Coffee and Classics
Hey all! Thanks for all the support you've given me! It's been so gratifying to see you guys enjoy my story. Here's another fun chapter; just some sexy scenes and some fun times!
I do not own The Hunger Games.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN:
I wake up to Peeta gently shaking me. I moan a little and try to push him away, but he just laughs and trails his fingertips up and down my back, causing a tingling sensation to spread across my skin. I turn on my back and look up into the beautiful face of Peeta Mellark. He grins down on me, now trailing his fingertips across my stomach, and leans down for a kiss. But I turn at the last minute to check the clock, and he hits the corner of my mouth. The clock reads 11:30 a.m., and I smile. I told Prim I wasn't going to be back until one. I turn my face back to Peeta, a mischievous smile on my face; he looks at me a tad confused, but it fades when I lift my hand up to neck and pull his face down to mine.
Our kisses instantly become deep and frenzied. I trail my hands down Peeta's chest and dip my hands into his boxers; I gently begin to stoke up his shaft and he moans against my mouth as he unhooks my bra and rips off my panties. He pulls down his boxers and tosses him over the shoulders; however, instead of settling between my legs like he normally does he pulls me on top of him. I begin to panic, and Peeta sees it in my face.
"Don't worry love, I'll help you. I just was hoping you wanted to try it this way," he lifts his hand and pushes my some of the hair that's escaped from my braid behind my ear. I nod, nervous, and move so I'm positioned directly above Peeta's erection. Moving one hand to my hip and one hand to hold himself, he slowly pushes me down on to him. He lets out a deep groan of pleasure, and so do I. I can feel every inch of him and it's simply mouthwatering.
"Now, you can control how fast or slow you want to go, baby. Just use my hands to help you." I grip his hands and push off him and gently back down. Peeta moans, and arches his back, pushing himself deep inside me. I moan, never feeling so full before and move my hands to his chest, digging my fingernails into his pecs.
"God Katniss, you have no idea how long I've wanted to see you like this. Your body open for me, pushing yourself up and down my—" His sentence is cut off when my pace begins to speed up. Peeta grips my hips and begins to lifts his pelvis when I come down, popping me back up, as we establish a rhythm. It's not long until am about to burst.
I look down and lock eyes with Peeta; seeing his eyes so blue and full of love and lust sends me over the edge, and I climax around him. My finish sets off Peeta and thrusts upwards with one finale deep stroke and finishes, filling me. I fall down on Peeta's chest, kissing his neck and he wraps his arms around me.
"That was amazing, Katniss. I've never…wow. God, I love you more than anything in this world," he rubs his hands up and down my back and butt as we steady our breathing.
"I care for you Peeta," I whisper into his neck. "More than I can say." I nervously stare at the freckle on his neck, unable to look into his sapphire eyes. He tilts my chin up, forcing me.
"It's what you do that I care about. And you do everything right. My heart is yours, entirely, and if you'll have me, that's all that matters." He kisses me again, deeply, and I dissolve into his body.
Peeta and I arrive back at the apartment at one o'clock sharp. When we open the door we find Prim and Finnick, passed out on the couch, the TV blaring and pizza spread out all over the coffee table. Finnick's shirt is off, for some reason, and Prim is in her footie pajamas she hasn't worn since she was 9. Peeta and I look at each other and laugh. I turn off the TV and begin to shake Finnick awake violently as Peeta picks up Prim and carries her to her bedroom. It takes a few seconds, but eventually Finnick begins to stir.
"What do you want?" He groans, trying to push my arms away. I punch him instead; his eyes shoot open and he glares at me. "Fuck, Katniss. Be gentle. Like Peeta was with your first time." He smirks at me and I punch him again, glaring. He yells in pain and quickly stands up.
"How was Prim? What did you guys do? This place looks like Hell," I begin to scan the room even more. The chairs are stacked on the kitchen island, there's books strewn over the floor and what looks like a fort in the corner.
