Katniss-
I head back to school after helping with Peeta and the bakery for a couple of days. Peeta says he'll be back the next week, but I think he might be milking it to stay home. I check in with him every day after school that week on my way home. I love to see his eyes light up when he meets me down stairs. We exchange more heated kisses. Before I head home, he presses his hard dick against me at the back door of the bakery after they close. We haven't had any time to be alone together since he came in my hand.
Every night after I leave the bakery, my panties are soaked and I'm always left wanting more. He's working on Saturday morning, but I promise that I'll be by after my hunt.
It feels so good to be outside of the fence, I haven't been out since Peeta was hurt and I haven't seen Gale either. I gather some of the berries that had ripened while I was away and shoot a handful of squirrels. I finish skinning them and tuck everything I've found into my game bag. I sense Gale behind me, he is quiet but he could never sneak up on me.
"Long time, no see… I thought you had given up hunting, since you're dating that baker boy."
"Gale, you know I have to hunt. I was only helping out my mother and Mr. Mellark paid us in bread. I sent Prim to your house a couple of times this week with extra… and you know that we aren't dating."
"Do I? I never see you! I stopped by your house almost every day this week and Prim said you were at the bakery. I don't like you being over there. He's going to hurt you and if he gets you pregnant, ill fucking kill him!"
"Gale! We aren't, um, we haven't even had sex!" even though I really want to. "We are just friends, I'm not his girlfriend or anything. Why do you think he would ever hurt me? He's not like the other merchant boys." I can feel myself getting angrier with him. Why does he have to do this? And what will happen when Peeta returns to school, will he want his friends to see him with me?
"Katnip, I'm sorry…I just don't like not seeing you and I'm just worried that he is using you." I can see in his face, that he's actually concerned.
"Seriously, if he does anything to hurt me. You'll be the first person that I come to, you always watch out for us. You're my best friend, you know that." He looks relieved and I hope be believes me, because it's true.
We continue on, I show him my squirrels and let him keep the rabbits that we find. I'm afraid that the cooler weather is coming more quickly and we won't have too many more weekends to hunt before the snow prevents it completely.
He walks me into town, even though I told him that I was staying behind at the bakery. When we get over the hill and we're almost there, he stops….
"Promise me that what you said was true… that you'll come to me no matter what if he does something that you aren't comfortable with, or he hurts you. I mean it."
I can't help but blush and smile at how sweet and over protective he's being. "Seriously, I mean it. I promise. I know you'll take care of me." I take his hand and give it a squeeze, he holds my gaze for a second too long and I almost think he's going to kiss me. I would hope that he knows better by now.
He leaves me on the hill and heads back towards the Seam. I turn back to the bakery and see Peeta waiting for me at the back door.
"Uh, is everything okay? What was that about?" he's smiling, but his eyes have a different look in them… is he worried? Angry? Jealous? He has no reason to be any of those things, doesn't he know that?
"Oh, Gale… He, um, is just worried about me being with you. He thinks that you're going to hurt me."
"Hurt you?! I would never, Katniss. I'm not like that. There are plenty of things that I want to do to you, but hurt you isn't one of them" then he winks at me and his smile is back. He holds the door open for me and ushers me in with his hand low on my back.
I talk with Mr. Mellark about my kills from this morning and invites me to stay for dinner. I can't say no to them, not with Peeta's hand on my knee underneath the table. Peeta kneads dough and I offer to roll out cookies, even I can't mess that up. Rye and Dan are let off early, but promise to be home before midnight. After Mr. Mellark closes up the bakery, he leaves to go make a couple of deliveries and needs to go to the Hob for some spices. Once he gets back, he's offered to make squirrel stew with fresh rolls. Peeta and I promise to clean up and I offer to go over our reading assignments with him.
We hurriedly clean, cutting every corner possible and rush upstairs so we can be closer to each other. Once in his room, he sits on his bed and holds his arms out me. He pulls me down onto his lap and I can already feel his semi-hard dick underneath my bottom and he presses his face into my back. His warm breath sends a shiver down my spine and I can't help but arch my back slightly. He lets out a slight moan and he puts his hands on my hips, pulling me down while pressing his cock into my ass.
I'm instantly wet. He slides his hands from my hips down to my thighs and I'm worried that he can feel the heat radiating off from between my legs. His hands feel so good and strong as he grips my legs and I can feel my knees spreading on their own. His forehead presses into my back and I hear him sigh when his thumbs are almost to the crotch of my pants. His hardness is throbbing underneath me.
He runs one finger down the inseam of my pants and I can't help but flinch and throw my head back when the pad of his finger presses harder over my clit. He pulls one of his hands away from my thigh and wraps his hand in my braid, up to the nape of my neck. He turns my head away from him, exposing my neck. When he runs his lips and tongue on me, I hold my breath. My hand runs down his arm to his hand that's still between my legs and my fingers cover his and I move them down to cover my sex completely.
I can feel his hand tighten in my hair and it makes my legs spread even further apart. His hand grips my pussy over my pants and I know he can feel the dampness in his hand. Peeta turns my head the other way and his lips meet mine; he's breathing hard, almost panting when he kisses the corner of my lips. His hand is kneading me over my pants and I feel like I could come just from this. "Peeta." I'm moaning, saying his name and know that I need to be more quiet. Oh god, what if his dad comes back. It's only been a few minutes, but I would be mortified if he saw me sitting on his son's bed with my legs spread. It only makes me grind my ass harder on his dick, in hopes that he'll rub faster on my pussy.
