Original prompt from Pookieh - Peeta helps Katniss "keep warm" after a date when his car breaks down in the middle of no where in the middle of winter…GO!
"No…no…no…shit!" Peeta slams his hands down on the steering wheel as the ancient truck sputters and rolls to a stop on the side of the road.
"Did we just run out of gas?" I'd done my fair share of hoofing it to the closest service station when Gale would give me rides to school and his old gas guzzling clunker would run out, so I knew the signs well.
Peeta sighs and gives me the lop-sided grin that never fails to set my pulse racing. "Yeah, we did. The gauge has been broken ever since Rye's accidental off-roading incident his senior year. I try to fill up every other day, just to be safe, but I guess I've been a bit…distracted lately."
He gives me a searing look that makes me grateful I'm sitting as my knees turn to jelly thinking about why he's been so distracted these last few weeks.
A few days after my Midsummer daydream, I found Peeta nervously waiting by my locker. After awkward hello's and pregnant pauses, he asked if I wanted to have lunch with him that day, and long story short – we've been nearly inseparable ever since.
On our first date, we discovered we'd been harboring secret crushes on one another for years, both too shy to approach the other. That night was our first kiss, and even though it was pretty chaste, just a soft brush of his lips against mine, it was enough to leave us both breathless.
Things progressed pretty quickly after that as we spent just about every afternoon exploring each other's bodies as if making up for lost time. At least in the little time we had before Prim got home from school or Peeta had to leave for work at the Bakery.
A couple weeks ago, our relationship veered into third-base territory when Peeta, innocently enough, started kissing my stomach. He kept getting frustratingly closer and closer to the waistband of my panties, almost as if he were testing the waters, until finally the anticipation was too much and I basically shoved him down further, growling at him to 'keep going'.
He enthusiastically complied, and it was the most intensely amazing moment of my life. Thank God no one was home because I'm pretty sure even the neighbor's could hear every scream and moan coming out of me. At one point I think I started speaking in tongues, which is funny considering what his tongue was doing at the time. My daydream in English had nothing on the real thing, that's for sure.
On the other side of the spectrum was my first attempt at giving Peeta head. It was an epic failure, on both of our parts. Peeta is so big that I wasn't able to fit all of him into my mouth without gagging, so I ended up using my hands as well. Also, it never occurred to me to cover my teeth with my lips, which led to some chafing, but the worst part was that Peeta was so overwhelmed by the new sensations that he failed to warn me he was about to come, and in my shock at the sudden burst hitting the back of my throat, I gasped and ended up coughing semen and saliva all over him. Not a shining moment for either one of us. Fortunately, with a lot of practice, and a long talk about oral sex etiquette, we've figured out how to make it pleasurable for us both.
All of which leads me back to our current predicament. Yesterday, when he normally would have stopped for gas, I had been in a particularly insatiable mood and hadn't let him leave for work until he'd made me come multiple times. He was already late when he left and didn't want to risk making his mother's wrath worse with a stop at the Hess station, but then he completely forgot about it on the way to school this morning.
"Stay here where it's warm and I'll see if there's a better signal outside so I can call Rye." He gives me a quick kiss before opening the door and jumping out. I watch him pull out his phone and walk around in the light of the dimming headlamps, holding it up in the air, trying to find service.
When he's finally able to make his call, I watch him talk to his brother, gesturing with his hands even though Rye can't see him. I can tell Rye's giving him shit by the way he keeps running his hand through his hair, making the curls stand on end. His warm breath comes out in white puffy clouds as he talks, every now and then glancing back at me with a weak smile. He has no idea just how adorable he is when he's flustered.
As I watch him pace, my mind drifts back to the dream I had last night where Peeta and I finally had actual sex. Not just daydreams or going down on each other, but real, honest-to-God, nasty, sweaty, hard-core sex. I'd woken up with absolutely soaked panties and a throbbing clit, the dream having been so intense as to make me orgasm in my sleep.
Sex is something I've been thinking about a lot lately, for obvious reasons, and while Peeta seems to be content with what we're doing now, I know there's times when he's had to hold himself back from going further. I know he'd never pressure me into it if I wasn't ready, but that's the thing – I'm pretty sure I am ready. I also know that I want him to be my first, and he's told me he wants the same with me, so why are we delaying the inevitable?
From the lines on his forehead, I can tell Peeta is aggravated, which means Rye is probably being a larger prick than normal, whining about having to come out in the cold to bring us gas and no doubt teasing Peeta with all sorts of innuendo about how we can keep each other warm or some shit like that. This last thought is confirmed when Peeta's eyes shoot toward the windshield with a slightly panicked look, as if maybe I'd heard whatever nonsense Rye just spouted to him.
Hmmm, I think to myself as a plan starts to formulate in my mind, maybe Rye is onto something. Even if he left right now, he wouldn't get here for at least half an hour. Knowing his lazy ass it'll be more like an hour before he even considers leaving the house; that's plenty of time!
