Roommate - SEASON 1 EPISODE 13

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Roommate - SEASON 1 EPISODE 13

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Nicole

"What are you reading?" An awfully familiar and annoying voice asked as they sat across from me, on the bench I was currently occupying by myself. Except now I wasn't so alone anymore.

I liked to sit down and enjoy the sun for a bit after my classes, before having to go back to my dorm room. Being alone under the sun was my form of therapy when I felt like shit.

Blake was ruining the peace for me. "Naked man on the cover again. Except now he's holding onto a half naked woman. You're nasty."

Rolling my eyes, I bookmarked my spot and set the book down on my lap, giving him an annoyed glance. "That's just how most romance novels look, doesn't mean anything. Not that it's any of your business what I read."

"I bet there's some smut in there, huh?"

My cheeks enflamed. "How do you know that word? It's exclusive to books."

He scooted closer to me and grabbed the book from my lap. Smirking at me, he opened a random page and I tried to snatch it back when I saw that he landed on an actual smut scene. Laughing, he pulled the book away from my grasp and stood up to read the page.

I stood as well, trying to grab my precious book back to no avail.

He was laughing at my struggle. Until he wasn't. Because suddenly he was blushing and pulling his collar away from his neck, looking uncomfortable.

Fuck my life.

Blake handed the book back to me and cleared his throat when I practically ripped it from his hand.

We both didn't say a word after that, and I tucked the book back in my bag to keep it safe from other prying eyes. Now he knew that I enjoyed reading what he did on a daily. One of his favorite activities were something I only ever fantasized about.

He wasn't supposed to know that.

He sat back on the bench and rested his elbows on his knees, interlocking most of his fingers and pressing his index fingers against his lips, holding his chin up with his thumbs. When I paid a bit more attention to him to try and decipher what he was thinking, I noticed the tip of his ears were pink.

For some reason that made me smile. He was actually embarrassed about what he just read. To be fair, the specific scene he just read was one of the more kinky ones.

I wanted to know what he was thinking, but also not really. If I tried to make conversation now, he'd probably brush off his embarrassment and tease me. And I didn't really wanna deal with any of his teasing at the moment.

Without saying anything at all, I stood up and started to walk away to get away from him. Except he had other plans. I only got a few feet away before he stood and caught up to me in a couple strides.

Blake was still quiet as we walked back to our dorm, even as we got inside and he sat on his bed. It wasn't until I got back out from the bathroom and grabbed a water bottle that he finally said something.

"So you do like butt stuff?"

The water I was trying to swallow went up my nose, and I bent over as I coughed it up, pushing him away from me when he came to my "rescue". It took me a few minutes before I caught my composure again and stood straight again to gape at him.

"I didn't choose that book for that scene alone, you weirdo!" I sputtered, feeling my entire face heat up. "No, I don't like butt stuff!"

"Have you even tried it?"

I paused, because no I haven't, but my sex life was none of his business. "I don't like it."

"So you've tried it."

"No!" I nearly cried. He was infuriating and annoying as all hell. "I've never tried it but it is exclusively an exit for me, thank you!"

The smirk taking over his face made me wanna slap it right off him. "Why are you yelling, sugarplum?"

"I'm not yelling." I was. "Just don't assume what I've done. It's weird."

"Well, I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable." He groaned as he threw himself back in his bed and got on his phone. "I was just curious. Wanted to see if I had to look up tips on butt stuff online."

Somehow my face got hotter. "Why would you need to look that up?"

"Well if you liked it, I would give it a try as well."

"You're never touching me," I placed my hands on my hips in annoyance and his eyes followed my curves. "So why would you need to give it a try for my sake?"

He only smirked and got back on his phone.

"Give up on trying to get in my pants, Blake. It's not gonna happen."

My breath caught when he suddenly stood back up and approached me, backing me up until the back of my legs hit my bed. I reached back to hold myself up against my mattress when his front pressed against me. I wanted to get mad and tell him to back off, but his warmth felt nice in contrast to the cold room around us.

"It's not gonna happen, huh?" He reached a hand up and took off my claw clip, something he'd been doing often. Usually to fix it. This time he only did it to put his hands through my hair. Not very sexy when my curly hair caught his fingers in its knots. He seemed unfazed about it, though. His fingers massaged the back of my head and I held back a moan because god, it felt so good. My eyes drifted shut when he kept working his magic.

"Drunk you would like to say otherwise. Drunk you is you being honest. And I know you want me just as bad." My eyes snapped open as his hand lowered and squeezed my neck, angling my head towards him. "Actually, I don't think you understand just how bad I want you. I doubt you'd come close to wanting me as bad as I want you."

His head lowered and I turned mine to the side to avoid a kiss, but his lips met the nape of my neck instead and sent a shiver down my spine. The shiver ended between my legs, forcing me to press my thighs together, as tight as I could manage.

Fuck. I was so touch deprived. He could feel how badly I wanted it, I was sure.

His lips grazed their way up to my ear as he whispered, "Do you want me to stop?"

I couldn't find my voice to say anything at all. Not even to say I wanted it. I didn't know if I wanted it. But by me not saying anything was invitation enough.

His other hand caressed my side, sliding down to the hem of my shirt before lifting it just enough to graze my skin. The pads of his fingers rubbed the skin above the waistband of my jeans before palming my entire side and squeezing at the same time he squeezed my neck again.

When a small whimper escaped my lips, he pulled away and let the cold air invade my front again as he dropped his hands by his sides. He was smiling at me when my eyes fluttered open again.

"It's never gonna happen, though, right?"

He walked backwards in the direction of the bathroom as I stood there like an idiot, my lips parted and my legs still squeezed tightly together. His eyes trailed down my body and he winked when he noticed that detail, looking awfully proud of himself.

"I'll have you shaking under me eventually, sweet cheeks. Just you wait. You won't be able to resist me."

And just like that, his ego dried me right up. At least it would've if it worked like that. But I found no need to squeeze my legs together anymore as he shut the bathroom door. His annoying smirk was the last thing I saw before he disappeared inside.

Shame. That's what I felt when I realized just how pathetic of a moment that was. I felt weak. But I felt like I could just blame it on the fact that I was touch deprived. It's been years, and I was a woman with needs.

And I just usually took care of those needs myself. But haven't been able to with an annoying, space-invading man as a roommate. Never had time to even think about it because he was always around.

I'd find a way to satisfy my needs soon, one way or another. Because it was getting ridiculous and way out of hand.

By the time he came back out of the bathroom, I was already in bed, comfortably under my blanket. My back was turned to him when he went back over to his bed.

My plan was to ignore him for the rest of the day, if that was even possible.

"We should go for some snacks."

I could actually go for some snacks.