Every car that drives down the street causes me to look up from the drawing I'm working on. After a third car drives by and doesn't stop, I grab my phone and look at the text that Katniss sent me almost an hour ago.
"On my way over."
The drive from Katniss's house to mine is less than fifteen minutes, and while I know I shouldn't be keeping track of the time, I can't help myself. It's been four days since we last saw each other. Since Spring Break began, my wrestling schedule, coupled with Katniss's new job at the pet storehas made it almost impossible for us to see each other, even for an hour. My ears begin to burn hot with embarrassment over my thoughts. It's only four days. This isn't the first time our schedules have prevented us from hanging out, but that was before -
"Peeta! Katniss is here!" My father's voice bellows loudly through my closed bedroom door, tearing me away from my thoughts and causing my stomach to lurch up into my throat. I was hoping he would be gone by the time Katniss got here.
I don't bother answering him. I'm off my bed and out of the door before he even has a chance to wait for me to respond. The hallway between my bedroom and the living room feels impossibly long today, and my pulse pounds hard against my throat when Katniss comes into view.
Her hair is pulled back into a tight braid, leaving her neck exposed. Remembering how warm her skin is and how sweet it tastes forces me to dig my fingernails into my palm in attempts to take my mind off of the fact that just the sight of her is making my dick stir.
"Hey," I mumble, lifting my hand in greeting.
With my father playing the awkward third wheel, the tension in the air is tangible. Katniss gives a slight wave in return, then immediately places her hand back on the strap of the green backpack slung over her shoulder.
"So, what will you two be working on today?" My father inquires. It's the same series of questions every time my parents are around when Katniss is here.
"Chemistry project," Katniss says quickly. "It's due when we go back to school on Monday."
My father nods, seemingly satisfied with Katniss's answer. "Will you be staying for dinner?" He asks.
Katniss looks to me, waiting for an answer. She hoists her backpack higher onto her shoulder, letting her fingers drift across the exposed skin near her collarbone. Whether or not she did it on purpose, she has me fixated.
I continue to watch her fingers move down further until they hit the chain of the simple silver necklace that used to belong to her father. He died a few years before we met, and I have never seen her without it. She pulls the pendant out from her shirt and begins to move it back and forth across the chain. It's an action I've seen her perform hundreds, if not, thousands of times, but today I can't stop staring at her while she does it.
"Peeta?"
"What?" I turn my head rapidly, meeting my father's confused stare.
"Are you going to invite your friend to stay for dinner?"
"Oh, right." I let out a breath and laugh nervously, pulling my hand through my hair. "You're always invited to stay for dinner, Katniss."
She smiles at me while nodding, and I can't help but smile widely at her in return. I have to fight to hide the look of agitation and soon after, fear, that is probably painted on my face when my father clears his throat, breaking our focus on each other.
"I'm heading out to the bakery in a few minutes to help your mother until closing. There's a meatloaf in the refrigerator, put it in the oven at six o'clock on 350 so we can eat around seven." As I listen to my father talk, all I can do is hope he hasn't picked up on the change between me and Katniss. It's the elephant in the room right now, and it feels like that elephant is sitting right on my chest, suffocating me.
"Sure, dad," I reply, looking at my watch - Four thirty. That gives us an hour and a half. "Ready to get started?" I ask, turning to Katniss. With her nod, I motion for her to follow me to my bedroom. "We'll have to work in my bedroom since we need the Internet and I don't have a laptop."
I stress the final words in hopes that my father doesn't argue the fact that I'm bringing Katniss into my room. It's usually off limits to her if my parents are around when she gets here. In the past, I have been able to get them to make exceptions when there is a project due that needs the Internet, and I'm hoping that holds true today.
"I'll see you two for dinner," my father laughs, making no protest against Katniss coming into my room. I let out a breath and continue walking up the hall.
The walk to my bedroom is silent. I can feel my father's eyes on my back as I lead Katniss up the hall, and judging by the way Katniss keeps cracking her knuckles behind me, she feels it too.
