This girl will be the death of me. She was stubborn as all hell. "Why go through all that when I can just have your number?"

  "Yeah, no." She tapped my shoulder as they both walked past me, planning to leave me alone in the room. Not on my watch.

  "Sorry, Blake." Alisson waved me off when I made an attempt to follow them. "Girl's night tonight, so you can't come. Love you, though!" She threw over her shoulder as they both walked away.

  I really just got ditched by my own sister.

  CHAPTER 14

  Madison

  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 Madison. 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, Madison," 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.

  CHAPTER 15

  Blake

  Madison was avoiding me. That much was obvious when she'd walk right back out of the room when she noticed I was in.

  And all I could think about was that damn page I read in her book last week. The game of ten minutes we played the other day also didn't help my fantasies. I was never really into anal play or anything, but for some reason imagining trying it out with her was exciting to me. Little guy was standing at full attention under my gym shorts, which was why I refused to go out with Bruce tonight. No matter how many times I jerked it, it stood back up a few minutes later.

  And it was all because of that persistent thought of having her under me, trying out things we've both never done. Especially because I was so close to having a taste but the damn alarm went off. I should've had it on silent.

  I was an idiot.

  My hand was under the waistband of my shorts again when the door to the dorm beeped once, and I pulled my hand back as quickly as I could when Madison walked in.

  The loud huff that escaped her made me smile. Only one look at me and she was already annoyed.

  She had yet to give me her number, which might've been why she was avoiding me. I won fair and square, but I'd let her admit to her loss herself and admit defeat with her number.

  She dropped her book bag on her bed and shot another quick glance in my direction, before grabbing a hoodie from her closet and walking right back out. I wondered where she was off to now, but had better priorities than chasing after her. Like reaching my hand back down my shorts and fisting my dick.

  I didn't know how much time passed when I felt my dick pulse and throb in my hand, ready to cum with the image of Madison in my mind. My eyes were shut, picturing her perfect curves as I imagined her pretty little mouth wrapped around me. I was breathing heavily and groaning, desperate for release.

  I was on the brink of doing so when the door beeped again and I squeezed my dick to try and stop it. A whimper left my lips as Madison walked back in. My dick was pulsing and begging to come.

  She noticed me shaking first, then she noticed my hand down my pants. Her cheeks enflamed almost immediately, and she covered her eyes as she apologized and ran to the bathroom.

  "I'm so sorry!" She repeated from inside, sounding distraught.

  Another groan left my lips as I pulled my shaky hand out of my pants, rolling onto my stomach to hold down my aching hard on.

  "Blake!" Madison was panicking in the bathroom. "Blake oh my god I am sooo sorry!"

  I wanted to tell her it was fine, but I was busy trying to catch back my breath. Trying to hold down a boner wasn't fun or painless.

  "Blake?"

  Rolling onto my side, I cupped a hand over my dick. "You're fine, sweet cheeks. Don't worry."

  "Did I not let you finish?"

  "Granted I had just started a few minutes ago; no, doll face, I didn't finish." But I was about to.

  She opened the door a smidge and peeked out. "Seriously, I feel awful... and awkward not gonna lie."

  I managed a chuckle as I was still fighting a hard on, waving her off. "Imagine how I feel. I'm holding down a boner that just wants to come on your ass."

  The silence made me realize I said that out loud and I groaned once again, my own cheeks becoming hot in embarrassment. I could not have said something weirder even if I tried.

  When I looked up at her, her eyes were focused on the hand resting over my dick and her teeth digging into her bottom lip. If I didn't know any better I'd think she liked the idea that just left my lips. As if realizing she was staring, she shook her head and apologized one last time before grabbing something out of her bag and walking back out.

  I'd bet if the door wasn't soft close, she would've slammed it shut too.

  With a huff, I forced myself out of bed and went into the bathroom to shower. The first place I should've considered stroking my dick in to avoid any awkward fucking moments with my poor roommate.

  I was gonna be in here a while.

  • • •

  Surprisingly enough, Madison wasn't avoiding me even more than she already was after today's incident. If anything, I'd think she was trying to be around me more.

  "Do you want something from the vending machine?" Her timid voice was adorable, especially with the oversized hoodie she was wearing. It was a pale mint color that reached her mid thigh. So fucking beautiful.

