Chapter 2: Moonlitravings
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The night was thick with heat, the kind that clung to skin like a second layer, and the distant thrum of the tiki bar’s music faded into the background as Gojo dragged Alex across the sand. His hand was a vice around hers, fingers digging into her wrist hard enough to leave marks, but she didn’t care. The look in his eyes, those piercing blues usually hidden behind his blindfold, was enough to make her pulse race. He was a storm, untamed and electric, and she was caught in his current.
“I can’t wait another fucking second,” he growled, his voice low and rough, like gravel dragged over glass. His gaze swept the beach, sharp and calculating, before landing on a shadowed alcove tucked behind a cluster of palm trees. “There.” The word was a command, not a suggestion, and he was already pulling her toward it, his stride quickening with every step. Alex stumbled to keep up, her breath hitching as the anticipation coiled tight in her stomach.
The alcove was a world of its own, the moon casting fractured light over the weathered rocks and the sand beneath their feet. The air smelled of salt and the faint tang of seaweed, but all Alex could focus on was Gojo—his heat, his intensity, the way his body moved with predatory grace. He didn’t slow down, didn’t give her a chance to think. He shoved her back against the rocks, the rough surface biting into her skin, and she gasped, the sound swallowed by the crash of waves.
“Gojo,” she managed, her voice trembling, but he didn’t let her finish. His mouth crashed down on hers, hot and demanding, his tongue plunging deep as if he wanted to consume her. She moaned into the kiss, her hands fisting in his shirt, pulling him closer. He tasted like salt and something darker, something primal, and it sent a shiver racing down her spine.
His hands were everywhere, rough and impatient, tearing at her dress like it offended him. The fabric gave way with a sharp rip, the sound lost in the night, and Alex didn’t care. She was too lost in the feel of him, too consumed by the need burning through her veins. The dress pooled at her feet, leaving her in nothing but her lace bra and panties, the moonlight casting her skin in silver. Gojo’s eyes raked over her, dark and hungry, and she felt exposed in the best way possible.
“You’re driving me fucking crazy,” he muttered, his voice thick with lust, and she could hear the strain in it, the way he was barely holding himself together. His fingers fumbled with the clasp of her bra, and when it finally came undone, her breasts spilled into his waiting hands. He cupped them, his thumbs brushing over her nipples, and she gasped, arching into his touch.
“Fuck, Alex,” he breathed, his mouth latching onto one nipple, sucking hard, and she cried out, her fingers digging into his shoulders. The sensation was electric, lighting her up from the inside out, and she could feel herself growing wetter, her body betraying just how much she wanted him. His other hand slid beneath her panties, his fingers finding her slick and ready, and he groaned, the sound vibrating against her skin.
“Please, Gojo,” she begged, her voice trembling, her hips rocking against his hand. “I need you.” He pulled back just enough to meet her eyes, his own burning with a fire that made her stomach clench. “Tell me what you want,” he demanded, his voice low and husky, and she didn’t hesitate.
“I want you inside me,” she said, her voice shaking but firm. “I want you to fuck me until I can’t think straight.” His grin was feral, a predator’s grin, and he didn’t waste another second. His belt clinked as he unfastened it, his pants hitting the sand a moment later, and Alex’s breath caught at the sight of him—hard and thick, his cock straining against the confines of his boxers.
He didn’t give her time to adjust, didn’t give her time to think. He grabbed her hips, lifting her effortlessly, and she wrapped her legs around his waist as he pushed inside her in one brutal thrust. Alex screamed, the sound swallowed by the roar of the ocean, and he didn’t stop, didn’t slow down. He fucked her hard and fast, his hips slamming into hers, the rocks digging into her back, but she didn’t care. All she could feel was him, the way he filled her, the way he owned her, and she was lost in it, in him.
“Fuck, Alex,” he growled, his voice ragged, and she could feel him trembling, could feel the way he was barely holding on. “You feel so goddamn good.” His pace quickened, his thrusts growing harder, and she could feel the pressure building, her body coiling tight like a spring.
“Gojo,” she gasped, her nails digging into his back, and he didn’t need to be told. He shifted his angle, hitting that spot deep inside her, and she came apart, her body shuddering as the orgasm ripped through her. He followed her over the edge, his hips stuttering as he buried himself deep inside her, his groan muffled against her neck.
For a moment, they just stayed like that, their bodies pressed together, their breathing ragged, and Alex could feel the sweat cooling on her skin. Gojo finally pulled back, his hands gentle now as he set her down, and she leaned against him, her legs shaky.
“Fuck,” he muttered, his voice rough, and she couldn’t help but laugh, the sound soft and breathless. “You’re insane,” she said, her voice teasing, and he grinned, that feral grin that made her heart skip a beat.
“You love it,” he said, and she couldn’t argue. She did.