Premiere Night ft. Scarlett Johansson
Tags: cons, m/f/m, threesome, spitroast, creampie, oral, mfm
*This story is entirely fictional and did not happen in real life or between any real people/celebrities. Characters are consenting adults and this is written for 18+ adults only. The fictional writing is mine, the photos are not. Do not repost without permission.*
☆ New York City ☆Scarlett pressed a kiss against her husband’s cheek, whispering into his ear. “You ready to get back to the hotel?”
The pair was in New York at Scarlett’s latest movie premiere. The night was running late after the red carpet, movie screening, and plenty of mingling in the mix.
Before Colin could respond, his wife’s co-star popped up next to them. Channing pressed a hand to the small of Scarlett’s back. “Ah, whisper, whisper. Who are you two talking about?” Channing laughed, so eager to chime in on the nonexistent drama.
Scarlett pursed her lips. “No drama, Channing. Sorry to disappoint. We’re about to head to the hotel.”
“So soon?!” Channing checked his watch dramatically.
Colin laughed and then lowered his voice enough between the three of them. “Hey, you know what would cause some drama? The three of us leaving
together.”
Scarlett’s cheeks reddened over her husband’s words. “Like,
leaving leaving?” She looked back and forth at both men, curiosity blossoming in her eyes. “I like the sound of whatever that means!”
Colin chuckled over his wife’s excitement. The media would run with it, use it as another opportunity to say he was jealous over his bombshell of a wife’s co-stars and kissing scenes. Especially those that involved her hunky castmate. Funny enough, none of it bothered Colin in the least. When Scarlett landed the new movie role working with Channing she joked her twenty-year-old self would be fangirling. It was cute, and Colin had wondered if any lingering crush was still there.
Now, judging by her excitement at his implication, he could see there was a spark to be fanned. He could fulfill more than one of his wife’s fantasies in one night.
“If we’re gonna go we better do it now.” Channing straightened his shoulders and led the way ahead, not consulting either of them.
“Go on,” Colin nudged Scarlett forward and trailed behind her as she tucked herself behind Channing’s broad frame.
She glanced back at her husband, biting into her lower lip as a similar excitement seemed to light up his eyes too.
Cameras flashed and questions hurtled their way from the paparazzi. Scrunched between both men, Scarlett took the opportunity to grasp each of their hands—something to ignite even more probing questions. With how savage the media could be, it was fun to fuck with them. Get ‘em all riled up with questions and silly rumors.
Only this was one that could come to light behind closed doors.
The trio laughed, knowing a spread of images would be plastered online of them by morning following dramatic headlines.
At the high-rise hotel and escorted by security, Scarlett and both men stumbled into the penthouse suite. The door wasn’t closed before Scarlett’s back was pressed against the interior wall and she was gripping Channing by his dress shirt. She yanked him forward, sending his lips plummeting into hers.
They kissed fast and hard and their tongues turned sloppy, fighting to graze one another. Colin was close—Scarlett felt him caress her hips and slide his hand up her chest to feel the swell of her chest in the glittering gown.
She moaned into Channing’s mouth and when they finally parted, she looked at her husband who was smiling. She kissed Colin next, biting his lip and sneaking her hand down his front side, inevitably landing on his bulge.
“Fuck,” she grunted against his lips.
Channing grabbed her by the back of her arm, slowly pulling her towards the huge bed in the center of the hotel room. A backdrop of windows overlooking the city’s golden lights was enough to light up the room dimly.
“Hands and knees, gorgeous,” Channing demanded as he unbuttoned his shirt while on his own. Scarlett didn’t waste any time dropping into the position, glancing back at her husband as her hands fumbled with Channing’s belt.
Colin smiled back at her from behind, working around her dress so he could get off her tights and underwear. His hands stayed busy undressing her while Channing threw off his shirt. He watched Scarlett ravenously free his cock from his dress pants.
“Oh fuck, yes, that’s fucking good,” Channing groaned as soon his co-star's warm lips formed a seal around his length. She fluttered her tongue on his underside, inching him deeper and deeper into her throat as she sucked.
The sound of Colin spanking her ass made him look up. Both men exchanged a slick look as they enjoyed themselves. Channing watched Colin align himself with Scarlett and thrust into her firmly.
Instantly, a moan vibrated around his cock and down through his balls when Colin entered her.
She pulled him out of her mouth, spit running past her lips. “Oh my god,” she hummed and arched her back for her husband. He thrust into her faster and Channing took the opportunity to cup his co-star's chin.
She looked up at him, mouth fallen open while her body bounced forward from the thrusts. “You like two cocks, don’t you?”
“Mhmmmm,” Scarlett moaned and nodded quickly. "Sooo much!"
“Something you’ve been wanting for a long time?” Channing asked.
“Yeah,” she said, the word coming out more like an exasperated breath.
Channing gripped his length and guided himself back into Scarlett’s mouth. Each time Colin delivered a rough thrust into her, it lurched her forward a bit, deepening Channing further into her throat.
Colin wound his hand through his wife’s blonde hair from behind. He twisted and tugged it, turning her back into more of an arch. Scarlett moaned, locking eyes with Channing from below.
“Been so patient about waiting to make this fantasy come true,” Colin said as he spanked her. Her ass hit hard against his thighs, echoing.
Channing slid a hand down her front side and into the bust of her dress. He’d be lying if he said he hadn’t been glancing at her chest in that gorgeous dress all night long. Something he certainly couldn’t get caught doing on the red carpet as they posed together. That could create a media shitstorm that wouldn’t be so fun for him.
“I guess good girls always get what they want, right Scar?” Channing said, and she moaned around him in response. She pulled back slightly and used her hand to gather her spit and pump his dick while his tip stayed between her lips.
Dangerous, Channing thought to himself.
