The Heart System

Chapter 719: Chapter 719

I walked over to the sink and opened the mirror cabinet, grabbing the small jar of Vaseline. Kayla leaned forward against the counter, then struggled to pull her tight hotpants down her thick thighs. The fabric fought her the whole way, stretching obscenely before finally sliding down. She reached back and spread her asscheeks with both hands, presenting her slightly red, still-gaping asshole to me.

I scooped a generous amount of Vaseline onto my fingers and gently pressed them against her hole. Kayla shivered at the cool touch.

”Ouch... slow, slow,” she whispered. ”Gentle please...”

”Sorry,” I murmured, softening my touch immediately. I rubbed the Vaseline in slow, careful circles, coating her sensitive rim thoroughly. Her asshole twitched under my fingers, the pink ring contracting and relaxing as I massaged the ointment in.

I kept rubbing gently, spreading the slick substance deeper, making sure every part of her sore hole was covered. The way her asshole fluttered and winked with each gentle stroke was incredibly hot. My cock started to harden again despite how spent I was.

Kayla glanced back over her shoulder and noticed. ”Oh my god, you are hard.”

”Yeah, you’re right,” I said with a smirk. ”How dare I get hard in a situation like this when you spread your asscheeks for me? I’m just such a bad person.”

She laughed softly. ”Just rub the Vaseline, pretty please.”

”Fine, fine, I’m doing it,” I replied, still smiling as I continued massaging her gently. ”Don’t move.”

”Make sure you get everything,” she added, spreading her cheeks a little wider for me. ”And be gentle, okay? Don’t do it roughly.”

”I get it, I get it. Keep it open.”

”Hey, slow down. What did I just tell you?”

”I literally didn’t even start, Kim. Just keep it open like that.”

”It is open! Just put it, Evan. It’s kind of emberassing as well.”

I made sure to coat her thoroughly, my fingers sliding around and just inside the rim, soothing the redness. When I was satisfied, I closed the jar and washed my hands under the warm water.

Kayla thanked me and tried to pull her hotpants back up. The tight fabric rubbed against her sensitive, freshly-treated asshole, making her wince in pain. She stopped halfway.

I leaned down and gently pulled the hotpants back down her legs. ”You’re staying here today.”

Kayla looked at me, surprised. ”What are you doing?”

”You’re staying here today,” I repeated.

Kayla lifted her legs and let me remove the hotpants completely.

”I, I can’t stay here, Evan,” she said, sounding a little uncertain. ”I mean, we had sex. That was fun. But I have to go home and...”

”Have to?” I asked softly, stepping closer. ”Just stay here. Please?”

She shook her head, rubbed her forehead, then exhaled and smiled. ”Fine. Just because you insisted.”

”Right. Just because I insisted,” I chuckled.

She hit me gently on the shoulder. ”Shut up.”

We left the bathroom together and walked down the hallway toward the master bedroom. I opened one of the drawers and pulled out one of my oversized t-shirts.

”Here, wear this,” I said, handing it to her.

Kayla smiled and quickly removed her clothes. She wasn’t wearing a bra underneath. She slipped the oversized t-shirt over her head. It was big on her, the hem falling nearly to her knees since I was taller than her. It looked adorable and sexy at the same time.

”Ooh. Comfy,” she said, adjusting it slightly.

”Right?” I grinned.

”And it doesn’t hurt to wear,” she added, turning around slowly. ”Hides all my privates, too. I might steal this one.”

”Do it when I’m not looking,” I teased.

”Noted,” she replied with a playful wink.

She looked at herself in the mirror for a second, then turned back to me.

”Well, now that’s done, I’ll help Minne in the kitchen because I’m bored. Coming?”

”Be right there,” I said.

”Sure.”

Kayla left the bedroom, and I couldn’t help but watch her ass bounce under my oversized t-shirt as she walked away. The sight was ridiculously hot.

Then I remembered Ivy telling me to call whenever I was available. I grabbed my phone and dialed her number.

It rang a couple of times before she picked up.

”Evan? Morning.”

”Hey, morning.”

”Uh... sorry about yesterday,” Ivy began. ”I have no idea why I wanted that photo from you. I don’t know what was wrong with me.”

”It’s fine. You liked it too, didn’t you?”

She chuckled. ”Yeah. Whoever you were going to town with had a really nice ass.”

Oh, man... negative points. Shit.

”Yeah.” I smiled.

”So, the reason I called,” she continued. ”Can we meet today? Maybe in two hours?”

Shit. I was supposed to meet Carrie in two hours. I didn’t want to cancel on her, but I also didn’t want to turn Ivy down just because I wanted to hook up with Carrie.

”How about we meet now?” I suggested. ”I’ll come pick you up.”

”I can’t. I promised Mom we’d go out for coffee until her work starts.” She sighed. ”You can’t meet me in two hours?”

I let out a slow breath and rubbed the back of my head.

”Yeah, I can meet you.”

”No, no.” She quickly replied. ”If you’ve already got plans...”

”I don’t. We’ll meet in two hours. I’ll come pick you up.”

”Mm. See you then.”

After hanging up, I sent Carrie a quick text, letting her know I’d be there in three hours instead of two. Once that was done, I slipped my phone back into my pocket.

What did Ivy want to talk about, anyway?

Probably the little stunt I’d pulled at her house.

I still couldn’t believe I’d actually done it. I slept with her mother without Ivy ever finding out. Hell, the same thing could be said about Delilah.

Just remembering it made my heart beat faster. The adrenaline, the risk, the thrill... it was intoxicating. I knew it was dangerous, but part of me wanted to experience something like that again.

”I should get ready.”

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