The Heart System

Chapter 482: Chapter 482

Below the counter, Kayla looked up at me for a split second, her eyes hooded and dark with mischief. She knew exactly what she was doing. She let out a muffled, vibrating hum against my shaft that sent a jolt of pure electricity straight to my brain. I gasped, the sound catching in the back of my throat.

“Evan? You okay in there?” Jasmine asked, her tone shifting to one of mild curiosity. “You sound like you just stubbed your toe.”

“Just… the steam,” I managed to say, my eyes rolling back for a moment as Kayla took me even deeper, her nose pressing against my pubic hair. “The kettle caught me off guard. It’s fine.”

I reached for the tea tins, my hands trembling slightly. I fumbled with the lid of the Earl Grey, the metal clinking loudly. I was trying to focus on the task, but Kayla was making it impossible. She started a swirling motion with her head, her lips tight and suctioning hard as she milked me. The sensation was so intense I felt my knees buckle. I had to lean my hip against the counter to keep from collapsing right on top of her.

“Anyway,” Tessa shouted over the volume of a commercial. “I think the off-white is better. Eggshell has too much yellow in it.”

“I’ll tell her you said that,” Delilah laughed. “She’ll love that. Hey Evan, is that tea almost ready? I’m parched.”

“Almost!” I barked out, a bit too loudly.

Kayla flicked her tongue against the underside of my head, right on the most sensitive spot, and I felt a low groan building in my chest. I bit my lip hard, the copper taste of blood grounding me just enough to keep from crying out. I reached for the teapot, my movements jerky. I dropped the tea leaves inside, the dark flakes scattering over the counter.

“You’re being awfully quiet in there, Kayla!” Nala called out from the armchair. “Are you actually helping him or just eating all the biscuits?”

Kayla paused for a second, her mouth still hovering inches from me. She let out a soft, wet giggle that only I could hear, then went right back to work, her pace increasing. She was moving her head faster now, her hair brushing against my stomach. Every time she bottomed out, I could feel the rhythmic throb of her pulse against me.

“She’s… uh… she’s looking for the honey!” I lied, my voice cracking at the end. I grabbed the kettle and started pouring the boiling water into the pot. The steam rose in a thick cloud, masking the heat in my face. “It’s way in the back of the cupboard.”

“Since when do we keep honey in the back?” Kim asked. “I used it this morning for my toast. It’s right on the second shelf.”

“I must have moved it,” I grunted.

Kayla’s hands moved from my thighs to my ass, her nails digging into the cheeks as she pulled me even deeper into her mouth. I was so close to the edge that the room was starting to spin. The heat in the kitchen was unbearable, a mix of the boiling water and the raw, concentrated lust happening beneath the counter. I gripped the handle of the teapot so hard I thought the ceramic might snap.

“Check the shelf again, Kayla!” Tessa yelled. “If not, just use sugar! Don’t spend all night in there!”

“Found it!” I gasped out, the words barely catching in my throat as Kayla gave one final, powerful suck that turned my knees to jelly.

The pressure behind my hips peaked into a white-hot explosion. I gripped the edge of the granite counter so hard I thought the stone might crack, my knuckles turning white as I let out a low, jagged groan that was swallowed by the hum of the refrigerator.

Kayla didn’t flinch; she took it all, her throat working in a deep, rhythmic swallow as I erupted. Pulse after pulse of heat filled her mouth, and she stayed right there, her eyes locked onto mine with a defiant, playful heat until the very last twitch.

Even after I came, she didn’t pull away. She kept her lips tight and her suction firm, her tongue swirling around the sensitive head of my cock to coax out every remaining drop. My hands were buried in her hair now, my fingers tensing as I rode the wave of the afterglow. It felt like my entire lower body had turned to liquid. I was lightheaded, the voices of the girls in the living room fading into a distant, muffled hum while the only reality was the wet, sliding heat of Kayla’s mouth.

Every time she gave a soft, demanding tug, my toes curled against the kitchen tile. I looked down at her, seeing the way her cheeks hollowed as she gave one last, powerful pull.

She finally pulled back with a wet, heavy sound, a stray drop of white glistening on her bottom lip. She didn’t reach for a napkin. Instead, she swiped her tongue across her lip, swallowing the last of me with a slow, deliberate wink that told me exactly who was in control of this kitchen.

“Good boy,” she whispered, the wicked grin returning to her face as she watched me struggle to breathe.

