Part I has been revised so it might be worth a revisit before reading Part II, and it's been 84 years.
My goal is to post Part III in sooner time than it took me to finish Part II. Fingers are crossed!
Thank you to SponsorMusings, Court81981, and Fnur for pre-reading and beta work! Your encouragement, suggestions, and straight talk really helped improve this chapter, in my mind anyway :)
I stumble away from the train track, stomping on the wildflowers as I head to my truck and put it in gear. I roll the steering wheel, aiming back on the highway towards Tributeton but I do not want to go home. I drive aimlessly on the roads, burning up enough fuel to get away and yet not enough to get stuck somewhere. I find a place to park off of the main road so I can stare at the sky as it turns dark until I am expected at home.
I consider Katniss' head space. What changed? What is going on? Why did she end things? Was it her dad? Was she under pressure from her family? Did she get another lecture about the color of loyalty?
I am plagued by the questions bouncing around my mind. I miss her already. I felt like I had finally broken through her tough exterior, only to have her slip away again.
Throughout the week, I am inconsolable. My brothers notice the change in my mood, but it's fairly easy to keep to myself. My parents are oblivious to my despair. I'm so low that I can't even bring myself to sketch. I don't have much of an appetite either, but I eat enough to keep going.
Both of my brothers try to cheer me up for a week. I never really shared what was going between Katniss and me with them, so they don't know or understand the source of my ire and I'm certainly not going to talk about it now. Maybe it wasn't anything in the first place. Maybe I was wrong.
"Hey little bro, do you wanna come out with us tonight?" Piers says.
"Yeah – something to break you out of whatever funk you've been in since last weekend," Paul adds.
"Where are you going?" I ask with mild curiosity.
"Anywhere we can find trouble. Probably start out at Sae's and see where that leads," Piers says.
"Nah. I think I'll just stay here," I say. I wouldn't want to go anywhere near Sae's anyway. They head out on Friday night, without me.
I don't sleep well. Maybe I should have joined them. Paul's kind of an ass, but Piers can be funny and good company. When I reach the bakery on Saturday morning, they are boisterously gossiping about something. My ears perk up when I hear 'Hawthorne' and 'Everdeen' waft over the room.
"What?" I croak?
Paul and Piers turn to notice me in the kitchen, for the first time. "Um, we saw Hawthorne and Everdeen out at Sae's for dinner. Seemed pretty cozy," Paul observes.
"Like a date?" I inquire.
"Dunno, it was just the two of them and they weren't speaking much," Piers continues.
This revelation sends me into a spiral all day. Were they on a date? Are they being forced into a relationship? Has she kissed him? Did she like it?
I go to White's Liquor store as soon as I've scrubbed the dough and frosting from my hands. The options are somewhat overwhelming, so I start looking at the prices. I select a mid-range whiskey, and approach the counter with my brother's old ID. We look close enough with our goofy grins, mop of blond hair, and blue eyes - never mind that my jaw is more square than his.
I wait nervously in line as the town drunk Haymitch Abernathy stumbles into the store. He's paunchy and middle-aged, already staggering at 4 p.m. He's here to pick up more of the jug vodka from the bottom shelf, no doubt. He grabs his intended purchase and squints at me. His old eyes flash in recognition.
"Look at him! Look at this one." Haymitch gestures to me but addresses the store clerk.
I release an uneasy laugh and clear my throat.
"You're the baker's kid, aren't you? The youngest one?"
"Erm, no, I'm Piers," I stammer.
"You are not, boy. You're too young to be in here. Git," Haymitch warns.
I open my mouth to protest, thinking I can talk my way out of this one too.
"Look, I like you. You've got lots of spunk tryin' to buy n'all, but get outta here." Haymitch says.
Dejected, I make my way back home. I trudge up the stairs to the living room and flip on the television, looking for something else to numb my mind. Paul is at the table, eating a sandwich.
"I'm going to leave if you turn on a sappy movie. I can't take much more of your depression," Paul says. "What happened to the sunny, happy Peeta from a few weeks ago?"
I consider telling him that guy got dumped, but pivot to the TV instead. As I scroll through the channels, something catches my eye.
An animated blue arrow whizzes across the screen and hits the bullseye on a target with flourish. The camera pans to the archer and I expect to see Katniss, pride of the family after all. I'm surprised to say the least when it's a handsome bronze-haired guy standing there instead.