“Mmmhm.” Scarlett nodded, smiling as she sucked off her co-star.
Colin leaned closer as she straightened her back and pumped Channing with her hand. “What else do you want?”
Scarlett’s emerald green eyes averted over her shoulder at her husband then back to Channing. Her slippery fingers tightened around his shaft.
“I want Channing to fuck me too.”
Channing’s breath hitched in his throat, both from her words and her tight, wet squeeze on him.
“I guess if we’re here to make fantasies come true…” He trailed off and waited for Colin to take the lead.
He did it quickly, stripping the gown the rest of the way off his wife and helping her onto her back in the middle of the bed.
Both men changed positions. Colin moved to the side of her head, kneeling down on the sheets and angling himself into her mouth. Scarlett eagerly sucked his cock, reaching up to stroke his abdomen and then his legs. Her small soft hand stroked his balls, cradling them and making his eyes roll back.
Channing got comfortable between her legs. The way he firmly opened them was enough to make Scarlett moan again, this time around Colin who grunted over the sensation too.
“Fuck me, please.” She pulled back off her husband to give her co-star one quick command, then burying Colin in her mouth again.
Channing wasn’t one to waiver from directions. He swiped his cock through her wetness and thrust into her, feeling the strong heat of her body encompass every inch of him. He dove into the pleasure, thrusting into her deeply and letting his hands wander over her body, kneading.
Her tits bounced with each thrust he gave her. Colin grazed one side of her and Channing took the opportunity to do the other and pinch her nipple.
The angle wasn’t perfect for her to bob her neck, so Colin gave her short thrusts, fucking her mouth gently but enough for her to be moaning and occasionally take him deep into her throat.
Scarlett was tight around Channing, still so wet and squelching with every move he made. Her moans rang out, louder and louder. When Channing’s hand crept between their connected bodies and landed on her clit, Scarlett took a fistful of the plush sheet between her fingers and trembled.
Colin eased out of her mouth, only rubbing his tip in the bubbling saliva left behind on her lips. Scarlett took a deep breath, her exhale fumbling out with cries of pleasure under Channing’s dancing fingertips and purposeful thrusts.
“Fuck! Channing, you feel so good!”
“Is he gonna make you come?” Colin asked her.
Scarlett said yes in a series of raspy, broken moans. Her legs quaked against Channing’s side and her inner walls squeezed his cock in hard pulses—rapid and fluttering. "Yes, yes, yes!"
“I just did,” Channing huffed over the perfect sensation. “Shit,” he hissed and pulled out of her heat, already missing it but still not ready to finish quite yet.
Unspoken, the men switched positions and Colin buried himself inside of Scarlett. She moaned again and curled her arms around Colin as she still tried to recover from her orgasm. He kissed her, then sat upright to fuck her the way Channing did.
“Came so hard, didn’t you?” Colin asked.
Scarlett had a dizzying lust in her eyes. She nodded quickly, a shaky hand reaching for Channing’s dick as she stuck out her tongue for him.
“She still wants more,” Channing said as he glanced at Colin.
“Fuck yes. Of course she does,” he said as he fucked her, his body upright and meeting hers hard. He rubbed her sensitive clit and Scarlett's hips bucked while her inner thighs jittered. She didn't need to say she was already coming again, her husband could feel the unraveling of her body around his shaft. Colin loved making her come twice, she was always so sensitive after her first wave.
Scarlett’s mouth sealed around Channing’s length and let her take him deep, coughing once or twice on the pressure before he pulled his hips back. But the blonde only returned for more.
“Ah, fuck,” Colin grunted as his thrusts turned fast but sloppy. Channing looked down at Scarlett's husband fucking her, letting his eyes graze upward over her bouncing tits and hard nipples. Then landing on that gorgeous mouth—plump lips with remnants of smeared red lipstick.
“So fucking pretty with your mouth wrapped around my cock,” he said. “All while your husband fucks you hard.”
Scarlett opened her eyes, nodding and moaning beneath her husband’s rough motions. Their skin stuck together as they clashed, only serving as more evidence of how drenched she was for both men.
Colin slowed his pace and heavy grunts toppled out of his chest. Channing threw his head back, eyes clamping shut while his noises matched the other man’s.
Simultaneously, everything turned quiet for both men as they finished inside Scarlett. The residual flutters of her inner walls were enough to throw Colin over the edge. For Channing, it was the flicker of her tongue in combination with the suction on his length that drew out his release.
Colin filled her pussy with his load, pulling out slowly and trying to catch his breath. Scarlett smiled when Channing pulled out of her mouth, some of his cum making its way onto her lips. Her tongue darted out to swipe it away and she swallowed the rest.
“Fuck.” Channing gripped his face, gazing over his co-star’s perfectly nude body again.
“Yeah, same.” Colin sighed in unison and scanned the floor for his pants.
Channing tucked some of Scarlett’s hair behind her ear. She still looked so gorgeous—smeared mascara, hair tangled with hairspray, and strands caught in her dangly earrings.
“That was—so, so. Amazing.” She sounded exhausted, but her eyes twinkled with a unique, love-drunk kind of look.
Channing found his clothes discarded at the top of the bed and quickly dressed himself. Colin sat next to his wife, who had rolled on her side. She lay naked, with one hand propped on her chin.
Satisfied.
Channing looked at the couple. “Well, it was a pleasure.” He shrugged and a redness took form on his cheeks. He wasn’t trying to make it sound like a business deal.
Ironically, he was only a few rooms down the hall from the couple. Once alone in his bed, he’d be replaying their hot and heavy night in his mind.
“Yup!” Colin nodded. His laugh was laced with a hint of awkwardness too.
“Byyyeee Channing,” Scarlett fluttered her long fingers to her co-star, her diamond ring catching a glimmer of light in the room.
THE END
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