I took a shaky breath, smoothing down my shirt and pulling my pants back up with hands that wouldn’t stop trembling. I checked the reflection in the microwave door—my face was a deep crimson, my eyes glazed, but I looked passably human.

I grabbed the tray, the cups rattling like a nervous heartbeat against the saucers as I lifted it. The tea was dark and fragrant, the steam curling into the air, mocking the chaos I felt inside.

“Here we go,” I said, my voice sounding an octave deeper than usual as I stepped out from behind the counter.

Kayla followed a second later, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear and looking as innocent as a saint on a prayer card. She walked past me and flopped onto the couch next to Nala, her expression completely neutral, though the flush on her neck told a different story to those who knew where to look.

“Took you long enough,” Delilah said, reaching for a cup without looking up from her phone. “What were you two doing, growing the tea leaves yourself?”

“You have no idea how hard it is to find the right… sweetness,” Kayla said, her voice smooth and steady. She looked up at me as I handed her a cup, a spark of pure, unadulterated fire in her eyes. “But it was definitely worth the effort. Best I’ve ever had.”

I handed out the remaining cups, my heart still hammering against my ribs like a trapped bird. The girls began to sip their tea, returning to their conversation about dresses and renovations, completely unaware that the man serving them had just been claimed right under their noses.

“Minne is pregnant, by the way,” Jasmine said as I sat down on the single armchair. “You’d never guess who the father is.”

“Oh, wow! Congrats, honey!” Delilah said, her face lighting up.

Kayla chuckled, leaning back. “Let me guess, the father’s name starts with an E?”

“And he’s a total horny monkey,” Tessa quipped.

“Har-har, girls. Very funny.” I shook my head, finally taking a long-awaited sip of my tea.

“Jokes aside, congratulations, Minne,” Kayla said, looking at the maid with a softened expression. “I’m sure you’re going to be a wonderful mother.”

“T-thank you… I’m really excited,” Minne replied, her voice small but full of genuine warmth.

“Well, so am I, Minne. So am I,” I added, giving her a reassuring look.

Delilah cleared her throat, meeting eyes with Tessa. She straightened her posture, leaning forward as if she were about to reveal the secrets of the universe. “Tess. Did you… get the thing for me?”

“Yep,” Tessa said with a slow, devious smirk. “I got the thing.”

“What thing?” I asked, looking between them.

“Nothing,” Tessa said, her smirk widening.

Just then, her phone buzzed on the coffee table. She fished it up and glanced at the screen. From where I was sitting, I could see the notification clear as day. It was an alarm that read, ’FEED THE FATTY’ in all caps. Poor Mik.

She muted the alarm and walked to the kitchen, grabbing the food packet and pouring a generous helping into the bowl. She set it down near the dining table, right under the window, and whistled. “Mik! Come here!”

“She was just on my lap,” Delilah said, looking around. “I didn’t even realize she’d hopped off.”

“Mik! Come here, girlie. Food time. Foody-foody!”

“Pss-pss-pss,” Kim joined in. “Mik! My almost-name-friend!”

Suddenly, Mik darted out of Tessa’s room—with a black garter stocking clenched in her teeth. Delilah saw it and immediately shot up, heading toward the cat. Mik, thinking this was a high-stakes game of tag, hissed playfully and took off.

Tessa joined the chase, and both women disappeared into Minne’s room after the cat. I couldn’t help but chuckle at the chaos.

“I guess that stocking was the ’thing’?” I asked.

“Spoiler,” Jasmine said, “that’s only a tiny part of the ’thing.’ Trust me.”

“Oh? Now I’m curious.”

“You should be. It’s called a ’surprise’ for a reason.”

“So many surprises,” I said, leaning back into the cushions. “I’m starting to think you girls actually love me.”

“Hey, Minne,” Tessa called out, peeking her head around the hallway with the cat finally in her arms. “Let’s start upping the dosage of ricin in his food from now on.”

“Ricin?” Minne asked, looking confused. “Rice in… where?”

Tessa ignored the question, looking directly at me. “Actually, maybe a cage lock for his dick instead. He’d die sooner, trust me… you horny monkey.”

“It feels good to be loved,” I said, ignoring the threat with a grin. “Especially by you, Tessa.”

“Alright, enough chit-chat,” she said, setting the cat down. “Go wait for us in the master bedroom. We’ll be there shortly.”

“Can’t fucking wait,” I said, standing up and stretching.

“I found the other piece!” Delilah’s voice echoed from Minne’s room. “It was under the bed!”