"Were you expecting someone else?" he jokes to the camera. He looks vaguely familiar, yet I can't quite place him.
"I'm Finnick Odair, winner of the gold medal in the 10m platform ten years ago. To keep hitting my mark after all of this time, I shop at Bow Brothers in Tributeton. And you should, too," he says. He flashes a mega-watt smile and saunters off screen. The view fades to the Everdeen and Hawthorne patriarchs, with their children on either side of them. Katniss looks horrified to be in this corny commercial.
"We're a full line archery shop and range! Come see our fine selection of bows and crossbows for men, women, and youngin's," John Everdeen says.
Disgusted, I snap off the TV. I have no interest in hearing anything else that man has to say and reluctantly relinquish my glimpse of Katniss.
"Whoa? Was that Finnick Odair? If they're pulling in the hometown celebrities...the shop must be doing well, or they're trying to look that way," Paul says.
"Whatever, I guess," I respond curtly.
"What is up with you, man? A few weeks ago, you were annoyingly chipper and since then, you've been all Broody McDarkness," Paul says.
"What? Are suddenly concerned for me? Don't you have something else to do?" I retort.
"Look man, maybe you don't want to talk about it with me, but find somebody to open up to. You're a wreck," Paul says.
That's just it though. I did open up to someone and she shut the door on my face. I disappear into my room for the next and the entire day, sleeping as much of my only day off as possible.
I work all week. Work. Sleep. Work again. I think it is Saturday again, but it doesn't matter – it's all the same. Sundays aren't special anymore. My thoughts are broken by a patter on the window and I realize I'm about to burn the tray of loaves in the oven. Is that rain? I have been lost in thought; it must have been pouring for a while. It's probably been dry the last few weeks but I have not really noticed. A summer rainstorm is a rare, beautiful thing. I wonder if our pool out at Parachute Falls would fill from this shower. There are puddles forming in the backyard when I spy a figure huddling outside. I peer out into the steamy rain. It's a girl and she's clutching herself, soaked to the bone, under the branches of the ancient apple tree along the back fence. I stiffen.
It's Katniss.
I step out the back door, staying under the eaves, and watch her. She approaches me slowly, like wounded prey, through the downpour, sloshing in the puddles, and finally reaching the relative shelter of the building.
It stings to look at her now, with concern etched on her face instead of the annoyance I last saw there. Why is she here now? Is she here to hurt me some more? Has she changed her mind? I cross my arms, stare her down, and wait for her to speak.
"Peeta, it was an act," she says.
I look down as my heart sinks and hold out for more of an explanation-because frankly, that bit of information doesn't help. What was an act? Was she acting with me? Acting with Gale? Which part was real?
"I couldn't stop seeing your face as I drove away. Knowing I caused that pain. I cut you loose because of my family. My dad, specifically. He's trying to convince me into sticking it out with Gale. Not to mention, this ...thing..." - she waves between me and her - "happening here is new for me."
I open my mouth to speak but she barrels on with her reasons.
"I've never had this type of...relationship. I wasn't sure what happens next. I mean, I have an idea but it's the other part that scares me more. The idea of giving my heart to someone makes me feel vulnerable and I was always raised to stay tough. So Gale seemed like a safer choice. I know him, he's familiar," she rationalizes.
"My dad was scared that I'd break up the store or something, but he's just a big fat hypocrite. He and Mom broke tradition when she chose him over her family. In fact, it was your dad she was supposed to marry, did you know that?" she says.
Surprise washes over me. My dad? "No, I didn't. I mean, I didn't know that my dad was involved with your mom. I knew that your mom married into the Lenape tribe. My dad doesn't ever talk about his life before marriage," I offer. "Here's the thing though, why would he guilt you into marrying someone when he fought so hard for your mom when they were young?" I ask. I know my gaze is lingering on her and I can't help it. She's making sense now but I can't stop this feeling in my gut.
"He was pushing us towards a life where we wouldn't be subjected to public gossip and scorn from the older generation, like how he and my mom had the different backgrounds. He had convinced himself that Gale and I would eventually click too," she explains.
"I guess the real question is what's left now? What's your big plan? Or do you agree with your dad? Does your mom have anything to say?" I ask, with a deep desire to hear her refute all of these questions.
"No. He's wrong. I don't want that," she states and I feel relieved. "I want you. I want to keep seeing you." She takes another step closer to the porch. "I kept track of you in school, in my own way. I noticed small things about you. I'm so glad we started talking. The Sundays we have been spending together have been amazing."
