House on The Mountain Pt 5

Characters: Chris Evans the Actor, Henry Cavill the Actor, OFC Sarah, OFC John

Summary: Before John gets back to the house, Henry and Chris take Sarah in the laundry room, together.

Rating: Explicit 18+ NSFW

Warnings: Infidelity, Groping, Teasing, Sexual Tension, Threesome, Penetration, Fingering, Orgasm Denial, Forced Orgasm,

Word Count: 5,038

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About thirty minutes later, Chris wakes to find himself naked and alone in Sarah’s bed and quickly recalls the last evening’s prior events. He rubs his eyes and looks at the time, noticing it’s early and thinks to himself that the chances Sarah is currently alone are good. He looks for his black Calvin Klein’s and steps out of bed to put them on, quickly moving to the door. Opening it, he looks down the hall to see Cavill’s door closed and the likelihood of him still sleeping is also good.
Chris exits Sarah’s bedroom and begins to roam the house in search of his playmate, who he knows happens to be an early riser.
In his underwear, he walks down the stairs and tiptoes around the house to hear some movement in the laundry room. Rounding the corner, he quietly finds Sarah throwing clothes from the washing machine into the above dryer. He leans against the door frame and crosses his arms, waiting for her to bend over again with a smirk on his face. With no indication of him behind her she continues to work and bend hauling the wet clothes into the above machine.

As she’s bent, she climbs in to get the clothes from the back and at that moment, Chris seizes his opportunity and steps forward, grabbing her hips abruptly.

A tiny squeak is expelled and she jumps, trapped in the small confinements of the machine with Chris rubbing himself up against her ass. She silently giggles while she’s inside, knowing that the playfulness is Chris.

She turns her smiling face around to see his, as he continues to playfully push against her, “I thought you were sleeping,” she says quietly, knowing Cavill is most likely awake in the house and doesn’t want to draw attention to them in the laundry room. “What are you doing up? How long you been awake for?”

Grinding into her from behind, his hands slide to her ass and under the material of her shorts. She looks back with a smirk as he pulls her cheeks apart and toys with her plumpness.

“I dunno, I figured ‘why sleep’ when I have you walking around the house.” Chris gives Sarah some room and guides her out of the washing machine, “Maybe I wanna have some more alone time with you before Cavill wakes up, hm? Take some of my own opportunities…” She turns and faces him and he’s against her, pushing her back up against the stacked set. “Whaddya think?”

Sarah is once again overcome by this beautiful man’s sex appeal and the way he’s looking at her with desire. Smiling, she takes a moment to look at him closely and enjoy the rare moment. But before she can answer, his lips are on hers and he’s kissing her gently and smoothly.
She gets to taste the succulent ripe bottom lip again, and takes it into her mouth and sucks. As their heads turn for more kissing, his hands pull her middle into his groin. She feels the strong poke through their clothing. Still aroused from her prolonged and incomplete sex with Cavill, she parts her legs and props it up. Chris immediately feels her opening up for him and holds the underside of her knee while pushing his hard self into her. Together, they move up and down against the fixtures in a dry hump style all while their mouths are occupied on each other’s.

Her hands rest comfortably on his chest as she moves her fingers to subtly feel his skin over. She uses her hands to take advantage of his solid muscle mass as she moans into his mouth.

Chris’ lips part from hers and slide to her neck. At the same time one of his hands glide up the front of her shirt and he squeezes her breast tight. She allows a low moan out to show her current need.
Chris takes advantage of the situation and places a knee between her thighs, which she immediately starts to grind against while heavily breathing into his ear. She reaches down his backside and slides under his Calvin’s, gripping both ass cheeks tight and burying her nails deep in his flesh.
With her returning need, he can sense she’s ready for another session. He slithers a hand down between them and she closes her eyes, allowing for his fingers to slide inside her folds. The result is a thick abundance of fluid. He hums deep into her skin and growls, “Holy fuck, you’re so wet.”
Sarah’s thoughts immediately fly to the incredible warm-up without relief Cavill had given her only minutes prior, and now requires Chris’ touch to finish her off. Her deep breaths have overcome her as Chris dives into her cunt and she starts to moan.

