A chance to gather our love together

Nick was actually very excited to see what Gina would have in store for him. He knew from prior experience that she could actually be a decent cook when she put her mind to it, and he wondered what she’d make for dinner if she was aiming to impress.

He just hoped she wouldn’t get too lost in the sauce.

No, it should be fine. If there’s one thing I can count on, it’s that Gina won’t let her ego get in the way. If Mary’s there to help, she’ll lean on her. It would be the prudent thing to do… then again, she doesn’t always do the prudent thing, does she?

His punkish date wasn’t exactly notorious for her good judgment. Even if she did have low self-esteem, she could be stubborn about the worst things.

Still, Nick had faith. He just had to hope that whatever she prepared wouldn’t unsettle his stomach any more than what he’d had to eat before. Throwing up wasn’t exactly the making of a good date night.

First Sylvia, now Gina. I’m going from one whirlwind to another, it seems. Was this what he had to look forward to from now on? Was this what life at the head of a harem was going to be like?

It seemed Amelia was right to prepare him for more than he could handle.

As Nick’s thoughts ping-ponged between excitement at the prospect of tasting Gina’s cooking and concern about his future status as the master of a harem, the door to the kitchen opened and a delicious aroma blasted him in the face.

“Dinner is served,” Gina said, trying to sound bold and confident and sassy like she usually did as she strutted into the room. But Nick picked up on the apprehension in her voice.

She had nothing to be worried about, though, because one look at the dish in her hands had Nick forget all about those greasy burgers earlier that evening.

“It’s Spaghetti DeAmico,” she said, trying to sound cool as she put the plate of pasta in front of him. “My own original recipe! …More or less.”

She shrugged, and Nick decided not to press the issue. It looked delicious.

“What’s in it?” He asked, staring at the chunky red sauce lathered over the plate of noodles. “Because it smells amazing.”

Gina smiled a little and tucked a lock of hair behind her ears, looking down bashfully. “Well… it’s just regular spaghetti, I mean… I just used some red sauce from a can, that’s all…”

Nick looked up at her, and she quickly glanced away.

“Don’t be so modest!” Mary came up behind her and slapped Gina on the ass, making her jump. The redhead looked just as startled by the gesture, but quickly recomposed herself. “Sorry, I mean… yes, while Gina did use canned spaghetti sauce, that was only as the base! She also added in chopped mushrooms and olives, and grilled chicken strips as well.”

“Really? I love mushrooms and olives!” Nick said, smiling.

Gina’s blush intensified. “Yeah, I mean, it’s nothing special, I just thought I could try to experiment, that’s all. The chicken might be a little undercooked, though, so just pick around those parts if you want…”

She was still downplaying it. Heck, she hadn’t even prepared a plate for herself!

But Nick had no intention of humoring her self-deprecation. Screw the upset stomach or the extra calories, he was going to clean his plate if it killed him!

He stuck his fork in the spaghetti and spun it around, noting the look of anxious hope in Gina’s eyes as he did so.

Then he took a bite.

“…This is great!” He said, quickly scooping up some more. Gina breathed a sigh of relief and nearly collapsed on the spot, that was how on edge she was. Mary patted her on the back and gave her a thumbs-up.

“Good work!” She chirped, nodding approvingly. “I’m so proud of you, Gina!”

“Thanks,” Gina said, blushing. “I… it’s really nice, to see something I worked so hard on pay off like this, you know?”

“You should really do some more cooking,” Nick agreed. “You’ve got a knack for it.”

“W-well, anyone could make something like that after a few classes from Mary, I mean, it’s not that impressive…” the punk girl stammered, playing with the handcuffs on her wrists. She’d only been able to bask in Nick’s praise for a couple of minutes before the embarrassment overwhelmed her and she started feeding her doubts.

Nick was adamant though, he wasn’t about to let her slip away like this.

“You should try some yourself if you don’t believe me,” he said, holding his fork up towards her. “Come on, Gina.”

“…Oh, no, I mean, I already tried it before, in the kitchen!” Gina quickly waved her hands like she was trying to shoo away the idea of tasting such delicious food.

Nick wasn’t having any of it.

“Gina…”

“…Okay, fine, geez,” she said, rolling her eyes and taking the fork away from him. She was putting on a tough front now, he recognized. Trying to pretend like this was nothing. But when the fork passed her lips, her body responded for her, and her eyes widened as a tremor shot through her.

