Chris Evans Whip Cream Novels & Stories

"Calm down, I'll get you a drink!" Eva took a drink from the empty air in front of her. She snapped her fingers, a bottle of Cognac and two glasses were already sliding down slowly from the air to the table in front of them. Eva opened the bottle and poured into two glasses and gave one of the glasses to Chris. "Thank you, Eva!" Both of them took a sip of their drinks. Every sip of the drink made Chris calmer. His anger slowly subsided and was replaced with an intoxicating sensation that made him close his eyes for a moment.

Definitely a ten out of ten. Declan gazes over at me, a smile on his red lips. I return the smile, and when I do his hand lifts up to my face. He takes his thumb and rubs it across the corner of my lip. My body freezes like a statue with the unexpected contact. He then brings his thumb down, there's whipped cream on it. His simple touch feels like fire on my face, and to magnify the heat, even more, he licks the whipped cream off of his thumb. "Enjoying your waffles Lil' one," Declan asks like it was normal to wipe whipped cream off my face and then lick it.

I felt a blush spread across my face. “It was whip cream.” He started making me giggle. “Smooth move.” He looked at me and chuckled. Both Marina and Niccolo were surprised to hear Primo chuckle. I took a bit of whip cream on my finger and I smeared it on his face. He was surprised by my action. “Now you have some on your face.” I moved closer and gave him a kiss. He smiled and tried to smear me with whip cream. “Oh no, that’s enough.” He tried again but I moved away. “You’re wasting food.” He licked the remaining cream off his finger. He looked at me and chuckled. I smiled at him and we looked at Marina and Niccolo. She had a huge grin on her face and Niccolo was staring at us.

“Your mouth. Please. Put your mouth on me.” “I will. But you gotta do one thing for me first.” “Anything.” “Close your eyes and keep ’em closed.” She did. He licked a line straight down her torso. He reached for the can of whipped cream on the floor, distracting her by keeping his tongue busy on her clit. She moaned, muffling the sound of him thumbing the cap and shaking the can. He rested the long white plastic tip against her opening, then pushed it in and depressed the nozzle, filling her hot pussy with cold whipped cream.

Chris is whistling in the kitchen, the aroma of coffee making my mouth water as I step into the open living room. Shawn came out first, walking down to the bathroom for a quick shower. “Coffee?” Chris already has a mug prepared, offering it out to me, “They didn’t have the creamer you liked when I was at the market. I hope you don’t mind plain vanilla.” It wasn’t my favorite, but I couldn’t complain much. “It’s fine,” I grabbed the mug, lifting it to my lips to bid myself an extra few seconds. “Thank you.”

"What would make you say that?" Kai didn't answer, though. Instead, he turned to the drive through window and ordered a red eye and hot chocolate with extra whipped cream. When we had our drinks, he pulled into a parking spot. "You still like these, right? Or should I have just gotten you a cup of whipped cream?" I tried not to smile, but it was hard. As a child, I was a whipped cream fiend. As an adult, my ways hadn't changed. I popped the lid off and scooped out a dollop. "We waiting for something?"

I think that kind of works. I fish out my phone and groaned, before saying loudly, "It's late. We should leave." He nodded before using a tissue to wipe off the whipped cream on his forehead. Wait, he should really use water on that, but then he'll see his face... Nah, I've somewhat heard whip creams could be moisturizers. Ish. I was just about to walk outside when I remembered something. I looked at him and asked, "By the way, why do -well, did- you hate me?"

I looked closely and notice that some was whipped cream, while others had chocolate or caramel. I stared wide eye'ed at what was in front of me, having a pretty good idea what was about to happen. And my suspicions were conformed when And came right back up next to me with his own can of whipped creme. He grabbed me and steered me a few feet away from the slip and slide, then turned me around to face it.

She is definitely not leaving the club again. "Are you a fan?"he asked, taking a cigar from his case. "A die hard fan, I had his photocards, never met him in person, I had a crush on him too"she replied excitedly. "Interesting" Evans grunted and drank from his wine. Chris started performing under the influence and dancing erotically to the music. "My favorite song at the moment!" She screamed in tears,and looked at Chris in admiration. Evans was the only one in the room sitting down, and giving Chris a dead stare like he will kill his Spirit at any moment before killing the physical body.

Unfortunately, the heat of the cocoa seems to have melted the base of the mound of whipped cream on top, causing the entire thing to slide directly into my face. Edward slapped a hand over his mouth to hold in his laughter as I let out an indignant squeak and sputtered, setting the drink down. It's left whipped cream all over my nose, mouth and chin. I made an image of a disgruntled creature, scowling while the man next to me burst through his fingers. "This is why I can't stand any drink apart from a latte." I dramatically moaned, leaning against the counter. "This was completely your fault. You wanted to take a sip of my cup and pulled it away from me…” He said, reaching for my chin with a