I push open my bedroom door and step aside, allowing Katniss to walk in first. Glancing back up the hall to the living room, I notice my father is no longer where he previously stood, and I smirk to myself, relieved that he didn't seem to pick up on the heat that seemed to be radiating between me and Katniss.
Before I can even process what's happening, Katniss's hands are pushing my shoulders and my back painfully makes contact with my bedroom door. It slams loudly, and Katniss presses her body against mine and kisses me hard.
The shock of the moment sends my mind into a tailspin. While kissing isn't new to us anymore, the fervor behind Katniss's kisses have definitely changed since the first one a month ago.
Katniss swings her leg over my hips and straddles them, grabbing my hands to keep her steady above me. We shouldn't be doing this. We agreed not to do this today. Not with Katniss's sister Prim, and their mother down in the kitchen making dinner.
It started with Katniss's hand on my thigh while we silently compared homework answers. Little by little, she moved her hand higher until her entire palm was resting on the front of my jeans. With one squeeze, I had my eyes locked on her face, right into her half lidded eyes and down to the corner of her lip that was quirked up in amusement. With a second squeeze, I was done.
Now, I stare at her body on top of mine. The mess of dark hair fresh out of its braid that falls in waves over her right shoulder, our hands clasped together tightly, her chest rising and falling heavily with her ragged breathing, and her hips grinding slowly against mine.
It was pointless to even say we weren't going to end up like this today. Every time we see each other now we end up like this.
Katniss leans forward and lets go of my right hand, enabling me to snake it behind her body and slip it into the back of her sweatpants. She grips my shirt in her fist and begins to move with more vigor, sucking in a sharp gasp between her teeth when I thrust my hips up to meet her middle, making sure she feels how hard I am.
And then suddenly, her mouth covers mine, muffling the sounds of a moan that starts deep in her chest. Katniss has never kissed me before - at least not like this. I decide not to call attention to it, and continue thrusting my hips upward, listening to the small noises that she continues to make against my lips, and the fleeting gasp when she opens her mouth to catch her breath and trace my bottom lip with the tip of her tongue.
"Peeta!" My father barks. "What was that?!"
Katniss and I break apart quickly, and I turn, hauling the door back open and setting the doorstop underneath it.
"The wind made my door shut again!" I call back. With my windows open almost all the time, a sudden gust of wind more often than not will cause my door to slam shut if I don't have the doorstop underneath it - now if my father would just believe my quick lie, I can relax.
He shouts back something about how I always forget to use the doorstop, but I can barely hear him over the sound of my heart beating loudly in my ears. I throw a halfhearted apology in his direction and turn to find Katniss standing a few feet from me looking uneasy.
"The door isn't supposed to be shut when you're in here," I whisper firmly. "You know the rule."
"I'm sorry," Katniss says sheepishly. "I just..." she looks down at her feet, the tips of her ears turning red. "Nevermind."
"It's okay," I assure her, suddenly feeling guilty for my tone. "He's leaving soon, let's just pretend that we actually have a Chemistry project to work on until he's gone."
"Right," Katniss breathes. It's as though she is just remembering the plan we came up with last week so we could see each other. We never had a Chemistry project due. We barely even had homework over spring break, and what we did have, we finished separately.
She plops herself down on my bed and brings her legs up under her and begins to fish through her backpack, finding her chemistry book and a blue folder. I want to crack a joke about how prepared she is in her attempts to lead my father to believe she's here for school work, but she already looks so tense that I can't bring myself to do it.
Instead, I decide to follow her lead. Sitting down in front of my computer, I grab a stray notebook that I usually use for doodling and open it up to a clean page, throwing a pen down on top.
"Quick," I say, turning my chair in Katniss's direction. "What are we doing our project on?"
I notice that Katniss has begun to pull papers from her folder. She has them strewn across my bed, and she rifles through her textbook, hopefully looking for a topic, just in case my father starts his questioning again.
"Um, what about.." Katniss flips through a few more pages, stopping and pointing at a page. "Ionic and covalent bonds?"
"Ionic and covalent bonds it is," I reply, smiling. "Nice touch with the textbook and papers, by the way."
