Washington DC [Haymitch/Katniss]
Being a Washington D.C. politician meant that Haymitch Abernathy had a beyond stressful life. This also meant that he may have been overly fond of a certain brand of liquids several nights out of the week. But screw it, he was a grown adult and he knew his limits. Besides, he never let it get too out of hand that the press would get a hold of him. As long as he stayed on the good side of the press he was doing okay.
Fuck... the press. He hated the press. Of course, he always made sure he was beating them at their own game, staying three steps ahead, but that didn't mean he liked them any more. In fact, he thought he might like them a little less for it.
At 43 Haymitch had been a member of Congress for nearly 13 years. Before that he had been a representative of Texas. Consequently, he was no stranger to the press. Despite all of this, however, he had never gotten any reporters coming to him in the wee hours of the night at his personal home. That was the situation he found himself in tonight, looking through the door at a young reporter standing on his front stoop at nearly 1 in the morning.
For a brief moment he considered leaving her and walking away, going upstairs to sleep, but then she knocked again, louder than she had the first time. She had to already know he was there. The /door was mostly decorative glass. Growling, he pulled the door open and stared at her for a moment in silence. "What?" he barked.
Anxiety clawed at Katniss's chest, worse than when she'd been hired by the washington post, worse than when she tried to pitch an idea, worse than when she had to face the editor in cheif when there was a problem with one of her metro pieces. Garbage. It was all garbage. Which was what brought her to Haymitch Abernathy's house in the middle of the night. Realistically, she knew that she shouldn't have been there. But he was the majority whip party leader. If there was anyone out there that could give her any insider information it was him. That and she'd heard about his proclivity for the drink, which was reason enough to suggest he might be loose with the women too. He was 43, never married, no girlfriend to speak of. He was either gay or hit up the occasional hooker. It was worth a chance. Katniss didn't mind sleeping her way to the top if she had to, but it was important to know which people to chose.
When the door finally swung open, she forced herself to keep from swaying back in surprise. Licking her lips, she pulled out a card from her wallet and held it out to him. "I'm Katniss Everdeen from the Washington Post, I was hoping I could have a few minutes of your time. I know you're a very busy man, but I'd like to propose a business opportunity." she said in a rush before he had a chance to slam the door in her face.
Haymitch blinked a few times, looking at the card and then rolling his eyes. When she had finished with her piece he sighed. "Are you at all aware that it is one in the morning, Ms..." He had already forgotten her name, not that it mattered, he didn't really care much. "Do they teach any kind of manners in those things we call schools these days?"
"Everdeen. And I'm aware of the time, sir. I thought... the nature of my proposal might be better left to such a late hour. I'm sorry." She shook her head and lightly bit down on her bottom lip as her nervous energy got the better of her.
Haymitch scowled, but the bait had worked, he was intrigued. "Alright, fine." He stepped back and waved her in, not wanting to continue this on his porch. Once she was in, he closed the door and looked at her. "So, this proposal. What is it?"
Inside the foyer, Katniss drew her blazer off and draped it over one of her arms. The shirt beneath was a plunging v-neck, low enough to show the swell of her ample breasts. Her arms folded together, pushing them up even higher. Katniss was almost a foot shorter than him too, giving the congressman a rather pleasant view. "I need somebody I can talk to. We... I print whatever you tell me, I never ask any questions and I protect your identity. You have an inside in the media, and I have news to write."
Raising a brow, Haymitch looked down at her. His gaze lingered for a moment before he looked away and headed into his sitting room, pouring them both a drink. "What makes you think I have anything new to tell you?" he said, handing her a drink.
"This is congress, there's always something new, something to push your agenda, for your own political machinations. Following him into the sitting room, she took the drink before moving over to a couch and carefully sinking in. Glancing at the amber liquid, she took a sip, spluttering at how strong it was.
Haymitch opted to stand, leaning back against a short shelf across from her, sipping his drink. "And what do I get out of this? Except a pet reporter, that is...? That is what you're proposing, is it not?"
"There's no disadvantage here." Katniss argued, leaning forward a bit. Her breasts pushed together again, only partially intentional this time. "I'd write whatever you want. Maybe it's a new bill you want to get signed. Or a person you want to support. Whatever you want. I'll write it."
"And am I to take the way you're dressed to mean that you're putting more than just your journalism skills on the table?" he asked, eyeing her cleavage and then looking back up at her.
Flushing a deep shade of pink, Katniss sat up straighter and glanced down at her chest before looking back up at Haymitch through her lashes. "Is that what it'll take to seal the deal?" she murmured.
