The Heart System

Chapter 863: Chapter 863

I didn’t answer. The taboo of the whole situation only made it worse. Ivy was already suspicious that her mother might be seeing someone. She had no idea the ”someone” was her own best friend, the same guy who used to sleep over at their house, the same guy who was now standing on a penthouse balcony with her mother’s lips wrapped around his cock and his cum still dripping down her thighs.

I rested a hand on the back of Delilah’s head and started guiding her, pushing deeper into her mouth with slow, steady thrusts. She took it for a few strokes, saliva running down the shaft, until she suddenly reached up and slapped my hands away. She pulled off with a wet pop and glared up at me while she kept stroking my now fully hard cock with both hands.

”Too fast,” she said, still a little breathless. ”I’m not like Jasmine or the others, you idiot. Go easy on me.”

”Sorry, sorry.”

The irritation melted into a small smile. She leaned back in and took me into her mouth again, this time at her own pace, slow, wet, thorough. She focused on the head first, sucking firmly while her tongue swirled around the sensitive underside, then gradually took more of me until her lips stretched around the thick middle of my shaft. One hand stayed wrapped around the base, stroking in time with her mouth; the other cupped and gently squeezed my balls. Every now and then she would pull off just enough to lick a long, messy stripe from base to tip before sinking back down again. The wet sounds of her sucking filled the quiet balcony.

I was just starting to lose myself in the feeling when the balcony door slid open.

”Evan... oh, fuck.” Tessa stood there in an oversized t-shirt, smacking her own forehead. ”Look at you two, you fucking horny idiots!”

”What?” I asked, still half in a daze.

Delilah pulled her mouth off my cock but kept stroking me with one hand as she looked over. ”What happened?”

”The receptionist tried calling you about a guest,” Tessa said, clearly stressed. ”You didn’t answer, so they called the house phone. Minne picked up. Ivy is already in the elevator. You two need to get presentable right now or she’s going to walk in on... this.”

”NO!” Delilah’s eyes went wide. She scrambled to her feet in a full panic. ”Oh no, no, no...”

”Wait...” I started, just as panicked.

A firm knock sounded from the front door of the penthouse.

Well, shit.

Delilah snatched her loose pants off the sunbed and yanked them on as fast as she could. I did the same with mine, nearly tripping as I pulled them up. My t-shirt was still completely soaked through from how hard she had squirted earlier; the fabric clung cold and wet to my stomach. There was nothing I could do about it in the next ten seconds.

Delilah hurried toward the balcony door first. As she walked ahead of me I got a clear view of her backside, a dark, spreading wet spot already forming on the seat of her pants where my cum was still leaking out of her and soaking through the fabric.

Both of us were still breathing too hard. We looked exactly like what we were: two people who had just finished fucking and were now trying to pretend they hadn’t.

We stumbled into the living room. The other girls who were still awake looked up in confusion at our sudden entrance.

”Sit there,” I told Delilah in a low, urgent voice, pointing at the far end of the couch. ”Don’t get up. You’re still leaking. She’ll see it if you stand.”

”Oh my god...” Delilah whispered, dropping onto the couch and pressing her thighs tightly together.

Minne came hurrying out of the kitchen, looking devastated.

”Master, I’m so sorry,” she said, voice small. ”I thought it was okay to answer... I didn’t know... I... I didn’t want to... um...”

”It’s fine, honey.” I put a hand on her shoulder and kept my voice calm even though my heart was hammering. ”Not your fault. You didn’t do anything wrong.”

Minne still looked guilty, but she nodded. She walked over to the front door and looked back at me for confirmation. I gave her a short nod.

She opened the door.

Ivy stood in the hallway.

I forced my breathing to steady, forced my expression into something neutral, and prepared to play this exactly right.

Hopefully it would pass.

”Uh, Ivy,” I forced a smile when I saw her standing by the entrance. ”Hey. What’s up?”

”I won’t be here too long.” She nodded toward the hallway. ”I’m here to pick up my mother. Thanks for taking care of her.”

”No problem.” I nodded, then gestured toward the living room. ”Would you want to come in and have a seat?”

”No.” She raised an eyebrow at me. ”Dude, you’re wet.”

”Just got out of the shower.” I lied, trying to sound as casual as possible. ”Sorry. Couldn’t dry off properly.”

”Uh-huh.” Ivy looked at my completely dry hair and clearly didn’t believe a word I had said. ”Anyway, Mother, come on.”

She leaned to the side and looked directly at Delilah, who was sitting perfectly straight on the couch and barely moving. I knew exactly why she was staying so still, and if she stood up without somehow covering herself properly, Ivy was going to notice something she absolutely did not need to notice.

I needed to get Delilah out of the apartment without making the situation any more awkward.

”Please,” I said quickly, gesturing toward the room. ”Come in for a minute.”

”Yeah,” Jasmine called from behind the kitchen counter with a smile. ”We have churros. I think they’re Mexican? Tessa saw a video online and begged Minne to make them.”

”Thank you.” Ivy gave her a small smile before shaking her head. ”But no. My mother and I need to talk about this. Alone.”

”Are you sure?” I asked. ”Because if you need more space, I can always give you both the apartment and...”

”Yes.” She nodded firmly. ”Mom? Come on.”

”Um, here, Ms. Komb.” Minne quietly grabbed Delilah’s jacket from the coat rack and hurried over with it.

Delilah accepted the jacket without saying anything and put it on while still sitting down. She was clearly trying to make sure it covered everything before she had to stand, and once she was satisfied, she slowly got to her feet and took a careful breath.

”Of course,” Delilah replied. ”Let’s go, Ivy.”

”Mm.” Ivy gave her a small, reassuring smile. ”I’m not going to yell or anything. You and I are just going to talk. That’s it.”

”I guess... goodbye, Ms. Komb.” I nodded toward Delilah. ”I hope everything turns out well.”

”Yeah.” She crossed her fingers with a nervous smile, looking a little flushed. ”I hope so too.”

I watched the two of them leave, then quietly exhaled once the door closed behind them.

There was no way I was going to forget that conversation anytime soon.

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