The Heart System Chapter 482

Under the countertop, Kayla glanced up at me briefly, her gaze shadowed and filled with sly intent. She was fully aware of her actions. A suppressed, buzzing vibration escaped her against my length, shooting a surge of raw thrill directly into my mind. I inhaled sharply, the noise sticking in my throat.

"Evan? Everything alright there?" Jasmine inquired, her voice turning to a touch of interest. "You sound as if you stubbed your toe or something."

"It's just... the steam," I replied with effort, my eyes fluttering shut momentarily while Kayla engulfed me further, her nose brushing my pubic hair. "The kettle surprised me. No problem."

My fingers shook a bit as I stretched toward the tea containers. The Earl Grey tin's cap slipped in my grasp, clanging noisily. Concentration on the job was tough, thanks to Kayla's distractions. She began twisting her head in circles, her mouth sealed tight with strong suction as she drew me out. The feeling overwhelmed me, making my legs weaken. Leaning my side on the counter became necessary to avoid tumbling onto her.

"Anyway," Tessa called above the ad's noise. "I prefer the off-white shade. Eggshell carries too much yellow tint."

"I'll pass that along to her," Delilah chuckled. "She'll adore it. Hey Evan, is the tea nearly done? I'm dying of thirst."

"Almost!" I shouted back, louder than intended.

Kayla's tongue darted at the sensitive underside of my tip, hitting the perfect spot, and a deep rumble grew in my torso. I clamped down on my lip, tasting blood's metallic tang, which anchored me enough to stifle any yell. Jerkily, I seized the teapot. The tea leaves tumbled in, scattering dark bits across the surface.

"You're awfully silent in there, Kayla!" Nala yelled from her seat in the armchair. "Are you helping him for real or sneaking all the cookies?"

For a moment, Kayla halted, her lips mere inches away. A quiet, moist laugh only I caught slipped out, before she resumed with greater speed. Her head bobbed quicker, strands of hair grazing my belly. With each deep plunge, the steady beat of her pulse registered against me.

"She's... um... hunting for the honey!" I fibbed, my tone breaking at the close. Seizing the kettle, I poured the scalding water into the vessel. Dense vapor billowed up, hiding my flushed cheeks. "It's buried deep in the cabinet."

"When did we start stashing honey at the rear?" Kim wondered. "I grabbed it earlier for breakfast toast. It sits on the second shelf."

"I probably shifted it," I muttered through gritted teeth.

Kayla's palms slid from my legs to my rear, nails pressing into the flesh as she drew me in even more. The brink loomed so near that dizziness set in. The kitchen's warmth was stifling, blending the hot liquid with the intense desire unfolding below. The teapot's grip in my hand was vise-like, threatening to shatter the pottery.

"Look on the shelf once more, Kayla!" Tessa hollered. "If it's missing, sugar works fine! Don't linger forever!"

"Got it!" I wheezed, the phrase nearly lost as Kayla delivered a final, forceful draw that softened my knees to rubber.

Tension at my core surged to a blinding climax. My fingers dug into the granite's rim with such force it seemed it might split, nails paling as a rough, uneven moan escaped, drowned by the fridge's drone.

Kayla remained unfazed; she accepted everything, her throat contracting in steady gulps as I released. Wave upon wave of warmth flooded her, and she held position, staring up with bold, teasing fervor until the final spasm faded.

Post-release, she lingered without retreating. Lips stayed sealed with persistent pull, her tongue circling the tender tip to extract the last traces. Now my hands tangled in her locks, digits clenching amid the bliss's remnants. My lower half felt melted. Dizziness washed over me, the women's chatter in the lounge blurring to a remote buzz, while Kayla's slick, enveloping warmth defined existence.

Each gentle, insistent yank made my toes grip the floor tiles. Peering down, I watched her cheeks cave with one ultimate, firm tug.

At last, she withdrew with a slick, substantial pop, a pearl of white gleaming on her lower lip. No napkin sought; her tongue swept it away, consuming the remainder with a languid, purposeful blink signaling her dominance in this space.

"Good boy," she murmured, her sly smile resurfacing as she observed my labored breaths.