Haymitch looked her up and down and raised a brow. "Well, sweetheart, if you're any good at your job, you'll know that I'm single and that a man in my situation has needs." He took another swig of his drink and then stepped away from the shelf to lean in toward her. "Yes, that's what it will take to seal the deal. You want stories, you'll have to work for them."
Slowly, Katniss set her drink down to the side and straightened up. Nerves caused her stomach to tense with anxiety but she had known what it could come to. As Haymitch moved towards her, Katniss poked her tongue out over her lips and she looked up at him through her lashes in what she hoped was an alluring way. "I'm willing to..." she paused, hands coming up to press against his thighs, slowly pushing up. "Work for you." Her hands slowly crept up, thumb sweeping across the inseam of his pants all the way up to the top. She tugged at the stiff leather of his belt, unfastening it easily.
Humming, Haymitch looked down at her almost hungrily. She was right in thinking that he had gone to prostitutes a few times, but he was a man of strong will power and that was only a few times, and far between. The last time he had actually had his dick in something warm, other than his hand, had been almost a full year ago.
Deftly, she popped the button to his slacks and slowly tugged down the zip. Her fingers brushed along the growing bulge, finding a thrill in the effect he had on the man in front of her. Ethically, this was wrong but it would help her career and it wasn't like he wasn't getting anything out of it either. Her hands pushed into his boxers, fingers caressing soft skin until they closed around his thick cock. With a soft groan she looked down as she freed him, only to hum at the sight before her. He was thick, thicker than any of the guys she'd ever been with and the thought made her squirm. Leaning in, her lips parted, tongue flicking out against the crown. "I help you, you help me, what do you say?" she breathed against him before her lips circled around the tip and she sucked softly.
"Fuck," he hissed softly as he breathed out. "Yes," he murmured. He wasn't really even thinking anymore, even though he knew this could be catastrophic for his career, at this exact moment in time, he didn't care. Hands gripping in her hair, he groaned and rocked his hips forward, urging her on.
Cheeks hollowing, Katniss let him thrust forward, taking him deeper. Her teeth gently grazed against the sides of his cock as she pulled back up to the tip only to push back down, bobbing slowly as she sucked. "Mmm." She hummed around him, eyes falling shut as she focused on her task.
Breathing heavily, Haymitch blinked a few times and then pulled at her hair, urging her up from the couch and pulling her off of him for a moment as he turned and sat down. He pulled her down into his lap and his hands went to her hips, pulling her hard down against him so that her rough jeans rubbed against his cock. Groaning, he pressed his face into her cleavage, nipping at the tops of her breasts peeking out from her shirt. "Make this good and I might give you something worth a promotion at the stupid Post," he muttered.
Jerking back, she released his cock with a soft, wet pop. Eyes dark and blown with the sudden desire that had come over her. She couldn't remember the last time she'd had a good fuck, since junior year of college? Katniss didn't know and it didn't matter right then. Forgetting all about work for a moment, she stood and turned on her heel, only to gasp as he yanked her down onto his lap. A deep, throat moan pushed past her lips as he ground against her. Head falling back, her long hair fell over her shoulder and she arched her chest against him. "Fuck. I'll make this the best fuck you've ever had." she panted, grinding her hips down against him again. Her hands flew from his shoulders, which she'd grabbed as he pulled her down to her chest. She squeezed her breasts together before hooking her fingers into the neck line and tugged it down, bra going with it.
Haymitch made a soft sound in his throat and took the invitation almost before it was offered, his lips latching around one of her dark nipples and sucking at it. His eyes closed and he rocked against her, his cock growing almost unbearably hard in anticipation. His teeth worried at the puckered flesh of her nipple and he pulled back to blow against it before offering the same treatment to the other.
"Ah!" she gasped sharply as his lips wrapped around the sensitive bud. She arched against him, head lulling to the side. "Oh fuck. Fuck. Please." she panted, fingers curling against his neck and lightly pressing in. Her stomach coiled with anticipation, a desperate need to feel his cock taking her over. Jerking back, she raised onto her knees stradling Haymitch. Hastily, she tugged at the fastening of her jeans, fumbling with her desperation. As they fell open, she pulled off of him and forced herself to slow down. Panting softly, her fingers hooked into the loops of her jeans and she slowly pushed them down, letting them fall to her ankles. She stepped out of them, leaving herself in a pair of flimsy, pink lace knickers. "Tear them off." she ordered, eyes dark and bearing down on him.
Haymitch nearly groaned as he lost the heat of her body on top of his, but when she pulled back, he marveled at the sight she presented. Her hair, which had been perfectly groomed upon arrival was now mussed in an ever so sexy fashion. Her shirt was pulled down, stretched to accomadate her ample breasts and now her legs that went on forever were bare for him to ogle. All that kept him from his prize were those blasted pink panties. Mouthwatering, he swallowed and eyed her. At the order, his eyes snapped up to hers and he smirked. Hooking his finger in the elastic, he pulled her toward him so that his face was pressed against her breasts once more. "Such a shame to ruin such delicate attire." He grinned and gave a sharp tug. The material gave little resistance before ripping and fluttering to the ground, leaving her bare to him.