"I didn't have a choice," Katniss sighs. "Right as I was getting ready to leave, my mother came into my room and asked me to take Prim to the park so she could take a nap. When I told her I couldn't, she started questioning me. She even had Prim come ask me to take her out, so I had to tell them we had a huge project to do. I couldn't very well walk out of the house without my stuff after that."
"You told Prim no?" I ask, dumbfounded.
"I told her I'd take her out tomorrow," Katniss shrugs, turning her attention back to her textbook.
Since the day I met Katniss in freshman year, I have never known her to say no to her little sister. She has canceled plans with me, invited me along, and even brought Prim with her here while we worked on homework in the past, but she has never done anything like this before.
"It's just the park. She's old enough to look after herself while our mother naps now," Katniss mumbles into her textbook.
"Yeah.." I decide not to press the issue, and force the shock to the back of my mind. I have the whole night to mull her behavior over. Now is not the time. I'm actually relieved when I hear my father's light tap on my door frame.
"I'm leaving now," he announces, grinning when he spots Katniss diligently reading her textbook. "I just wanted to remind you again about putting the meatloaf in the oven."
"I got it, dad," I say, rolling my eyes. "Now go before mom gets angry and we all pay for it later."
My father slaps his hand against the door frame twice and turns, disappearing back down the hallway.
Katniss and I sit in silence as we listen for signs of my father leaving - the telltale jiggling of his keys, the front door closing, his car starting, and finally, the sound of his engine fading off into the distance as he drives down the street and away from the house.
I leap from my desk chair as if it caught fire and reach my door in no time. I kick the doorstep out from underneath and slam it, making sure the lock clicks before I cross the room in three steps to meet Katniss on the bed.
When I reach her, she kneels up to meet me. I take her head in my hands and tilt it up, bringing my mouth down to cover hers. There's nobody to interrupt us now, so we take our time with our kisses. Katniss opens her mouth, allowing my tongue entrance, tangling her hands in my hair as I nip at her bottom lip.
"Don't worry about the papers," Katniss manages to say between kisses. "They're graded ones."
Shaking my head, I pull away to look at her and laugh, watching her gray eyes come to life when she chuckles in return. I kneel on the bed, ignoring the papers crinkling loudly under my knees and kiss Katniss again, reveling in the sweet taste of her tongue gliding across mine. She moans into my mouth, and my chest caves with a sigh. Just hearing her is enough to get me hard.
Katniss is breathless when she pulls away from me and untangles her hands from my hair. I am just about to protest when her hand cups my cheek.
Our pauses when we fool around usually only last as long as it takes us to get our pants off, so when the pad of Katniss's thumb brushes lightly under my eye, and her face softens, the gesture is so tender that it feels foreign. She stares, and there's something in her eyes that I can't quite decipher, but I feel like she's staring straight through me. It causes my heart to beat wildly in my chest, and I have to stop myself from asking her what she's doing.
Suddenly, her face contorts and the soft look has been replaced with a wicked grin. Both of her hands drop to my shoulders and she pushes me roughly. I fall back purposefully, smirking when she straddles my hips.
"It would take a lot more force than that to put me down if I were to fight back," I quip, bringing my hands to rest on Katniss's hips.
"Are you complaining?" Katniss asks, quirking her eyebrow. I shake my head quickly in response.
At some point, I always end up on my back with Katniss on top of me, peppering kisses across my face and learning which hip movements get me the hardest, until she finally moves down and helps me out of my pants so she can touch me. This is the dance we do - all action, minimal talk.
It has been a month since the first time we did this, but nothing has really changed. We barely talk about it, we never stray from the familiar, and Katniss always ends up leading the way. Why can't I be more outgoing with her? Pin her to the bed and kiss every part of her that to this day still remains hidden. Pull her shirt off, her bra, touch her breasts, kiss them. Would she like that? Does she want that? I'm not sure what is scaring me. It's clear that she likes when I touch her, but maybe she is just as scared to ask for more as I am to act on it. I'll never know if I don't try.
