her pussy lips together through the thin panty and dig between the fabric, finding her slit and soaking the clothing. After clearing a path between her lips, one finger finds her stiff nub and pushes on it for her jolted reaction.
Her fingers grip the edge of the sink tight as Henry’s diligent finger matches the progression of his mouth. While he toys with her clit, the sharp bite of his teeth leave indentations. The sting is slight but prolonged, and she squeezes her eyes as the pressure below becomes a type of decoy to the one above. She quickly realizes that pain plays a principal role in Henry’s kink.
Henry’s tongue soothes the bite area quickly with a trail of thick wet left behind. The thick flat muscle becomes wide as he licks with pressure and she feels the drag and rough from his individual taste buds as they slide. Heavily breathing with her mouth wide open, Sarah’s closed eyes roll into the back of her head.
Her concentration is removed from her neck and to her hips where, Henry has found her waistband and starts to pull down on both sides.
The curve of her backside prevents the material from sliding easily and it halts before rushing over her rump. With the pull, realization sets in that Henry isn’t going to stop at foreplay – he wants her now.
She swallows and with her eyes closed, focuses all her thoughts on his hands removing the material excruciatingly slowly off her thighs, down her legs and to the floor where they fall around her ankles. And just like that, she’s naked from her waist down, to the room around her and exposed for anyone to see.
She feels his hands wander up the back of her thighs in unison, coming to realize he’s squatting behind her.
He manipulates her thick flesh from behind, taking no time at all to pull them apart and kiss the inner sides of her cheeks.
As his kisses becoming increasingly close to her chasm, her cunt pulses with fresh fluid and her mouth hangs open while she takes deep gasps. The flew flicks from the tip of his tongue over her anal ridges are all she needs to re-grip the sink and whimper in desperate urgency.
Henry stands and in the process lifts her leg, placing her knee sideways and on the counter, fully opening her up. Primed and ready for penetration, she turns to her side to see Henry soaking the entire length of his middle finger as he pulls it shining from his lips. That hand quickly disappears behind her and his fingers roam her folds before she feels the entire large finger slide inside her cunt with ease. A long exasperated breath escapes her lips as he moans from her noise.
Together, her walls pulse with his smooth entries and exits. She quickly falls into a nestled rhythm as she fucks his finger back. She can feel his stare as he watches her face contour to the desire he’s established. She prepares herself for deeper insertion and leans against the edge of the counter, tipping herself forward. Her hips pivot against his hand and almost flawlessly, she feels a fuller entry.
She welcomes his two fingers as they push in slowly. A pause is made as he waits for her to fuck them back and in seconds, she’s returned to her continuous fucking.
He turns his hand so his fingers swivel inside of her while she forces them inside herself. She starts to bounce, rolling her hips back and forth and finding a perfect pattern to come to.
He takes the time to enjoy her facial expression as she succumbs to his seduction. As slick as his fingers can get, her sap starts to drip down his hand. With Sarah ready for his penetration, he pulls his drenched fingers out and rubs the dew on her folds. She whines in agony as he takes his own underwear down and his hard self in his hand, pumping a few times out of her view.
She hears the wrapper condom break open and waits patiently in place, hoping for his girth to be as large as she felt between her cheeks. Finally, in the still of the kitchen and silent as can be expected, she feels his tip on the outside of her folds. He slips it in the soaked area before finding her pocket and forcing it into her entrance.
Sarah can’t help but whimper as his prod fills her insides and forces her walls to expand. The tight effect of his cock inside of her only lasts the first few slow careful pushes before she’s able to close her jaw and allow her fingers some alleviation from their own stress.
He enters her forcefully and holds her in place with his hands, re-gripping her hips tight while she has a chance to bear down from the impact. Another jarring exertion into her knocks her forward and he freezes again. Finally, his fucks pick up and become routine as she holds onto the sink for dear life against his strength.
Without words, their movements in the silent kitchen echo, and their moans and trembling breaths become the loudest noise in the house.
Her head starts to reverberate from his infiltrations and her wet grip on the sink isn’t keeping her in place, so she throws her arm back and around his neck for stabilization, but the shift isn’t satisfactory to Henry.
Readjusting her quickly and between his own erotic vocals, he takes her arm and places it on the counter, guiding her forward and over the hard and stable fixture to his own liking.
He pushes inside again and his strength rams her hard against the counter. His force is so powerful that it causes her breath to fade, and it happens again and again. Henry picks up speed quickly and with his strength, Sarah is barely breathing as air is forced from her lungs. She releases small moans when she’s able, but that in itself is difficult. Her noises make her own knees weak as she knows it’s turning Henry on even further. Her head bounces with his injections, her hair falling around her face and jolting with every individual drive and, her fingers that are slick with the soap become tense as she tries to keep herself in place.
Her tight void is stretched to it’s maximum while Henry clearly prepares to come inside her.
Just as Sarah feels the burning from his thick entry fade, her own climax begins and she holds onto the sinks edge for dear life as Henry uses her… but his grunts and groans incline as his the friction on her walls makes her entire body tense, starting her voyage to the ends.
To her surprise, his thrusts become their strongest and they’re spaced out as he fills the latex between them.
In a daze as she finishes inside of her, his pushes slow and his hands around her waist soften. Her eyes roll in bliss as her own orgasm fades and she feels his muscular body collapse on top of her. He’s dead weight as he breathes heavily along her neck where he’s branded her. She catches her own breath as she calms herself from her impeded rise, refocusing on the fact that they’re post coital in the kitchen.
Reaching around to his hair, her wet hand leaves bubbles it is as she tugs in a type of embrace. He hums into the back of her neck while she holds him, conveying his own euphoria.
She feels his thick rod pull out and once again, her soaked pocket is empty. She waits to turn around as she knows the condom needs to be tied and tossed. She pushes herself up off the counter and rests her hands on it for leverage. Shaky from his taking, she takes a deep breath and smiles.
She feels a quick slap of her ass before turning around and seeing Henry walk out of the kitchen in a pair of black silk pajama pants. She’s left at the kitchen counter still highly aroused and unfulfilled.
With her eyes wide and in disbelief, she tells herself there has to be more.
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This has got to be my fave chapter! This book is so good!
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