Chapter 21 Nathan
Despite Kat’s protests, I had dinner catered tonight. I love her cooking; I've yet to be disappointed, but I don’t want her to cook tonight.
I have other plans.
Not to mention, I want her to enjoy authentic cuisine and get a real taste of our roots; it’s one of my favorite parts of Italy.
That and the coffee.
Kat is getting ready as the rest of them trickle in over the next hour. The food smells delicious, and I have to watch Des to keep him from sneaking bites of the dessert.
Well, the tiramisu, that is.
I’d planned to have dinner as a family and talk about what we planned moving forward, calling attention to the fact that Oliver and Vince are still deep in denial. Then have my way with Kat either here, providing dinner and a show, or in the privacy of my room.
It doesn’t matter much to me as long as I get to feel her pussy wrapped around my cock. We could be out in the maze under the moonlight or in the middle of a library. The only thing that stops me is her.
Des is the same way, which is why he almost fucked her under the tree that first night.
Alex and Vince would hate for anyone to see her like that, though, and on some level, I understand that. I just don’t care. She’s mine, and nobody will ever take her away.
Everything was going as planned until Kat walked out, and it all went out the window.
I’d said dinner was cocktail attire mostly because I enjoyed seeing Kat dressed up, but that had certainly come back to bite me now.
Her shoulders are entirely on display, her hair up in a clip at the back of her head, small curls hanging down and just barely reaching the soft skin of her shoulders.
The dress is black with tiny sleeves that cover only her upper biceps, hugging her waist and flaring out slightly to stop just over the knee in the front and behind her knee in the back.
It’s modest but also somehow not. Somehow she makes it look sinful, as if she’s simply wearing lingerie, but I think that has more to do with her than the dress she’s wearing.
“Damn, you sure we need to eat?” Des asks me as we move into the dining room, and I smirk but shake my head.
“It smells delicious,” Kat says, breathing in the scents of the food that are now making their way around the house.
It does smell great. I’d ordered from my favorite restaurant, which happens to be the best around, but she doesn’t need to know that, so long as she enjoys it.
Des sighs but follows her toward the dining room. He might not want to eat food right now, the same as the rest of us, I’m sure, but if that’s what Kat wants, that’s what she’ll get.
It’s a good thing she’s the type of woman she is; all she would have to do is simply ask, and we would give her anything in the world, but she never would, not beyond simple things that seem like child’s play.
Everyone gathers around the table, sitting and pouring drinks as Alex pulls Kat’s chair out, gesturing for her to sit. The smile on her face tells me we need to do better with these shows of affection, even if simply pulling out a chair for her can leave her flustered and blushing.
I watch her move toward the chair, her eyes fixed on the floor as every one of us tracks her every move as if unable to help ourselves.
“Kat,” I call out before I can think better of it, making her pause, her head snapping up so that her green eyes meet mine, wide and beautiful.
I hold my hand out to her without a word, and her tongue darts out to wet her bright red lips as if in thought. She looks from my hand to my face, and whatever she finds there seems to be enough to make her move, stepping away from the chair to rest her hand in mine, her eyes fixed on mine.
I lead her toward me, walking her right into my chest before I spin her around, pressing her back to my front. My cock throbs at the feel of her, so close, and I drop her hand, wrapping my hand around her waist, the thin material of her dress not helping me focus.
“You look…” I lean in, pressing a gentle kiss to her neck, and watching as goosebumps erupt over her skin, unable to fight the smile that pulls at my lips. It’s becoming a common occurrence around her, and I find I don’t hate it.
“Delicious.”
“Sinful,” Alex says with me, and he’s not wrong. There’s a whole list of words that could describe her, though the one at the top of the list isn't one either of us said. I know we're all thinking it.
“Sit with me.” I sit, pulling her with me before she can protest, not that I think she will. I see the jealousy flare in my brother’s eyes, and I know he’s kicking himself for not thinking of taking her on his lap.
Instead, he lets himself fall into the chair he’d pulled out for her, to my right. He knows me well enough to know I’m up to something, and by the way he watches her, I’m assuming he’s on the right track.
She wiggles, no doubt feeling my hard length press against her ass. “Are you sure I shouldn’t just…” She nods toward the chair to Alex’s right, now empty, and I hear the soft tremble in her voice.
“I’m positive.” I lean in, letting my lips brush against the exposed skin of her shoulder, loving the feel of her softness.
She huffs but doesn’t push, and when I look up, I find every eye on us, as if the table isn’t spread with food, not that I blame them.
“We will have dinner, and then we have a few things that need to be discussed as a family.”
That seems to break everyone from their thoughts and remind them of the food.
“I’m not sure what half of this is,” Kat says, sounding a bit sheepish.
“We have Margherita pizza, Carbonara pasta, Osso Buco, lasagna, Orecchiette con Cime di Rapa, La Sardella, Saltimbocca, and for dessert we have tiramisu and cannolis, which are my favorites. Well, other than you.” Des grins at her, pointing to each dish as he names them, snagging a cannoli and shoving the whole thing into his mouth with a groan that makes Kat laugh.
Cannolis are one of the few things we have back in the States that aren’t too far from the authentic taste we know from Madre and Padre, yet he acts as if he’s gone years without them every time we visit.
“And of course the wine.” Alex lifts his glass so she can see the deep-red liquid sloshing inside.
“And what’s this?” Kat leans forward to grab my own glass, holding it up to examine.
“Negroni.” I force the word out despite my attention being… elsewhere.