“What’s going on here?”

With the interrupting voice, Sarah scatters, pushing Evans away and pulling her clothes back into place. In shock, she looks at Cavill and immediately turns away in embarrassment. She takes back the only thing she has control over as she grabs the laundry basket and pulls it close, squatting and gathering more wet clothes. She hears Chris clear his throat, and with a smirk he turns around to face Henry. Sarah looks out of the corner of her eye as she fiddles with the clothes in her hands and realizes Cavill is also half naked, dressed from the waist down only in loose fitting pajama bottoms. She wonders if he had come back for more from her.

Chris chuckles after seeing Sarah’s reaction. “I didn’t know you were awake Cavill—“

“Yes well, I was woken, and became preoccupied earlier this morning. I wasn’t aware you were awake. What were you two doing in here?”

Sarah continues with her task, avoiding eye contact at all costs and doing her best to leisurely complete the laundry in hopes they’ll both leave. She doesn’t need confrontation and the atmosphere tells her that’s exactly where it’s leading to.
She listens to their conversation intently as she reaches into the back of the washer, ensuring the clothing isn’t balled up, and is fully ready to be thrown in the above dryer.

Cluing into Cavill’s suggested and unspoken words, Chris squints his eyes at Cavill with a smile and leans back against the folding table in the corner. “’Preoccupied’? Is there something I’m missing here?” He looks between them both as Sarah seems to be ignoring them and as Henry smirks. “Huh. I see now. You two… this morning.” Chris’ tone is playful and he seems entertained.

“Well, can you blame me?” He points to Sarah who isn’t looking and Chris nods smirking in agreement. “Especially after hearing your rounds last night? Leaving the door open was a good indication you wanted me to see.”

Chris snickers, “I thought it was a good element to add. And I thought you might enjoy the show.”

“Thank you for having me in consideration. It was rather difficult to wait to have Sarah to myself till this morning, but I managed.”

Henry’s fingers brush her naked arm and she looks up with rosy cheeks and a partial smile. She let’s a tiny silent slip of a giggle through her lips, then quickly looks to Chris and bites her smile and looks away.
Chris can see she’s excited and bashful and a little nervous that they’re speaking of her and their experiences with her so openly.
Still looking at the floor and still managing clothes, she can only suggest they end their little teasing against one another while she’s stuck in the middle, “Come on guys, knock it off,” but still enamoured with the men, she adds a smile at the end.

“So then tell me, what were you doing in here?” Cavill crosses his arms and looks directly at Evans.

“Come on man, you saw,” Chris squats down next to Sarah and brushes his finger under her chin, speaking quietly and guiding her to look at him, “We were getting reacquainted, weren’t we?”
As he moves in, she can feel her eyes dilate and is a sucker for his lips. He presses them against hers and she is more than happy to accept, currently becoming enthralled when he sucks on her bottom lip. She’s quick to reciprocate the detail and happily does it back… until he pulls away.
Still holding her chin, he stands and with the gentle tug of her hand, it doesn’t take much to persuade Sarah to stand as well. Chris pulls her back towards him and against the machines. He places his hands on her shoulders, holding her in place while his mouth starts to suck on her flesh.
Sarah is left facing Henry as he watches. She can’t help but give away how turned on she is from Chris’ taking. But she and Henry are both aware that her arousal began in the kitchen not long ago.

“Looks like laundry day,” Cavill suggests, “Maybe I can help,” and he steps forward.

Sarah feels the strong brush of a hot hand on her belly, then the thin fabric covering her torso rises. Her own arms are above her head and she’s standing between the two men, now completely topless. In the instant of them baring her, Henry bows his head to the unoccupied side of her neck and his teeth find their way to his brand. Gently to start, she feels the familiar sharp scrape against her flesh and relishes.
Her breathing instantly becomes deep and chills cover her body making her nipples stand at attention. She feels tugs and squeezing at her breasts and her tiny perks are toyed with and pinched. She feels the related sting while her eyes close and her body sways from side to side in their soft ravage.