I'm still reeling from her previous revelations but this string of confession sends me stumbling further back on the porch, like I've been shot with one of her arrows. She wants me. She wasn't just passing time on those Sundays. She noticed me too in high school. She's happy we started talking. She enjoyed our Sundays. She wants me. The mantra keeps playing in my head.
I refocus on her trembling lip from her last statement and I notice that although the rain has stopped, she's still shivering. While relief is coursing through me, I'm sure she's chilled from the rain.
I pull her up on the porch and into the bakery kitchen immediately. She protests but I swear to her that no one will mind. "Mom's not here and my dad will stay in the front with customers." I bring her by the large oven to warm her up and set her on the counter. She strips off her drenched jacket and shuffles her hands up and down her arms. I dig around in the under cabinets for towels, but can't find anything large enough.
"I'm just going to run up the stairs and get you a big towel," I ask as I begin to back away.
"I don't want to dry off. I want you," she whispers and reaches out to me.
I take her hand and she yanks me to her, crushing our chests together. She's still cold to the touch so I wrap my arms around her frame to envelop her in a hug, saturating my own shirt in the process. I run my hand over her hair, search her eyes, wet my lips, and capture her mouth in a kiss. This kiss is not tentative like our last one-it is arresting. She broke my heart and now wants to put the pieces back together. She wants me. She wants me.
Our hands roam. I try to pull away and she squeezes my ass to bring me back closer. I explore the rest of her face and throat with my mouth. She tugs on my nape, snapping my mouth to hers. The things I want to do to her...I need to do in private. I whisper as much into her open mouth while I thrust my growing erection towards her warming body.
She places her palm on my chest to slow us down, no doubt feeling my rapid heartbeat under her hand, and pulls my eyes up to meet hers. "Peeta...I want that too. I'm mean, I can't name this feeling I have when I think about you but I know I want to be with you." She bites her lip and pauses before continuing, "you should know though, I'm a virgin," she says softly.
Her palm is still there when my heart stutters. This is too much information to process. Feelings for me? Virgin? "Oh, uh. Wow, um, how's that?" I stumble.
"Well like I said, this relationship thing is new. I want to try though, with you," she says as she draws circles into my chest with her fingers.
"Ok," I say.
"You're not though, are you?" she asks.
"Ummmm, well no," I confess. "I….I never dreamed that I'd talk with you, let alone get to this point here. So I noticed other girls and I found myself a girlfriend last year. The relationship ended though."
Disappointment flashes in her eyes but then curiosity seems to take over. I catch my breath and say "I hope you understand that I would have wanted you to be my first too, but we weren't even on speaking terms before this summer." She nods in understanding.
"I want to too," I say. "But where? We'd want more um….privacy….than we'd get out at the falls, especially since we interrupted last time. The bakery is usually pretty crowded and I doubt we can go to your house."
She seems to ponder the situation and chewing on her lower lip, "We should get a room. You know, go somewhere tomorrow and get a room. If you want to."
"Katniss, I've wanted you forever and I can wait even longer. When you're ready though - I want to take my time with you," I say.
"I want to…with you," she declares. "I want you to be my first."
I curl my fingers into her hair and guide her lips to mine, sealing her offer with a kiss. My mind spins, she wants her first time to be with me. She wants to give me her virginity. Katniss Everdeen wants to have sex with me!
We part reluctantly after she's warmed up and her clothes are dry. I escort her to her car for one last kiss until tomorrow. I take an extra-long shower that night and another one the next morning. I'm not taking any chances in disappointing her. I want to make this good for her and Katniss deserves more than a three-pump chump.
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Katniss meets me at the high school to park her car for the day. It's a much lower profile place than Sae's Diner.
"It's not an obvious spot my dad or Gale would check," she claims as she hops in to my FJ.
She leans across the center console for a quick kiss. I turn my attention to the road and navigate to the highway, heading east.
"How far are we going?" she asks, her hand twitching on her braid.
"Arenasport - have you ever been? It's still in Panem County, but far away enough from Tributeton that we shouldn't run in to anyone," I say.
"A few times, it's been a while though. It's not too far though, right?" Katniss asks.
