The Heart System

Chapter 551: Chapter 551

I exhaled, wiping the sweat from my brow. The idea of calling Eleanor was tempting, but I didn’t want to be a jackass. She was going through a lot, and I wasn’t sure if her earlier offer was just politeness or genuine hunger.

Tessa leaned over and whispered something in Minne’s ear, all while her feet kept up a rhythmic, expert friction on my shaft. Despite the exhaustion, I felt myself starting to stir again. Tessa definitely knew exactly which buttons to push.

”Fine,” I said, reaching for my phone. ”I’ll text her. If she’s okay with it, we can—”

A sudden, heavy knocking at the penthouse door cut me off. I arched an eyebrow, gently moving Tessa’s feet so I could stand up. I cleared my throat, adjusted my stance, and walked toward the door. I checked the peephole and blinked in surprise.

I swung the door open. Eleanor stood there, arms crossed, looking radiant despite the late hour. Her gaze dropped immediately, landing on my half-hard cock where a stray drop of cum was still clinging to the tip. It was about as awkward an entrance as one could make.

”Told you to call me when you guys started,” she exhaled, stepping past me without waiting for an invitation. ”What’s the matter? Am I not hot enough to be part of the mess?”

”AH! Eleanor!” Tessa cheered from the couch. ”I told them we should’ve called!”

I rubbed the back of my head, feeling the cool air of the hallway. ”I just didn’t want to bother you, Eleanor. Thought you might need the rest.”

”Hey,” she said, nudging my arm playfully as I closed the door. ”I need all the distraction I can get right now. Like... ALL the distraction I can get.”

She walked into the living room with a confident smirk, kicking off her high heels. Mik, sensing the new arrival, peeked around the hallway corner, stretched her little body, and then wandered back to her bed.

Eleanor surveyed the living room; the discarded clothes, the damp patches on the coffee table, and the flushed faces of the girls. She nodded in approval. ”Wow. You guys really went for it out here. Look at this mess.”

I chuckled, following her into the living room. ”Girls’ fault, Eleanor. I’m just the victim here. Trust me.”

”Hey, you’re the last one, though,” Kim said, stepping toward me. ”It’s my turn. I was promised.”

”Jeez, Kim, I’m not going to steal him. Calm down,” Eleanor laughed.

”Tell that to her,” Kim pointed at Jasmine. ”She’s a total space-hog, I swear.”

Kim didn’t wait for a rebuttal. She smiled and just lunged at me out of nowhere. I caught her just in time, hoisting her up. She wrapped her legs tightly around my waist, locking her feet behind my back and pressing her chest firmly against mine. She leaned in, capturing my lips in a deep, desperate kiss. It was a clash of tongues, sweet and frantic, but the interruption at the door had left me lingering at half-mast.

”Aw... boo. Not hard,” Tessa teased from the couch, giving me a literal thumbs down. ”Boo! Boo this man! Boo! BOO!”

”Well, consider this a warm-up for me,” Eleanor chuckled. She sank to her knees in front of me, her eyes locked on mine while I continued to hold Kim in the air.

She gathered a bit of saliva and spat onto her palm, smearing it over my shaft. She leaned in, her lips swirling around the head of my cock before she took me deep into her throat.

Tessa nudged Minne, pointing at the display. ”See that, little maid? That’s how you do the thing I showed you. Pay attention.”

The sensation was a total overload. Above, Kim was devouring my mouth, her breasts crushing against my chest as we traded hot, breathless moans. Below, Eleanor was working with a rhythmic, expert suction, her tongue dancing around the sensitive skin. The combination was lethal. I felt the blood rushing back, my cock thickening and hardening until it was straining against the back of Eleanor’s throat.

Eleanor let out a muffled moan of satisfaction, feeling the change. She pulled back, my cock popping out of her mouth with a wet sound. She looked up at me and smiled, her lips glistening.

”There,” she whispered. ”Now he’s as ready as he’s ever going to be.”

Eleanor reached up, her fingers finding the heat between Kim’s thighs as she remained locked around my waist. Kim let out a sharp, jagged moan, her head falling back. Eleanor used her other hand to guide me, aligning the tip of my cock with Kim’s soaking entrance.

”Now,” Eleanor urged.

I adjusted my grip on Kim’s hips and gave one powerful, upward thrust. I slid home in one smooth motion, burying myself deep inside her. Kim’s eyes flew open, a long, shattered cry escaping her as she gripped my shoulders, the room finally spinning back into focus.

I began moving.

I wasn’t holding back; I was driving into her with a relentless pace, feeling the way her body struggled to accommodate the depth of every thrust. It was a raw, kinetic experience, the friction creating a heat that seemed to radiate from our point of contact and fill the air.

Eleanor, meanwhile, had shed her clothes. She was dressed in a thin, oversized black t-shirt that barely skimmed the top of her thighs and a pair of frayed denim shorts that left her legs bare. She didn’t stay a spectator for long. She moved behind Kim, her presence adding a new layer of intensity to the room. She wrapped her arms around Kim’s waist from behind, her chest pressing firmly against Kim’s shoulder blades, turning the two of them into a single, focused target for my movements.

”God, you feel so good, Evan,” Kim whimpered, her voice vibrating against my neck. She turned her head, her eyes glazed with a mixture of exhaustion and mounting pleasure. ”Harder... don’t stop. Just keep going.”