Peeta finishes his call and I see him huff in frustration as he walks back to the door and gets into the rapidly cooling truck.
"So Rye said he'll bring us some gas, but he's in the middle of a 'Downton Abbey' marathon and refuses to leave yet. I don't know how long we're gonna be stuck out here." Peeta gives me such a sorry, pitiful look, that I can't help but lean in and kiss him.
"No offense, but your brother is a major ass-hat." I tell him as I scoot closer and burrow into his side.
He chuckles as he puts his arm around me. "No offense taken. Rye is most definitely King of the Ass-hats."
I shiver slightly and he pulls me closer, running his hands up and down my arms for warmth. "It's going to get even colder before he gets here. I'm sorry, Katniss."
"I can think of a few ways to keep warm." I feel him still as the meaning of my words sinks in.
"What…uh…what did you have in mind?" He's trying to keep his voice neutral, but I can hear the underlying current of excitement.
I know I can't just come out and say, 'Let's have sex', but I want him to understand that's where I'd like this to head.
"Well, we can start off with some kissing and just kinda…go from there." I trail off, letting his mind jump to whatever conclusion it wants.
"That…um…sounds…uh…good. Yeah, let's do that." He hasn't been this nervous since we started dating months ago. I don't know if it's the potential of getting caught that has him acting skittish or if he's figured out my endgame and is already thinking of ways to talk me out of it.
Either way, I don't give him much time to reconsider as I reach down and pull the lever to move the bench seat all the way back. Then I throw my leg over his thighs and straddle his lap, making sure to keep my center in full contact with his already swelling cock.
With little preamble, I take his face between my hands and kiss him, softly at first, letting our lips tease one another. When I trace the seam of his lips with my tongue, he moans and squeezes my hips, a sure sign that he's on-board with whatever I have planned.
We continue making out, tongues thrusting against one another in that age old dance. My fingers are buried deep in his curls, pulling and scratching his scalp, causing him to whimper and buck up against me. His hands are kneading my ass like he's preparing tomorrow's dough, pulling me closer to rub against the hard ridge of his cock.
The temperature in the truck begins to rise with our heated breath, and a fine sheen of sweat breaks out along my hairline. I pull back, breathless from our kisses, and slowly unzip my heavy winter jacket, tossing it to the side. Peeta watches in rapt fascination as I do the same with his coat, leaving us both in just our sweaters.
With the layers of down and wool gone, we're able to feel one another better and I waste no time in removing Peeta's hands from my ass and placing them on my breasts, moving them in circles until he gets the picture and takes over himself. I arch further into his palms, crying out when he pinches my nipples through my sweater. I had conveniently neglected to wear a bra, one of the benefits of having small breasts, and his actions are causing my ribbed tank top to rub deliciously against the hardening peaks. I begin to buck harder against the bulge in his jeans in an effort to relieve the tension building between my legs.
Peeta growls deep in his throat as he lifts his hips in concert with my movements. His hands have made their way under my bulky sweater, and are tracing circles around my lower back.
"Fuck, Katniss." He hisses between clenched teeth when his hands slide up further and he realizes I'm not wearing a bra.
That's what I'm hoping for! My brain screams in response.
His hands slide to the front, cupping my small mounds and teasing the hardened nubs between his thumb and forefinger. Now it's my turn to hiss as the sensation sends a lightning bolt of desire shooting through me to my core. Suddenly, his hands aren't enough and I quickly grab the hem of my sweater, pulling it and the tank top off in one swift movement, leaving my breasts bare to Peeta's reverent gaze.
Strange garbled sounds come from his throat as he takes one nipple into his warm mouth and sucks hard before swiping his tongue over the tingling peak. I can't hold back my cries, screaming "Yes, Peeta" at least a dozen times. He switches to the other breast, showering it with the same affection until I am a whimpering mass begging for release.
He twists and gently lays me back along the bench seat; the cold leather a stark contrast to my heated body, making me shiver slightly. Peeta tears off his own sweater before settling against me and kissing me deeply. The feel of our nude torsos pressed together is something I will never tire of – the way the soft downy hairs on his chest brush against my nipples, how the light trail of darker blond hair that begins below his navel and disappears below the waistband of his jeans rasps against the soft skin of my belly, or how this incredible warmth just emanates from him regardless of the temperature.
His hand has slowly worked its way down to my hip as we've been kissing and his fingertips are grazing the skin just below the waistband of my jeans. I shift my hips over slightly so that his hand is now over the zipper, hoping he'll get the point.
He chuckles against my lips as he takes the hint and undoes the button and zipper. I wiggle my hips to loosen the tight fabric, allowing Peeta to slip his hand into my drenched panties. A heady sigh escapes my mouth as his fingers glide across my swollen lips, spreading the moisture around my needy clit in lazy circles.