"Well first, we ordered pizza. Then, we played book bowling, which was awesome; I totally kicked Prim's ass. Then we built a fort and told scary stories. Then we drank a bunch of energy drinks and ran around and then watched TV until 8 a.m., when we both promptly fell asleep." He stretches his arms above his head, and turns and walks into the kitchen, picking up his rain jacket off the kitchen island. "It was a lot of fun, actually. Next time you need a 'babysitter' for Prim and I'm not out getting crunk and banging someone, call me up. I'd love to do it again. Tell Prim I say goodbye. Bye Peeta." He waves at Peeta as he exits Prim's room and walks towards us. Peeta waves back and Finnick walks out the door, whistling.
Peeta and I begin to clean up the apartment together; I tried to convince him that he didn't need to help but he shot me down and made the argument that it was his idea to take me away for the night so he should have to help with the aftereffects. I rolled my eyes at him but he just laughed.
Just as we finish, Prim finally walks out of her bedroom. She looks like Hell, and can't help but chuckle. She glares at me and pours herself a bowl of cereal.
"Did you have a good time with Finnick, Prim?" Peeta asks as flops down on the couch, pulling me down with him. He sits so he is horizontal; his legs spread out over the cushions and his back leaning against the arm rest and positions me between his legs, wrapping his arms around my stomach.
"It was totally epic. He's such a cool guy!" She shoves a spoonful of wheaties in her mouth and smiles as she chews. "I'm pretty sure I would be in love with him if I didn't know how he treated women." She laughs and continues eating her cereal, humming and smiling.
I lean back against Peeta's chest and he begins to kiss my neck. And it's not appropriate, friendly kissing; his tongue slides over my skin and his lips suck loudly. My skins tingles, but I have to stop him.
"Peeta. What are you doing? Prim is five feet away from us." I try to move away but he holds me close to him.
"I need to be inside you, Katniss. I can't explain it, but I need you." My flushes and I'm instantly turned on by his words. How the fuck does he say everything right? I want to jump on him and bury him inside me, but I can't right now. I've got shit to do and Prim would be scarred for life. So I stand up, prying his arms off me. I see Peeta's already hard and I lift one of my eyebrows at him.
"Settle down boy." I whisper into his ear, nibbling on the lobe. He groans.
"That was just mean!" He whisper yells at me, smiling, as I walk away from him.
"Bitch, we're going to the bar!" Johanna yells as she pushes past me and into my apartment. Peeta is sitting on couch reading The Grapes of Wrath, and looks up at me. I shrug and turn to follow Johanna who walked straight into my room. When I arrive, I see that she's thrown my clothes and shoes all around my room; I glare at her, but she just continues to search in my dresser and closet. Eventually, she pulls out black skinny jeans and a shiny purple tank-top—something she bought me last year for my birthday and I've never worn. She leans down a picks up a pair of black heels on the floor—a gift from Prim that I've never worn either.
"I don't want to go to the bar. And I'm definitely not wearing that."
"Fine, then we'll go to a club. And yes, you are wearing this. Peeta is coming too, obviously," she says, waving her hand towards the door. Peeta leans against the frame, watching the two of us with a smirk on his face. I glare at him and turn back to Johanna.
"Why do you even want to go to the club? It's not like you're going to pick up a guy, you're basically with Gale." She shakes her head and places the outfit on my bed.
"We're not together. And he's still hung up on Madge, anyway. So I am going out tonight, and I am getting me a man, and we are going to bang until my eyes pop out of my head. A good one night stand. Peeta knows what I'm talking about." Sometimes, I seriously want to slap her.
"Actually, Johanna, I don't." Peeta says, walking into the room and sitting down on my bed, next to my outfit. "I've never had a one night stand. And I don't recommend that you have one tonight. Gale might get pissed." Johanna rolls her eyes.
"Let him get pissed. And not having a one night stand is damn shame. You too, Katniss. I mean, Jesus, don't you ever see someone you just want to fuck deeply and then walk away and never see again?"
Peeta and I both shake our heads.
"You guys are fucking morons." She huffs her hair out of her eyes and places her hands on her hips. "But you are both coming tonight. Peeta, wear something sexy, like a light blue button-up shirt, to make your eyes pop, of course, and some dark blue jeans; Katniss will need someone sexy to grind up on." He looks up at me, trying to figure out what to say.
We should probably just say yes so she will shut the fuck up. Peeta seems to understand.
"Fine, we will go," he says finally, looking back to Johanna.