A sense of helplessness and vulnerability come over Sarah as she allows the men to take her slowly. Between her exposure, their erections pressing into her front and back, their mouths tastefully enjoying her skin and their hands now grasping at her shorts and panties, she completely forfeits.
The material slides off her hips with two hands pulling at different times from different angles and the wad of clothing falls to the floor at her feet, becoming a puddle below her. Completely naked and as if she was being put on a platter, Sarah’s arms are raised by a set of hands as she’s presented to both men at the same time. On either side of her, their naked chests are felt against hers and she becomes tightly sandwiched between them.
Her sighs and coos, moans and hisses are all indications that their progression on her is acceptable. From then on, she can barely keep her eyes from focusing, lost in an erotic clusterfuck of hands and mouths all over her exposed body.

The sounds in the room seem to echo in her mind. She listens carefully to their heavy needful breathing as their mouths open and close on her skin. Wet slick noises ring through her ears as they kiss and suckle. Skin is felt and groped and brushed while the men take the opportunity from holding themselves back.

Henry’s lips leave a trail of wet open-mouthed kisses along her clavicle, and he bows to her as his lips and teeth take hold of a nipple. She gasps and turns her head to the side and back at Chris who is now kissing her shoulder. She watches him until her eyes droop closed again and starts to feel the beginning of a small rhythm against her.

Like birds of prey, they attack Sarah together from front and back, their large hands feeling every nook and cranny of her delicate figure. The two men use her as a humping post, strategically placing their covered prominent pieces between her legs. With her quick breaths, she looks down to see Henry’s silk pants with an erection pressing into her front. He’s sliding between the crease in her legs.
Her head rolls backwards and her tired arm from being raised, is swung around the back of Chris’ head. With the grip, it helps to keep her stable and twists her upper body. She’s able to look below and see and feel Chris pressing into her ass cheeks from behind, gliding himself up and down.

Her body weaves forward and back with their friction against her nude flesh and the noises they’re now making together let her to fall deeper into their invocation. Out of excitement, she pulls on the back of Henry’s neck while he suckles at her nipple. He bites down hard with her pull into him and he releases her sensitive spout.

Sarah’s lost between looking at Henry down her front and over her shoulder at Chris. She doesn’t even know whose hands are whose, but she starts to move against them in waves as they jostle into her, feeding off of their desire. Their mouths are kept busy on her skin, wandering leisurely and eagerly from one area to another on her.
As grunts begin to come to fruition, she feels hands pulling at the flesh on her thighs. They twist and rub, pull and dive deeper until one dips and slides between her folds. With her eyes closed, she doesn’t know whose hand it is, but acts as though it’s both, pulling Henry’s head into her neck and locking her fingers in Chris’ hair.

She can hear the men’s breaths and their vocals pick up, and some kind of crackling below as if it was coming from a wrapper. It takes a moment to focus but she recognizes the noise, figuring it’s coming from behind her. She takes a second and comes to terms with what’s happening.
The thought throws her into an overload of arousal. She whines out loud until Henry takes her mouth.

Chris is going to fuck her while Henry watches.

Her breasts are squeezed tight and one of her ass cheeks is pulled away from her center. She feels a long hot rod sliding in her crack. Someone takes ahold of her leg and raises it to the side, preparing her for the first penetration.
When she opens her eyes, Henry seems to be the culprit, holding her leg outwards for his display and Chris’ easy access. The look in his eye is devilish and the black colour in them only add to his seeming sinful expression.

Her eyes widen on Henry with Chris’ first slide inside her cunt. He’s long, swift and powerful. Her body sways against Henry’s while she’s being pushed and entered into by Chris. She can feel hands and a mouth on her from behind, while the others all over her body hold her in place. She can feel eyes from every angle take all inches of this phenomenal scene in.

When Henry feels their rhythm has been established, he takes his opportunity to allow his hands to roam, finding an unclaimed breast to tease while his mouth once again, devours her neck with a stinging bite.