Stomach dipping, she pressed forward against him, all but whimpering as his lips pressed against her breasts once more. "Fuck." She panted, unable to help herself. Her fingers dragged through his hair, lightly scratching and tugging as her impatience clawed at her stomach, demanding his touch, his attention, more. "I've got more." she hummed, voice low and scratchy. Slowly, she climbed back onto his lap, moaning as his thick cock brushed against her slick folds. She was soaking wet, glistening in the low light of his house with a desire she didn't know she had. "Fuck me." she panted softly, grinding down against him.
Haymitch grunted and pressed his lips to her breasts again, lipping at them and sucking at her nipples. Hand reaching down, he positioned his cock at her entrance, sliding the tip along her folds, teasing her soaking wet core before thrusting in hard. She was so fucking tight. He hissed softly and his eyes closed. Half of his cock fit in her tight entrance before the resistance was too much. Groaning he pulled back and thrust up again. "Fuck..." he muttered.
Her lips puckered in a small o shape, head falling forward against his shoulder. "Haymitch." She gasped, clenching down tight around him as his cock stretched her. "Fuck, you're so big." she panted, not necessarily meaning to flatter him, but it was true. It almost hurt. Slowly, tentatively her hips rolled back against him. "God."
"Uh-uh, sweetheart. We ain't on first name basis yet. I'm still Congressman or Mr. Abernathy to you." He growled and punctuated the message with a hard thrust. "Now ride my cock, if you want your story."
"You've got your cock in me. Think it's okay right -- now." she groaned. Biting down on her bottom lip, she rocked down harder against him, thighs tensing as she thrust up. "Mr. Abernathy... god... fuck me." she panted.
Haymitch growled softly and held his hands on her hips, holding her in place as he rocked harder up against her, finally sheathing himself completely in her. "Fuck..." He groaned and pressed his face into her cleavage again, panting against her skin as he nipped and licked at her breasts.
Katniss clenched around him, her walls clenching as she thrust hard against him. "Oh fuck. Fuck. So good." She panted. Her fingers curled against his shoulders before raking her nails down over his chest, scratching the fine material of his shirt.
Haymitch panted sharply and rocked up faster and harder against her. Groaning, his lips closed around her nipple once more and he closed his teeth lightly around the circle, nipping lightly.
Crying softly, her back arched and her head snapped back. "Oh god. Yes." She lerched against him, body trembling in his hold. Reaching between them, her fingers pressed against her clit and she rubbed. "Close. Close."
His hand slid up her spine, supporting her back as his hips worked harder. He was close too, unbearably so. "Fuck..." he muttered. Reaching up, he tugged at her hair as he shuddered and went still under her, coming with a grunt.
Whimpering sharply, her head fell forward, face pressing against his neck. She cried softly and bucked down. Body tensing, she came with him, walls spasming around his hard cock that twitched as his hot cum filled her. "Oh fuck." she panted, body trembling.
For several moments, they both sat there, panting and breathless in the afterglow of their orgasm. Then, when Haymitch had come back to himself, he nudged her out of his lap and got up, pulling up his trousers and buttoning them. Clearing his throat, he looked down at her. "Get out your notepad or your iPod or whatever you people take notes on these days." Pleasure was over, it was time for business.
Still shivering, she slid off his lap and onto the seat next to him. Quickly, she pulled up her top. Thankfully her jacket was next to her so she grabbed it and pulled out her phone rather than getting dressed the rest of the way. Pulling up the recorder, she looked up at him eagerly and nodded. "I'm ready."
He gave her a quick and dirty run down of the hints required to lead her to the story, seeing as he couldn't really say it outright. Once that was done, he leaned against the wall. "If you have any questions, I'm sorry but I couldn't possibly answer any of them."
Katniss's eyes narrowed and her lips pressed thin. "I... think I have it." Or at least an idea. Her lips slowly curved up and she looked back at him. Standing, she grabbed her jeans and pocketed her iphone before slipping into them. "You have my number. If you have anymore stories to share or... want some company just call." she hummed softly.
"I will be sure to do that, sweetheart," he hummed, smirking slightly. "How can I trust you not to... Compromise my reputation," he said slowly, chosing his words carefully.
Katniss had only just pulled her pants up over her hips. Hands pausing, she looked up at him. "Get out your iphone." she ordered him, head cocking to the side. It was strange how she felt so much more confident now that he'd fucked her.