  I was sitting on our shared desk, trying to get an essay finished, but snacks sounded more important. Standing, I simply nodded my head as a response and she smiled, walking towards the door. I followed after her, letting the door close behind us. The walk out to the vending machine was quiet, but surprisingly not awkward.

  Even with it being dark and lonely, I felt comfortable enough around her.

  When we got there, I noticed she pulled out a different wallet and smiled at the crisp ten dollar bill she pulled out of it. She hesitated a moment before inserting it into the slot and rested a nervous hand against her lips, silently cheering when the machine accepted it without struggle.

  I found myself smiling at how adorable she was when she quickly pushed the numbers for her desired snacks; a pack of Oreos, fruit snacks, and a bag of lemon Cheetos. Random combination, but I was the same so I couldn't blame her. I picked out Reese's, hot fries, and a fruit roll up. Just as random as her choices.

  Beaming, she turned towards me with an Oreo sticking out of her mouth and I chuckled, watching her stuff her other two snacks into the pocket of her hoodie. We then stopped by the vending machine with the drinks.

  "What do you want?" I asked as I pulled out a crisp five dollar bill.

  She waved me off, a different Oreo sticking out of her mouth. Quickly pulling it into her mouth with the help of her lips, I tried hard not to laugh at how much she looked like a fish out of water doing that. "I still have cash, but thank you."

  "I don't want change, just let me get it for you."

  She sighed, nodding. "Fine, I'll take a red Gatorade."

  "Gotcha."

  Handing her drink over after grabbing it and my coke, we once again walked side by side back to our building. Except when we got there, we both realized something.

  Neither one of us had our key card on us.

  "You have got to be kidding me," Madison grumbled as she threw her trash into the nearby trash can. "I'm freezing my ass off!"

  I looked around in hopes that anyone at all was around to let us in, but of course our luck was against us.

  "Shit, I still need to finish my essay."

  She turned to me and furrowed her eyebrows. "You didn't think to bring your key card?"

  "I don't see yours either."

  Annoyance overcame her and she rolled her eyes. "I was more focused on making sure I had money that would be accepted, so I'm sorry."

  "It's a Wednesday, I highly doubt anyone is out at this time." Her teeth were clattering as I spoke. "We might as well get comfortable."

  The look she gave me told me she thought I was insane. And maybe I was. But I was also just cold as shit. I knew she was too with the goosebumps on her exposed thighs. All she had were a pair of thigh high socks.

  "I hate it here."

  Going over to the wall by the doors, I slid down to sit on my butt, patting the space beside me for Madison to follow. With a raised brow, she walked over to sit beside me, not too willing but I was sure she knew it was the only option we had.

  No one was around to open up for us and the office was closed over an hour ago.

  It was a good thing her hoodie was oversized, because all she really had to do was bring her knees up to her chest and drape it over her legs. The only thing sticking out at the bottom were her converse.

  However, I was still cold as shit, and she didn't look like she was satisfied either, so I spoke up again, "Can I hold you?" When she turned to give me a weird look, I chuckled. "For warmth. Nothing weird."

  "Okay." Her bottom lip was still trembling as she spoke. "Fine."

  Coming closer to me, she laid her head on my chest and I wrapped my arm around her shoulders, holding her as close to me as I could. And I couldn't tell what exactly was making me warm—the feel of her body heat, or the feeling inside me that blossomed when she was the first to lean into me.

  It definitely wasn't the latter.

  CHAPTER 16

  Madison

  I wasn't sure how long we stayed out like two homeless college students, but at one point I got too comfortable and knocked out in Blake's arms. Blake was the one who woke me up to tell me someone was here to finally open the doors. Still a bit groggy, I let him help me off the ground and guide me towards the building doors, where a guy was waiting to let us in, holding the door open for us.

  "Thanks, man," Blake nodded at him as we walked past him.

  "Of course." He let the doors close behind us and I rubbed my eyes with the heels of my hands in an attempt to wake myself up a little more.

  When we reached our dorm, we realized we still needed a key card to get into our room. So we went right back to sitting against the wall. At least now we weren't out in the cold.

  "Madison?"

  I looked over at Blake with a small, tired smile. "Hmm?"

  "This is your fault."

  Rolling my eyes, I laid my head on his shoulder. "Fuck you."

 

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