It isn’t long before Sarah can’t keep track of who is touching her where, and her head falls back onto Chris’ chest while feeling her own inner wall compressions speed up. She starts to hyperventilate with her mouth gaping, and she begins her descent into an orgasm. But Chris slows once he hears that familiar and repetitive crackling sound.

As her mind tells her what’s happening, she opens her eyes and, “Oh God,” is all Sarah can muster. Before she knows it, her drenched void is empty and Chris expels a desired moan with a hint of frustration.

She gathers strength to prop herself up off of Chris, enabling her to see Henry looking down at himself. She feels his tip on her soaked opening and with the feeling of a different rod inside of her, he slides in easily. Henry is thick, slow and gentle on the first entry and her wide hole accepts him appropriately.
As Henry’s entries pick up and she starts to bounce, she combines the men and releases Henry’s deserved reaction to Chris. She looks into his eyes and pulls on mounds of his hair, clutching it tight.
She can feel an arm holding her in place, Henry’s erection pressing deep into her cunt and warm strong hands feeling her everywhere and in all the obscene places. On her legs, rubbing the entire length up and down, and inside and out. On her breasts, squeezing and groping, on her neck sliding and massaging, and one hand consistently rubbing between her folds, fingering her clit, pushing it and pressing it to make her squirm and vocalize.

Someone’s open mouth is on one side of her neck while another keeps hers busy and from moaning out loud, creating muffled sounds. And then as one set of lips pulls away from hers, another set takes over.
While she bounces off of Henry’s pushes, a tongue delightfully slithers inside her mouth, and at the same time, she feels teeth on her neck. And then they swap again.
The plump lip meshing against hers is how she can tell it’s Chris, and when she can feel the teeth on her neck, she knows it’s Henry.

With a deep sigh and his hot breath on her neck, Henry slows his fucking to glides, raising Sarah into the air and finally pulling back, allowing her ooze to drip down her thigh and onto the floor beneath them.
Before she has time to react, Chris presses inside deep with a giant thrust and she’s filled to the brim.

With his long jarring forces, her jaw drops and she bounces uncontrollably against Chris. Opening her eyes and being given the first thing to look at, Cavill is in front of her, watching.
With her inviting mouth propped open, two of his fingers slide along the flat of her tongue, and she instinctively closes on them, sucking immediately. The tips find their way to the back of her throat and it teases her gag reflex. Muffled by Henry’s finger intrusion, her moans start to sound aggressive and bounce with Chris’ pushes.

With every ass cheek that’s pulled away from her own opening, her fingers pull as much of Chris’ hair as she can. Slowly, she begins to fall forward against Henry and can’t help but move against him, rubbing her naked hardened nipples against his chest, further forcing her into overdrive and towards her body’s second attempt at an orgasm.

Her twisted figure sandwiched between the two men tenses from its coming. Listening to Chris’ heavy breaths and grunts and watching Henry’s reaction to their display with fingers in her throat, she’s ready to pop.
But before she reaches the point of no return, Chris exhales an exasperated breath and has pulled out. She whines with Henry’s fingers in her mouth, and soaked, he pulls them out to reach below and push his hard self back inside her drenched empty cunt.
Too slippery from Chris’ ravage, Henry slips from her entry once and hits her sensitive clit. She jumps and whimpers, closing her eyes and involuntarily contracting her walls. She curses and the two men smile at each other.

Someone’s fingers return to her erect nub and it immediately harasses the vulnerable piece. Her body convulses and she’s barely breathing as Henry enters again and forgets his own introduction, immediately pounding into her fast.

Henry watches up close as her pouty face turns to a pleasured pain. She falls back into Chris’ arms, bouncing against his chest from Henry’s turn. Hanging onto Chris’ neck, her fingers fist tight and her eyes close. She focuses on the men’s noises, touches and bodies. There is no remorse and she can’t help but start her release.