Haymitch raised a brow, not really knowing where this was going. He looked at her for a moment before shrugging and obeying, pulling the phone out of the pocket of his blazer that he had draped over a chair. "Okay."
Drawing a deep, almost shaky breath and pulled her shirt up and off. Raising a brow, she nodded to his camera. "Some insurance for you." she murmured.
Haymitch's eyebrow arched again at that. "And who do I send these to if you're indiscreet?" He snapped one tentatively and then another.
"You're a smart man." Katniss hummed. "You could ruin my career with this. I'll be a good little girl, and we can trust each other."
He smirked and took another picture, leaning in to get it all close up. "As long as you're not /too/ good," he hummed. Finally he finished up and pocketed the phone. "That should be enough... For now. Have a nice night, Miss Everdeen."
"I'll do my best." Grabbing her shirt, she tugged it on. "Thank Mr. Abernathy." She grabbed her jacket, tucked her phone into the pocket and headed for the door. Slipping out, she grinned broadly and headed for the bus stop to head home and get working on her article.
It was another week before she even heard a peep from him. Her article had been published the morning of the day that she got the call.
"Very impressive writing. Not quite as good as your fascinating piece on whether or not stray dogs in DC should be more of a priority, but I will admit it came close."
Katniss had been at the post office. She pushed herself up and headed for the bathroom, glancing around to make sure that no one was there. "You read that?" she asked, surprised. Her cheeks flushed pink and her nose scrunched up. "I'm better than that crap they had me doing."
He scoffed. "I'm sure you are, Miss. Are you ready for your next piece?" He toyed with a pen from his pocket. He was currently being driven around town by some young agent named something stupid. Gabe? Garett? No. It was Gale. That was it. Hawthorne.
Hoping up onto the sink counter top, she leaned back against the mirror and smirked. "When and where?" she hummed softly, head cocking to the side.
"Right now. Your place. I have the address. I'll meet you there." He didn't wait for her response before he clicked the phone shut. Calling up to his driver he gave the direction and then settled back in his seat.
"Shit." Katniss muttered. Pushing herself off of the countertop, she scurried outside and went to her little cubicle. Grabbing her bag, she rushed out. Thankfully the office was on a busy road so she grabbed a cab and headed to her apartment. It was a little shithole above some laundry mat. When the car pulled up, she scurried up and inside, unlocking the door. She didn't see the congressman anywhere, so she could only assume that she'd beat him there.
The only reason for that was that he had directed his driver to take the long way round, knowing that she probably needed a little time. After going a good 10 minutes out of the way they pulled up and he got out. "Circle around to the other side of the block, I'll call you when I'm done." When the agent started to fuss he put up a hand. "Fine. But move down the street a little. Okay?" He rolled his eyes and shut the door before heading up.
Katniss was changing when she heard the buzz for someone to be let up. Pulling her shirt up, she tugged it off and threw it onto the floor. She scurried to the door and pressed the button to unlock it. "Doors unlocked." She called into the mic. With that taken care of, she headed back to the bedroom. Off went the pants, leaving her in her black lace knickers and a black push up bra. Rummaging around in her dresser, she found a pair of lacy stockings and pulled them on too, attached to a garter belt.
Haymitch raised a brow in amusement at her announcement and then opened the door, taking the steps two at a time. When he got to her door, he let himself in. "You've not had many visitors, have you?" he asked as he closed the door behind him and turned to face her. He looked her up and down and smiled in appreciation.
Turning around, she faced the congressman, lips tugged up in a tiny smirk. "Mmm, can't say I do." she murmured. "Think you're the first one since I moved here. What do you think about my shit hole of an apartment?" she chuckled.
"Well then, allow me to be the first to inform you that when you buzz someone in... the door buzzes." He smiled. "You don't have to announce that the door is unlocked." He smiled and pulled off his blazer, looking around the apartment. "As far as how this looks..." He rubbed his chin, scratching at his five o'clock shadow. "You have a rooftop balcony. That's nice at least." He gestured to the door leading outside.
"I meant my door, the front one." she laughed lightly. "The balcony is pretty nice. No one can see up here either. It's one saving grace." she chuckled. "So... to what do I owe the... pleasure of your company?" she asked him with a raise of her brow.
Haymitch smirked and pulled a folded piece of paper out of his breast pocket. Holding it up, he waved it in front of her face before tossing it down on the coffee table. "Your next story, as promised." He glanced behind her. "You say no one can see up here... even if you go outside?" He raised a brow and wrapped his arms around her hips, pulling her in close.
Her body pressed against Haymitch, arms wrapping around his shoulders. "Mmhm." she hummed, looking up at him. "The wall is too high for anyone to see over unless you lean over it and look down at the street. Why?" She smirked.
