The Heart System

Chapter 949: Chapter 949

I kissed her shoulder and stepped back, hands raised in mock surrender. We finished stripping Ivy’s bed together, then carried the clean set over from the hallway closet. Fitting the new sheet took longer than it should have because every time she leaned across the mattress I found an excuse to grab her hip, or slap her ass lightly, or lean in and steal a quick kiss. She retaliated by reaching back once and wrapping her fingers around my half-hard cock, giving it a slow stroke before letting go and continuing to tuck the corner like nothing had happened.

"You’re impossible," she muttered, but she was smiling.

We moved to her own bedroom next.

The sheets there were in even worse shape. Delilah stood at the foot of the bed with her hands on her hips, surveying the damage.

"We really did a number on these."

"Worth it."

She glanced at me sideways. "You’re still dripping on my floor."

"Says you."

I stepped in behind her while she started pulling the top sheet free, pressed my chest to her back, and reached around to cup both of her breasts. My thumbs brushed over her nipples in lazy circles. She kept working, but her movements slowed.

"You’re supposed to be helping," she said, voice lower now.

"I am. Moral support."

One of my hands drifted down her soft stomach and between her legs again. I rubbed her clit with two fingers in slow, deliberate strokes while she tried to finish pulling the sheet off. Her head tipped back against my shoulder for a moment and a quiet moan slipped out before she caught it.

"Okay, okay, stop. We’ll never finish if you keep doing that."

I gave her clit one last firm circle, then reluctantly pulled my hand away and kissed the top of her head. "Fine. But I’m not putting clothes on."

"Neither am I. It’s already a lost cause."

We stripped the bed together, playful the entire time. Every time she bent to lift the mattress edge I grabbed a handful of her ass and squeezed. Every time I reached across her she turned her head and stole a kiss, or nipped at my jaw, or dragged her nails lightly down my chest. At one point she "accidentally" backed into me so that my cock nestled right between her cheeks; she stayed there for a few long seconds, rocking her hips just enough to make me harden fully again, before stepping away with a wicked little smile.

"Tease."

"Takes one to know one."

By the time the clean sheets were on and smoothed out, both of us were flushed and breathing a little faster. Cum was still slowly leaking down her inner thighs. My cock was heavy and half-hard again just from the constant contact. Neither of us commented on it.

Delilah gathered the last of the dirty laundry into a basket and set it by the door. Then she turned to me, completely naked, hair messy, skin still marked from earlier, and held out her hand.

"Bathroom. Before we make another mess that needs cleaning."

I took her hand. We walked down the short hallway together, still bare, her fingers laced with mine. The bathroom light flicked on. She stepped inside first; I followed and closed the door behind us.

Delilah reached for the hem of the tiny white blouse, ready to finally peel the ruined uniform off, when I stepped in behind her and stopped her with a hand on her hip.

"Before you remove that uniform..."

I gripped my cock, still hard, still shiny from earlier and slapped the heavy length of it against the soft curve of her ass. The wet sound of skin meeting skin was filthy in the quiet bathroom. She glanced back over her shoulder, eyes widening a little when she felt how stiff I still was.

"Still hard? My god, Evan. My god."

She didn’t sound annoyed. If anything she sounded impressed... and interested. Without another word she turned, dropped to her knees on the cool tile, and looked up at me. The too-small blouse was still stretched tight across her chest, buttons straining; the short skirt was twisted and useless. She leaned in, spit a thick strand of saliva directly onto the head of my cock, and wrapped her fingers around the shaft to spread it.

Then she took me into her mouth.

Warm, wet heat closed around the head. She didn’t tease. She sank down immediately, lips stretching around the thick girth, tongue pressing flat against the underside as she took as much as she could. One hand stayed wrapped around the base, stroking what she couldn’t fit, while the other rested on my thigh for balance. The soft, wet sounds of her sucking filled the small bathroom.

I rested a hand on the back of her head, not pushing, just holding. "Fuck... that mouth..."

She pulled off with a wet pop, a thin string of spit still connecting her bottom lip to the head of my cock, and looked up at me while she stroked slowly.

"You’re making an old woman suck this cock," she murmured, voice low. "And you’re still this hard. Unbelievable."

"What’s wrong with my dick?"

"Nothing, you idiot. This thing was JUST inside my asshole."

"Sorry, sorry."

She leaned back in and licked a long, slow stripe from the base all the way to the tip, swirling her tongue around the head before taking me in again. This time she went deeper, the head of my cock pressing against the soft entrance of her throat. She held there for a few seconds, breathing carefully through her nose, then pulled back and started a steady rhythm, bobbing her head, cheeks hollowing, spit running down the shaft and over her fingers.

I watched every movement. The way the tiny blouse gaped further every time she moved. The way her soft tits shifted inside the strained fabric. The focused, almost hungry look in her eyes as she worked me.

"You’re so fucking good at that," I groaned. "Taking it so deep... look at you."