“…Damn. Damn… fuck, that’s good!” She looked like she couldn’t even believe it herself as she chewed. “Damn it! I’m actually a fucking good chef, wow!”

“Don’t talk with your mouth full, please?” Mary helpfully advised her, wiping at the punk girl’s lips with a napkin.

Gina shooed her away. “Come on, lay off! I’m just saying, this is some fucking good food, wow!”

“Well, there’s more in the kitchen,” Mary helpfully reminded her. “Just going to waste. You want to go get some to eat, maybe?”

Gina glanced at Nick, and blushed. Making herself a plate and sitting down to eat with him, that would be real fucking domestic, now wouldn’t it?

But if she was trying to pretend like she was some cool girl who didn’t actually want a nice night in, that ship had definitely sailed. So she resignedly nodded and pulled up a chair as Mary went to go get a serving for her, as well.

“Man, I don’t know what else was in that spaghetti, Gina, but you completely cured my upset stomach,” Nick said, rubbing his belly. Dani and Kim would probably give him crap later for putting on a few pounds when he’d been trying to lose weight, but he felt it was a necessary sacrifice.

“Stop saying stuff like that!” Gina said, her bashful smile showing just how much she wanted him to keep saying stuff like that. “It was just some spaghetti, that’s all!”

“Still.” Nick sat up and looked her in the eye. “I really liked it. Thank you for dinner.”

A sly grin crossed Gina’s lips and she leaned forward, resting her chin in her hands. “Well… better than Mary’s cooking?”

“Uh…” Nick’s eyes quickly shot to Mary, who was sitting between the two of them at the table, having just finished off her own plate of spaghetti. The look on her face showed just how little she thought about that question.

“Elbows off the table, please,” she said with a smile that seemed just a little too ****.

As Gina sheepishly complied, Nick wondered if Mary might actually be channeling her inner Rose right now, and getting a little jealous.

He decided that was a very risky thought to entertain, and focused instead on making peace.

But his hesitation to give an answer was an answer in and of itself.

“It’s fine,” Gina muttered, sitting back in her chair. “I already figured it wouldn’t be that good, anyway.”

Nick winced. He’d obviously hurt her (and not in the way she liked) but what was he supposed to do here? It wouldn’t be fair to Mary if he scorned her just to make Gina happy. This was a delicate tightrope to balance, and the fact was, Nick really couldn’t say one way or the other whose cooking he liked better because they were both great.

“Gina, I really did like your spaghetti,” Nick said gently. “That’s why I couldn’t answer before, because it caught me off-guard. If you’d asked me this morning if I thought you were a better cook than Mary, I would have burst out laughing.”

Gina winced and Mary gave him a warning look. Yeah, he knew how it sounded, but Gina could handle some harsh truths.

And after hearing that, he knew she would believe him when he told her this truth, too.

“I know how that sounds, but that’s just how impressed I was,” he continued. “A couple months ago, you wouldn’t have even been able to cook an egg. And now you’re pulling out a dish like this… you might not be on Mary’s level yet, but she’s had years of experience. And you’re just getting started. I wouldn’t expect you to match her after just a couple weeks! Expecting that would be putting you up to impossible standards. But since you’ve completely blown away my expectations as it is, maybe I should give you more credit.”

Mary wasn’t sure what to feel about that… but Gina smiled.

“That good, huh?” She smirked towards Mary and stretched her arms over her head. “Better be careful there, Mary. Before you know it, I’m gonna be the one cooking all his meals, and you’ll just be yesterday’s news!”

Mary’s jaw dropped in shock.

Nick knew that she was just playing around, but he still had to step in. “Come on, it’s not a competition,” he said. “I-”

“I know,” Gina hastily cut him off. “I’m actually really grateful for all the lessons, Mary. Really. I just, uh… I don’t take compliments that well, that’s all…”

She scratched her head and blushed. Then she burst up out of her chair, causing the table to shake and both her dinner mates react with surprise.

“…Anyway, let’s just move on to the sex!” She blurted out, startling them both a second time.

“R-right now?” Nick needed a second to regain his composure. “Don’t you want to wait for the food to settle?”