"God, I love how wet you get for me." Peeta whispers as he nuzzles my neck with his lips. "I could do this to you all night and never get tired of watching you come. Nothing is more beautiful to me than your face at that moment."
Between his honeyed words and his talented fingers, it doesn't take much longer until I fall apart completely, chanting his name so that it reverberates around the cab of the truck. He slows his ministrations as I come down from the high of my orgasm, panting and boneless.
He pulls his hand away and pops his fingers into his mouth, savoring my taste as he licks them clean. The look of bliss on his face while he does it unlocks something primal deep inside of me and reignites the flames of my desire.
"I think we should have sex." I blurt out, cringing at how needy my voice sounds.
Peeta stills as my words wash over him, his eyes searching mine frantically as he tries to decide if he heard me correctly or not. I hold his gaze so he knows I'm completely serious.
"Really?" His voice breaks like Peter Brady's, and his blue eyes shine with excitement.
"Yes." I tell him evenly.
"Uh…ok. Maybe this weekend I can get Rye…" He starts, but I cut him off with my fingers over his lips.
"I want to have sex with you NOW, Peeta. Right here in this truck." I'm surprised at how calm and even my voice sounds while inside I'm a jumbled mess of nerves.
His eyes become wide pools of blue and I see his Adam's apple bob as he swallows before nodding his assent. I feel him smile against my fingers and can't help the one that spreads across my face as well.
"Ok, so how do we do it?" I ask, suddenly feeling very self-conscious and unsure.
"Well, I guess I have to get naked, too, right?" Peeta's joking demeanor doesn't really hide the nervous timbre of his voice.
"Sounds good to me." Together we work to rid him of his jeans and boxers, leaving him naked and hard.
I take his straining erection in my hand and slowly begin pumping him, using the bead of pre-cum as lubricant.
"Katniss, if you keep that up much longer, this will be over before it begins." I can hear the strain in Peeta's voice as he tries to calm himself.
I let go and kiss him, "Sorry".
"S'ok."
We explore each other's bare torso until the fire between us has been stoked to a fever pitch. Then Peeta positions himself between my legs and I feel the tip of his cock brush against my clit, eliciting whimpers of delight from me. He lines himself up with my center and when he leans forward I feel a gentle pressure that at once frightens and arouses me.
"WAIT! Condom, Peeta!" I cry as I push myself away from him slightly.
"Oh shit…I almost forgot." He grabs his wallet from his jeans and pulls out the black foil square.
"You're really sure about this, Katniss?" He asks me once he's rolled it onto his cock and squeezed off the tip, and my heart expands at the emotion shining in his crystal blue eyes. I know I can trust him with every bit of myself and he will never hurt me.
"One hundred percent sure." I answer as I scoot forward and rub myself along his shaft.
Peeta kisses me again, his tongue mimicking what his body will soon be doing and I feel the pressure again at my opening. I can feel his muscles tremble with restraint as he slides forward slowly, letting me adjust to his size. By the time he reaches the final barrier, I am done waiting and push forward, causing him to break through and sheath him completely inside me.
I hiss at the brief pinch deep within me, but otherwise there is no pain, only a feeling of fullness and incredible bliss. Peeta's eyes are closed as he holds himself back, waiting until I'm ready to do anything more.
"I'm ok, Peeta. Go ahead." I kiss his cheek and wrap my legs around his waist, allowing him to slide into me further and we both moan at the feeling.
He pulls back slowly, then thrusts forward, trying to set a slow rhythm. I lock my ankles behind his back and use my legs to pull him closer while bucking my hips, telling him silently that it's ok to let go.
And let go he does, thrusting with abandon as he races towards his climax. At one point he is on his knees for better leverage and the change in angle hits a spot deep inside of me that makes my toes curl in rapture.
He brings one hand down to where we're joined, and finding my needy ball of nerves, works it until I'm writhing below him, my second climax just around the corner.
There are no more words, only the sounds of our slick skin slapping together and our breathy moans and whimpers. All too soon I feel his cock pulse inside me as his thrusts become erratic until he stops, our hips flush together, and releases what can only be described as a guttural moan of ecstasy as he spills into the condom. His thumb frantically rubs my clit until I'm joining him with an animalistic cry of my own.
Peeta's spent body slumps on top of me, sweaty and panting, saying 'thank you' over and over again in a hoarse voice. I am beyond words, so I just squeeze him closer and kiss wherever my lips can find purchase.
As we slowly clean up and get dressed, I replay it all in my head. As with everything where Peeta's concerned, the reality far exceeded the fantasy. I am already giddy with anticipation for the next time we're able to try this again.
I also know that regardless of what happens from here on out, I will always have this memory, this shining moment, and it's all thanks to the faulty gas gauge and his douche-bag brother's obsession with Public Television.