Drawing an unsteady inhale, I straightened my shirt and hiked up my trousers with quivering limbs. The microwave's reflection showed my ruddy complexion and hazy stare, yet I appeared somewhat normal.

Snatching the tray, the cups clattered like erratic pulses on their plates as I raised it. The brew steamed darkly and aromatically, its wisps taunting my inner turmoil.

"Coming right up," I announced, voice bassier than normal, emerging from the counter's shelter.

Kayla trailed moments after, securing a stray hair and radiating purity like a holy icon. She sauntered by me to collapse beside Nala on the sofa, face impassive save for the telltale blush on her throat for sharp observers.

"Took your sweet time," Delilah remarked, claiming a cup sans glancing from her device. "Were you two cultivating the leaves from scratch?"

"You wouldn't believe the challenge in locating the perfect... sweetness," Kayla responded evenly. As I offered her a cup, she met my gaze with raw, blazing mischief. "But worth every second. Finest I've tasted."

Distributing the rest, my pulse thundered in my chest like a caged creature. The women sipped, resuming talks of gowns and makeovers, oblivious to the servant's recent conquest mere feet away.

"Minne's expecting, incidentally," Jasmine noted as I settled into the lone chair. "You'd be shocked at the dad's identity."

"Oh my gosh! Congratulations, sweetie!" Delilah beamed.

Kayla snickered, reclining. "Lemme guess, dad's initial is E?"

"And he's an utter lustful ape," Tessa jested.

"Ha-ha, ladies. Hilarious." I rolled my eyes, at last savoring a deep drink of tea.

"Seriously though, congrats, Minne," Kayla added, her look gentling toward the servant. "You'll make an amazing mom."

"T-thanks... I'm thrilled," Minne answered softly, brimming with sincere joy.

"I'm thrilled too, Minne. Truly," I chimed in, offering a comforting nod.

Delilah coughed lightly, locking sights with Tessa. She sat taller, edging ahead like unveiling cosmic truths. "Tess. Did you... fetch that item for me?"

"Yep," Tessa replied with a gradual, cunning grin. "I snagged the item."

"What item?" I queried, glancing back and forth.

"Nothing," Tessa dismissed, her grin broadening.

Her phone vibrated on the table then. She retrieved it and peeked at the display. From my vantage, the alert was plain: 'FEED THE FATTY' in bold caps. Poor Mik.

Silencing it, she headed to the kitchen, fetched the meal pack, and scooped a hefty portion into the dish. Placing it by the table under the pane, she whistled. "Mik! Over here!"

"She was curled on me seconds ago," Delilah observed, scanning about. "Didn't notice her leave."

"Mik! Here, sweetie. Dinner! Nom-nom time."

"Pss-pss-pss," Kim chimed. "Mik! My near-namesake pal!"

Abruptly, Mik bolted from Tessa's quarters, a dark garter stocking gripped in her jaws. Delilah spotted it and sprang forth after the feline. Mik, viewing it as chase fun, let out a frolicsome hiss and fled.

Tessa dove into the pursuit, both vanishing into Minne's space behind the pet. I had to laugh at the frenzy.

"So that stocking counts as the 'item'?" I ventured.

"Spoiler alert," Jasmine warned, "that's just a sliver of the 'item.' Believe me."

"Oh? Intriguing."

"You ought to be. Surprises exist for that very thrill."

"All these shocks," I mused, sinking into the sofa. "I'm beginning to suspect you all care for me."

"Hey, Minne," Tessa summoned, leaning from the corridor with the cat secured. "Time to spike his meals with more ricin going forward."

"Ricin?" Minne puzzled. "Rice in... what?"

Tessa bypassed the query, fixing on me. "Or perhaps a chastity cage for his junk. Quicker end, I swear... you lusty beast."

"Love feels great," I retorted, brushing off the jab with a smile. "Particularly yours, Tessa."

"Okay, chatter over," she commanded, releasing the cat. "Head to the main bedroom and wait. We'll join soon."

"Can't damn wait," I replied, rising and extending.

"I located the missing bit!" Delilah's call rang from Minne's area. "Under the bed!"