Gina was already stripping off her jacket. “Nah, fuck that noise,” she scoffed. “Let’s do this thing. Heck- we could even do it on the table if you want!”

She licked her lips. “That spaghetti just whet my appetite, if you catch my drift.”

Mary was completely red, caught even more off-guard by the sudden and drastic shift in tone. She cleared her throat loudly and tried to share her own objections, but it came out as the stammered squeaking of the far less confident girl she used to be.

“Th-that, I-I-I don’t think, um… wouldn’t it be better to, um…”

“Come on Mary, you in or out?” Gina looked pointedly at the redhead. “I know you and Morgana had a threeway together, I wouldn’t be opposed to some of that action. Last threesome I was promised didn’t end up working out, after all.”

Mary stared blankly at her. Her brain had shut down completely.

It was up to Nick to stand up for reason and common decency, even as his penis was standing up for something else entirely.

“Gina, I know what you’re trying to do,” he said, gently attempting to redirect her.

Gina paused with her shirt halfway over her breasts.

“…What am I trying to do?” She asked, narrowing her eyes.

“We just had a moment of real connection, where you got some actual satisfaction for something you did, completely independent of your body,” Nick pointed out. “And if I had to guess, I’d say that got you feeling really weird and exposed. So you’re trying to pivot to sex in order to take your mind off of dinner, because that’s too ‘real’ for you to handle, while sex… isn’t.”

Gina stared at him, and her expression turned sour. She lowered the hem of her shirt back down and muttered under her breath, “You get all that from your psychiatrist daughter, then?”

Nick winced.

“Gina, it’s okay to feel something real,” he said. “And it’s definitely okay to be appreciated for something other than your sex appeal.”

Mary still was too shocked for words, but she could nod vigorously in solidarity with Nick, at least.

The punk girl sucked loudly on her tongue, staring appraisingly at Nick like she was trying to judge whether or not she should pick up what he was putting down.

“…Look, if you don’t want to have sex tonight-”

“This isn’t about me wanting sex,” Nick interrupted her. “Because if you want to have sex, I’m fine with that. Really. But don’t use sex as a distraction from when people are really trying to give you some praise, okay?”

Gina blushed.

“I… I’m sorry,” she apologized, her expression softening. “It’s kinda ironic, you know? I’ve been trying so dang hard to be more mature and adult and shit, and the second people start giving me credit for it, what happens? I immediately start backtracking and trying to be all about sex again.”

“…Well, if it makes you feel better, you used ‘irony’ correctly,” Nick informed her. That came as a bit of a surprise to him, given Gina’s lack of classical education.

She smirked.

“So… I wasn’t kidding about the sex, though,” she pivoted. “Not as a distraction, I mean. But I’m really steamed up after that dinner, so…”

“You’re sure you’re not trying to use it to get away from my appreciation of your cooking?” Nick asked, staring at Gina in concern.

She shook her head. “Before, yeah. But now? I’d really like to show you my gratitude… you know, for appreciating me so much.”

Then she turned back to Mary. “…Offer’s still open, by the way. If you want in, I mean.”

Mary blinked. Then, like a TV program coming off pause, she suddenly became animated and quickly shook her head. “No, actually, I think… I think I’ll pass on this one.”

That surprised Nick. He looked at her curiously. “Really? Why?” He asked.

Mary blushed and glanced between him and Gina, before giving him a small smile. “Well… it’s not… it’s not like I’m not interested,” she said. “But I think… it might be better if the two of you had some time together, you know? On Gina’s night, she’s going to be throwing another party, right? And if it’s like the last one, everybody’s gonna be invited. So when are you ever going to have any time together for yourselves?”

“Huh… yeah, you know… I didn’t even think about that,” Gina said, scratching her hair. She glanced at Nick. “I could just throw a party for the two of us, but I mean, what’s the fun in that?”

She glanced at Mary. “Well, if you don’t want to stay, then hey. I’m not strapping you down to the chair, right?”

Mary nodded, and hastily ate the last few bites of spaghetti before rushing off to the kitchen to help Holly clean up. But not before poking her head out the door one last time.

“You two have fun, okay?” She said, still red in the face.

She loudly slammed the door to let them know they were on their own now.

And with that, it was like Gina morphed into a different person. Gone was the woman trying to impress with her cooking, and in her place was a sexual creature who just wanted to be used. At least, that was what her body language conveyed as she slinked around the table towards Nick, her eyes glittering in the candlelight as she licked her lips sensually.

