Playing Games with Gojo Satoru
Part III
Time holds still for you, paralyzed as heavy footsteps make their way around the outside of the training room. You're both still as statues, your heart feels like it's going to beat out of your chest. Gojo is still holding you up, and you can feel his heart beating equally as fast. Still, he has no intentions of hiding.
"Scared?" he whispers.
You're too afraid of being heard to answer him.
"Mm, that's what I thought."
You can practically hear him smiling. Of course, it may as well be another game for him.
"Don't worry," he murmurs. "You're with me."
He gently slides the blindfold from your eyes. With his fingers, he parts your lips, slipping the fabric between them. He deftly re-ties the blindfold, effectively gagging you.
"That's what I wanted," he whispers. "Can you feel how hard it makes me?"
Yes, you can. And you can see too. Eyesight restored; you look down to see his smooth, thick cock, curved upwards slightly, silhouetted against you in the faint moonlit room. You can feel him throb with longing. A shiver runs up your spine, and you look back into his eyes. The footsteps are still there, though, and your fear hasn't dissipated. He presses his forehead against yours, and places his hands firmly on your hips. Your skin erupts in goosebumps.
"Keep your eyes on me," he says quietly. "I am the only thing that matters right now."
His eyes are nearly all you can see, he is so close to you.
"This would be a good time for the silent game," he traces the fabric of the blindfold between your lips. "Although, I suppose it's my challenge this time."
He draws a deep breath, and you feel his lower body tighten, his abs resting against your stomach, his cock pulsing lightly between your thighs. He tightens his grip on your hips. He then brushes a stray hair from your face, almost lovingly, his eyes never leaving yours. His heartbeat quickens once again.
"I'm ready," he whispers, so quietly he is almost inaudible. "I'll start slow for you…"
His thick, rounded tip enters you ever so slowly. You moan against the gag, and he responds with a small gasp, and a light shudder at the pleasure of entering you. He tips you forward, bringing your hips into a more horizontal position, pushing deeper inside you. He pauses for a moment, holding you in suspense, his eyes brimming with lust.
"We've barely started, and I'm already wondering how long I can last," he murmurs. He closes his eyes, and begins to move his hips.
He begins with long, straight strokes. Every nerve is in overdrive. The slight curve of his penis means you can feel every electric stroke running through you. The warm, tingling sensation is all you can focus on, and for a moment you forget all about the footsteps. The rest of your senses dull, the only feeling that matters is Gojo's cock filling you from the inside. Your heart beats out of control. With each thrust, the ecstatic feeling intensifies. You can't stop yourself from moaning loudly, which is fortunately muffled by the gag. Your legs begin to shake as you approach the edge. Gojo is moaning softly, clearly struggling to keep it together. His nails dig into your hips and the pressure of his stroke intensifies.
This is enough to send you over the edge. Your entire body shakes, you feel yourself tighten around his member, and feel a warm, wet gush between your legs. Breathing heavily, he slows to a stop. His chest rises and falls rapidly as he desperately tries to catch his breath. His eyes open.
"Fuck," he gasps. He takes a moment to catch his breath, before his eyes take on a curious gleam. "Do you hear that?" Silence. The footsteps are gone.
"We won't be needing this any more." He carefully pulls the gag from your lips. He glances behind you. "Let's try something else."
He carefully exits your body, the both of you releasing a small sigh of pleasure as he removes his cock from inside you. He sets you back onto your feet, and you stumble, legs weak. He chuckles in a self-satisfactory manner, but helps you steady yourself before walking behind the pillar and untying the second blindfold, releasing your wrists from their hold. He tosses it casually to the side, and reappears in front of you. He cradles your chin, his lips against your ear as he speaks.
"I liked those sounds you were making, maybe I can really hear them this time," he purrs.
"Besides," he continues. "I wasn't finished."
His cock is still fully erect. Now you can see all of his chiseled, naked body in the dim light. Sexy couldn't begin to describe him.
Gojo stands over you, looking down upon you with a commanding aura.
"Now, as I said, I'm not finished with you."
He backs away, slowly.
"Lay down. On your back."
You do so, taking care to put distance between yourself and the pillar. Gojo approaches you again, and gets down on his knees in front of you.
