“Do you have an issue with this, Kat?” He’s suddenly very serious, and I have to take a moment to think about my answer.
Do I have an issue with what’s happening right now?
“No,” I tell him with serenity before I look up toward the rest of the table, despite not being able to see past the food. “But they might.”
Alex barks a laugh so loud that I jump, and Nathan moves back enough for me to turn back to look at Alex, carefully keeping my gaze from Vince and Oli further down the table.
“There isn’t a soft dick at this table right now, Kat. I assure you nobody has an issue with the show, unless of course you count the fact that we wish we were the ones participating instead of watching.” He leans forward, pressing a kiss to my lips, and I’m so thrown off by his words I don’t register it fast enough to be able to kiss him back, instead staring up at him like I’ve lost my mind.
“I don’t think they deserve the show personally, but who knows? Maybe it's enough to pull their heads out of their asses.” With a shrug, he falls back into his chair. Grabbing his glass of wine, he pushes his chair back so that I have a very clear view of him palming his cock through his pants.
I wonder how long his pants will last.
“Doubt it. I already tried it once with Vince, and as far as I saw, all he did was kiss her head and put her to bed after.” Des falls back into his chair, and I turn to see him pouting, arms crossed as he glares at Vince.
Despite his obvious annoyance, he’s also hard as a rock, not even attempting to hide his erection that’s tented in his dark jeans.
“I think it’s important they see what they’ve been missing,” Nathan says, and I know he’s talking to me. Ensuring I’m okay with this before he continues.
“Okay.” The word leaves my lips without a second thought. If Nathan thinks this is a good idea, I believe him.
I trust him with my life.
The second the word leaves my mouth, he’s moving; his arm wraps around my front, his large hand grasping my chin and forcing my gaze up. My eyes lock with Oliver’s, and I gasp aloud, and it has nothing to do with the way Nathan is fucking me and everything to do with the way Oliver’s looking at me right now.
Oliver is hesitant, to put it lightly. I’d hoped that the safety of a contract would help him to feel better, and while it might have taken the edge off, I don’t think it did much more.
I was beginning to think he really just didn’t much like me like that.
That was until we came to Italy. He’s still a little withdrawn, but the trip to the library and bookstore with Addy the other day felt like we had moved mountains.
Unfortunately, that had been all it was. Once we got back, he nearly ran from me, and I haven’t seen much of him since.
But now, well, I’m not sure I could mistake the way he’s looking at me even if I tried. His pupils are blown wide, his jaw set as if his teeth are clenched, both hands on the table, his knuckles white, and though I can’t see them, I’m sure he’s going to have crescent-shaped marks on his palms later from the bite of his nails.
As I hold his gaze, I see him swallow hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing and nostrils flaring.
I’d never known I enjoyed being watched before that night, all those months ago, with Des and Alex, but with how often it seems to happen, I thought I’d grown used to it, expected it even.
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.