“Well… now that wifey’s gone… what say you and me get down to business?” She purred, sinking to her knees as she reached him, pushing the chair out to give her plenty of room.

Nick swallowed, knowing what she was aiming for. It had been quite a long time since he and Gina had been together in any capacity, and he knew just how badly she must have wanted a taste.

“You’re already hard, huh?” Gina giggled, rubbing her hands up his legs, teasing his inner thighs all while taking extra care to keep away from the tent in the middle. “I didn’t even take off my shirt, and you’re still like this? You must have really been blue-balled these last few days, huh?”

Nick winced. That wasn’t too far from the truth. Sylvia had spent all day teasing him, and even though he knew that doing anything with her would tread into some dangerous territory, his body still reacted in spite of his best wishes.

Gina was totally fine with that, though.

“There’s nothing to be ashamed about,” she giggled. “I saw what she was wearing when she went out to meet you…”

“Gina…” Nick wasn’t sure he liked how much she was focusing on Sylvia. Especially given the fact that her style of clothing seemed to be very heavily based on Gina’s own styles.

“What’s the matter?” Gina’s fingers finally made it to their target, and Nick bristled as he felt her nails rub up against his stiff cock, still trapped in its cruel prison of cloth. “If anything, I’d say you’re enjoying yourself right now.”

She leaned forward and bit down on his zipper. As she slowly drew it down, the sound echoed across the otherwise-silent suite. It was a deafening condemnation that sank into Nick as he continued to throb in his boxers.

Seconds later and he was free.

“Tell you what…” Gina’s teasing breath ghosted up the length of his aching shaft as she pushed herself up on her knees, dancing her fingers against his thighs. “If you want, how about I indulge you a little, the way you couldn’t with her… Daddy.”

Nick clutched the arms of his chair, and nearly came on the spot. She flicked her tongue against his angry head to punctuate that forbidden word, like she was still part snake. And he could feel her piercing gaze studying him unblinking, and it was everything he could do to hold back his moans.

“Gina… fuck, don’t do that!” He hissed.

“Oh? Don’t do what?” She asked innocently. “Don’t do this?”

She flicked her tongue across his penis again, drawing out another hiss.

“Or don’t call you… Daddy?” Her voice was barely a whisper.

Nick’s brain was so scrambled in that moment that he didn’t even know.

“Just… just… fuck, Gina, you-”

“Daddy,” she said again, and then she licked up the length of his shaft. “Daddy.” She kissed his head this time, licking the slit as she did so. “Dad-”

Nick had enough. The more she said it, the more he kept picturing Sylvia, and he needed that to stop. This was supposed to be about the two of them, damn it, and he wasn’t going to play Gina’s game of pushing another girl ahead.

But the only way to stop her was to give in, so he grabbed a handful of tangled midnight curls, and yanked her down the rest of the way on his shaft.

Her eyes widened and she looked up at him in surprise, but she hummed in approval and his cock vibrated through her mouth.

Beyond all forms of logic, that actually caused his mind to clear up, and he realized what he was doing. But as he slackened his grip, her hand snapped up to grab him by the wrist and she pulled in her cheeks to suckle on him even harder, drawing a burst of air up across his shaft.

She conveyed everything she wanted with a sharp gleam in her eyes, and Nick obliged. He tangled his fingers in her hair again, tightening it even more. As he did, he noted the slight glint of her blonde roots. He ignored that, and pulled her down hard, forcing the full length of his cock down her throat. She took it all without even flinching, and grabbed his other wrist as she did.

The meaning was clear:

“What are you, a pussy? Use both hands!”

He didn’t have a problem with that.

It had been a while since he’d gotten Gina on her knees like this, but it didn’t take long for them to get back into their usual rhythm. Every time she sucked his dick she seemed to get better at it, and her thirst for his seed after so long certainly didn’t hurt matters.

Nick bucked his hips as he pulled her down his shaft, then dragged her back again. A flash of desperation flared in her eyes as he drew her all the way back to his head, and she sucked even harder, almost like she was pleading with him not to pull out. But he had no intention of letting her off that easy, not after all the teasing she’d done to get him into this position in the first place.

