Chapter 22 Kat #2
This is different. While Oliver’s gaze bores into me, I can still somehow feel Vince’s as well, even though I can’t see him right now. I can feel all of them as they watch Nathan fuck me.
“Say his name,” Nathan breathes the words into my ear, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin and pushing me right over the edge.
As much as I want to continue watching Oliver, I can’t keep my eyes open. They screw shut as pleasure rolls through my body so hard I’m happy to be pressed against the table, as I’m sure I wouldn’t be able to support my own weight in my current state.
Oliver’s name slips from my lips in a sultry moan that sounds nothing like me to my own ears.
Grunts and groans sound around the room, but I’m too lost in my own bliss to be able to identify them past Nathan's as he slams into me once more, and I feel him come deep inside of me.
“Kat was made for us,” Nathan says as he moves away, his still semi-hard cock slipping free, allowing his cum to drip down my leg. I don’t need to look at him to feel the way his eyes track it; I can feel it.
The same way I feel his fingers slide up the same path, pushing it back in.
It shouldn’t be a turn-on, but between that and the eyes still boring into me, my treacherous pussy clenches around his fingers, begging for more.
Nathan’s chuckle lets me know he didn’t miss it, and I half hope he’s about to fuck me again and half hope he’s about to call an end to this dinner so I can go cool off in the shower, alone.
Neither happens; instead, Nathan wraps an arm around my waist and pulls me to my feet, my dress still hiked up my hips. I’m sure I look a mess, and everything in me is screaming to fix myself, but I know better. If Nathan had wanted me to fix my dress, he would have told me to or done it for me.
I hear Alex move and look toward him, unable to look up at the rest of the table.
The look on his face can only be described as ravenous, as his eyes shine with need.
It steals the breath from my lungs, knowing I’ve done that to him.
Nathan moves around the table, taking me with him, and suddenly I’m sitting on the table facing Alex, unable to look away.
“Kat isn’t going anywhere. She’s not simply Addison’s nanny anymore, and as such, I think a conversation is required.
The contract I wrote up had a few things she failed to read, but despite that, I have every intention of us all building a family together.
I’m going to fuck a baby into her, and if that’s not something you want to participate in, that’s your choice, but this will be the last time you will receive a free show. ”
I hear Nathan talking, and I know what he’s saying is important, but I can’t really focus on it right now.
“Come here, Kat,” Alex says, setting his wineglass on the table and holding his hand out for me.
I hesitate for a moment, but he doesn’t push me. I’m also distantly aware of the way the room falls quiet around me.
“What about your pants?” I mumble, looking down at myself for the first time since Nathan sat me here.
“Fuck these pants.” He sits forward, catching my eye and raising a brow in challenge.
“I have ten more pairs just like ‘em. I’ll burn them when we're done if I have to, but there isn’t a damn thing you could do that would make me not want you right here, right now.” He falls back into his chair, pointing down at his lap, and I’m moving before I can overthink it anymore.
I climb onto his lap, one leg falling to either side of his waist, hiking my dress impossibly higher. It’s worth it, though, when his lips turn up in a smile as his hand falls to my waist, pulling me into him as if he can’t get close enough.
“Hi,” I breathe the word, a smile of my own making my cheeks ache.
He doesn’t answer with words, instead leaning in to press his lips to mine.
He tastes bitter and sweet, like the wine he’s been sipping through all of dinner, yet somehow on his lips it’s so much better.
I flick my tongue out, licking across his lower lip.
He growls into my mouth, opening his own so that our tongues tangle together.
His reaction spurs me to move, and when I roll my hips, his hands fall to my waist, pressing me down harder, his kisses turning desperate as he tries to consume me, and fuck if I don’t want him to.
His hand slips over my ass with a squeeze before sliding down my thigh and then back up the inside, through the mess that Nathan and I made and right to my clit.
Alex happily swallows my gasp as his other hand trails up my back to tangle in my hair, the slight tug making my pussy flutter around nothing and a whine rip from my lips.
“What’s the matter, Cherry? Did my brother not satisfy you?” His voice is light and mocking, and I know he’s taking a jab at Nathan, but with every pass of his fingers over my clit, I feel myself building; the need for release riding me so hard it’s all I can think about.
“Do you want to come? Want me to sink my fingers into that filthy, dripping pussy and fuck you over the edge into bliss?”
“Yes!” I shout, unable to stop myself, because that’s exactly what I want…no need.