The space between our bodies in small. With each shift of her body, Katniss closes the space, pressing our chests together. It's now or never. As she moves away, I snake my hand between our bodies and find her breast. I cup it lightly. So lightly that I'm not even sure she feels it, so I set my hand on her more firmly and squeeze once.
Katniss gasps and pulls away away from me. I tear my hand away, embarrassed.
"I'm -"
"I'm sorry!" Katniss stammers, cutting my apology off. She sits perched on my hips, her hands pressed against my chest. "I just wasn't expecting it. Here..."
Katniss picks my hand up from where I dropped it to my side and brings it back to her breast and holds it there with both of hers. I take a chance and squeeze again, and I watch in awe as she closes her eyes tightly and throws her head back slightly, taking a deep breath in through her nose.
The look of protest Katniss shoots me when I pull my hand away pierces straight through my chest and down into my stomach. She liked it. She didn't want me to stop. I decide to try something else. Slowly, I work my hand under the hem of her t-shirt. Katniss looks down at my arm intently as it disappears under the fabric.
I move slowly, grazing my fingers over the warm skin on her stomach, feeling it contract under my touch. As I move further up, I listen, waiting for her to tell me to stop, but the words never come. The way she stares back at me when I look up to gauge her reaction is all consuming. I can't tear my eyes away from her. Her chest heaves under my hand when it reaches the fabric of her bra. Each exaggerated breath threatens to push us both into an abyss that I'm not sure I'll ever be able to crawl out of, but it's too late to think about that now.
My fingers find the lip of Katniss's bra and I work my fingers underneath, slowly blurring the lines of what's familiar and unfamiliar between us, until the silky fabric is pushed up and my hand covers her bare breast. Once again, I squeeze gently, feeling her hardened nipple brush against my palm. Katniss arches her back, pressing harder against my hand as she moans airily and anchors herself by grabbing my sides.
Do you like that, Katniss? I'd love to say the words out loud, but I can't seem to get a sound past the lump in my throat that only seems to get larger when Katniss bites her bottom lip and starts to grind against me. She looks lost, like she is giving into urges that have been bubbling inside of her for weeks. I hold onto her hip with my free hand while she glides her middle over my dick with nothing but our clothing stopping us from truly feeling one another.
Suddenly, Katniss stops and moves her hands to the bottom of her shirt, whipping it up and over her head in a hurry. Without a moment of hesitation, she reaches back and unhooks her bra, leaving me staring at my hand covering her breast, the contrast of my fair skin against her olive tone is striking.
"They're small..." Katniss says feebly, her cheeks stained red. She won't look at me anymore. Is this why she hasn't taken her shirt off until now? Does she actually think I care about that?
"No," I manage to choke out, pulling my hand away. I allow my fingers to graze the newly exposed skin down to her stomach. My hand comes to rest on her thigh. "Don't say that." Finally, she looks at me again, eyes wide and uncertain. "Come here." I wrap a hand around the back of her neck and pull her down into a kiss to try and convey all of the things I cannot say. That there's nothing to be ashamed of, she is beautiful and she is perfect in my eyes.
"Touch me again," Katniss breathes against my mouth. I close my eyes and take in the sound of her voice - ragged and wistful. She pushes herself back up into a sitting position and grabs my hands, bringing them over both of her breasts. She squeezes my hands, encouraging me to knead harder than I had been before. "Yes," Katniss hisses, her hips respond again and I moan in unison with her. "Like that."
The tips of my fingers find her nipple - small and pebbled, and I swirl the pad of my thumb over it before pinching it delicately.
"Harder," Katniss instructs ardently. I follow her direction and pinch harder. "Yes," she moans again.
Just listening to how this is affecting her is beginning to make me feel unhinged. She bucks harder on top of me, and I let out a strangled moan from the friction between our bodies. My dick is almost aching to be touched by her small, soft hands. She works me in ways that I have never been able to, and I know that just her body gliding over mine with clothes on is not going to be enough for much longer.
I can't take my eyes off of her face. The way her jaw is lax, mouth slightly parted as she flicks her tongue out and wets her lips. I wonder what she's thinking right now. Does she like how my dick feels rubbing against her? I should ask her - I want to ask her, but I still can't find the words.