"I knew you would! I will be here at nine! And you better be fucking ready, and not fucking." She runs out of my room and a few seconds later I hear the front door slam. I roll my eyes and flop down on my bed, next to Peeta.
"It will be fun, baby," he says, picking up my hand and kissing it lightly. I look at him, glaring. "And when we get home, we'll both be sweaty and horny and we are certainly going to have some amazing sex." He smiles and I chuckle at him.
"That better be a promise," I say, raising my eyebrows up at him.
"Oh, with you, it's a guarantee."
"I look like a whore."
Prim scoffs, and puts her mascara back in her makeup bag. "You don't look like a whore, Kat. You just look all dolled up. Just relax and enjoy your night out with Peeta. And I guess with Johanna." She smirks down at me, and I chuckle. I stand up in and try not to fall down in my high heels. Fuck, this is going to be a long night. Just then Peeta walks in and his mouth drops. Prim takes this as a cue to leave, and passes by Peeta on her way out of my room.
"Wow. You look…so unbelievably sexy." His voice is deep and husky. He saunters over to me and places one of his hands on my side, pulling me so I'm an inch from his face. "I mean, I love you in your braid, but I like this too." He runs his fingers through my straightened hair and leans down to kiss the spot behind my ear. I try to control my girly shiver, but fail.
A loud banging on the door breaks me out of my trance, and I move past Peeta and into the living room, trying to steady my heartbeat.
The music is banging and my head is pounding. But I'm actually having fun. It's actually been fun watching Johanna grind up on guys when I have Peeta next to me, making little jokes or creating a monologue between the two. But we still haven't danced. I kind of really fucking hate dancing, but Peeta likes to so I've had two long island ice teas to try to loosen up. Peeta finishes his third beer and turns to me.
"It's time to dance, Katniss," Peeta yells into my ear. Reluctantly, I nod my head and he lights up; grabbing my hand, he pulls me on to the dance floor to spot a few feet from Johanna as she dances up on some guy with long black hair pulled back into a small ponytail and a strong jaw.
Peeta pulls me against him and places my arms around his neck; he slides his hand into the back pockets of my skinny jeans and pulls my pelvis towards his. And we begin to dance. The rhythm of the music is nice and slow and each of Peeta's moves are deliberate and sexy as hell. Fuck, he is a really good dancer.
The song changes to a faster tempo-ed one and Peeta flips me around so my ass his up against his crotch and begins to grind with more enthusiasm. He brings my arms up around his neck and leans down to lick along my neck. I smile and lean back into him, trying to match his movement. Peeta's hands move down the sides of my body, his fingertips brushing the sides of my breasts. His hands roam down, rubbing over my pelvis, making me wet, and upwards across my stomach. He cups my breasts momentarily in his hands, but moves away quickly. Eventually, he slips his hands under my top and places them on my bare stomach, slipping his fingertips into my jeans. I can't wait until we get home and into bed.
Time passes, and eventually Peeta leans down and whispers in my ear. "Ready to go?" he pants, his hot breath spiking my pulse. I nod and together we turn and head back to our table. To find Gale.
"What are you doing here?!" I yell into his ear. He doesn't answer, and just continues to glare at the dance floor. I follow his gaze and see Johanna. She's dancing with a new guy behind her, with buzzed brown hair and arm tattoos. His anger is practically visible.
I lean down again. "She thinks you're still in love with Madge. And that you don't care enough about her. You need to show her that you do." He looks at me and nods, then moves out onto the dance floor. When he reaches Johanna she looks up, right in time for her to see Gale cock his broken wrist arm and punch the guy she's dancing with in the face. Well, that's one way to show her you care.
Peeta leaps back onto the dance floor, grabbing Gale as he curses and swears and pulls him towards the door. Johanna follows, shock on her face. A shocked Johanna. That is something I thought I'd never see. I quickly follow Peeta and Gale out of the door, grabbing Johanna's arm and pulling her along. Once we're out on the sidewalk, Gale throws Peeta's arms of him.
"What the fuck were you thinking, man? Do you want to get arrested?" Peeta yells, rubbing his scar on his forehead. I run over to him and place my hand on his back, trying to calm him. I know there's no point in trying to calm Gale down, so I'll calm down my boyfriend instead.
