Roommate - SEASON 1 EPISODE 15

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Roommate - SEASON 1 EPISODE 15

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Nicole

I finally managed to sneak in an orgasm while I showered. Thank goodness Blake didn't question the new handheld shower head I bought the other day. If anything, I think he liked it better than the old one, since the other one had one setting and didn't have good water pressure. This one had plenty of settings to choose from.

Now I felt like I could conquer the world and the men in it. Because now I couldn't be enticed with sex. I was untouchable. No longer the pathetic, touch-deprived Nicole. I was a new woman.

When I walked out of the steamy bathroom, ready for bed, Blake was leaning against the wall beside my bed, his arms crossed and a sneaky smile on his face. Hesitant, I walked around him and was about to climb onto my bed when he rushed over to me and made me stumble back against the desk between our beds. A groan left me when I felt the hit on the back of my thigh.

That was gonna bruise.

"So, Nicole," he started, the smile still pulling the sides of his lips up.

I leaned back when he got too close for comfort, our breaths basically becoming one between us. "What?" I finally managed.

"Let's play a game."

My face fell. I could be sleeping but he wanted to play a game? "What game?"

"Ten minutes." He backed up enough to give me enough space so I could sit on my bed. I nodded to show him that I was listening. "I have ten minutes to do whatever I want with you; touching, teasing, biting..." He winked and I bursted out laughing, folding forward as I rested a hand on my stomach.

When I recovered to see his straight face, I stopped abruptly and furrowed my brows. "Oh, you're serious."

"Of course I am."

Oh, yikes. "You're funny, how will I have fun in this game of yours that you clearly made up?"

"Let me finish, sugarplum." He straightened in front of me and caged me in, his hands resting on my bed beside me. "If you moan, you lose. If you don't, I lose... simple enough, right?"

"I'm a little lost..."

"I will do what I please with you and if you moan or make any type of sexual sound, you lose and I win." He was now looking at me like I was dumb.

"No, idiot." I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms over my chest. Of course I noticed how his eyes looked down at my boobs, which were now pushed up a bit. Not much to see anyway. "I mean what will I get if I win?"

He smirked, the prettiest blue eyes meeting mine again. "You seem pretty confident about winning now don't you?"

I smiled. "Of course. Your touch has no effect on me, so I don't have to worry about losing."

And I already orgasmed, so a simple touch wouldn't make me act like a desperate fool. I was more than confident in winning this stupid game of his.

"We'll see about that, sunshine. We'll just see..." his eyes looked like he was planning nothing but trouble. Then he opened his mouth again, "those other times I touched you, I was almost sure I could've had you shaking under me if I had just asked, but I held myself back."

My cheeks warmed and I looked down, letting my hair fall in front of my face like a curtain to hide my shame. Fuck him and his awfully good memory. Why did he have to remember those other times.

Either way, this time would be different. I was sure it would be.

"So if I win, I get your number." His hands slid towards my hips and I flinched. My own hands grabbed his and I pushed them as far away from me as I could.

"Don't touch me, the game hasn't started. You still have to tell me what I'm gonna win."

He chuckled. I'm sure he was already having a blast just by my reactions. "Okay, if you win I promise to leave you alone for the rest of the year."

Oh, that was so enticing.

"You got yourself a deal, actually. Pretty good conditions." I held out my hand and he laughed as he shook it.

"Let's start then, since you're so confident."

Blake pulled out his phone from his back pocket and I watched him open up the timer app. Knowing we were gonna start soon, I felt my nerves bubble up inside me and I swallowed hard. Shit now I wasn't so sure if I would win.

He was wearing gray sweats and the long sleeve he was wearing had the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. And I could've sworn he planned the outfit on purpose for this very moment, because there was no way he didn't know those were most girls' biggest weaknesses.

I was gonna lose. Fuck. Me.

The second he pressed start on the timer and turned to me, I froze in my spot, my hands resting by my sides. His hands reached out for me and I tried my best not to flinch when his fingers grazed my collarbones.

His touch was so soft and delicate, as if he would somehow break me if he wasn't careful. All I could do was sit there, looking anywhere but at him. Because I was terrified that he would somehow see how much he really affected me if he had just one look into my eyes. So I decided to close them instead.

Though, if he slid his hand a little lower, he'd feel how fast my heart was beating. It was a good thing he couldn't feel my uneasiness.

It felt like a swarm of butterflies decided to migrate right into the pit of my stomach. And they weren't leaving anytime soon.

Why did I agree to this stupid game?

Suddenly, his fingers trailed up and over my shoulder blade, sending shivers down my spine. His fingers pulled the straps of my tank top down and I held my breath when he pressed his lips to my shoulder, slowly making his way up to my neck.

Oh, fuck...

My eyes snapped open to look at the timer, and to my dismay, only one minute had passed. Seemed like time only flew by when you didn't want it to, and when you did want it to, it decided to take its sweet, precious time.

His lips trailed up to my neck and I bit my lip to hold back the moan that wanted to escape. When he held up my chin with his finger and kissed my jaw, I squeezed my eyes tighter. This moment would be the death of me, because he knew exactly what he was doing to me.

That stupid orgasm earlier meant nothing, because now I could feel myself getting wet just by getting kissed. Sure, there were very sensitive spots for girls, but it was ridiculous.

One of his hands dropped down to my side, sliding up my tank top to squeeze me while his other hand went around my neck. He tilted my head up and I opened my eyes to watch him look at me with so much hunger it actually scared me.

Because now I wanted more than just kisses.

When the hand on my neck pushed me back, I fell onto my back and gasped softly, squeezing my thighs together. He climbed on top of me, sliding his hands up my shins, over my knees, and onto my thighs. The moment he squeezed my upper thighs is when I felt heat build up at my core and I let out a moan.

I didn't care.

It was just my number, and it would be convenient to have his in case of emergencies. Quite honestly, I just wasn't giving it to him before because I was being petty. And it was funny.

Even though he had already won, he let the timer run as his hands spread my legs apart and his face lowered. My cheeks flushed once again as I watched him get so close I could feel his breath on my thighs.

"Blake?" My voice came out breathless, but I needed to know what the hell he was doing.

"It's alright," he whispered back, tilting his head to kiss my thigh, then kissing the other one. Feeling helpless, I gripped the bedsheets and closed my eyes because fuck I wanted his lips on me. Matter of fact, I didn't want his lips to leave me.

The moment I felt his teeth graze the sensitive skin on my inner thighs, I jumped and squeaked, making him chuckle. His grip was still on me though so I had nowhere to go. I just watched as his face got closer and closer to where my body was begging him to be.

By the time his face was hovering over my shorts and my heart was beating hard in anticipation, the timer went off and we both jumped. He was quick to get off me, snatching his phone from the bed and cursing at it before throwing it on his own bed.

All I could do was lay there and try to catch back my breath as he turned to give me an apologetic smile. Before I could say anything though, he turned to walk into the bathroom.

I knew exactly what he was planning on doing in there too, because I noticed the bulge growing behind his sweats. I couldn't even blame him, I was going to need the bathroom next. Maybe another shower.