He smiled and wordlessly took her hand, pulling her over to the door and opening it. Stepping out, he looked around and then smiled. He brought her over to a little crate that looked like it might be used as a coffee table of sorts on the mornings she wanted to work out here. Turning her around, he pressed her down against it, pressing his lips to her shoulder.
Back arching, she pressed her hips pressed back against his crotch and she rubbed slowly. "Mmm." She mewled softly, hands gripping the edge of her makeshift table. It was slightly chilly out there and she shivered faintly, pressing herself closer against his heat. "You gonna fuck me like this? Fuck me good?" she moaned.
The congressman hummed and pressed forward against her, grinding slowly. "Mmm, I'm sure you'd like that, wouldn't you baby?" he mumbled, feeling his cock get harder at the contact. "But I think it's your turn to run the show." He stepped back. "Tell me what you're going to do to me... As long as it's out here in the open."
"I'm gonna make you cum." She groaned softly as he stepped back from her. Flicking her hair back, she looked at him over her shoulder. "I'm going to make you cum so good you want to fuck me again." Biting down on her bottom lip, she dipped her back so her ass pushed out slightly. Her knickers were already starting to get wet.
"Oh? And how are you going to do that?" he murmured, urging her on. He brought his hand down to his groin and rubbed himself a little before pulling the material of his slacks tight over himself, showing her the clear outline of his hard cock.
She pushed herself up and turned to face him. Smirking faintly, she slowly padded over to him. "I'd rather show you." she murmured. Her hands gently wrapped around his tie and gave it a little tug, lossening the fine silk until it slipped free and she let it flutter to the ground. "Oops."
Lips curling up in a smirk, Haymitch continued to rub at himself through his trousers as she walked over. Looking down at her, he raised a brow as his tie fluttered to the ground. "That tie probably cost more than you make in a month, Miss Everdeen," he pointed out wryly.
"Oh no. The poor crushed silk." She purred teasingly. Her hands came back to his chest, fingers spreading, sliding up to his shoulders before she began to work on the small buttons of his oxford. "However will I make it up to you?"
"I'm sure you'll try to find a way," he hummed, his hand coming down to squeeze at his balls before rubbing back up to pinch at his tip. "Fuck..." he murmured, stroking himself through the heavy material of his slacks. "Stop undressing me and touch yourself for a minute," he murmured. "Show me how much you want me."
Her lips parted in surprise and her cheeks colored. "Mmm..." Humming, she slowly pulled away from him, walking backwards till the back of her thighs bumped against the makeshift table. Carefully, she sat on the edge and one of her legs came up, heel digging into the ledge. Thighs spread wide, hips jutted out to give him a good view, one of her hands came down to pull her knickers to the side, letting him see her slick folds. Moaning faintly, the tips of her fingers brushed against them, slowly diping in to tease her clit.
"Holy fucking Christ," he muttered, mouth watering at the sight of her. His cock gave a hot throb and he applied a little more pressure to his strokes. "You're a dirty little slut, you know that?" he murmured, looking up at her with dark eyes.
Moaning softly, her finger circled her clit before slowly dipping down to her entrance and plunging in. She fucked herself slowly but after a second she pulled out, letting him see just how wet she was. "Mmm, only for you." she hummed.
"Yes, only for me," he repeated, his eyes growing even darker as her finger came out dripping with her juices. "Come undress me now," he rasped, licking his lips. "Claim your reward."
"You like that?" She purred slowly. Her fingers pulled away completely and she slid from the table. Padding over to him, she pressed her hands against his chest again, smirking as his shirt got wet from her juices. "Like that I'm all yours?" Head dipping, she pressed her lips against his neck as she began to work at his shirt again.
"I'm a very possessive man, you know," he hummed, watching as her fingers worked down his shirt and shrugging out of it when she got to the bottom. Underneath he was wearing a white undershirt with short sleeves. That would be easy enough to get out of, but he would leave it to her to get him out of it.
Katniss was nothing if not thorough. Her fingers hooked beneath the shirt and tugged it up slowly, easing it up and off his body to join the rest of his clothes on the patio. "Mmm. Does that mean I can call you by your first name, yet?" she chuckled breathlessly.
"Mmm... I think I like it when you're more formal with me..." he murmured. "But I understand if Abernathy is a bit of a mouthful in the heat of the moment... how about 'sir'?" He chuckled breathlessly and groaned as he stroked himself. "We'll see about first names in a little while, eh, sweetheart?"
"You call me sweetheart and I call you sir?" She chuckled, hands smoothing down his chest to his trousers. Tugging gently, pressing themselves firmly together so his cock rubbed against her stomach, she pulled back just enough to look up at him. "Mmm, that doesn't seem very fair... sir." she purred.
