The Heart System Chapter 552

My mind was quick, and I didn't need a second instruction. I leaned over Kim’s shoulder, my face nearly touching Eleanor’s. She then turned her head, her gaze dark and undeniably alluring. Yet, just as our lips were poised to meet, I pulled back slightly, a thought suddenly striking me.

"Wait, hold on," I murmured, my breath catching as I maintained the intense, demanding rhythm within Kim. "I nearly forgot. I really don't want to taste myself on you, Eleanor."

Eleanor's eyes widened, her seductive glare momentarily replaced by sheer bewilderment. "What?" she inquired, a soft laugh escaping her lips. "Seriously? Evan, most guys wouldn't mind—or would even enjoy that."

"Yeah, well, I'm a stickler for the details," I grunted, my hips thrusting forward as Kim released a ragged moan. "Call me old-fashioned, but let's keep the flavors distinct."

From the couch, Tessa let out a dramatic, weary sigh and began to sit up. "Oh, for goodness sake... you and your high standards," she teased, her eyes nevertheless glinting with amusement. "Fine. Come on, Eleanor. I'll get you a cup in the kitchen so you can rinse your mouth. We can't have the gentleman's palate being offended."

Eleanor threw her head back, erupting into a deep, genuine laugh that seemed to pierce the room's heavy atmosphere. "Wow. This guy. I swear, he's something else," she chuckled, shaking her head as she followed Tessa towards the hallway. "Fine, give me thirty seconds!"

As they departed, I didn't allow the momentum to wane. Adjusting my grip on Kim’s hips, my knuckles turning white, I accelerated the pace. Kim's head lolled back, her hair sweeping across my arms as she moaned, her body trembling with each deep, powerful thrust. "Evan... god, just... don't stop," she whimpered, her fingers digging into my shoulders.

Just moments later, the refreshing scent of peppermint drifted back into the living room even before Eleanor reappeared. She stepped back into our midst, her breath fresh, a victorious smirk playing on her lips.

"Better?" she challenged, moving in close and once again embracing Kim from behind. She pressed her body against Kim’s back, closing the distance between all three of us.

"Much," I rasped.

I leaned over Kim’s shoulder once more, and this time, there was no hesitation. I met Eleanor’s lips with a deep, fervent kiss, the minty flavor mingling with the room's palpable heat. It was an overwhelming sensory overload—the cool tingle of her breath, the sensation of her chest against Kim’s back, and the constant, unyielding friction as I moved deep within Kim.

Eleanor reached down between us, her hands caressing the sweat-slicked curve of Kim’s backside. Without delay, she delivered a sharp, stinging slap that elicited a cry from Kim, the sound muffled against my shoulder.

"She’s so ready for you," Eleanor whispered against my mouth, her fingers now stroking the reddened skin she had just marked. "Look at her. She's practically vibrating."

"I can feel it," I gasped, my breathing coming in ragged bursts. "She's gripping me so tightly I can barely move."

"Then break her rhythm," Eleanor urged, her hand sliding between them to locate Kim’s clit, adding a frantic, stimulating friction to my own steady pace. "Make her forget where she is."

Kim's head fell back, her eyes rolling as the dual assault overwhelmed her. The air in the room was thick with the aroma of sweat and primal heat. I was the absolute center for both of them, my hips driving forward with an almost mechanical force. I could feel the tension in Kim’s legs as they tightened around my waist, her heels digging into my lower back as she strained to pull me even closer.

I shifted my grip, knuckles white, and lifted her slightly to alter the angle. I began to move again, a rapid, shallow motion that sent Kim into a state of heightened frenzy. Eleanor remained close, whispering directly into Kim’s ear, chiding her for being so loud, for trembling so noticeably for all to witness.

"You love this, don't you?" Eleanor murmured, her teeth lightly grazing Kim’s earlobe. "Having both of us tend to you like this."

"Yes... yes! I can't... Evan!"

The friction intensified, building towards a burning crescendo. I could feel the heat radiating from Kim’s skin, her inner muscles beginning to shudder as an involuntary climax approached. My own pulse hammered in my ears, the pressure within me reaching an undeniable peak, yet I gritted my teeth and maintained the steady rhythm. My desire was to feel her shatter first.

"Now, Evan!" Eleanor commanded, her fingers working Kim with astonishing speed. "Finish her!"

A guttural sound escaped me as I delivered a series of powerful, deep thrusts. Kim let out a long, piercing scream that echoed through the room. Her body went rigid, her spine arching as she climaxed. Wave after wave of her release washed over me, her internal muscles clenching in a violent, rhythmic spasm that almost triggered my own climax prematurely.

Kim went limp against my chest, her breathing coming in ragged, sobbing breaths. She was completely spent, her head resting heavily on my shoulder, her body still humming with the aftershocks.

I slowed down, eventually coming to a halt, though I stayed buried deep inside her. I was still rock hard, throbbing with the need for my own release, but I held it. The ache was intense, a heavy weight in my balls that demanded a finish, but I just watched her recover.

Eleanor pulled back slightly, her face flushed and her lips swollen. She looked down at Kim, then up at me, a triumphant smirk on her face. She reached out and ran a hand through my hair, her eyes dark.

"Nice control," she whispered. "I thought you were going to go right then."

I let out a shaky breath, my heart hammering. "Don’t get used to it. I’m about five seconds away from losing it."

Tessa stood up from the couch, her robe falling open. "Then let’s get Kim to the sofa. I think it’s time we shared the load."