Chapter 6: Kiss and Fuck in Secret

I go to Peeta in his downstairs bedroom every night after that, drawn to him like a moth to the candle flame I use to light my way into his bed, after the rest of the household has gone to sleep. The rational side of me tries to scold me how having sex with this man, my master, is wrong, yet I'm addicted to how he holds me. Sometimes we sleep together, having sex. Sometimes we just sleep without any physical love involved.

One night, I awaken with a shout, gasping and flailing.

In that next instant, I feel strong arms go about me, and I curl into Peeta without even having to think about it. "Just a nightmare, I'm sorry."

"I'm scared too," he murmurs.

I gulp. "Peeta…. will you hold me?"

"Sure."

I roll over and he spoons me from behind, holding me close against him. I feel my heartrate begin to slow and I actually relax, snuggling in beside him.

It isn't long before I feel something long, hard and stiff press into the sloped curve of my rear. With Peeta in such close proximity to me, that's to be expected, so I try not to let it be bothersome.

What does cause my heart to race is when I begin to feel Peeta dipping his lips into the soft hollow of my throat and down my neck. I squirm against him… but not, to my shock, from revulsion.

"What…. what are you doing?" I whimper.

Peeta stills against me, and I can tell that he is debating how to answer. Finally, he murmurs, "I just want to be close to you. To…. to touch you. I've been thinking about it since that first night. When we…. kissed."

His hands, curled around my waist, now dip lower to caress my thighs. He pauses for just a moment as I wriggle against him, biting my lip to keep from letting out a moan.

"Your... your parents!" I manage to squeak, squirming, turning about in his arms a little. "Your parents would never forgive us if we... Mmmm..." His lips on mine makes my very weak protests die in my throat and we break apart with a smack.

"Is this all right?"

A part of me should tell him no, it's not all right. A practical side of me should remind him that this is wrong. But, damn it all, it still feels so right to have Peeta's hands on me.

Which is why I find myself gasping:

"Y…..yes….."

A soft and calloused hand turns my face back to his as Peeta kisses me deeply. Purring happily, I return the kiss with a boldness that surprises even me, shivering as I feel Peeta's hands now glide up my thighs, pushing the hem of my nightdress up around my hips, bunching the fabric. With a sigh, I gallingly yank the bodice of my nightdress down so that my bare breasts glisten in the moonlight. I wiggle my shapely bottom, now also exposed against Peeta's fierce erection and am satisfied when I feel him rut against me with a whimper.

But Peeta isn't done. He continues to furiously rub his length along the perfect globes of her toned buttocks to get harder still. Keening into him, I groan, shuddering with delight as I feel his arms encircle me. One of his large hands dips into the damp wetness at the apex of my thighs, swirling his fingers along my nub. With his free hand, Peeta reaches around and brazenly cups the flesh of her left breast, pinching my purple and pebbling nipple until it is erected to painful tenderness. Mindful that my right breast is being left unattended, Peeta cranes his face over my writhing form and takes her remaining nipple deep into his mouth, suckling on my boob.

"Peet…a….." I squirm happily, almost stunned speechless and wondering where in the world he learned to do that. "What are you…..? OHHHHHHH! Oh, Panem, yes! Fuck me right there! Fuck my arse!"

For at that moment, Peeta takes me fiercely from behind in one, glorious thrust, shoving his now free member in between my ass cheeks. Jerking his hips violently, he begins to slide in and out of my anus, all while fondling my large breasts with his hands and his mouth and fucking my clit with his fingers. I have to clap a hand over my mouth to quiet my moans, which soon morph into yips and squeaks as Peeta continues to fuck me.

"Mmmm… Hmmmm….. Huhhhh…. Uhhhh…. Oh….. Ooooooohhhhh….. Ohhhhhh… OHHHHHH! MMMMMMM!"

With one final, slam, my buttocks trap his member deep inside me as he cums, milking him. Seconds later, the muscles in my pussy contract, tightening around his hand as, with a strangled cry and arching my back against him, pressing my ass into his hips, I cum so hard I see stars.

Rolling onto my back, my grey eyes huge and sparkling in the moonlight, I wordlessly spread my legs for him, opening my thighs wide invitingly.

Peeta doesn't need to be told twice. Scrambling on top of me, he slams his penis deep into my dripping wet folds, nearly pulling all the way out before he thrusts into me again. My hips snap up to meet him every time, so that our bare skin makes a kind of squelching, clapping sound as we unify together. Beneath us, the bedsprings under the mattress creak as we work up a rhythm, learning again how to please each other together. I have to bite down on my lip to keep from crying out; Oh, Snow, if someone hears…..!

Peeta growls as he continues to thrust into me, and I winding my legs about him to bring him closer, closer still. I am nearly naked except for my nightdress bunched up, almost folded in half around my navel, leaving my breasts free and my sopping cunt exposed to the humid summer air.

