I just reposted chapter 2, and (finally) here's chapter 3! Let me know what you think in the review section, I've been working on this chapter for awhile now and I like the way it turned out. This chapter will be more like what the rest of the story's style will be.
Peeta got a call from a number he didn't recognize, but when he heard the voice, he knew exactly who it was.
"Johanna Mason?" He asked, shocked. He hadn't heard from the wild, slightly scary girl they'd gone to school with in years. The maniacal laugh answered his question before she said another word.
"Hey! Your little girlfriend and I are at Greasy Sae's Bar, you should come join us! She's looking like a snack, I'd bang her if she asked." She yelled over the pounding music and sound of people. Peeta ran his hand over his face.
It had been a few days since that first date with Katniss, and they had another one set for tomorrow night. Of course, he would love to see her sooner. He'd dreamed about her every night since she'd contacted him, his high school crush coming back in full swing.
"Okay Jo, I'll be there in half an hour. Don't let her do anything too crazy before I get there." He told his old friend. She laughed again and hung up.
Oh boy.
Peeta put on some jeans and a fitted tshirt, feeling good about himself after working out that day.
He went to Sae's and quickly found himself lost in the crowd dancing around wildly to the song you could barely hear above the din. The gyrating bodies all around jostled his every step. He moved to the edge of the dance floor to avoid the couples groping each other and making out, only to nearly trip over the guy sucking another guy's dick at a booth in the shadows.
He moved back towards the dance floor, spotting at least two other couples in booths in that dark corner, at least one of whom were definitely fucking. He cringed at the loud moans coming out of the girl and deep grunts from the guy, moving away from the corner. The whole scene was drippingly pornographic.
His head snapped to where he could faintly hear Katniss's laugh nearby. The smile wouldn't leave his face as he trudged his way through the people to her.
When he got there, his eyebrows shot up and he was instantly hard. Johanna wasn't exaggerating.
It was indeed Katniss and Johanna Mason, and Katniss looked absolutely fuckable. Her nearly see-through crop top accented her waist and the skirt - if you could call it that it was so short - showed off her smooth tan legs just covering the curve of her ass. The dark waves of her long hair brushed her hips as she swayed to the beat.
"Katniss?" Peeta had to shout her name several times before the two girls turned around.
"Peeta!" Katniss screamed, a huge smile on her face. Peeta was given a glimpse of her scantily-clad ass as she slid off the stool to give him a lingering hug. He held onto her tightly for a second longer before releasing her. Holding her at arms length, he looked her up and down while she bit her lip.
The white top barely hid her nipples, and her tiny skirt had shifted up so he could almost see a peek of her panties. She looked so damn good, he wanted to have her writhing beneath him right there in the club. She jutted out her chest, looking at him with a flirty smile - a look he'd never seen on her and never wanted to go away. His thoughts were interrupted by Jo kicking his thigh from her stool. He rolled his eyes over to her.
"Hi Johanna, it's good to see you." He yelled at her, who grinned and waved. The lesbian was looking the part in all black, her short spiky hair pointing every direction and a flannel tied around her hips.
"Your girlfriend can't hold her whiskey!" She yelled, reaching behind her to the bar to grab the glass there. She handed it to Peeta. "Want some?"
Given their appearances tonight, the likelihood of someone drugging the drink while the girls weren't looking was too high for Peeta's taste, so he took the glass out of Jo's hand and dumped it out when they weren't looking. It was unlikely someone would notice the liquid on the ground in the short time before it evaporated, and the amount of other, less sterile fluids on every surface was much more repulsive.
"This place is like clubs in the movies," he shouted over the din. Jo gave him a sinful look.
"Sexy, right? If you had a black light in here..." She grinned at him as he cringed in disgust.
"Let's get a booth, join us!" Katniss shouted, sliding her free hand into the back pocket of Peeta's jeans and smiling up at him. The little gesture only made him more excited, and he told himself again to keep it in check. He smiled back, leading them across the room to a table in an unoccupied dim corner.
They all squeezed into the circular booth with Peeta in the middle. Jo downed the remainder of her new beverage, and started spewing words in slurred speech, which Peeta realized meant she was going to look for someone to take home as she made a beeline for a group of girls the dance floor.
Katniss shifted in the booth, and Peeta glanced over at her automatically. She was watching with a smile as her friend chat up a pretty blonde, who seemed receptive to her advances. Katniss's tiny skirt started shifting up her legs dangerously, and her red lacy underwear peeked out for a second before disappearing again. Peeta leaned over to whisper in her ear.
"Your skirt is coming up a little high there, doll." He ended with a little peck against her warm throat. Katniss giggled, the sound barely reaching his ears.