"Near and yet far enough away. And well there's only two places that I'd even consider taking you," I say. "I called both managers ahead of time for check-in times and whatnot. I figured we could check in right at 11am and leave by 5pm to not arouse any suspicions with our families. I talked to Seneca Crane at Cavern Lodge and Plutarch Heavensbee at Sundial Suites, which is right on the lake. So do you want mountains or a lake view?" I offer.
"Which was cheaper?
"Cavern Lodge," I say.
"Mountains it is then, we need to save our money for more Sundays, "she says with anxious laughter.
"You got it. Where does your family think you are today?" I ask.
"Hanging out with Bristel."
"I didn't know you were that close," I say.
"We aren't, but I don't anticipate that she'll run into my dad and he'll think it's great – me making friends with other girls from the tribal council meetings."
"Are you active?"
"Yes and no – Dad likes to keep the profile up among the other Lenape groups. He thinks it's good for business. I just like having someone else to talk to."
Nervous anticipation settles over us on the drive.
We reach the Cavern Lodge before too long and I park out front. I check in to the room after minimal conversation with the manager.
I pull the truck around back and we unlock the door to Room 12.
She follows me into the room and locks the door as I pull the top bedspread off, and toss it in the corner of the room. I turn to face her. I see the skepticism in her features and I want to smooth it away. This isn't exactly the bed of roses I had in mind either, but our options are limited since neither of our families would approve of what I hope is about to happen.
I walk around the space to adjust the lamps for mood lighting, thinking of something to remove the small scowl on her face.
"It's cozy," I say, assessing the room and trying to lighten the sudden weight in the room. "But it's probably not what you dreamed of for this."
She's quiet as she looks around the room and then turns her bright gray eyes back to me. "I didn't dream of anything, really—just you." She shrugs and smiles. "It's fine. I mean, I'm a simple girl and I don't need anything fancy—just somewhere private, somewhere no one else knows us, somewhere you can keep kissing me like yesterday."
Her acceptance grounds me, "That, I can do," I say as I take her hand and return a smile back to her face.
I cup her cheek and bring her face closer to mine, her eyelids sliding shut. Ghosting my lips over hers, I give a light kiss. Even lighter than our first kiss. Just a whisper of a kiss to bring us back into the moment. She stands still, keeping her eyes closed as I dot kisses on her face and reach for the hem of her tank top. I place a kiss to each of her eyes and cheeks as I roll up her top off of her in an agonizing progression. I then turn to her shorts and unfasten them one button at a time, my kisses traveling to her shoulders and collarbone.
I take just a few seconds to yank off my own shirt and divest myself of my shorts. I strip the second quilt off the bed, clutch her to me and tip us over, so that we fall onto the crisp, clean sheets.
The movement catches her off guard but she's quick to adjust to our new position and clings tight to me.
She's magnificent in my arms. I saw just about this much skin in her bikini and reach forward to slip off her bra strap to reveal more. She reaches behind to unclasp her bra. My imagination did not do the rest of her justice, as I'm awed by her pert breasts and dusky nipples. I reach out to cup her breasts while she grapples with my underwear. I pause to remove her panties, slipping her lean legs out of them one at a time. I take a deep breath before pulling my own down and gauge her reaction to my semi-hard cock.
"So…what's next?" she asks with a nervous lilt in her voice and staring at my groin. "Do we just start fucking?"
I laugh out loud and it brings the grin back to her face, "Eventually. We do have a few hours though."
I kiss her again to ease any remaining butterflies. I use my tongue to gather the last of her doubts and swallow them down. Our kisses grow hungrier as our hands roam on each other's bare bodies. I familiarize myself with her skin with a rub here and a pinch there, ensuring that I have clearance to touch her anywhere. My cock slides against the soft flesh of her thigh when it's not digging into her hip. Her skin is so much softer that I'd imagined. The head of my cock slips through her coarse hairs a few times and I have to bite back a giggle at how ticklish it is.
"Katniss, I want to make this good for you first." I tell more than ask and she hums in approval.
I'm eager but I want to do this right, to make her feel good before anything else. I pin her naked body down with kisses. I have her left nipple in my mouth as my right hand seeks out her center. She's unbelievably warm, wet, and tight. If she feels this good around my finger, I can only imagine what it feel like to take her fully. I test angles and pressures to see what she responds to best. When she sings out and arches her breast into my mouth, I know I've hit the spot. I add another finger to help prepare her for what's next.
