Roommates (REWRITING)

Chapter 14 | Ten Minutes

"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.