The Heart System

Chapter 463: Chapter 463

Jasmine let out a weak, dazed chuckle, her eyes slowly focusing on me. She turned her head to the left, her small hand reaching up to steady me. She wrapped her lips around the head of my dick, her tongue swirling around the crown to catch every drop of the mess we’d made. She sucked me in deep, her throat working as she cleaned me with a slow, devoted intensity, her eyes never leaving mine as she swallowed the remnants of my release.

Jasmine didn’t stop at just a few licks. She took me deeper, her cheeks hollowing as she used her tongue to swirl around the sensitive ridge of my cock, catching every stray drop of my release. I let out a long, low groan, my head falling back as the friction of her warm mouth sent fresh sparks through my already overstimulated nerves.

Just as I was sinking into the sensation, I felt Tessa’s hands lock onto my shoulders from behind. She pulled back with a firm, playful strength, guiding me away from the ledge and back toward the center of the sunbed.

"My turn to take care of the guest of honor," Tessa whispered.

I sat down, leaning back against the cushions and getting comfortable. My legs were spread, and my cock was still standing proud and hard, glistening under the balcony lights. Jasmine stayed where she was for a moment, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand and giving me a wink that told me she wasn’t done with me yet.

Tessa stepped into the space between my knees. She didn’t rush. With a wicked glint in her eyes, she began to remove her clothes, peeling the fabric away slowly and teasingly. I watched her, my breath catching as more of her skin was revealed. She knew exactly what she was doing, pausing to let my eyes linger on the curves of her breasts and the sweep of her hips before finally standing before me completely bare.

I exhaled a long, shaky breath, the heat in the enclosed balcony rising another few degrees.

"Hey Jas," I rasped, looking over at Jasmine who was still recovering nearby. "Can you send a taxi to Kayla’s place? Make sure she gets here fast."

"Busy?" Jasmine asked with a playful, knowing smile, glancing from my cock to Tessa. "Suuure. I got it. I’ll handle the logistics while you two... keep busy."

Tessa didn’t wait for Jasmine to finish. She stepped over my lap, her hands resting on my chest as she straddled me. She looked down at me, her hair falling over her shoulders like a curtain of fire.

"Now, Cowboy," Tessa said, her voice dropping to a sultry, commanding purr. "Let me ride you."

I looked up at her, my hands finding her waist and pulling her down flush against me.

"With pleasure."

I didn’t have any oil, and I didn’t need it. My cock was already drenched in Jasmine’s slickness and saliva, glistening like polished marble in the soft balcony light. I reached down, my hand sliding between Tessa’s legs. She was already wet, her own arousal dripping down her thighs, but I didn’t go for her pussy. I took a handful of that nectar and smeared it across her tight hole.

Tessa let out a sharp, jagged gasp, her back arching as my thumb pressed against the entrance of her rosebud. She wasn’t as used to this as Jasmine, and I could feel the instinctive flutter of her muscles trying to guard the gate.

"Easy, Tess. Just relax for me," I whispered, my teeth grazing the skin between her shoulder blades.

I pushed a finger in, then two, scissoring them slowly to stretch her out. Tessa’s fingers dug into my knees, her knuckles white as she fought the urge to tighten up.

"Evan... oh god, you’re so big... I don’t know if..."

"You can," I interrupted, my voice firm. "Just focus on my hands. Focus on the way I’m touching you."

I stood up slightly, lifting her by the waist, and positioned the head of my cock at her entrance. I didn’t rush it. I let the tip just rest there, the heat of her body radiating against me. Then, with a slow, agonizingly steady pressure, I began to push.

The resistance was thick and heavy. Tessa let out a long, low moan, her head falling forward as she gripped the back of the sunbed for support. I could feel every millimeter of the stretch, the way her tight ring fought against me before finally, reluctantly, beginning to slide over the crown.

"That’s it... just like that," I rasped, my hands anchoring her hips as I drove deeper.

I didn’t stop until I was buried to the hilt. Tessa was breathing in short, sharp hitches now, her chest heaving as she adjusted to the intrusion. I stayed there for a moment, letting the internal pressure build, feeling the way her walls were pulsing around me in a frantic, uneven rhythm.

Then, I started to move.

I began with a slow, grinding rotation, my hips circling in a way that made my cock rub against every sensitive nerve ending inside her. Tessa’s moans turned into broken, rhythmic whimpers. Every time I hit the bottom, her ass would clench instinctively, sending a jolt of pure electricity up my spine.

"Fuck, Tess... you’re so goddamn tight," I barked, my breath hitching as I started to pick up the pace.

I shifted the position, pulling her back so her spine was pressed flush against my chest while she remained impaled on me. I reached around her, my hands finding her breasts and kneading them with a desperate, hungry intensity. I started to hammer into her now, a heavy, slapping rhythm that echoed through the small balcony.

Slap. Slap. Slap.

The friction was incredible. The heat was building to a boiling point. She was incoherent, her head thrashing from side to side as I drove into her.

"Do you like it, Tess? Do you like having me deep in your ass while Jasmine watches from the other side?" I asked into her ear, my voice dark and taunting.

"Yes! Fuck... Evan, yes! Don’t stop... don’t you dare stop!"