She's trapped under my torso as I work her. I sneak a peek up at her while she's enjoying the attention. I credit my brothers' passed-along tips more so than my own experience - but actually stroking Katniss makes me want to do this perfect for her.
I've got my thumb pressing hard on her clit and three fingers stroking the spot that simultaneously makes her thighs clench and relax. She chants my name as I bite softly on her nipple, overloading her body with sensation. She comes with a glorious gasp and her eyelashes flutter shut. Her walls quake around my fingers, squeezing and coating them with the after-effects of her orgasm.
"I guess that was okay?" I ask as I hover near her face.
She hums and presses lazy kisses back to my mouth in response.
I give her some time to recover as I reach for the strip of condoms. She's still dazed as she stops me with one hand and reaches for my erection with the other. She uses feather light-strokes along my length and looks deep into my eyes.
"No, Peeta, just you. My mom put me on the pill years ago to help with my cycle."
"But Katniss...I...I don't think I'll last long. I mean, I'm clean and clear - it's just that you feel so good, so..." she lifts up and kisses me to stop my words by giving my lips something else to do. I lick her tongue and dart toward her for more as she pulls away.
"Peeta, we have all the time in the world and I just want to feel you, all of you. And I want it now," she demands.
When I hesitate she adds, "Did you use a condom with the other girl?"
I nod.
"Well I want it to be different with me, since I'm not your first," she says.
Well what Katniss wants, Katniss gets. Okay, so time for Plan B. I need to make this last as long as possible for both of us. I have an idea.
She lies back on the bed, spreads her legs, and plants her feet on the sheets. She's beautiful and all mine. I lean down for another kiss. I raise back up and grasp her trembling thighs, pulling her closer to the edge of the bed. I'm still rock-hard and she's so wet, so guidance isn't necessary. I plunge into her with one swift motion, maintaining eye contact, and hold us there for just a moment. Her sharp intake of breath is enough for me to put my next move in motion. I quickly retreat, and bend down to lick at her slit from bottom to top - soothing away at the spot of intrusion. She cries out at the loss initially and then hums in pleasure with my mouth on her.
I repeat the motions, thrust, lick, thrust, lick, thrust, lick. It's slow and I'm aching. Her hips follow my ebb, trying to keep me fully inside of her, but this is too important to finish hastily.
Katniss is sprawled out as I continue to alternate diving into her with my tongue and cock. Her whines raise in pitch as I finally urge her legs over my forearms and focus on snapping my hips into hers, pinning her in place. I'm all in now; her body has fully accepted mine and she's moaning into the sheets as I vault her body into the pillows. I free my right hand from her left leg, to reach down and rub tight circles on her clit to induce another orgasm. I plead with my eyes for her release to begin as I start to feel her clamping down on me again.
"Peeta, Peeta, Peeta" she calls out as her orgasm rolls through her.
I hold steady to freeze this moment for her. Once I see the wave crest over her, from her toes curling, calves flexing, hips tilting into mine, arms flailing, and I'm finally free to let go. I unload into her in long spurts, my cock twitching as it empties. I collapse on the bed and curl her to me, whispering her name in her ear.
I eventually amble to the bathroom and return with a warm washcloth for her and myself. She throws on my t-shirt. I put my boxer-briefs back on. We eat, suddenly starving for the picnic lunch I packed us. I'm in middle of my last sandwich bite when Katniss suddenly reaches out and grabs my flaccid cock.
"I want to try that again," she demands.
"Hold up there, give me a minute," I say, though it's really not necessary. I can feel the blood speeding down under her grip. When she starts pumping, I have to remove her palm from me. I dip two fingers into her for a distraction, to see if she's as ready as she thinks she is. Katniss extracts them and pulls them into her mouth, along her tongue," I like the way we taste."
"Fuck," is all I can really mutter as I struggle out of my underwear.
"Precisely," she says as she pulls my shirt off and reclines on the bed, beckoning me to follow.
Katniss extends her legs just enough to let me enter her, giving me a tight fit in her while I scoot her body up the bed. My body is farther up than last time, with my arms gripping under her shoulders and our pelvises aligned. Her legs are bent on either side of me and her hips are tilted up. I thrust down and her whole body shudders, the base of my shaft maintains constant contact with her clit. Her cries confirm it as I continue rocking into her while she trusts upwards.