She drops down and presses her bare chest against my clothed one and kisses me again. She looks beautiful. Sounds beautiful. When she breaks away and looks down at me, I reach up and push a stray lock of hair behind her ear, and I know at that moment, I'm a goner and have been since the day I met her.
As if on cue, Katniss begins to move, slithering down my chest and off of my body. I'm used to this. It's all part of our dance. She pops the button on my jeans and begins to tug them down, catching my boxers as she pulls. The relief I feel when my dick springs free brings a groan to my lips.
Katniss looks down at me and reaches out, grabbing my erection almost expertly now compared to that first day. There is no trepidation in her movements as she smooths her hand down my length, but then she stops. I look at her, confused, and knit my eyebrows together. I am just about to ask her what's wrong, when I notice the intensity of her gaze. It's almost intimidating.
What is she thinking?
She hovers over me and grabs my dick again, smoothing over it the same way she did before, but this time, she leans her chest forward and pulls the tip down between her breasts, rubbing it over the skin there and across to her left breast. Her eyes flick back up to me nervously, and I nod at her, dumbfounded.
"Feels good," I groan, encouraging her to continue.
She begins to rub the head of my dick across her hardened nipple. I suck in air between my teeth in response. When she looks up at me again, her expression is full of fear.
"What's wrong?" I manage to ask. She won't answer. She just keeps looking up at me, her eyes as wide as saucers.
Finally, Katniss licks her lips and breaks eye contact, looking down at my dick and then back up at me quickly one last time. Slowly, she moves back down onto her stomach, continuing to stroke me as she situates herself between my legs.
I prop myself up on my elbows and watch her, clad in a pair of jeans, lying between my legs, stroking my hard dick. When she swallows hard and begins to move her face forward, I have to question if my mind is playing tricks on me. Is she really about to do what I think she is? I twitch in anticipation just thinking about it.
We keep ours eyes locked on each other. Katniss licks her lips once more and leans forward. We're both breathing heavily as Katniss's lips make contact with my shaft where she places a light kiss. And then another, moving higher each time, halting all of my thoughts until finally she is at the tip of my dick and her lips are enveloping it.
She sucks for a quick second before the bellowing moan I let out stops her. No, don't stop. Katniss looks up at me, and I try to give her an encouraging nod, but I'm afraid it doesn't work. I can't seem to close my mouth. My breathing is uneven and I know that my eyes don't show the confidence that I'm trying to convey.
The sigh of relief I let out when Katniss takes me into her mouth again is loud and almost desperate. She moves down and takes more of me into her mouth, but her teeth scraping across my shaft cause me to jump and wince slightly. Katniss looks up at me worriedly.
"Teeth," I explain sheepishly. Her eyes grow wide in horror, and I smile at her in attempts to not make her feel bad.
"Shit..." Katniss berates herself. "I didn't mean to..."
"It's okay," I breathe. "It's okay. Just.. please. Please do that again."
"You liked it?" Katniss asks, shocked.
"It felt incredible," I tell her reassuringly, but she still doesn't look convinced. "Your mouth felt incredible." I can see Katniss's breathing speed up when she hears my words. She jumps up, placing a quick kiss on my lips before tugging at my t-shirt.
"Can you take this off?" He says, looking away to finish her sentence. "I want to be able to touch you."
"Sure," I chuckle, sitting up and pulling my shirt over my head quickly. After I've thrown it to the side, I look at her and watch her eyes sweep over my body. We've never been completely naked in front of each other before. I look down at Katniss's jeans. "Take your pants off," I say, trying to keep my tone steady.
Without protest, Katniss unbuttons her jeans and slips them off. She settles herself back between my legs and I admire her completely naked form for the first time. My eyes follow the arch of her back down to the curve of her ass. I want to touch every part of her, but right now she has other plans.
With less hesitation than before, Katniss slips the tip of my dick into her mouth again and sucks, swirling her tongue over it.
"Oh fuck," I mumble. I'm about ready to lose it already. I can't finish yet. In attempts to distract myself, I sit up higher on my elbows, watching Katniss's mouth take in more of me. Warmth engulfs me and I can't keep myself still. I want to thrust my hips, push my dick in deeper, but I know I can't do that. I shouldn't.