"I bet you like this, don't you?" he says. He places his palms on your knees and spreads them apart carefully. "You like me on my knees."
He smiles thoughtfully. "I kind of like it too." He leans into you, pushing your legs back up against your chest. "But don't worry," he breathes. "I'm still in control."
You feel him slip a finger inside you again, but he doesn't tease you this time. He brings it to his lips, sucking softly and sighing.
"You taste so sweet…"
He inserts his finger again, bringing it to your lips instead. "Try," he whispers. You suck gently, swirling your tongue around his fingertip. He tastes sweet and salty, an intoxicating combination. He closes his eyes, enjoying the sensation. A soft moan escapes his lips. He gingerly withdraws his fingertip from your mouth, brushing it extra slowly against your lips. He pushes himself up on his forearms, and hooks your legs over his shoulders. He nips your earlobe with his teeth, and with his lips he slips down your neck, to your nipples, his warm tongue moving in slow, circular motions. He moves back up your neck, to your jaw, and finally back to your lips, kissing you deeply and tenderly.
You feel him reposition his hips, and as he kisses you harder, he pushes your legs even further against his chest, still resting high on his shoulders. He enters you again, making sure you feel every inch of his thick cock as he fills you. He stops kissing you as he holds you down.
"Look at me," he murmurs.
You open your eyes as his long, elegant fingers close around your neck and tighten at the sides, not choking; but restricting.
"You are going to come for me," he says in a low, deep voice. "Not once, but many times." His grip on your neck intensifies slightly. "I promise."
"Pinky promise?" you breathe.
"You tell me."
His hips begin to move, thrusting back and forth at a medium pace. The way he holds your body down ensures that you feel every inch. He pushes inside you deeply, then pulls back as his head presses against your g-spot with every stroke. You are reaching your climax much faster this time. Your body shakes as you come for him.
"Good girl," he murmurs. He pauses, loosening his fingers from your neck. He runs his hands through your hair, moaning quietly as he starts to move inside you again.
"That was one. How many more can I get from you?"
He fucks you harder, faster. The feelings of pleasure within you escalate with him. He is being rougher with you now; pulling your hair, biting your neck, running his nails across your skin. He doesn't make an effort to stay quiet any longer, and neither do you. You are incredibly wet for him. You feel yourself starting to shake beneath him, tightening around his cock, and cry out in ecstasy. You come for him once, then twice, then three times. You are a quivering mess, your legs are weak and shaking. He is breathing hard.
Gojo slows down gradually to a stop. Both of your bodies are warm and slippery with sweat. He takes a moment to catch his breath.
"I like making you come for me," he whispers. "I think I'll do it again."
He unhooks your legs from his shoulders, removing himself. He rises partially to his knees. He beckons you to him.
"Come here," he commands. "I'll give you another taste."
You sit up. He shakes his head, smiling coyly.
"Not like that. On your hands and knees."
Your arms and legs are still weak from your string of mind-blowing orgasms. You crawl to him on your hands and knees, like he wants you to. You take his erection in your mouth. He tastes sweeter this time, almost like vanilla. He places his hand on the back of your neck firmly, pushing his cock deeper into your mouth. Your tongue dances around the tip, gliding along his cock as Gojo moans. He stiffens suddenly, and pulls you back by your hair.
"Ahh…you were close," he gasps. "Not yet."
He takes you by your hips into his lap, your legs straddling him. He wastes no time inserting himself, sighing in pleasure.
"Ride me slowly, now," he murmurs. "Very slowly. Can I make you come with my voice, do you think?"
"What do you mean?" you gasp. Even grinding on him at such a slow pace is nearly too much for you to handle. Your clit brushes against his shaft with each stroke. You feel as though you're lighting up inside, a warm, hot glow starting low in your body and spreading with every move. You begin to move a little faster, chasing the feeling you almost have. Gojo captures your chin in his hand.
"I said to go slowly," he says quietly. His opposing hand rests on your lower back, and he presses down, adjusting his legs so that yours no longer touch the floor. "If you can't control yourself, then I will," he purrs.