It's even slower than the first time, with our moves and countermoves balancing one another. My mouth is attached to her collarbone and I just might leave a mark. Her nails trade off between scratching at my lower back and neck. Her agreements with this position echo in my ear and around the room. It's not long before she's thrusting hard up into my hips and crying out my name and I'm silently begging for my own release. I feel her seize up on my cock and her entire body stills. I erupt into her, spraying my load and filling her to the brim.
I collapse on to her, the sweat between our bodies collecting and bonding us.
"I like that too," she breathes with sated breaths into my ear. It takes all the energy I have to nod into the pillow, my sweat-dampened hair scraping across the linens. I feel myself softening and slipping out of her.
"C'mon, let's go rinse off." I say after regaining my composure.
After two rounds, we reek of sex, and I don't dare return her or myself home in this condition. Begrudgingly, I get her on her feet and shuffle her into the bathroom. She uses the toilet and turns on the shower for us.
We crowd into the shower and stand in the tub, trading off time under the spray. The water wakes her up too and she asks for the soap.
"Gotta get all this Peeta off of me, don't you know my dad will smell my happiness?" she jokes as she spreads the suds across her torso and hands me the bar. She turns to face the wall, indicating that it's my turn to rinse. Gliding the soap bar over her slippery skin on her back, it's difficult to not imagine taking her one more time, but I know she's still recovering. I probably shouldn't have given in earlier, but she wanted more and I could not deny her.
"Lucky for me, my mother has an awful sense of smell," I say and soap in quick, broad strokes to get us out of here and back on the road soon.
We return home giddy, tired and thoroughly fucked, promising to meet up again next Sunday. We both walk to my truck a little funny, the first full strides we've taken since arriving here. When I get home, I need to ice my knee from all of the activity today - but it's worth it.
I'm caught in a daydream during the week in the bakery. My faith in Katniss has been restored. She's in this now. What this is though, I'm not sure. It's a secret, but for how long? The summer won't last forever; they only have nine more weeks in this summer bubble. I consider it but decide I don't care. As long as I can keep her panting my name, I'll be okay.
This first week between our trysts is the worst. I am torn between wanting a release and wanting to save it all for her. Even with all of the delicious aromas in the bakery, of cinnamon rolls, fresh bread, muffins, and cakes - it doesn't compare to her scent or taste. I often drift off while kneading the dough and have to remind myself where I am before my imagination carries me away to Room 12 at the Cavern Lodge. As soon as my shift ends every afternoon, I give into temptation and work through my fantasies in the shower. It's probably better this way and it might help out on Sundays.
I drive into the parking lot and catch a glimpse of her waiting by her car. I pull up alongside her and get a closer look. Her hair is flowing in waves on her shoulders instead of in her usual braid. She's gorgeous in a simple white tank top and floral skirt that skims her knees. It's the most feminine thing I've seen her wear and it's almost like she wrapped herself up in a pretty package, just for me. She hops into the truck, kisses my cheek, and lays her head on my shoulder as we head out of town.
Katniss is quiet until we reach the county line and then turns to me, "I've spent years denying myself things like relationships, and I kick myself for not talking to you in high school. Now we're here and in this - and it feels so impossibly good. I don't want to stop." She takes a deep breath and continues, "I want it all. I want to be on top, on bottom, sideways, in the shower, upside down. I don't care. I want it every way and anyway possible with you. This past week, in between our hours at the motel, has given me some crazy ideas," she divulges with excitement.
I absorb this revelation and it's everything I've wanted to hear over the last week. We sent minimal texts for fear of being exposed by her dad, so hearing her express her commitment to this…fling...or whatever it is, calms me.
"Me too. I mean, I think about it constantly, think about you constantly. What did you want to do next?" I ask.
She considers the question and then finds her voice. "I liked your mouth on me the first time. I want to try my mouth on you."
I cough violently, hit with the vision of my cock sliding in and out her perfect mouth.
"I also want to try being on top." She smiles and adds, "It looked fun."
We arrive at the motel. I go in and pay for our same room while she waits in the truck. I try my best to avoid the lingering stare of the creepy manager.
We rush into Room 12. She reaches over the dresser to flick on the light, when I grab her and spin her to me. I clutch her chest to mine, grasp her face with my right hand and start pressing kisses to her mouth until she accepts my tongue. While our mouths are occupied, I reach down and grip her legs to wrap them around me and hoist her up to the ledge. I paw at her ass, bringing her center closer to me. I can feel her wanting heat seeping through the layers between us. I waste no more time before freeing my erection, shifting her underwear to the side and pistoning into her. We release audible groans as I set a fast pace. I shift my face to the side of hers, to give myself more leverage in these thrusts but also to be careful not to smash my head into the mirror. I concentrate my attention on her earlobe, grazing it with my teeth as my hips do the rest of the work.