Katniss's hand comes to rest on my hip and she presses down hard in attempts to get me to calm down, while her other hand begins to trail up my stomach to my chest, touching everything she can manage while she continues to suck. She drags her tongue up the underside of my dick until her lips find the tip again and she sucks in. I'm panting, unable to even find a word to mutter under my breath.
I've never felt anything this amazing before. If her mouth feels this good, what does she feel like? I can't stop my mind from wandering to thoughts of plunging into her over and over again. It's not the first time I've thought about it, but right now, with her mouth on me while her nails are scratching up and down my stomach in time with her movements, it brings my thoughts to a whole new level, blurring my vision and clouding my mind.
Katniss starts to move faster, as though she is gaining control of her rhythm and getting used to the feeling of having me in her mouth. I keep watching the way her lips slide over my dick, and I'm not sure I've ever seen anything quite like it.
How did we get there? From friends to.. what are we now? I push those thoughts away and reach out, running a hand through the hair that has come loose from Katniss's braid, making sure that I take my time and focus on keeping my hips still while I take in the sight before me.
Katniss shifts and takes her hand off of my stomach, leaving behind a trail of red, angry skin where her nails grazed. She reaches between my legs and finds my balls, cupping them in her hand. My hips come up off the bed involuntarily when she begins to massage and run her palm over them.
This is too much. I know I'm not going to last much longer. I can feel the familiar sensation buliding up deep in my stomach.
"Katniss," I moan heavily. She looks up at me, but continues to suck. "Gonna come."
She hesitates for just a second, but in the end continues with even more fervor than before, working eagerly to get me off.
"Katniss," I say warningly one last time before my hips seize and my dick twitches. Katniss keeps her mouth on me while I come, but pulls aways quickly, and it spills over the head and down my length. Her hand comes up to her mouth and she swallows before letting out a gasp behind her hand.
"I'm sorry," Katniss apologizes. "I'm so sorry! There was just too much."
I look at her quizzically for a moment while I struggle to catch my breath. It takes me a little while to realize that she is apologizing for pulling away. I reach out, finding my discarded t-shirt and use it to clean off my stomach, looking up to Katniss whose eyes are still filled with uncertainty.
"Hey," I say soothingly, reaching my arm out and gesturing for her to come closer. She moves over to me and presses her naked body flush against mine, our faces aligned. "It's okay. There's nothing to apologize for," I finally tell her.
Katniss looks at me tenderly, leans down, and kisses me deeply. Her tongue enters my mouth without hesitation. I can taste what I can only imagine is myself on her lips and tongue. It's oddly thrilling and I know immediately that I want to find out what she tastes like.
Does Katniss want that? I can't ask her. I don't want to ruin our kisses by stopping to ask if I can eat her out. Instead, I shift my weight, getting up on my knees, coaxing Katniss to do the same. I cup the sides of her head with my hands and continue kissing her, moving my tongue into her mouth and sliding it along hers languidly. The low moan that vibrates in Katniss's throat gives me just the boost of confidence I need to gently urge her to lie flat on her back on the bed.
Without thought or even a look, my hand finds Katniss's breast again. I knead it in my hand, enticing her. She sucks on my bottom lip and squirms underneath me, arching her back as though she needs to feel more of me.
"Peeta," Katniss moans softly. She wraps her hands around the back of my neck and pushes down, guiding my head toward her chest. Even without speaking, I know what she's trying to tell me.
My mouth finds her breast easily, and since I know she wants this I don't bother looking up at her for approval. Her skin is warm and smooth against my lips, and she keeps her hands at the back of my head, softly caressing my hair and periodically dragging her nails across my neck while I dot kisses across her chest.
When I reach her nipple, I flick my tongue out over it to test Katniss's response. She sighs and arches her back. I smile against her skin as I wrap my mouth around the hardened nub and begin to suck, gently at first, but then I remember her words from earlier. Harder.
