The Heart System Chapter 508

My ears were tuned out from their talk. Jasmine’s foot pulled off maneuvers that belonged in the realm of the forbidden. She held me captive between her arches, giving a subtle twist to let her skin grate along the vulnerable underside of my shaft. Each bomb blast in the flick prompted a quick, fierce clamp from her that hazed my eyesight.

My hand dropped low, seizing her foot to steer the motion. I clamped her sole tighter over my dick, hauling her nearer until her heel dug into my pelvic bone. The rubbing heat surged wildly, a searing pressure I realized I wouldn't contain much longer.

"You’re almost there, aren’t you?" Jasmine breathed, her tone slipping into a husky, secret lilt meant only for me, away from the other girls' ears.

"Yeah," I rasped, teeth gritted. "Don’t stop. Just like that."

She ramped up the pace, her toes flexing and releasing atop the tip as she stroked me relentlessly. The room's relaxed atmosphere had turned electric, though the others feigned ignorance of my white-knuckled grip on the cushions.

"Jasmine, lean forward a bit," I mumbled, voice cracking.

Without faltering, she bent forward while securing her foot's hold on me, her hair cascading over her knees. Her hands snagged mine, fingers meshing as she drew nearer. Lips parting, she engulfed the head, tongue circling the crown while her sole maintained that wild, gliding squeeze at the root.

Overwhelmed by the dual assault, I unleashed a ragged moan, spine bowing from the couch as release hit. I erupted powerfully, body spasming while flooding her mouth, and Jasmine held steady. She swallowed every bit with smooth gulps, her foot delivering a final, insistent press to draw out the remnants.

Lingering a beat, her tongue lapped the final warmth before she eased back, swiping her thumb across her lips. She appeared utterly nonchalant, like she'd savored a mere treat rather than drained me amid the household.

"Better?" she queried, eyes sparkling with triumph.

"Much," I gasped, heart pounding to escape my ribs.

Glancing about, Minne remained nestled with the cat, Nala drifted to the kitchen for water, and Kim bickered with Tessa over the next horror flick. Just another typical day in the penthouse... and I savored it all.

My hand went down, easing my boxers and pants into place, that deep, cozy glow seeping through my limbs. "You’re a menace, Jasmine," I declared, breath steadying at last.

"And you love it," she shot back, reclining with eyes shut, a pleased grin as credits scrolled on screen.

Jasmine had sunk deep into the couch fabric, spine against the distant armrest, head tilted back. Her extended legs sprawled across my lap, bare right foot slipped into my open pants waistband, idly teasing my dick with her arch.

A languid, seamless glide. My gaze stayed fixed on the TV, palms idly on her thighs. I kneaded her solid quad, then trailed fingers to encircle her ankle, thumb stroking the bone. It felt cozy, hushed, and wicked simultaneously.

"That logistics report for Monday is going to be a nightmare," Jasmine murmured, voice humming low and drowsy as toes gripped my shaft's head. "If the snow doesn’t clear, we’re looking at a thirty-percent delay on the tech units."

"Mmm," I rumbled, hips twitching faintly against her sole. "We’ll deal with it then. For now, just... keep doing that."

Abruptly, unease stirred. Not from the film. A buzz, a choppy, muted noise clashing with the movie's beat.

I stiffened, grip firming on Jasmine’s ankle.

"Evan?" she hushed, foot halting its steady glide.

Silence from me. I listened intently. Moments ticked by, gunfire yielding to swelling music, then it struck again. A harsh crash, then a stifled, furious bellow. Not from speakers. From the floor beneath.

Snatching the remote from the table, I hit pause. Screen halted on a screaming soldier in after-credits, plunging the apartment into echoing quiet.

"Hey!" Tessa griped from her couch, jolted alert. "Right at the thrilling bit! Resume it."

"Ssh," I whispered sharply, palm raised. "Listen."

Everyone went still. Heater's drone filled brief seconds. Then—a heavy thump straight below, chased by a man's raw, venomous roar. From Eleanor’s unit.

"Is that... downstairs?" Kim wondered, phone tumbling to cushions.

"Yeah," I growled, jaw set. Yells persisted, glass smashing into wall. Eleanor’s brother. That frantic, shrill tone of a gambler out of options, hunting a scapegoat.

Springing up fast, Jasmine’s legs tumbled from my lap. Fly half-zipped, I snatched my thick jacket off the chair and shrugged it on.

"Where are you going?" Jasmine pressed, bolting upright, eyes alarmed.

"Eleanor," I stated icily. "Her brother is back. He’s a mess, and it sounds like he’s losing it over more money. I’m going down there to check on her. I’ll be right back, don’t worry."

"O-okay... be careful."

I eyed Nala, poised at the kitchen counter, attuned to the tension. "Nala, can you call the building security?"

Nala moved swift, phone in hand, nodding firmly. "On it. Be careful, Evan."