Alex huffs a laugh, and it borders on mocking, but before I can say anything in return, his finger slides down from my clit, and he presses two inside of me all the way to the knuckle, making my eyes roll back in my head.
“Fuck! That face,” Alex hisses, curling his fingers and making my toes curl with them.
I’m not sure if I’m just already worked up from Nathan and being on display like this, or if Alex has magic fingers… Just kidding, I know it’s both. These guys are no strangers to pleasure and have no problem wringing me dry, not that I’m complaining.
My orgasm crashes over me, making me writhe before I’m suddenly boneless as ecstasy takes over my body from head to toe.
The world blinks out of existence as my eyes fall closed, and I melt into Alex’s chest, his deep chuckle rumbling through me. We sit for a moment, the sounds of our harsh pants filling the room despite there being four other people here with us.
Alex wiggles his fingers, and despite everything, I groan. If I come again right now, I might just pass out.
Instead, he pulls his fingers free, and when I blink up at him, he’s already watching me. Without a word, he lifts his hand; his first two fingers glisten with my release and probably Nathan’s as well.
He raises a brow at me as if in challenge, and I’m not sure how, but I know what he wants, and I’m more than happy to oblige. I reach out, wrapping my fingers around his wrist, and yank his hand down so that I can properly reach it.
My cheeks burn as I lick up his palm, catching what’s run down his hand before I make my way up his fingers, popping them both in my mouth and sucking hard, all the while still holding his gaze.
If I thought he looked ravenous before, now he looks like a beast ready to consume me completely.
His pupils are dilated so much that there's hardly any color, and while one more orgasm might kill me, I'm starting to think there are worse ways to die as the taste of my and Nathan's climax mixes into a hearty, tangy flavor I never knew I craved.
“I’m not a Lawson.” Vince’s voice cuts through the lust that’s taken over my mind like a bucket of ice water thrown on my head.
I turn to face him for the first time since I’d sat on Nathan’s lap at the start of dinner and find him already looking at me. His lips are pinched and his jaw taut, and suddenly it feels like I can’t breathe as I try and fail to swallow past the lump in my throat.
Vince hasn’t shown any real interest in me.
He’s kept me safe and been kind, but that’s about it.
If he doesn’t want to be with me, that’s fine, but the way he said it doesn’t feel like that, and the idea that he might want me and we can’t because he’s not a Lawson makes my heart squeeze and my eyes burn.
“You’re not,” Nathan says, and I can’t stop the gasp that’s ripped from my lips.
“Shh, Cherry, listen.” Alex pulls me into his chest, pressing his lips to my temple.
“You're not a Lawson, but you’ve been my friend for long enough that I trust you. I trusted you to keep her safe, and you did.” I turn to look at Nathan, and as if he can feel my gaze, he looks my way.
The emotion in his eyes shocks me.
“It’s hard not to love Kat, so I won’t hold it against you if you do.”
“See.” I feel his lips pull up in a smug little smirk that I purposefully ignore because he was right, and at least this once, I’m more than okay with that.
He thrusts up, making me whimper as his pants press against my throbbing, battered pussy. I shouldn’t want more, but I do. They make me crave sex, this feeling of being wanted and adored, something I hadn’t thought was possible just a few months ago.
Alex chuckles, but Desmond huffs, and I hear his chair scrape across the ground a moment before he appears beside us.
“I’m all in, been in since I saw her that night at the club. I’ve dreamt of my kitten all my life, and if I don’t get my turn with her, I’m going to lose my fucking mind.” He moves behind the chair so that I’m looking over Alex’s shoulder at him.
God, he looks so sexy when he dresses up like this. I mean, they all do, but Des tends to dress down more often than the others do.
“Are you ogling me, Kitten?” Des asks, clearly having caught me, and I have no excuse. I’m surprised I’m not drooling with all these sexy men.
“And what if I am?” I bat my lashes and give him what I hope is a flirty smile.
It seems to do the trick, and I can’t help but chuckle when his eyes darken.
The smile that curves his lips is one I’m all too familiar with now, and I know he’s up to something.
He proves me right when he leans over Alex’s shoulder, grabbing me beneath my arms, hauling me up and over Alex and onto his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.
“Des!”
Not surprisingly, he ignores me, moving down the table and toward the door.
“Meetings over, get it together.” He pauses in the doorway, looking back at the others over his other shoulder. “Or don’t. Then there’s less assholes I have to share her with.”
Turning back around, he heads out the door and down the hall.
“I’ve got dessert to eat.”