"Oh is it? Wanna see some more?" She winked, sliding along the booth towards Peeta. She straddled his thighs, her skirt moving up to accommodate the new position. Peeta let his hands fall to her bare waist to help her with her balance, his thumbs gently stroking her skin, feeling goosebumps form. The warmth of her body so close to his did things to him, and he could feel his careful control slipping away.
Katniss grabbed his hands, sliding them lower onto her now bare hips, moving them tauntingly along his thigh. Her panties were soaked through and her juices started seeping through his jeans. A guttural moan slipped past his lips, which only seemed to excite her more. Her chest was pressed right up against his face, and his head dropped down against it, making her giggle. She pushed her chest up further so that his forehead rested between her boobs. Her hands went to his chest, feeling up his muscles hidden under the tshirt, practically purring as she did so and continuing to ride his thigh. Peeta felt like he was about to lose his mind with all the tension building up in his pants. He looked up at her, finding her pupils huge as she looked down at him.
"You're teasing me so much tonight, babygirl. What's that all about?" Peeta asked hesitantly. She looked around, as if to ensure they were alone despite the crowd around them.
"I want you inside me tonight, Daddy." She whispered into his ear, her hot breath tickling his skin and her moist lips brushing the shell of his ear. "I want your cum in me."
His head fell forward against her chest as he moaned against her, hands squeezing her thighs as his hips thrust up seeking some friction. He drew in a shaky breath, trying to cool down.
"I want that too, my sweet baby, but you're drunk." He told her gently, making her whine as she rolled her hips into his. He bit back a moan. "We're gonna get you home now, okay?"
He moved his hands back up to her waist and held her away from his chest, looking into her hazy grey eyes. In response, she launched her face at him, catching him off guard. She kissed him deeply, plunging her tongue into his mouth. She tasted like a fruity drinks, sugar and salt, and he was intoxicated. He pulled away reluctantly, licking his lips and savoring the sugary taste of her tongue.
"Daddy..." Katniss whined, rocking her hips against his in an attempt to distract him. But Peeta was determined.
"No baby, we're taking you home now." He told her firmly, beginning to slide out towards the booth entrance. Katniss pouted, which admittedly was one of the cutest pouts he'd ever seen. If he hadn't made up his mind, he would easily have caved.
She squeaked when he pulled her out of the booth by her hips, and again when he picked her up effortlessly, carrying her over his shoulder towards the club's entrance.
"So strong, Daddy." She giggled, hanging upside down. He smiled, putting one hand over her exposed underwear to cover her as much as possible while weaving through the wild dancers in the direction of the door.
He jumped slightly when he felt her hands slip inside his shirt to feel the skin of his back. Her fingernails scraped along the edge of his boxers, sending a shiver down his spine. He'd found himself adjusting himself fairly often tonight, and that problem didn't seem to be going away. When they got outside, the cool rush of air helped him gather his wits, and seemed to sober her up slightly as well. He signaled for a cab, setting Katniss down and keeping her upright while he waited.
Once inside the cab, Katniss crawled across the bench to sit on his lap. Peeta indulged her, giving her a kiss on her forehead.
"Is it okay if we spend tonight at my place, baby girl? I can sleep on the couch if you want." He offered. He really didn't like the idea of her alone in her apartment tonight, especially as horny as she was.
"I don't mind... but I want you in bed with me." She trailed off into a whisper, leaning back to wink at him. He shook his head, smiling before he gave the driver his building.
"Alright, doll, whatever you want."
They pulled up in front of the building, and despite Katniss's offer to suck the driver off as payment, Peeta paid the man and walked Katniss inside.
The elevator ride was quiet, Katniss seemed to be winding down for the night and was content to be tucked under his arm with her head resting on his shoulder. He unlocked the door to his apartment, almost carrying her inside when she lost her balance.
"Do you want to take a quick shower or anything before you sleep?" He asked, closing the door behind them. Katniss nodded sleepily, moving in the direction of his bedroom doorway. When she got there, she turned around and looked at him.
"Will you help me?"
"Of course I will." He promised, tossing his keys, phone and wallet onto the table by the door. Her face brightened up, and she turned, messing with the hem of her top.
Peeta didn't have time to think before her white shirt hit him in the face. He looked up to see her wink over her shoulder, fingers already on the zipper of her skirt.
He followed her into his bedroom.
Sooooo... what do you think? This story will probably be pretty horny in most chapters, I wanted to experiment more with a sexier writing style so I'm testing that out. Let me know if you have ideas for me or suggestions for the plot, I love hearing them!