The harder I suck, the louder she gets. Her legs fall open, allowing me to fall between them. It has never been like this before. There is nothing hiding us from each other now. I can feel every inch of her skin as it presses against mine. The warmth and wetness between her legs is evident against my stomach. It's exhilarating - I have to taste her.
Each kiss I leave on her skin moves me lower and lower down her body. Katniss's breathing is erratic, her hands still buried in my hair. She pulls fistfuls aggressively, anxiously, as though she is anticipating what is to come.
I give her stomach a final kiss and push her knees up until her feet are flat on the bed. My hands roam her thighs, followed by my lips. I kiss the inside of her thighs further and further until I'm face to face with her middle. I can see how wet she is, and I resolve to try to make this as good for her as she made it for me, even though I've never done anything like this before.
Starting with what's familiar seems to be the easiest. I push my thumb between her folds and rub her clit, dragging it down through the wetness before I bring the soaked digit to my mouth and suck, looking up to make sure Katniss sees what I'm doing.
Katniss's taste is distinctly different from my own, but intoxicating. She opens her legs wider, inviting me back in. Repeatedly, I run my fingers between her folds and lick them clean, indulging in the slight hint of sweetness.
"Peeta?" Katniss says, squirming underneath me. I bring my eyes up to meet her confused stare. Shit. She isn't enjoying this. How could she? I wasn't doing anything to make her feel good.
"Sorry." I look up at her sheepishly, determined to tell her what is going through my mind. "You just.." I almost stop, but force myself to continue. "I like the way you taste," I finish, causing her cheeks to redden.
This time, I take my pointer finger and trail it down the inside of her thigh all the way down until I find her center. I use my other hand to spread her wet folds before gently pushing my finger inside of her. She's tight, even with just one finger, and it makes my dick twitch when I think about how wet and warm her walls are against my finger.
Katniss doesn't seem to be responding when I pull my finger out and push back in. I try a few more times, but notice she has propped herself up on her elbows as is staring at me.
"Fingers don't really do much for me. Not one at least," Katniss shrugs. "Every time I've tried to add a second though, it hurts too much so I stop. I was hoping since your finger is thicker than mine it would work but..."
"It's not." I cut in, finishing her sentence. Katniss shakes her head sadly. I pull my hand back, overcome with embarrassment. I should just stop trying. Go back to getting her off the way I know works and leave it at that.
"What you were doing with your thumb felt great, though." She smiles at me encouragingly, probably sensing my discouragement. "I bet it'd feel even better if you did it with your tongue."
Somewhere along the way I lost my focus. The plan all along was to do for her what she did for me. I feel stupid that she had to remind me what I was supposed to be doing, but I try to ignore it and settle myself back between her legs.
The silence since Katniss's reminder is only making my nerves worse. What if I'm terrible at it? Then again, as far as I know, nobody has ever done this to her before, so maybe she won't realize that I'm terrible. If all else fails, at least I know how to make her come with my hand.
I take my fingers and spread her folds again, moving my head in close. Before I can over think it, I dip my tongue in and drag it up, stopping at her clit. She tastes even sweeter now, and I lick greedily, trying to taste as much of her as I can.
As I work, I begin to notice that every time my tongue circles Katniss's clit, she gasps louder. I think about the way she liked when I sucked on her nipple and I decide to experiment by wrapping my mouth around the sensitive nub and sucking.
"Holy shit, Peeta!" Katniss gasps, fisting my hair again. Her noises fill me with certainty. I take my mouth away from her middle briefly, leaving Katniss breathless while I kiss her the inside of her thighs and suck on the skin with so much force that I know there will be a mark later.
I find a pattern that seems to be working, alternating between licking and sucking. Katniss grabs my hair tighter, and I stop moving, but continue to lick when she begins to swirl her hips over my face, guiding where she wants my mouth to be.
She calls out my name one last time before her orgasm takes over, but I don't stop. I don't want to stop. Her body shudders against my mouth while I continue to lap at her center, the sound of her deep breathing and satiated moans threatening to make me hard again.
After her body has calmed and I've pulled my mouth away, I feel a swell of pride deep in my chest. I move up her body and kiss her deeply.