"Mmm... would you rather I call you 'pet'?" he hummed. "Seeing as you're my little pet reporter." He smirked and rocked his hips against her stomach, humming faintly. "What would you prefer I call you, sweetheart?"
Smirking, her fingers wrapped around the stiff leather of his belt and she slowly pulled it open. "Pet... hmm... that has a nice ring to it." she chuckled teasingly, not really meaning it. She ground against him before pulling back just a touch to work his trousers open, pushing them down his thighs. She wanted him naked. This wasn't going to be a quick fuck and run thing if she could help it. Maybe he'd actually let her take him to bed, make a day of it.
"Well if you don't like sweetheart then it's going to be pet, pet," he hummed, biting his lip as his trousers were tugged down. Now the only thing between the two of them was the thin cotton of his briefs. His cock was thick and bulging in the fabric and the tip was pressing out from underneath one of the elastic edges.
Groaning softly, she made no move to tug off his boxers right away. Instead she gripped him gently through the thin material. "Mmm." She moaned, palm lightly running over the tip that poked out. "You're so fucking big." she mumbled. "Want you in me. Stretch me out good."
He breathed against her lips and pressed forward against her hand. "Oh yeah? I don't know if that pussy can handle that," he murmured. "Sure we did it last time, but more than once may be pushing our luck."
Her lips parted in a soft moan and her hand gripped him a firmly. "Maybe my pussy just needs to be broken in. You up for that? Want to break my pussy in?" she mumbled, voice thick with desire.
"Fuck, I'll break your pussy in until you can't walk anymore," he growled. "But first you'll have to relieve me of my undergarments." He reached down and squeezed her ass. "And your own."
"Fuck." she moaned. "You better deliver on your promise, Congressman." Smirking, her fingers tugged the boxers own sharply, hissing as his cock sprang free. "Why don't you help me with these? Hm?" she murmured, pressing her ass back into his hands.
"Want me to rip them again?" he asked with a smirk to disguise the hiss that he released as his cock was bared to the chill outdoor air. He tugged lightly at the elastic, pulling the material up in front so that the knickers pulled and rubbed against her clit.
"Only if you--" her voice cut off in a silent moan as the silk of her knickers bunched up and rubbed against her clit. Gasping, she rolled her hips back, increasing the tension. "Plan to buy me some more."
"Mmm... I'll buy you all the knickers you want," he growled, jerking hard at the fabric and smiling as it gave way and ripped off her body. "I'll mail boxes by the hundreds to your apartment," he murmured, his fingers finding her folds and plunging in three at a time.
"Oh--!" She cried out sharply as the fingers pushed in. Her body lurched forward, chest pressing against his, face finding his shoulder. "Oh god. Fuck." she panted. "Just so... so you can rip them off me?" she finally managed, walls clenching and fluttering around his fingers.
"God yes," he murmured, pumping his fingers hard inside her, priming her for his cock. He didn't want to waste any time so after only a few moments like that, he pulled his fingers out and with a grunt, he lifted her up. He wasn't as young as he used to be, but he was still fairly strong, and she was light. Carrying her over to the outside wall of her apartment, he pressed her up against it and positioned his cock at her entrance before thrusting in fully and hard. "Fuck..." he hissed as she took in his whole cock with little resistance. "Fuck... me..."
The brick scratched at her skin but there was something wonderful about the pain it elicited in her. Her legs curled around his hips and her head fell back as she bounced against him. "Oh fuck, oh fuck. Just like that. Fuck me hard. Please. Need it. Need you." She whined.
Haymitch growled and pounded against her, holding onto the wall to brace himself as he did. "Fuck," he muttered. "Fuck, you're so tight. You like it when my big cock fills that tight little cunt of yours?" he panted, nipping at her neck as she bared it to him.
"Yes!" she cried breathlessly. "Love it. Love it when you fill me up. Feels so good. So good. You cock is so big. Love it when you... ngh, when you fuck me. Stretch me out. Break me in. Please. Oh fuck please." she babbled. Her nails dug into his shoulders, careful not to leave any marks.
Haymitch grunted with each thrust. This position, while pleasureable, was exhausting for the older man, so it was only a few minutes before he lifted her again. Pulling her off of his cock, he set her feet down on the ground and he directed her to lay on the ground of the roof.
Her back, which had already been scratched up from the bricks wasn't particularly keen about laying on the wood planks of her patio. "Hand me your shirt." She ordered, wanting something to soften it, lest she end up with splinters in her ass.
Haymitch groaned at the hold up and then went to grab the shirt and handed it to her. He waited impatiently for her to lay it out and lie down on it and then he followed her down, hovering over her for a moment before thrusting in again with a groan.
