The Heart System

Chapter 90: Chapter 90

Without a word, she kicked off her sneakers, letting them thump to the floorboard. Peeled off her socks next, slowly, toes flexing free—pale, smooth arches, nails painted a chipped red that somehow looked perfect against her skin.

I stole a peek while pretending to watch the road, and damn—fucking flawless. I wasn’t even into feet like that, but hers? Soft curves, that fresh-out-of-shoes warmth... it hit different. Sexy as sin, pulling a low heat straight to my gut.

”Pants off,” she said, voice dropping husky, one foot already brushing my thigh. ”Now.”

Heart kicking up, I scanned for a clear stretch—empty highway ahead, no cops in sight. Fumbled the button on my jeans one-handed, shoving them down with my boxers just enough. My cock sprang free, hard and heavy, slapping against my stomach.

Jasmine didn’t waste time. Both feet slid over, soles warm and silky against my shaft—one pressing the base, the other curling over the tip. She stroked slow at first, toes gripping light, then firmer, sliding up and down in a rhythm that had my breath hitching.

”Fuck,” I moaned, hips bucking before I could stop it, the wheel jerking a hair. Her skin was so damn soft, the pressure building quick and dirty. ”Jasmine... shit, that’s...”

”Look at you, already leaking all over my toes. You like my feet that much? Bet you’ve been staring at ’em all night, huh? Dreaming about wrapping that thick cock between ’em.”

I groaned low, knuckles white on the wheel, forcing my eyes to stay mostly on the road even as my hips twitched up into her grip. Her soles were warm from the socks she’d just ditched—soft as fresh linen but with that faint, salty tang of skin that hit me right in the gut. The arch of her foot molded perfect against my length, hugging the vein that ran thick down the side, and every time she flexed her toes, it was like a little shock, pinching just shy of pain.

”Shit, Jasmine... yeah, they’re killer. So goddamn soft. Keep—fuck—keep squeezing like that.”

From the back, Tessa let out a husky laugh, the kind that said she was done watching from the sidelines. The seat creaked as she leaned forward, her breath hot on my neck before her lips brushed my cheek—soft, wet kisses trailing from jaw to temple, her tongue flicking out to taste the salt on my skin.

”Mmm, listen to you moan like an animal in heat. She’s got you good, doesn’t she? Driving with your dick out, feet all over it...” Her hand snaked around my shoulder, fingers dancing light over my collarbone, dipping down to tweak a nipple through my shirt—pinch, twist, release—just enough to make my breath stutter.

Jasmine picked up the pace, her feet stroking in tandem now: one sliding up from base to tip in a long, firm drag, the other grinding the underside with quick, fluttering taps from her toes. Pre-cum smeared between her soles, making everything glide slick and filthy, the wet schlick of skin on skin filling the car like a porn soundtrack.

She watched my face the whole time, eyes half-lidded and wicked, that pout from earlier twisted into a smug grin. ”Tell me how it feels, Evan. My toes gripping your fat head like that—bet it’s better than pussy, isn’t it? All warm and tight, just for you. God, you’re so hard... throbbing against my arch like you wanna burst already.”

”Oh, fuck, it’s... too good,” I rasped, the wheel jerking a fraction as a semi whooshed past in the other lane, headlights flashing over us like a spotlight on our sin.

”Mm. I bet it is.”

Adrenaline spiked through the lust, making my pulse hammer—anyone glancing over could see, if they looked close enough. The thought had me leaking more, a fat drop rolling down my shaft to pool where her big toe pressed into the slit. ”Your feet are fucking magic, Jas. That grip... shit, it’s got me right on the edge. Squeeze harder—yeah, like that. Fuck, you’re gonna make me nut all over your pretty toes.”

Tessa’s mouth found my ear then, her tongue tracing the shell,, hot and wet, before she nipped the lobe—sharp enough to sting, soft enough to beg for more.

”Look at that cock twitch...” She shifted closer, her free hand slipping down to cup my balls from behind—gentle rolls at first, then a firm tug that had me hissing through my teeth. Her kisses turned sloppier on my cheek, sucking marks into the skin, her breath ragged against me. ”Drive faster. I wanna feel you shake while she milks you dry.”

Jasmine’s laugh was breathy, triumphant, as she adjusted—crossing her ankles now for better angle, trapping my cock in a vise of warm, flexing pressure. She pumped faster, soles clapping light against my thighs with each upstroke, toes splaying wide to rake over the sensitive ridge under the head. The friction built filthy heat, her skin picking up that rosy flush from the effort, a faint sheen of sweat making her grip even slicker.