Bursts of inhumane noise erupt from her throat, some come from her diaphragm and others are simply strained from being held back. She curses again but doesn’t know who’s name to use, who’s at fault, who’s responsible. Between her noises, she hears Henry make some of his own in reaction to her tightened walls. It only adds to her peak and forces it to last.
The fingers on her clit briskly and harshly move it continuously, forcing waves to ricochet through her body like a seizure. The tremors find their place as the orgasm is everlasting and fierce. She rides out the excruciating and exquisite pleasure, keeping herself from telling them to stop in order to lengthen her own pinnacle.
She pants and inhales, gripping Henry’s shoulder while he moans back still fulfilling his own need by slamming into her void. And when the fingers below release her clit, her body wilts from it’s taut, falling back into Chris completely. With all of the energy she has left, her lifeless body holds onto Chris’ neck for dear life and while she comes to, Henry’s moans begin to rise. As she stares glossy-eyed at the ceiling of the laundry room, she’s used once again as she’s rocked up against Chris. Her head teetering from side to side as Henry’s final and sturdy pushes tell the two opposing players he’s finishing inside.
With his hot physique falling against her, Henry’s groans and grunts make her bite her lip while she enjoys the endorphins that start to spread. One last groan with an exhale is all that’s left of Henry as he allows himself to fall out, taking the condom off and tying it while Sarah watches lazily from Chris’ arms.

Exhausted, she feels Chris on the outside of her cunt as he aligns, and she moans in her tired state. Henry’s hands come forward and readjusts on her for support and his own pleasure, and once again she is pressed between the two solid bodies of Captain America and Superman.

With her own belief she hasn’t had enough time to replenish, Chris infiltrates her once again with an abrupt strong shove. Her eyes pop open as she leans forward over Henry, arms draped over him from the front.
Her leg is still being held open to one side and as she’s dipped forward, Chris begins to hit her g-spot. Her face contorts as she looks into Henry’s eyes, noticing the tinge of brown to his left. Her breath has stopped again as Chris impales at his highest speed yet. His firm grip on her hips from behind allow him to penetrate her deep, and the rise in his breathing and moans is imminent.

While Chris starts to come, Henry speaks to her, “You are beautiful when you come, did you know that?” The British accent with Chris’ sharp entries create a stressed whine in her throat and rebounds into his face while she’s fucked from behind, “You came on me, love,” his tone is dominant and deep, “let’s see if you can come again, since I owe you…”

Henry’s forehead leans against Sarah’s and he looks into her eyes as Chris pushes into her from behind. Her middle starts to tingle, feeling lighter while her muscles in her cunt start to pulse. She feels her g-spot being hit over and over again quickly and can’t stop the rise.

As Chris makes his final hard entries, it pushes Sarah into overload and she releases her build onto him while looking at Henry.
He growls while Chris abruptly unleashes his seed inside the latex, and the final blows are what gives her what she needs to climax. She trembles, eyes closed tight, listening to Chris come down behind her while he jostles her forward. She holds onto her vocals, squeaks and unanticipated whimpers escape. A mix of shivers, hot flashes, tightness in her muscles and blurred vision comes over her as in those moments, she comes.

Her breath weakens and her eyes become clear. Henry is smiling with a delicious expression.
Shaking, he lowers her leg and her bare foot touches the floor. He bends, gathers his pants and pulls them up and over himself. Keeping the grin, his two first fingers hold her chin and with a simple peck on her cheek and a wink, he walks out of the room calmly.

She feels Chris pull out below and she takes hold of his wrist for stability, turning for more support against the fixtures behind him. She falls naked against them and bites her lip, dazed in bliss and post-coital.

As Chris removes the condom and ties it, she hears him snicker, “I don’t want to sound like a Debbie Downer, but have you heard from John? When’s he supposed to be back?”

Sarah who isn’t quite herself just yet, blinks slowly and rotates the wrist that was hanging tightly onto Evans hair and neck. It’s sore and she must have been holding on tighter than she thought. “Yeah,” she’s barely making any noise and raises it so he can hear her, “He should be back soon. I need to shower… and clean this mess up.”