Katniss was quick. She spread it out, the shirt just big enough to cover her ass, and shoulders. Laying back, her thighs spread wide, only to hook back around Haymitch's hips as he kneeled in front of her. As his thick cock pushed in, her walls instantly clenched around him. "Oh fuck." she gasped, hips bucking down.
Haymitch had gravity on his side in this position, though not as much as in the previous one. He pistoned his hips forward, thrusting against her hard and fast as he breathed in quick pants. He had been thinking about meeting up with her all day, and he had been hard since ten minutes before he called her. He wasn't in the mood for taking his time. He needed release now. Their foreplay had been pushing his limits. "Fuck... fuck... sweetheart..."
Katniss was already close. In college, all of the guys that had touched her had been ginger and slimey little fuck wits that didn't know what to do with their hands. But Haymitch Abernathy was nothing of the sort. He was hard and rough, demanding, and it hurt just a little, but it felt oh so good. That discovery shocked her, but she pushed it down deep, focusing on his cock as it pounded into her. "Yes, yes, yes." she panted hard. "So good, so fucking good. Just like that. Just like just-- ngh." Body tensing, her hips bucked and jerked down against him before she let out a soft cry as she finally came.
Haymitch was close behind her, grunting loudly as he came, cum spilling inside her, filling her. "Fuck," he muttered, rocking his hips hard and groaning as he finished. "Fuck..." He panted and continued to work his hips until he started to go soft inside her, finally rolling off when he did.
Katniss didn't go limp until Haymitch's cock did. Panting sharply, her eye fluttered shut and she groaned faintly. Looking back at him, she slowly rolled to her side, arms folding under her head, chest heaving. "That was good." she murmured.
"Was it?" he hummed with a chuckle. "I hadn't noticed," he teased. Looking over at her, he furrowed his brow. "Why did you chose me? Of all the politicians you could have slept with for your stories..."
Folding an arm over her stomach, Katniss hummed softly. Her eyes swept over him and shrugged. "You're young, in a powerful position as majority whip, single, and not too bad looking." She shrugged. "It was a pretty easy choice." she murmured. He wasn't the only decent looking politican out there, but there weren't a ton higher up in congress, or even all that young.
"Well how is that for an ego boost," he hummed. Reaching over, he tweaked her cheek and then sighed and sat up. "Alright... Business is taken care of... Play is taken care of..." He started to get up, looking around for his clothes. "I'm going to need my shirt back..."
[ | Edited 11:58:38 AM] Groaning, she looked up at him through her lashes. She moved as if to get up but rather, grabbed the corners of his shirt and rolled onto her stomach so that it wrapped around her. Bringing a hand up, she ran it through her hair and looked back at him. "Mmm, no." she said pertly. Her lips curved up in a coy little grin. "Who said we're done with our fun?"
Raising his brow, Haymitch leaned down toward her. "Are you challenging me?" he asked, but there was no heat to it. "If you are, I'm fairly sure that you'll be sorry for it."
Her hips pushed up and she gave her ass a little wiggle. "Mmm, I hope so." she purred softly. Katniss knew she was pushing a dangerous line right now. He could walk out and cut her off completely, but something told her that he wouldn't. That he'd enjoy it.
Lips twitching up, Haymitch bent down and scooped her off the ground, shirt and all, before carrying her back into the house. He looked around the somewhat grimy living room before shaking his head and carrying her back to where he assumed her bedroom would be. Finding it, he pushed the door open and carried her in, dropping her on the bed before crawling in with her.
Laughing, Katniss wrapped an arm around his neck as he carried her through her apartment. When he dropped her on the bed, she scooted back to the headboad and smirked back at him. As he crawled up her body, she wrapped her arms around his waist.
"All this play and you've not even looked at the story yet," he hummed, twirling a lock of her hair around his finger. "How do you know it's even worth it?" He raised a brow and his lips twitched up in a smile.
"You can just owe me if it's no good." She chuckled. Her hands smoothed up his back, a nail lightly dragging up over his spine. "That seems fair, doesn't it?"
He studied her for a long moment, raising a brow slightly. "I don't like owing people. I'm not in the business of being in debt."
She looked back at him, meeting his eyes. "I trust you. I trust that whatever you have out there is good." she replied, raising a brow at him. "Besides... Regardless of this being... mutually beneficial... I'm... enjoying myself." She found that she liked his presence. (And his cock).
"Is that so?" he hummed, moving so that he was hovering over her again. "Well, isn't that interesting." He leaned down and pressed his lips and teeth to her throat, nipping and sucking lightly. "What would you enjoy right now?"