My shorts are sagging mid-thigh; a pocket must be caught on a drawer pull or something to not have fallen to the floor already. Katniss' skirt is hiked up around her waist as I drive into her. I can feel the rough leather of her sandals digging into my back and I bang my knees against the cheap furniture. Thank god it's not real mahogany.
She suddenly pushes me back and I try not to trip out of my shorts. I fall on to the bed and she stalks towards me, removing her tank top along the way.
"Too fast," she huffs. "We're going too fast. I want it to last a little longer."
I'm about to lose control anyway so I'm grateful for the reprieve. She did say she wanted to be on top, after all. I shrug my shorts and boxer-briefs the rest of the way down my legs as she slips off her skirt and underwear. She climbs over me and leans down to lick her way into my mouth. Her hair fans out over us, but I peek down to see her mount me and sink down on my cock, reconnecting us.
"Like this, this is what I wanted to try," she says as her spine straightens.
I gladly accept the view of her breasts swaying as she bounces and finds her own rhythm. It's not long before her thrusts become shorter and she's more or less dragging her clit across my pubic bone to get off. I dig my fingers into her thighs to hold her to me, letting her ride out her orgasm. She comes with long moan and collapses on to my chest.
"After last week, I was sore…you know, but it turned into a longing," she admits as she raises up and plants her palms on my chest.
"You longed for me?" I ask as I stifle a laugh, "Katniss Everdeen longed for Peeta Mellark." I thrust upwards, serving as a reminder that I'm still very hard within her.
"Huh?" Katniss asks and responds to my movements, undulating her hips into mine.
Still fighting back my pun, I pull her to me. "Nevermind, c'mere."
From my supine position, I use a wrestling move to flip her to her back and pound her into the mattress. She strokes my shoulders and back with her fingertips, encouraging me until I reach completion. I realize we're not always going to finish together like the first time, but as long as she finishes first I don't care.
After a brief clean up and lazy stripping of remaining clothing items, we take a few bites of lunch and curl up on the bed, too exhausted for conversation from the highly active sex. I have the presence of mind to throw a sheet over our naked bodies before we drift off for a nap.
I'm later awoken by her tongue tickling on my still resting cock. I shake the fog from my head for a moment and stare down at her, as she's crouched between my legs. I pull her up to me.
"What's this?"
"I told you, I wanted to try this too. Do you have any pointers?" she asks as she slinks back down.
My breath hitches as she reaches for my cock again.
"Anything would feel fantastic but….um….just don't bite me?"
Just thinking about the things we will do to one another has the blood flowing and raising my cock as it juts towards her. Just two months ago, she swore she wouldn't be doing this and now she's experimenting with different tongue strokes and suction on my eager cock. Her small hands grip the base while she alternates focusing on the tip and attempting to take all of me in her mouth. She's covering her teeth to pop me in and out, but also letting the ridge catch on her incisors when she tilts her head to the side.
"That feels so good, Katniss, so good," I manage.
She hums in appreciation on my cock and I feel my balls tighten. "Katniss – I'm coming," I say as I nudge her shoulder. She swats my hand away and takes me further into her mouth. The hand she had on my shaft switches to grab my balls and I cannot hold back any longer. I release down her throat and she greedily swallows every drop.
I return the favor for her and find myself hard again. I'm always hard for Katniss.
She spies my erection and raises an eyebrow, taunting me to decide how we'll do this next.
I look beyond her to catch the time on the nightstand clock and offer a suggestion, "C'mon, I have an idea on how to multitask the next hour before we have to go."
I lead her to the bathroom and start the water. I urge her to hop in before it gets cold. I press on her lower back to bend her slightly before running my fingers between her thighs, and find her still very much ready for me. I take my cock in hand and rub it against her rump, finding her center and plunging within her quickly. She throws her arms out to steady herself against my demanding thrusts. Her hands are on the tile while my fingers are branding her hips, pulling her to me as I rapidly approach my limits.
"Touch yourself," I command. I know I cannot reach her clit and hang on to keep us upright, plus the thought of Katniss touching herself is unbelievably hot.