Chris looks on the floor to see a more than expected amount of fluid on the floor from the three of them combined. He takes one of the wet items of clothing and wipes it down. “There, clean,” he adds when he rises with a playful gleam.

Sarah shakes her head and giggles, squatting for her own clothes.

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A few hours later, Evans and Cavill gather their packed belongings at the door and start to dress for the winter weather outside. John holds Sarah around her shoulder with one arm, watching their guests prepare to leave. “So didja boys get to know the Missus here?”

As actors, Chris and Henry hide their smiles well and nod politely, “She’s quite the woman John, you’re a lucky man,” Evans adds, throwing a few more snacks into his backpack.

John seems relieved, “Fantastic. I know she can be quiet and reserved at times, but there’s a lotta passion in her to be spread around. I’m glad you both decided to stay here, even though of course it’s been difficult with the weather and all. I hope that doesn’t deter you from returning…”

Cavill stands tall, “The studio said we’d only be gone for a few days. I’m not sure about Evans here but I’d love to come back, if you’d let me.” A quick glance in Sarah’s direction suggests his statement in regards ‘come’ has two different meanings. In the grasp of John’s arms, she smirks quick and wipes it before anyone else notices, allowing John to answer for them both.

“’Course! We’d love to have you back. After all, it’s not every day celebrities stay in these parts, is it Sarah?” The question isn’t a question, and she remains quiet, placing a fake smile on as best she can and looking up at John. She blinks heavily twice and looks away, back at her desires that are getting dressed for the winter weather outside.

Chris leans forward with all his gear on and throws the last bag over his shoulder, “Thank you so much for having us John, your hospitality here is beyond what I could have ever fantasized.” Evans takes a quick look and with his eyes of blue, looks deep into Sarah’s, “Sarah, it’s been an absolute pleasure. Thank you for allowing me to come.”

Not being able to hide her own smile, she beams, “Oh you can come anytime. I welcome it.” She feels the slight movement of his finger on the back of her hand as she shakes it, and their last final contact comes to an end as they let their hands fall apart.

As Evans moves towards the door and exits, Cavill steps forward, “John, thank you very much. I know you don’t think you did us justice with our stay and the weather, but may I just say that Sarah kept us well distracted from the storm. She is an extraordinary woman indeed and handles multitasking well.”

Sarah curses in her own mind as Henry takes her hand and kisses the back of it respectively while looking into her eyes. “I couldn’t have handled the multitasking without you here, so thank you. It was my pleasure.”

Henry bows his head with a large smile and nods once more before turning to follow Evans out the door.

Sarah and John watch in silence as the men walk to their SUV and load it up. Once their gear is in the trunk, they begin to climb in. With a smile on his face aimed at the leaving men, John asks out loud, “So what did the studio say?”

Sarah keeps her eyes peeled on Evans and Cavill as they all wave at each other through the window with smiles on their faces. Still being held onto by John, she answers him, “They’re taking a weeks hiatus and then shipping them back to us. Which means you’re stuck with me until then.”

Sarah and John watch as the SUV drives down to the road and turns, clearly not returning. Then they turn themselves and he finally lets her shoulder go. “Do ya think they know?”

Her eyes light up as she walks back into the main area of the house, “Honestly? I don’t care. Everyone is having fun. If they do know, they’re great actors.”

“Look who’s talkin’,” and he nudges her arm making her blush. “So who’s better? The English guy or Captain America?”

It doesn’t take her long to show the smile he truly recognizes from the woman he only met weeks ago, “You know you’re my favourite Dwayne. I don’t get paid to sleep with you,” and she laughs, “You’ve always been my favorite.”

“You’re just sayin’ that ‘cause I own this house,” and he chuckles to himself as she steps into the kitchen to make herself a tea. “Tiffany, you are quite the woman.”

She looks back at him with fire in her eyes, “That’s what they say!”

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As the SUV pulls down the road, heaving from side to side, Evans and Cavill sit in the back seat listening to the leather beneath them move against their heavy winter coats. Evans breaks the silence, “Do you think she knew, we knew?”
Cavill looks to Evans and gives him a devilish grin.

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