So he held her there, feeling her tongue lash desperately against his head as he kept the rest of his cock just out of reach. The cold air stung, but the surge of power over his lover kept him nice and warm.

Nick’s grip over Gina was firm, but not forceful. If she really wanted more, she could have taken it. He wouldn’t fight her if she **** every last inch of his cock down her gullet, and she knew it. But that was how he tortured her. Because he knew that wasn’t what she wanted. Half of Gina’s fun from these blowjobs was Nick getting to use her like a toy. He could tell by the dark spots in her jeans that she was getting worked up by the way he was playing around with her, and no matter how **** she was for more, it would ruin the whole thing if she took the lead.

Her need to be used was damning her, and that only upped the tension between the two of them. Nick issued a dare with his eyes, urging her to do it, to see if she could really forgo the fulfillment she was begging him for. And all the while, her lips and tongue made the case her words could not, teasing and tempting the tip of his cock with the glorious warm embrace the rest of it could be experiencing right now, if only its owner could give in.

It was a game of chicken between the two of them. Who would be the one to give in first? Neither had intended it, but now that was where they were.

And in a brief moment of mutual clarity, their eyes met and they knew it.

Nick tightened his grip. Gina’s throat widened.

In an instant, her nose practically slammed into his pubic bone as she swallowed his dick whole. Whether Nick had given in first and yanked her down, or she’d decided to move for herself and lower her head willingly, it was hard to say. They’d both given in, and in the heat of the moment, it really didn’t matter who had done so first.

All that mattered was that they were both getting exactly what they wanted.

“Gluk! Gluk! Gluk!” Gina eagerly swallowed every thrust Nick had to give her, coiling her tongue around his shaft as best she could while her lips fought for every inch. And all the while he used more **** with her, half the time not knowing if he was fighting to yank her off his shaft, or pulling her down.

“You’re a fucking monster, you bitch!” He moaned. “Ugh, with a mouth like that, it’s like you’re not even human! You’re a fucking succubus designed just to drain my balls!”

“Mmmm!” Gina trilled, clearly pleased with the analogy.

“Is that what you want?” Nick picked up the pace, wondering just how long he could hold on at the rate they were going at. But holding back had left the station a long time ago it seemed. “All night I was singing your praises, and what, you’d rather I just use you as a fucking cum dump? Is that right?”

“Mrrgnooh!” She shook with a moan, and for a second he thought she’d had an orgasm just from that. But he could just barely here the “schlick schlick schlick” of her hand in her jeans as he pleasured himself with her mouth.

That gave him an idea.

“Fuck… Gina… you fucking… fuck!” He went even harder, trying to think of even dirtier things to say. It had been too long since he’d had her like this, and his mind was racing trying to satisfy her perverse desires for degradation before he let loose himself. “All that hard work cooking, all that delicious food, and you’d rather just eat my cum all day, is that it? Well, too bad! I’m not gonna let you waste your talents like that! I’m the one in charge here- fuck! Not… fuck! Not you!”

Gina intensified her efforts, almost like she was trying to prove him wrong. He wondered if she’d been going easy on him before, but he knew that wasn’t her style. No, his last statement had gotten her worked into a frenzy, and he was reaping the rewards.

If only he could last long enough…

“New policy,” he grunted, burying himself as far down her throat as he could. He felt her hot breath tease against his balls and he bucked his hips, clutching her hair so tightly he thought he might have ripped some right out of her scalp. “You want my semen? You gotta fucking earn it, first! And I don’t mean on your knees!”

Nick slammed his crotch into her face so hard he nearly fell out of his chair. He felt himself passing the point of no return, and he pulled her head back as far as he could without actually freeing his cock. He looked into her eyes, and the makeup smeared around them, as she met his gaze in breathless amazement. Her tongue never stopped, and neither did their racing hearts.

“Every time you cook for me… you get a nice little creamy surprise as a reward, how’s that sound?” Nick spat through gritted teeth.

“HMMMG!” She made a loud hum as he slammed her back down, and he saw stars, knowing somehow that she was saying yes. Satisfied, he let loose.

“Good girl,” he murmured, triggering her transformation, and she spasmed around his cock as he unloaded down her throat. Her eyes rolled back and she came at his feet, nearly passing out from the pleasure.

The first orgasm of hopefully many to cum tonight.