Humming softly, she tilted her head back and her eyes fluttered shut. "Mmm. Good interesting or bad?" she mumbled. Hands smoothing down his sides, her fingers curled against his hips, gently grabbing his ass. "Right now... I want you to keep using that mouth of yours."
"Mmm, always good interesting," the older man hummed. He smirked at her comment and nipped lightly at her throat again before snaking his tongue down to her collarbone. "Oh yeah? Where do you want me to use my mouth?" he murmured, breathing against her skin.
Shivering, the tiny hairs on her skin raised and her stomach dipped. "You know where I want it." she mumbled. A hand came up, fingers lightly running through his hair, scratching at his scalp.
"I want to hear you say it," he purred, sucking at a spot on her collarbone with the intent to mark. His fingers brushed up and down her sides, almost tickling in how light his touches were.
[ | Edited 1:52:17 PM] "I want you to go down on me." Katniss murmured, voice soft and breathy. Lips parting, she moaned softly and shifted against him, writhing against the sheets. One of her legs hooked around his hips and she arched against him.
"Mmm... that's my girl," he growled. Glancing up at her, he dragged his teeth down to one of her puckered nipples and took it between his teeth, tugging gently before sucking at it. "Your tits are perfect, you know that?" he murmured as he pulled away.
Gasping, Katniss's fingers lightly tugged at his hair. "Oh." biting down on her bottom lip, she looked down at him through her lashes. "Yeah?" she breathed. "I always thought they were a little small."
He shook his head, brushing his nose against the rosy tip. "No, just right," he assured her. Humming, he moved over to the other, giving it the same attention before continuing down toward the apex of her thighs.
Her thighs spread, the bottoms of her feet digging into the matress, heels pressing hard as he drew closer. "Ngh..." She moaned, thighs falling open when his nose dragged across her navel, making her shiver at the sensation -- her stomach was particularly sensitive to touch.
Haymitch felt his cock twitch in response to each noise she made, a swell of pride rising in him as he realized that it was him that was eliciting those noises. Looking up at her with dark eyes, he pressed his lips to her inner thigh in a soft kiss before he dipped his head down to take a deep breath, breathing in her musky scent. "God," he whispered as he exhaled.
She bit down hard on her bottom lip, hands flying from his hair to the sheets beneath her. "Ah." Her back arched high, hips gently rolling forward. "Please." she nearly whimpered, voice tight with need.
Haymitch smirked and reached one hand up to grip at her hips tightly before pressing his mouth hard against her core. He closed his eyes as he started to work his tongue against her, thrusting in before pulling back and flicking at her clit.
"Oh!" She cried as he finally pressed against her. "Oh god. Yes." Her fingers tugged and pulled at the sheets, feet pressing hard against the mattress. "Please. Please." she panted softly, cheeks flushing red with heat.
His nails dug in hard to her flesh as his hand closed in a death grip on her hips and he assaulted her with his lips and tongue. He lost track of everything that he was doing, just acting. Adding his fingers into the mix, he thrust three into her and pumped her hard as his lips closed around her clit, sucking hard. Opening his eyes, he looked up at her and groaned as he saw and felt her back arch with pleasure. With a twist of his fingers, he repositioned them so that they brushed against her g-spot with each thrust and he switched to flicking his tongue quickly over the sensitive bundle he had been sucking at.
Katniss was overwhelmed. Sweat glistened over her skin, making her look dewy in the dim light that filled her apartment. Her hips rolled against him as best they could, breasts bouncing with each movement. Raising one hand, she grabbed one of her breasts, squeezing gently, fingers finding her nipple and pinching gently. "Oh god. God. Haymitch. Yes. I--" The words stuck in her throat and her eyes squeezed shut tight. Body stilling, she let out a choked cry as she came. Trembling, she fell back against the bed, panting hard, hair disheveled.
Growling, Haymitch kept pumping his fingers through her orgasm, drawing it out as long as he could before finally pulling away from her and coaxing her down with his tongue gently lapping at her lips. By this point, his cock was rock hard all over again and he groaned as he shifted and moved back up her body, the sensitive skin brushing against the sheets and then her body.
Lazily, Katniss's hands came up, dragging down his back as Haymitch climbed up over her body. Humming softly, she leaned up and pressed soft kisses down over his jaw. "Mmm... you're good at that." she breathed. Despite how sensitive she was, she pressed up against him, slowly grinding against his cock.
"I know I am," he hummed, with a little smile. His hips moved with hers and he groaned faintly as her lips slid against him. "You know what else I'm good at?" he asked.
"What's that?" She mumbled. Her eyes flicked up at him, looking at Haymitch through her lashes. Lips parting, she sucked gently at the patch of skin just beneath his jaw and hummed.