Peeta is quivering above me, and I know that he's close. I decide that this dynamic won't do at all. So, assertively, I suddenly shove my hands into his chest, flipping him off of me and slamming him back into the mattress.

From his wide eyes, Peeta fears that I have had enough, but then he nearly chokes as I solemnly, with purpose, swing my long legs over his hips as I move to straddle him. There is a soft rustling of the sheets and then cloth as I untie the straps to my nightdress at my waist, allowing the garment to fall away and pool on the floor. Bracing one hand against the sloped ceiling of this little room, I slowly begin to bounce up and down on Peeta's dick, watching his stunned expression as I enthusiastically make love to him. This time, I don't bother to be quiet as I moan and whimper, feeling Peeta's touch burn where he is gripping my hips as he jerks up into me.

"Hurrrr…. Urrrrr… Huhhhhh! Uhhhhhh!"

We spend half of the rest of that night having sex, until, after we make each other cum again, we fall against one another in a tangle of sweat and limbs and drift off into sleep.

I always make sure to return to the room Prim and I share before dawn every morning, once Peeta has finished having his way with me. This pre-dawn, I slip into the bedroom and adjust my nightgown around myself. I still feel stickiness in the space between my thighs so I hike up my nightdress around my slim hips to examine my womanhood by the light of the graying dawn.

My femininity is red, angry and saturated with his cum, in a clear sign that he has been with me. That he has fucked me. I quickly set about cleansing myself of the dribbles of semen with my fingers.

I jump, freezing, as I hear the groaning of my baby sister stirring. Cerulean eyes blinking, she slowly sits up.

"Katty?"

"Sssssh!" I hiss desperately, too late letting my nightskirts drop to conceal my defiled beauty. "Go back to sleep, Primrose."

My baby sister is not so easily fooled. She sits up in the bed we share (well, more accurately, have not been sharing, as I've been sharing a bed with someone else lately), frowning. "Katniss... did you have a wet dream?"

I freeze, cheeks blossoming pink. I haven't wet the bed since I was half Prim's age, and I've certainly never cum all over myself while stuck in lustful dreams about a man. Until recently, sexual urges were something... an inconvenience to indulge in to get it out of the way. I've touched myself before, without trying to place any emotion or lust behind it, but wet dreams? ... "Yes," I lie, for it's better than the truth.

Prim frowns, skeptical, then rather, self-evidently, she points to the door to the adjacent bathroom – all the way on the other side of the room and very clearly not the door I just came through. More color arises in my cheeks, and then I nearly choke when Prim asks me, point-blank:

"Have you been fucking Rye Mellark?"

"Primrose Cyan!" I admonish her with her full name, even as by now, I must look like one of the tomatoes the greengrocer sells to us. "No, I have not been, and even if I were, the more polite term would be 'sleeping with,' or 'making love.'"

Prim makes another face. "The Baker, then? Is that why he bought you as an indentured from the Home?"

"No," my face roils in disgust at the thought of bedding a man two and a half times my age. Prim is still scrutinizing me; she clearly won't leave this alone, so I sigh and come clean. "Peeta. I've been... sleeping with Peeta."

Prim gasps, her face alighting with what might be approval at best, happiness at worst. Her grin becomes impish. "You like him,"she guesses, teasing.

"I..." I float over to the bed and sink down on the coverlet. "Prim... when a man and a woman have certain feelings of..." I falter, certainly never imagining that this would be the way I gave my sister the Talk.

"Love,"Prim guesses. I bristle, even as my heart patters against my ribcage, partly in fear. Even though I've gone to him and had him in his bed every night since Prim came home, that doesn't mean I... love this man. Does it? Prim sees my hesitancy, and amends it with, "Lust. Desire."Though she seems disappointed.

"Desire," I latch on. "They are sometimes compelled to express it by..."

"Having sex," Prim finishes.

I frown hard. "Making love," I amend loftily. A pause and then: "What did they teach you in the Community Home?"

Prim merely rolls her eyes. "I know about the birds and the bees, Katty."Deciphering my look, she adds. "And it wasn't from hands-on learning, if that's what you're wondering!" I'm relieved at how repulsed she looks at the very thought.

"Thank the State," I sigh. When Prim still watches me expectantly, I continue. "A man and a woman make love when they desire each other."

"And you want Peeta," Prim squeaks. I wriggle, uncomfortable talking about this, even with her.

"Well... he is a gentleman, and he has been very... attentive to me."

"That means he's a good lover," Prim interprets. "I'm happy for you." A slight pause, and then: "Does this mean you and Peeta are going to get married?"

I nearly make a noise of fear and I try to banish the idea of becoming a bride from my mind. Too much, too fast! Swinging into bed, I roll over and face the wall. "Goodnight, Prim."

Prim finally lets the conversation drop, murmuring, "Goodnight."