Fuck it. Or him?

the last night in the tent

A frustrated groan went through my body. With two wrinkled finger I slipped out of my underwear.

I'm in the middle of the woods. And I can't come. Too horny to handle sleeping but not horny enough to finally come.

I sigh and turn in my tent. This is just all shit I tell myself. I'm just gonna sleep. I gotta get up tomorrow again. Early. Damn.

What was that? Someone is moving outside my tent! Could be a animal I think. It's so hot. I move and wrap my legs around the blanket in an attempt to cool myself.

"Well well" someone says.

I freeze. Does he know I'm in here? Is he searching for me?

The zipper on my tent make noise. It's not moving. Why is it making noise?

It moves and a sillouette appears. Broad shoulders. I hold my breath. The moon shines in my tent, revealing my face and body.

"Shit" I Mutter.

"Well hello there" the sillouette speaks. I know that voice. He takes a step toward.

"Luke??"

"Took you long enough" he chuckles. But it's a cold chuckle.

"Why are you here?" I ask

"Wanted to check on the half-blood camp. But know that I've found you.." he glances at my ass, revealed from under my blanket.

I realise and quickly cover it with my blanket.

"Don't act like I don't see that you've been trying" he says

"Trying to do what?" I sneer. "You know nothing"

He signals to my hands, my wrinkly fingers.

"It's been wet here" I say and roll my eyes

"Oh only on two fingers?" He grins.

"Fuck off" I say. What even is he doing here

"Need help?" He asks

"No??? Thanks!"

He chuckles and moves closer. He's too close. I feel his breath on my chest.

He suddenly cups my face with his hands. But it doesn't scare me. It somehow feels... Okay.

I close my eyes. Whatever he does. I'm okay.

I feel him moving closer. His lips touch mine for just a second.

He kisses me soft. Why am I kissing him back. And my does my stomach tingle like this.

He leans towards me making me lay on my back again.

He's on top of me. Removing the blanket he strokes over my upper leg. His one hand under my head, his lips on mine, and his second hand leading into a direction I never thought I'd ever feel his hands on.

I feel desperate for his touch. It's not enough. But it's more I've ever received.

He removes his hand from my head and slips it under my shirt.

Its night. I don't wear a bra in the night.

"Such a dirty girl." He groans.

His hand cups my breast. One finger firmly touching my hard nipple.

"It must be cold in here" I manage to say trying to Justify my hard nipple.

He sneers.

"Yeah sure thing" he almost whispers.

He removes his hands and Supports himself with them.His body moves on top of mine lowering until his chest is pressed against mine.

I feel his bulge between my legs. It makes me squirm.