The Heart System

Chapter 522: Chapter 522

“Fuck, you’re still so tight,” I muttered, my hands moving to the headboard of the couch to give myself more leverage. “Even after all that.”

“I… I can’t get enough,” she sobbed, her head tossing from side to side. “Just… don’t stop. Please.”

I was deep in the zone, the friction building into a white-hot blur, when I heard a door click open down the hall. A second later, the soft padding of footsteps approached the living room. I didn’t stop. I kept my pace, my hips slamming into Jasmine’s with a wet, heavy slap that echoed through the open space.

Tessa rounded the corner, stopping dead in her tracks as she took in the scene. She was wearing a loose silk robe, her hair slightly messy from sleep, but her expression shifted from surprise to a dry, weary amusement within seconds.

“Jeez,” Tessa sighed, leaning against the doorframe and crossing her arms. “At two in the morning? Really, guys? Some of us have an early meeting with the legal team.”

I didn’t break my stride. I looked over my shoulder at her, a smug grin spreading across my face as the couch continued its rhythmic protest. “Let me guess, Tessa… you’re here for a banana?”

Tessa froze, her jaw dropping slightly. She looked at me, then at the fruit bowl in the kitchen, then back to my face. “Wait… how the hell did you know that? Are you reading my mind now, you freak?”

I let out a short, rough chuckle, my sweat-slicked back glistening in the low light. “Call it a hunch. Jasmine here is a loyal disciple of Kayla’s app. I figured the ’metabolic window’ was a house-wide emergency.”

“Stupid app,” Jasmine gasped out, her eyes squeezed shut as I hit a particularly sensitive spot.

Tessa shook her head, muttering something under her breath about “fitness cults,” and walked into the kitchen. She grabbed two bananas from the bowl, peeled one of them, and then, instead of going back to her room, she wandered over to the living room. She stood just a few feet away from the couch, leaning against the back of a nearby armchair, watching us with a predatory, thoughtful glint in her eyes.

She took a slow bite of the banana, her gaze fixed on the way Jasmine’s legs were pinned back.

“You know, Jas,” Tessa said, her voice dropping into a dangerous, playful purr. “Seeing you like this… it reminds me of a very specific night in the bedroom last month. You remember, don’t you? What you did to me?”

Jasmine opened her eyes, her pupils blown out and swimming in ecstasy. She looked at Tessa, her breathing shallow. “Huh?”

Tessa smirked, taking another slow bite of the fruit as she moved closer to the edge of the couch, right where my hips were working. “You remember. How you took charge. How you fucked me with that strap-on until I couldn’t walk.”

Jasmine let out a soft, wavering moan, her grip on her ankles tightening. The memory seemed to hit her just as hard as I was hitting her now.

“Well,” Tessa continued, her smirk widening as she stepped into the space between us, the banana held casually in her hand. “Since you’re so busy being a ’good girl’ for Evan right now… maybe it’s time for a little payback.”

Tessa didn’t look like a woman who had just woken up; she looked like someone who had been waiting for an excuse to cause trouble.

She took a bite, chewing slowly as she watched my hips drive into Jasmine. The velvet couch groaned under the rhythmic assault, the sound of skin slapping against skin punctuating the quiet of the penthouse. Jasmine’s legs were still pinned back, her ankles clutched in her own hands, her crimson nightgown a crumpled mess around her chest.

“You know,” Tessa murmured, her voice thick with a dark, playful edge. “Kayla’s app says these are for potassium. But I think they have a much better use for a ’metabolic window’ like this one.”

She swallowed the last of the first banana and then crouched down. She didn’t stay back; she crawled on her hands and knees, moving like a cat until she was right under me, positioned between my moving legs and the edge of the couch where Jasmine’s ass was pressed firmly into the cushions. She picked up the second banana, the yellow skin gleaming under the dim recessed lighting of the ceiling.

Tessa didn’t push it in. Not yet. She just leaned forward and began to rub the smooth, cool curve of the fruit against the tight, puckered heat of Jasmine’s asshole.

Jasmine’s head snapped up, her eyes wide as she let out a jagged, shocked gasp. She tried to pull her legs back, but the position I had her in made it impossible to move without losing the friction she was addicted to. “Oh… don’t you even try that, Tessa! I’m gonna kill you if you do that! Evan, tell her!”

I didn’t tell her to stop. If anything, the sight of Tessa’s smirk reflecting in the glass balcony door made my pulse hammer even harder. I slowed my pace just a fraction, my cock sliding deep and lingering against Jasmine’s internal walls, making her whimper.

“Hey,” I muttered, my voice a gravelly rasp. “I think I’d actually want to see that. It’s been a long night, Jas. Let her play.”

“Not you too, Evan! Tessa, I swear to god—” Jasmine’s protest was cut short as I slammed back into her, the force of the impact making the couch slide an inch across the floor.

Tessa didn’t let up. She looked up at me with a wink, then leaned in close to Jasmine’s ear. “Payback is a bitch, isn’t it? You remember how you made me beg? Well, now it’s my turn to see how much you can handle.”

Tessa pulled the banana back for a second. Then, with a sudden, wet sound, she spat directly onto her own palm and rubbed the moisture over the tip of the banana and Jasmine’s entrance. The slickness made the yellow skin glide over the sensitive skin with an agonizingly slow friction.

“Tessa… please…” Jasmine moaned, her anger finally melting into a confused, high-pitched desperation. “It’s too much… Evan is already… oh!”

“Shh,” Tessa whispered. “Just relax. Let the banana do the work.”