Chapter 133 Chapter 133 The Last Camping Trip
I look up. The fire from the campsite is nothing more than a small, flickering speck in the distance now.
“This is far enough, Nick.”
He stops immediately and lowers me gently to the ground. There’s a softness in the way he handles me, even now, even with everything running through both of us. Together, we set up the mattress and blanket on a flat patch of ground close to the water.
The lake is calm.
Waves roll in softly, the sound steady and soothing, like a heartbeat. The moon hangs high, casting just enough light to see everything clearly without breaking the intimacy of the dark.
I glance over at him.
Nick is already stripping—shirt first, then his shorts, then his boxers. He doesn’t rush it. There’s a quiet confidence in the way he moves, even with everything his body is fighting.
He grins at me and slides under the blanket.
I grin back and start pulling my own clothes off, piece by piece—but then, without warning, the pills hit.
Hard.
Heat floods my body, sudden and overwhelming. It starts low, then spreads fast, like something igniting under my skin. I suck in a breath, startled by how intense it is.
I thought they didn’t really work like this on women.
I was wrong.
My entire body feels like it’s burning.
By the time I slide in next to Nick, I’m already reaching for him. My hands find him instantly, desperate, like he’s the only thing that can put out the fire crawling under my skin.
He smiles against my lips.
“The pills kicked in,” he murmurs.
“There is literal fire under my damn skin,” I breathe.
His hand moves between us, fingers sliding down until they dip inside me. I buck toward him immediately, chasing the pressure, needing more.
So much more.
Now.
“I could get you to do whatever I want right now,” he says, pulling back slightly, teasing.
My body reacts without hesitation, following him, chasing his warmth like it’s instinct.
“That power was always in your hands,” I whisper.
My hands find him again, wrapping around him, stroking slowly at first, then tighter, firmer, working him up and down.
Nick lets out a low grunt.
I don’t wait.
I push up, straddling him, guiding him inside me with my hand. The moment I drop down onto him, we both react—sharp breaths, rough sounds pulled from deep inside.
Nick kicks the blanket off us.
His hands grip my hips as I start to move, grinding down, finding a rhythm that pulls moans from both of us. The night air fills with the sound, carried out over the water.
It feels like he’s reaching deeper than just my body.
Like he’s touching something inside me I can’t explain.
My head tilts back as the pressure builds—slow at first, then faster, climbing, overtaking everything.
“Nick!”
His name tears out of me as I come.
But I don’t stop.
I lean forward, bracing my hands on either side of his head, bouncing harder, faster. His hands slide up, gripping my breasts, fingers teasing my nipples, playing with the barbells.
The sensation shoots down my spine, sparks lighting up every nerve.
My body stiffens.
My muscles tighten, clenching around him.
“Fuck… fuck…” he groans beneath me. “Loosen up—that’s too tight.”
I ease just enough to give him relief—then tighten again.
Over and over.
Until he finally breaks, coming inside me, my name falling from his lips into the quiet night.
Another orgasm crashes through me with him.
For a moment, everything slows.
Then shifts.
Nick moves fast, pulling me forward, flipping positions until I’m on my hands and knees. He’s behind me in seconds, pushing inside hard enough to knock the air out of me.
I gasp, trying to catch my breath, but he doesn’t slow.
His fingers trace along my spine, tapping lightly, almost playfully, while his pace stays relentless.
My skin starts to sting under the intensity.
He taps my ass.
“Hit me harder,” I say.
He laughs—but he listens.
His hand comes down sharper this time.
“Harder than that.”
He pauses.
Just for a second.
Then—
SLAP.
SLAP.
SLAP.
Each one lands harder than the last.
Another orgasm hits me, sudden and overwhelming. My body gives out under it, releasing completely.
Nick pulls out, pushing me forward onto the mattress, then rolls me onto my back, spreading my legs again.
“You like it rough,” he says, his voice lower now. “Really fucking rough.”
His hand moves up my body, sliding between my breasts, then up to my neck.
I smile up at him.
He pushes inside me again.
I take his hand, guiding it, showing him where to place it—how to hold without hurting me.
Nick thrusts harder this time, his grip tightening around my neck. The pressure builds, pushing me right to the edge of control.
For a second, he feels different.
Not gone—just… deeper. Rawer.
He gives me everything—harder than he ever has before.
My body moves with his, chasing it, matching it, losing myself in it.
Then—
He pulls out.
Suddenly.
I grunt, frustrated, my brows pulling together as I glare at him.
“Beg,” he says simply. “You want it? Beg.”
I bite the inside of my cheek, jaw tightening. I take a slow breath in, then out.
“Please…”
He doesn’t move.
He watches me.
Waiting.
“Please…” I repeat, my voice breaking just enough. “…fuck me. Please fuck me, Nick.”
That’s all he needs.
He slams back inside me, harder than before, faster, relentless. His hands grip my hips, holding me in place as he drives into me again and again.
I scream.
Pain and pleasure blur together into something overwhelming, something I can’t separate.
“Open your mouth,” he says. “Tongue out.”
And I do.
Without hesitation.
Nick pulls out, his hand moving fast over himself. He steps closer, guiding himself to my mouth, pressing against my tongue before finishing.
I don’t move.
I just watch him.
“Swallow.”
And I do.
Nick leans down. "You are my perfect little fuck toy."
His words send a chill over my skin.
He drops down next to me.
"I love you!" I say.
"I love you more!" he says.
His words break me.
The tears come, quiet, dripping down my face.