”Hear that, Tessa? He’s shaking already. Poor Evan’s fighting so hard not to crash us into a ditch. But fuck, I love it—your cock’s so hot between my feet, pulsing like it’s got a heartbeat just for me. You wanna cum on ’em? Paint my arches white? Or should I make you hold it, tease that fat tip till you’re begging?”

I was gone, head tipping back against the headrest for a split second—bad move, but her feet were relentless, stroking in perfect sync, one foot twisting gentle at the top while the other ground the base like she was trying to wring me out. The car swerved a hair, corrected quick, and I bit back a curse. ”Jas... goddamn, you’re evil. Yeah, I wanna cum—fuck, anywhere you want. Just don’t stop. Your toes on my head like that... shit, it’s electric. Squeezing my slit—ah, fuck!” Another drop of pre-cum welled up, and she smeared it with her toe, circling the opening till I bucked hard.

Tessa kissed down my jaw, nipping the stubble, then sucked hard on the hinge—leaving a bruise I’d feel tomorrow. ”You’re dripping so much, Evan. She’s got you sloppy.”

The combo was lethal—Tessa’s filthy whispers and teasing touches, her tongue now laving broad stripes up my neck, tasting the sweat beading there; Jasmine’s feet owning every inch of my cock, alternating pressure like she was reading my twitches.

Slow drag up, fast twist down, then both soles clamping tight for a full-body squeeze that had my thighs quaking. Outside, the world blurred, taillights streaking red, rain starting to speckle the windshield again, but in here, it was just this: feet and mouths and building fire.

”God, Evan, feel how wet you made my soles?” Jasmine taunted, lifting one foot quick to show me—glistening with my pre, toes shiny and spread—before dropping it back, trapping me again.

”Ah...”

She sped up, heels bouncing light on the seat as she jerked me in earnest now, the full length disappearing between her arches with each pass. ”Slippery as hell. You’re gonna make a mess, aren’t you? Shoot that hot load all over my feet, watch it drip down my toes... fuck, I can feel you swelling. Getting close?”

”Jas, I’m—shit, so close. Your feet... they’re perfect, gripping me like a fucking vice. Harder, yeah—fuck, just like that.”

Tessa’s arm looped around my chest, holding me steady as my hips started thrusting up wild into Jasmine’s grip, chasing the friction. ”Cum for her feet, Evan.”

Jasmine’s eyes locked on mine, dark and hungry, her breaths coming quick as she poured everything into it—feet pistoning now, soles slapping audible against my skin, toes curling to pinch and release the head in rapid-fire teases. ”That’s it, fuck my feet harder. You love it, don’t you? Cum now—give it to me, Evan. Drench ’em.”

The edge rushed up too fast—white-hot, unstoppable. My groan ripped raw from my chest, body locking as the first pulse hit, cock jerking violent between her soles. ”Fuck—Jas, I’m cumming! Oh... OH SHIT!”

She didn’t miss a beat. As the thick ropes started spurting—hot, endless jets arcing up—Jasmine leaned forward quick, twisting at the waist, her mouth diving in like she’d planned it all along. Her lips sealed around the head of my cock just as the second wave hit, tongue swirling frantic to catch every drop, sucking hard while her feet kept stroking the shaft below.

I bucked wild, the wheel forgotten in the haze, Tessa’s hands pinning my shoulders as she peppered my face with open-mouthed kisses—cheek, jaw, corner of my mouth—her tongue darting out to lick the sweat from my upper lip.

But Jasmine wasn’t done. She pushed deeper, throat relaxing as she took me inch by inch, her mouth sliding down to the base in one greedy plunge—nose burying in my pubes, lips stretched wide around me. The suction pulled everything out, her gulps audible and desperate, throat working visible around the thick column of my cock. She swallowed once, twice, three times—milking me dry with that hot, fluttering pull, not a drop wasted. Her feet stayed locked on my thighs, toes flexing idle now, smearing the remnants of pre-cum like a claim.

Tessa moaned soft against my ear, her licks turning lazy, affectionate, as the aftershocks rippled through me. ”Holy shit, look at her go. Swallowing you whole... greedy girl.” She nipped my cheek one last time, settling back with a satisfied hum, her hand stroking soothing circles on my chest.