CHAPTER FORTY-NINE

CHAPTER FORTY-NINE
ANTHONY’S POV

I held my breath as I waited for Blake to say something. Taking his shirt and wearing it was a very intentional act I thought would make him feel something for some reason. Afterall, whenever Crystal wore his clothes, he always told her how cute she looked. Not to be petty or anything, but I was way cuter.

“You...you climbed up my bedroom window?”

Not the response I was waiting for, but it’ll do.

“Yes,” I said smugly hoping that he wouldn’t look out his window to see the ladder I had propped against the wall. He eyed me for sometime, and a part of me thought that he was checking me out. His gaze seemed to hold a sort of longing for me – at least that’s how my delusional mind interpreted the look he gave me.

“I didn’t think you had any upper body strength to carry out that kind of feat. Good for you Tony.” My sister may have stopped calling me ‘Tony’, but Blake took it upon himself to begin that journey and I was loving it with each passing day.

He began to undress right there in front of me. I tried my best to be as calm and cool headed as possible even though I was having a meltdown internally. My stomach got all knotted up when his shirt came off and I could see his abs under the bright light of his bedroom, and my groin stirred when his pants came off. He noticed me staring at him like a thirsty little bitch and smirked. Heat crept up my whole face and I looked away quickly.

“It’s okay to look, Tony. You just can’t touch it.” I felt my face burn even more at his tease. “I’ll be right back.”

I used the time he spent in shower to calm myself down. I entered his room today determined to win him over, but here I was freaking out just because I saw him in his underwear. How was I supposed to go on with my plan? How was I supposed to act cool when Blake Lindell looked that hot?

He came out a few minutes later with his hair all wet and his torso exposed. He had on grey sweatpants and it was quite obvious from the outline that he most definitely didn’t have any underwear on. I loved sweatpants season so much!

“I usually sleep naked, Tony, but I still very much like you alive so I’m gonna keep these on.” He pointed at the greys and smiled in that sexy way only Blake Lindell could manage.

“Very bold of you to think that I find you remotely attractive. I’m into guys like Michael Tema.” His expression turned sour and his playful smile was gone. Groaning and rolling his eyes, he pulled back the comforter and got in his bed. I followed suit, smiling at the little victory I had gained that night.

“If you’re into guys like Michael, why aren’t you sharing his bed right now?”

“You sound like you want me to like you. Do you have a thing for me, Blake?” It was very rare for Blake Lindell to blush feeling embarrassed and the fact that I was the one who made that possible gave me so much happiness that I couldn’t help but blush myself.

“Don’t be ridiculous, Pearce.”

We were silent for a while. On the outside, I was lying still and calm and not bothered at all by our sleeping arrangement, but inside, my body was on fire. It was torture to be that close to him without touching him. I imagined running my fingers up and down his chest one million times and I was so close to actually doing it.

Blake turned off the lights, which made it even worse for me to bear. Then I felt him move a little and our arms touched. That little graze felt like a billion volts of electricity was coursing through my whole body. Oh, to feel that again!

“Why did you break up with Michael?” Blake asked. I thought he was asleep. Clearly, he wasn’t. “You never told me the reason.”

How was I to tell him that I broke up with Michael because I was in love with him? That after he kissed me to fiercely on Halloween night after the party, my whole body had ceased to react positively to any one who wasn’t him? I couldn’t tell him that for obvious reasons even though I did want to win him over to my side, so I said;

“I like someone else.”

It was like he was frozen. I felt him stiffen on his side of the bed. Even though the light from the street lamp outside his bedroom window did seep in, I couldn’t still make out his facial expression. I wanted to turn the lights back on, but I had a feeling Blake’s hand would no longer be resting on mine if I did that.

“You...you like someone else?” His voice sounded strained, pained even, and a part of me hoped that it was because he was a little bit jealous. I wanted him to be jealous.

“Yeah. He uh...he’s really cute. Scratch that, he’s very handsome.” Blake turned to me in that moment. It was a swift motion that caught me off guard. I couldn’t see his face clearly then, but I could still mange to make out the outline of his nose and his lips and see the direction in which his eyes were gazing. His face was really close to mine and I felt the onset of desire emerge from within me.

“Do I know him? Where did you meet him? What school does he go to?” I opened my mouth to respond, but Blake started drawing circles with his finger on my right hand and so it was a bit difficult to concentrate.

“He...I’ve known him for quite some time now. The only thing is that he has a girlfriend.”