He guides you at an excruciatingly slow pace, hands locked on your waist. The warmth you feel is still growing, but now burning like a candle's flame, still hot, but not yet able to blaze out of control.
"That's better," he says. "Now, listen to me." He lowers his voice seductively.
"I'm not going to give you what you want yet. You've already had more than your fair share. Let me feel you." he sighs warmly. He buries his face in your hair as he moves you back and forth. His soft lips tickle your ear as he whispers to you.
"I know you can feel how hard I am. I can feel you getting wetter for me, feel you pulse for me, I know how badly you want to come. Maybe I should go even slower? Torturing you…there's no game more fun to play than that."
You're quivering at the sound of his voice, deep and filled with lust. But he keeps to his word, moving inside you slower than ever.
"That feels nice," he breathes. "Good girl. I want you shaking for me. I want to feel the heat rising in your body. I'll taste your lips, so sweet…" He brushes his lips against yours, while sliding the back of his hand along your cheeks. "They're burning. How strongly are you burning for me?"
You attempt to change your position in response. He grips you tighter and you let out a quiet, pleading moan.
"Please, Gojo," you beg.
"No," he says. You detect a hint of a growl in his voice. "I like it this way."
You're dripping wet, you can't catch your breath. You slide easily against him, both of your thighs are slick. You glide effortlessly together. Gojo is running out of breath too. He slips in his pacing, he guides you a little faster. Barely noticeable at first, but now his speed is increasing steadily. The flickering candlelight inside you is burning out of control. You feel hot, a powerful, warming sensation ignites low in your body. You dig your nails into his back, holding him firmly. He doesn't stop you. You take over again, grinding at a strong pace becoming more and more disoriented on your own pleasure. The flame roars, you cry out as you come for him, your legs shaking uncontrollably as the tingling waves wash powerfully over your body. You feel light as air.
Gojo voices his pleasure loudly. The sensation begins to fade. Quickly, Gojo turns you onto your side, and begins fucking you hard and fast. The sensation returns, flowing through you strongly. You continue to come for him, pulsing as hard and fast as he fucks you. His muscles contract, you can feel his cock throbbing. He cries out, now shaking himself. As he finishes, he pulls you tightly to him, gasping in ecstasy. You feel one last, bright spark of energy as you come with him.
You both relax simultaneously, collapsing onto the floor, breathing heavily, eyes closed. Your bodies are still entangled. You feel barely conscious, lightheaded, but cloaked in a veil of serenity. He holds you close to him in his muscled arms. Eventually his breathing softens. You open your eyes, and see that he has also opened his, surveying you quietly.
"How many times was that, do you think?"
"I couldn't count," you answer truthfully.
He smiles. "Well then, how am I supposed to outdo myself?"
The thought alone of another potential play session causes you to blush, the sensations replaying at flash speed in your mind.
"I don't think that will be a problem."
He chuckles. "Me either."
You lay there together for several long moments more, recovering. He buries his face in your neck, inhaling deeply.
"You smell nice," he murmurs.
Enveloped in a light sheen of sweat, his face red hot and flushed, no doubt still wet as a result of you, he should reek of sex. Instead, he smells delicately sweet, like morning dew.
Speaking of morning, you notice that the cool, silvery tones of moonlight have been replaced with rosy golden rays. They glimmer faintly against Gojo's pale, smooth skin, lighting his eyes with blue fire. It was nearly past dawn.
"We have to leave soon," you say, even though it's the last thing you want.
He stretches and yawns. "Ah, I suppose we do." He grins cheekily, and nips your ear before smoothly extracting himself from the mess of tangled limbs. He strides across the room and dresses himself. He casually tosses your clothes to you.
"Get dressed, you wretched thing."
You laugh, dressing hastily in the early morning light. Gojo watches you while leaning against the doorframe. As you go to leave, he grasps your forearm, pulling you to him unexpectedly. He kisses you briefly, holding your chin in his hands. His eyes peer over his sunglasses as he holds you there for a moment.
"Hey," he says softly. "Come back and play again soon, okay?" He tilts your chin back to his lips one last time before he releases you. Grinning broadly, he assumes his position back against the doorframe.
You leave the training room at last, after an unforgettable night with Gojo Satoru.
Maybe it won't be the last.