"I didn't like that guy touching Johanna," he says, holding his wrist against his chest; and then looks at her. "I didn't like it, Jo. Why the fuck did you come here? Am I not enough for you?"
Johanna still seems in shock because she's not talking. Again, another first. Johanna is always talking.
"I know you like to screw around, or whatever, and I do too. But I like us together. It feels right. I mean, fuck. I know that I freaked out about Madge yesterday, but I want to move on. And maybe you could be the answer." His eyes burn as they look at her. Finally, she takes a deep breath.
"Fine. We can try to be exclusive, or whatever. As long as the sex is still fantastic." A smirk lights up her angled face and Gale moves across the sidewalk and pulls her body against his, kissing her deeply.
"Let's go now," I whisper to Peeta, smiling at the two of them, though the way they are groping is slightly disgusting. Peeta nods and we begin to walk back to my apartment.
I can't sleep. Peeta passed out as soon as we got home from the club, promising me the sex of my life in the morning. I laughed at him and tucked into his side, but I've been tossing around in bed for hours. When I glance at the clock again, it reads 4:47 a.m. I groan, and roll out of bed, walking into the kitchen to get a glass of water. From the other room, I hear a loud groan. And then another one. Confused, I set my glass on the counter and look around my apartment; and then I hear another one and realize what it is. Peeta's having a nightmare. I run out of the kitchen and into my room as fast as I can. I see him in the middle of the bed, legs twisted in his sheets and his hands clutching the pillows. I jump onto the bed and next to him, and begin to shake his shoulders.
"PEETA!" I yell. "You need to wake up!" His gives one last hollow scream and his eyes pop open; he sees me leaning over him and instantly erupts in sobs. I pick up his head and place in on my bent knees. One of my hands begins to run through his hair as the other moves along his bare chest as tears begin to stream down his face.
"Shhhh. You'll be okay, Peeta." I plant a soft kiss on his forehead. "You'll be okay." He groans and clutches my hip desperately, looking up into my eyes.
"Katniss, I can't be without you. I need to be near you. Stay with me."
"Always," I whisper. He pulls me down and gives me a soft kiss. His lips are wet from his tears, but I don't care. I place my hands on the side of his face and wipe his tears off with my thumbs. It kills me to see Peeta like this. He's so strong and manly and handsome, but underneath his heart is broken. He's had more pain in his life than anyone should have, especially someone who is so genuinely good.
It's almost an hour before his tears stop and he moves his head off my lap. He pulls my arm, indicating that he wants me to lay down with him; as soon as I'm down, Peeta climbs on top of me.
"I need to be inside you Katniss. Please. Help me forget," he claws at my shirt, and throws it over my head, revealing my naked chest. Then he pulls off my shorts and underwear in one swift move. "I love you. You are my best therapy for all this shit."
He pulls off his boxers and positions himself at my entrance. He kisses me deeply, one of his hands threading into my hair. His erection brushes my clit and I try to stifle a moan. He looks into my eyes, waiting for permission. I quickly nod, and he plunges into me.
His moves are frantic, like he's trying to crawl into my skin, like he can't get close enough. His thrusts are quick and deep and I feel myself quickly building, even though barely any time has passed; I place soft kisses on his shoulders and neck and run my fingernails over his scalp.
After a few more minutes, I feel him starting to tense.
"I need you to come with me, Katniss," he whispers into my ear, his voice still shaky from crying. Together, we finish; I bite on shoulder to keep from shouting and Peeta buries his face in my hair and the pillow to muffle his groan.
We're both sweaty and panting, but I don't care. I hold him to me as tight as I can, running my hands along his back, soothing the demons he tries to keep hidden. Eventually, we decide to part and put some clothes on, in case Prim or someone else decides to burst into my room, which has been known to happen, but Peeta still holds me close—like he's afraid I'll disappear into thin air. He intertwines our legs and feet, and wraps his arms around me until our chests are pressed together, our faces an inch apart.
"One of my nightmares was about losing you," he whispers, right when I'm about to fall asleep. I perk up, suddenly wide awake. "But when I woke up, and realized you were here, I was okay. Or better than I would have been. But please, let's never sleep a night apart." He places a wet kiss on my lips, then another on my cheek. I nod, placing my hand on his chest, and kiss him again.
I wish there were words that could describe my feelings for Peeta.