She removes a shaky hand from the wall and I watch it disappear between her legs. From the way her walls relax on my cock, I know she's zoned in on her clit. I continue to pump into her while the showers spray rains on my back. She begins to bump back into me as I pump into her. She comes fast and hard, her orgasm triggering my own as I sputter into her. We rinse off in the remaining minutes of lukewarm water, making ourselves presentable again for our families. We locate our clothes strewn about the room, and gorge of the rest of the picnic basket.
Between the dresser and the shower, my knees are shot for the day. They are definitely great positions, worth revisiting, but all of this standing sex is hell on my knees. The ice on my joints is a chilly reminder that I can't keep this up for long. I'm going to lobby for more time on the bed next weekend – I'm sure she won't mind.
Paul and Piers both find ways to comment about my change in disposition from "Broody McDarkness" to "space cadet" and a few other "Earth to Peeta" moments. It doesn't matter. My mind is stuck in the next county, with Katniss and I'm counting the hours until we can be there together again.
We text a little more each day, some are flirty and others are getting heavier. She has always fascinated me but learning all of these new facets of her deepens my feelings for her. I make a mental note to talk about her fall schedule and what that will mean for us. I guess we can have long weekends together once school starts – all the more reason to take advantage of the time we have now. Knowing that our time might be limited doesn't halt the feeling that I'm falling for her, instead it is intensified. She's not just the girl I studied in history class but is now the woman that has completely captivated my heart.
Next Sunday, she's wearing a short denim skirt and a different tank top. Where does she keep getting these clothes?
Our 45-minute ride to Arenasport quickly turns into a game of how much we can actually do while keeping the truck on the road. It starts off innocently enough with Katniss' finger dragging up my forearm, connecting the freckles there. From there, she slips her hand under my shirt to rub against my belly.
"I haven't stopped thinking about your mouth," she starts as she draws her fingertips around my lips.
"I haven't stopped thinking about your perfect tits," I return, my left hand on the steering wheel and the other reaching for her left breast.
"These tits?" she asks with one hand palming her right breast. A smirk settles over her face as she pulls her other hand away from me to reach under her shirt and unclasp her bra. She hangs the trophy on my rearview mirror.
"I keep tasting your cock in my mouth," she says as her hand dives past my waistband. I twitch in response and spurs her to grip it tighter.
I shove my hand up her skirt to seek the warmth I've been missing all week. The angle is wrong but I can still feel her, already soaking through her cotton panties.
Her hand circles my rising swollen flesh and I pump a finger into her to mimic the tease.
She manages to undo my button and zipper, allowing her more access in the confines that exist while he continue down the road. I've now got two fingers in her but can't reach her clit too from this angle. Her lips are suctioned to my neck as she rides my hand and pumps my girth.
We nearly miss the turn off to the motel since we are so preoccupied. I hand cash over to Katniss to get the room key from the front desk clerk. I wait in the truck because I can't face anyone with this massive boner. I drive around to 12 and wait for her to come around the corner.
"You didn't tell me about that guy's crazy goatee," she exclaims upon entry to our room.
I silence her with a series of urgent kisses. "Now, I need you now," I beg. She nods and turns towards the bed.
I swing the door closed after we're both in the room, but I'm so desperate to get inside her I don't think to lock it.
My pants are barely stripped down to my thighs before I have her bent over the bed, facing the headboard, on her hands and knees. I'm beginning to like these flirty skirts-they allow for easy access and it show that she's just as eager to fuck as I am. I flip up her skirt, yank down her panties and sink into her. She grunts as I pull out and push back in again. Her shirt doesn't make it much further either, as I've got it halfway pulled up so I can palm one of her breasts. With one foot on the ground and one knee on the bed, I'm resting my full weight against her with every thrust.
I shift one arm down to wrap around her waist, holding her to me, and the other moves to furiously dial her clit, knowing my own orgasm is imminent-it's been a long week without her. Just as I feel her starting to tense, the door creaks and I suddenly feel a breeze on my backside. From my angle, I can't see the intruder's face but I know that my ass is in plain view. Katniss starts to lean out around me to see who it is, but I lock my arms around her. Thankfully, her body mostly protected by mine.
She lurches forward and I get tripped up in my pant legs, falling off the bed. I land hard on my knee, torqueing it a bit.
"Catnip?" the voice calls out.
END OF PART II.