"Do you taste yourself on me?" I ask huskily.
"Yes," Katniss replies, pulling me down into another kiss, moaning into my mouth. I feel my dick begin to stir even more, but I can't let it take over, as much as I want to. It's almost six now. I'd never hear the end of it if I forgot to put dinner in the oven.
"I have to go get dinner started, I'm sorry," I whisper against Katniss's lips. "You can stay in here if you want, or come out when you're ready."
I slither off the bed and slip my boxers back on, remembering at last minute that I used my shirt to clean my come off of my stomach.
In the kitchen, I peel the foil away from the pan of meatloaf and crinkle it. I almost don't hear the sound of the side door opening before my brother Rye, walks inside.
"Cooking in your underwear?" he laughs, peeking into the pan at the meatloaf.
"Fuck off," I retort, irritated. "Why are you even home?" I hope he can't sense the nervousness in my voice. Katniss, just stay in the bedroom until he's gone. Please.
"I forgot something. I'll only be a minute, then you can go back to jerking off and crying in your room." He laughs at his joke and begins to leave the kitchen, but stops abruptly when he almost collides with Katniss.
Rye narrows his eyes at me before laughing and shaking his head.
"I had a feeling you two were fucking," he says, turning and walking out of the kitchen snickering.
I run after him, panicked, and grab his shoulder forcing him to turn around.
"WE'RE NOT..." I stop to clear my throat and lower my voice. "We're not fucking," I hiss.
"So you just walk around in your underwear in front of every friend you have over?" Rye questions. "I'm not stupid, Peeta."
"We're not fucking..." I repeat seriously. "At least not yet."
Rye nods.
"Just screwing around then, huh?"
"Yeah.. I guess," I admit, rubbing the back of my neck. "You're not going to tell mom, are you?"
"Hell no, I'm not going to tell mom. She'd never let her over here again," he says, shaking his head. "I'm not going to deny my little brother the chance to get his dick wet, what kind of a monster do you think I am?"
"Thanks," I say gratefully, cringing at his choice of words.
"Don't say I never did anything for you, now go get dinner started before mom gets here."
When I get back in the kitchen, I sigh in relief when I see Katniss leaning against the counter, sipping a soda.
"Good think I put my clothes on," Katniss observes, pointing her chin in the direction Rye went. "Does he know?" Her voice is suddenly nervous.
"Yeah, he knows," I confirm. "He said he wasn't going to tell." Katniss sighs and drops her shoulders just as the oven beeps, indicating it is ready for the meatloaf.
Silently, we disband. I get the meatloaf into the oven while Katniss gathers silverware for the table. I reach behind Katniss to pull plates down from the cupboard above her. Once I set them down, I wrap my arms around her from behind. Katniss melts into me and rests her head on my arm. I'm not sure if it's the relief of knowing that my brother isn't going to rat us out, or if it's something else, but this isn't something we normally do. Our affections usually stopped as soon as we were finished fooling around.
I don't question it. Instead, I dip my head down and kiss the exposed skin of Katniss's neck. She brings her hand to the back of my head, and runs her fingers through my hair, massaging my scalp.
We're interrupted by the sound of Rye clearing his throat from the archway.
"Mom will be home in forty five minutes," he says warningly. Katniss and I both hear his tone and understand what he's trying to say - Make yourselves presentable and practice acting like you didn't spend the afternoon messing around.
"Thanks," I say, pulling away from Katniss reluctantly.
Rye nods curtly and is out the door seconds later.
"Go get dressed, I'll set the table," Katniss offers, smiling warmly at me. Her smile holds something that I can't quite figure out, but it fills me with so much ardor that the only way I can respond is by kissing her. I run my hand down her side, lingering longer than I should then I leave the kitchen, disappearing into my bedroom to change and make sure everything looks as it should.
Alone here in the quiet room, I can't stop my mind from contemplating what was in Katniss's smile. Something is changing, I can feel it, and even though we haven't discussed it, I know we will need to. Soon.
Thanks for reading, the next chapter is going to have a lot more focus on pushing the plot and not the porn (but the porn will still be there) ;)