She looks back over her shoulder at me, and I nod to the glass for her to try it. She hesitates a moment, smelling it before she takes a tentative sip and pulls a face that draws a smile to my lips. She shivers, the bitter taste getting the best of her.
“Disgusting, isn’t it?” Alex says with a smirk, holding out his wineglass for her.
“It’s something alright,” she chokes out before reaching for his wine, just far enough out of reach that her ass lifts off my lap, giving me a glimpse at her perfect ass and the opening I need.
She settles back on my lap, her attention on the wineglass and Alex, the thin material of her dress enough to hide my freed cock as I wait.
“Oh, no,” Kat coughs, shaking her head and quickly pushing to stand to offer Alex his drink back as he laughs. “How do either of you drink this stuff?” she gasps, grabbing the glass of water beside my drink and gulping it down.
“Where’s the girl who threw back Manhattan’s like it was her job?” Des says with a laugh, earning himself a glare over the rim of her glass.
“Those taste good. These are much too strong. One of these and I’ll be drunk in no time.”
“Promise?” Des’s smirk is smug, and I don’t need to see Kat to know she’s rolling her eyes at him.
Alex watches Kat, his fist pressed to his lips as he waits.
Kat moves back to sit, and this time, I ensure her dress is out of the way so that only her thin, lacy underwear is between the length of my cock and her sweet pussy.
Her sweet gasp pulls everyone's attention as I reach for my drink around her, pressing my chest into her back and her into my cock.
“Are you okay?” Oliver asks, the frown on his brow letting me know that, unlike his father, he has no idea what I’m up to and is just genuinely concerned.
“Mhm.” Kat nods a little too quickly before turning her attention back to her cup of water as if it’s the most interesting thing she’s ever seen.
“We should eat before the food gets cold,” Alex says, his eyes fixed on Kat like he wants to eat her instead.
I’m not sure a single person at this table would disagree, but that’s not an option, at least not at the moment.
“What would you like, Kat?” I ask, leaning to the left to rest my elbow on the arm of my chair. I watch as her tongue flicks out to wet her lips.
“It all smells delicious…” She sounds unsure, and I can’t say I blame her; she’s probably never heard of half of these dishes.
“A little of everything, it is.” Alex reaches out and takes her plate, stealing her attention away from her glass.
Everyone else starts to help themselves, and while Kat is still on everyone's radar, she isn’t quite the center of attention for everyone else.
For me, she’s everything, and right now she’s all mine.
I slide my glass back onto the table before dropping my hand down to her bare leg, feeling the warmth of her skin against my chilled hand, courtesy of the ice in my glass.
She squirms but keeps her focus on Alex, who is so focused on her, I’m unsure how he manages to get a single thing on the plate.
I drag my hand up her thigh until I find her apex and the thin lace that is soaked.
“Is that for me, Kat?” I ask, leaning in to press my lips to the shell of her ear.
She whines and gives a slight nod as I push her panties aside and slip inside of her with ease.
Her breath catches, and now we have Des’s attention.
He looks at Kat and then me and back to Kat, and I see the moment he catches on, his smirk taking on a wicked quality, his eyes shining with mirth that lets me know he’d happily fuck her right here on this table, dinner be damned.
There will be no fucking, though, at least not right now.
I paid a lot of money for this meal, and while that isn’t that important, giving Kat a chance to enjoy it is. I want her to have all the best, to experience everything she ever dreamed of, and she’d been excited for this dinner.
I just need to ensure she’s full in every way.
Wrapping my free hand around her hip, I pull her back until she’s flush with my chest, pulling my fingers from her dripping pussy. I grip myself, spreading her arousal down my throbbing length before I press the head of my cock to her opening and slowly let her move back down my lap.
She grips me like she was made for me, like she needs my cum to live, and fuck if I don’t want to pump her full of it. Every drop, until she’s round with my child…
I push into her fully, watching the way her fingers grip her glass, noticing for the first time that her other hand is gripping my knee, her nails digging into my pants as her chest rises and falls in quick pants that only make her sexier.
Her walls flutter around my cock, and I want to fuck her and make them all watch, to show those who are still on the fence about admitting how they feel about Kat just how sweet she is when she submits, but that can wait.
We have plenty of time for that.
“Eat,” I tell her as Alex slides her plate back in front of her, my voice coming out gruff and raspy despite my attempt to seem indifferent.
Her head snaps around, gazing at me over her shoulder as if I’ve lost my mind, and maybe I have.
She has that effect on me, on all of us.
“Eat up, Cherry. Wouldn’t want to miss dessert now, would we?” Alex doesn’t even try to hide his double meaning as he downs the rest of his wine, pouring another glass and grabbing whatever is closest to fill his plate.
“What about you?” Kat asks, looking back at me again, her cheeks dusted with that slight pink I love. “What will you eat? How?” She clarifies when I don’t answer, and I know what she means, but I do love to watch her squirm.
“Why don’t you make me a plate. I’ll take whatever, it’s all my favorites.” I nod toward the extensive spread and watch as her eyes go wide.
With a nod, she turns back to the table, leaning forward, able to reach the Margherita pizza, lasagna, and saltimbocca without dislodging my cock from inside her, and this might just be my new favorite way to do anything.
She can’t seem to stop the soft whine that slips from her lips as she sits back once again, taking my full length.
“Thank you, Kat.” I lean forward and take a bite before offering her one as well.
She hesitates for a moment, almost unsure, before she leans in, wrapping those lips that could destroy me around my fork, before her eyes fall closed and she moans.
Am I jealous of food?
Yes, yes, I am.
This is going to be the longest meal of my life, but also the best.