“He’s bi?” he asked in a whisper. Unable to restrain myself, I lifted my hand  and brushed aside a strand of his hair that was finding its way to his eyes. I made sure to touch the skin of his forehead while I was at it which made him shudder. I think he inched closer.

“I doubt it. But I like him still.”

“Here you go again, falling for someone you can’t have. When will you learn, Pearce?”

“I guess never.” I rested my hand on his chest. This was a bold move for me and I did it not knowing how he was going to react to it. I waited with bated breath for him to shrug my hand off or ask me what the hell I thought I was doing, but when he didn’t do that, I let my hand rest completely on his chest. It felt good for it to be there, like it belonged there and no where else.

“Why do you like him?”

“Well...” My words were cut short when Blake slipped his hand underneath my shirt. The contact with my skin cut me off guard and the slow, sensual movement of his fingers up and down my abdomen succeeded in turning me on. I bit back a moan when his fingers brushed my nipple.

“H-he’s really cool and he-he’s handsome. He makes me laugh like no one else can, but at the same time he annoys me more than anything in the world.” He moved closer to me until we were breathing the same air. Then his hand came out from my shirt and went to my face instead.

“What else?”

“He has a great personality that just makes everyone like him. He’s amazing at almost everything and he knows a lot about me despite the fact that he acts aloof sometimes.”

“Sounds like a keeper.” I’m pretty sure he said more things after that, but I couldn’t hear him. His hand had found its way to my neck and had circled it and I couldn’t help but wonder what would happen if he tightened his grip just a little bit. I wanted him to do it. I wanted him to do it so bad.

He didn’t do that. Instead, he leaned in close enough for his lips to touch the nape of my neck.

“You smell so good, Tony.” His breath on my skin drove me wild. In the process of moving away from me, his lips touched my neck and my heart beat accelerated.

I turned and laid on my back, staring up at the ceiling while I breathed like I had just run a marathon. I’m sure Blake knew exactly what he was doing to me, although I didn’t understand why he was doing it. Maybe he wanted to torture me. It was his favourite activity – still is.

“So, do you want to date this guy? Is there any chance that he may be a little bit interested in you?” His voice had gone back to normal, and I thought he had gone back to his side of the bed, but just as I was about to answer him, his hand went up to my face and his finger traced my lips.

“You seem a bit sweaty, Tony. If you’re hot, you can take off your shirt.”

It was freaking cold. It was late November and it felt like I was inside a deep freezer what with the AC on in his bedroom and everything. I was only perspiring because of the heat that came with being so fricking close to Blake Lindell. But I had just been asked to take my shirt off by the guy I wanted to seduce who couldn’t seem to keep his hands off me, so there was no way I was saying no to that request.

“I’m beginning to like your birthmark,” he said as he played around it. I was glad it was dark, that way he couldn’t see the rager that was going on in my pants.

“I’d like to date this guy,” I said quietly. His hand stopped circling my birthmark for a second as if using that time to process my words. Then he continued like he hadn’t stopped in the first place.

“Do you need my help getting him? Can I bully him into accepting your love?”

I laughed at his joke because I knew it was something he would most definitely do.

“I like it when you laugh. It’s a really beautiful sound.” Up and up his hand went until it rested on my chest. I could see it rise and fall with each breath I took. Blake propped his index finger on my chest and then moved it like you would the tile of a Ouija board until it was standing on my left nipple. I was still trying to process what was going on when I felt his mouth cover it and the warmness of his tongue brushed over it.

“Fuck!” I exclaimed. I felt him smile as his tongue moved around my nipple, sucking and sucking until my brain turned to mush and thinking became a myth. My fingers grabbed the sheets and held on tightly as I tried to supress my urge to come in that moment.

When he lifted his head, that area became cold and I shivered. He had a devilish smile on his face, like he was fully aware of the chaos he had just caused me and was quite enjoying it.

“You should see the look on your face right now. God, its priceless!” He started laughing at me then.

“You think this is funny?” I yelled, feeling hot and embarrassed.

“You would too if you saw what I was looking at.”

Without warning, I jumped on him, pinning him down to the bed. His eyes widened in surprise at my actions and that smile was wiped off when he got an inkling on what I was about to do.

“Well Blake Lindell, two can play that game.” And my head went down until my lips touched his nipple and my tongue did the same thing his did. His body melted like butter and I felt him harden beneath me.

I smiled.