"God, Katniss, you have to stop or you'll make me cum. I'm so hard it hurts, but I want to make you cum first."
"Then make me cum, Peeta. Please?" I sound like I'm begging, which I guess I am. I'm tired of making myself cum thinking about him being the one to do it. I want him. I need him to do it for me. "Please, Peeta?"
"Oh fuck." It's barely a whisper into my skin, but I can tell what I said really got to him. His thumb is rubbing circles directly over my clit and I really wish I wasn't wearing so many layers of clothes. He lets my braid fall from his left hand and reaches around my stomach, stopping at the hem of my shirt. I really want him to touch my skin, my hand leads his under my shirt and his fingers run up over my belly button and between my breasts. They go all the way to my collar bone and over to my right breast. When his hand fully cups my small chest, I can't help but gasp as his fingers pinch my hard nipple.
I'm over the top, I can't stop it. His rough, calloused palm against my nipple and his right thumb working over my pussy. My left arm goes over my head and grips a handful of his curls, his dick twitches underneath me and I feel him press into me. My face turns completely to his and his mouth pushes into mine, overpowering my lips. It's the thing that pushes me over, "Peeta, I think I – uuuugh, I'm going to come" my voice is so breathy and he inhales my words with his mouth. I can feel my hips bucking up to his hand and I pull his hair harder. He almost growls, it makes me think it was too much but then he starts moving faster and grunting into my back. I don't think he's ever been this hard before.
I have to cover my mouth as I orgasm into his hand, he continues to rub over my clit until my hips stop twitching. His hands move back and he digs his fingers into my sides. I'll have bruises tomorrow, but right now it's the last thing that I care about. When I start to take my hand out of his curls, he breathes into my ear "don't stop, I like it when you pull my hair." Again, my pussy is throbbing. He starts pushing into me harder, even wrapping his arms around my lap and gripping hard onto my boobs. He sucks on my neck, right below my ear and a low moan leaves my lips. That was enough for him, he groans into my back.
"K-Kat, I'm going to come – is that okay?" I want him to, I want to feel him release. Next time, I want to watch his face when he comes, I imagine him biting his lip and squeezing his eyes shut.
He's back to palming my pussy and I wish his hands were inside of my panties. "Peeta, please come. Please come for me." I'm afraid that I'm going to pull his hair out when I feel his rhythm change and he pushes into my ass one last time, he has a death grip on me and his teeth sink into my shoulder as he comes. I can't help but yelp, but it feels so good. I cover his hand with mine and push his palm into me as I come again. The pain from his teeth and his warm hand over my pussy is the perfect combination.
After my thighs loosen their grip on his hand and his breathing slows, I stand and look back to Peeta. His pants are completely soaked through. His face blushes and he runs his hands through his hair. He's so incredibly sexy. "Uh, Katniss… I um..." is he embarrassed? Isn't that what's supposed to happen?
"Peeta, it's fine… I really liked it. I, uh, no one has ever…um…" I had been staring at my feet and when I look up, he's taking his pants and shorts off. His dick is still hard and huge, still wet from his come. My eyes bulge. I can't take my eyes off him as he walks to his dresser and puts on some thin linen pants.
He sees that I've been watching him, he almost blushes and lifts my chin up to his face with his finger. His lips touch mine in a sweet and soft kiss. "Did you like that? Is that the first time that you've ever…. Ah… um, had an orgasm?" I can't believe he just asked me that.
"Yes – I mean no, it's not my first time." His brow slightly furrows and I can see his lips form the word 'who', I feel like I should clarify. "it's my first time having someone else there, but I have had a – um – an orgasm before." his forehead relaxes and I can see his eyes flicker. "I think of you sometimes, when I'm in bed." His hands fall to his side and his mouth is wide open. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that." He seems to snap out of the trance that he was in.
One hand wraps around me completely and pulls me into him, his other cups the back of my head angling my face towards his. He presses his lips to mine and as my tongue slips into his mouth he groans again and I can feel the length of his dick pressing against my belly. He pulls away from my lips, kisses up my jaw and licks the curve of my ear. My pussy twitches and I let out deep breath, my hands moving up his arm muscles to his hair.
He whispers into my ear with a low, deep voice that sends chills to my core. "I make myself come every night and morning thinking of you, all of the things I want to do to you. I want you to be mine, completely." My knees might give out on me at this point. "I want you every way possible." He kisses back to my lips and suggests that we get cleaned up and downstairs before his dad comes back.
In his bathroom, the cold water feels good against the flush of my face. I quickly undo and re-braid my hair, straightening my clothes. We pass each other in the doorway of the wash room, standing on the tips of my toes I give him a lingering kiss on the cheek. He's taken his shirt off and his pants sit low on his hips, the outline of his dick is still visible through them. His eyes catch mine looking over his body, in swift motion he has my back pressed against the doorframe. My breath catches and his lips are forceful and overpowering, his eyes are black with lust. My hands go back to his hair and tug slightly. The groan from his mouth soaks into my skin and I feel his teeth on my ear. "you have to stop pulling, or I'll have to bend you over the foot of my bed." I can't help but bite my lip, I like him like this. It's a bit intimidating, but so intriguing; the way he makes demands in a low gravelly voice. He pulls away from me; his hand immediately grabs his hard dick. His hand practically pushes me out of the door and tells me he will meet me downstairs. I can hear the water from the shower turn on and a groan with what sounded like my name.