After I met his taunting gaze, I realized that I cannot win this conversation. I had to look down and bite my lower lip in surrender as I unbuttoned my upper garments hoping that he will change his mind. But it didn't come. Instead, he circled around me and I just felt him in my back.
"You really like to tease me, don't you?" He whispered huskily against my nape that the feel of his breath brushing on it made the tiny hairs all over me to stand in attention which in effect triggered my whole body to shiver.
"I- I'm not teasing you, I was merely following your orders." I tried all my might to make it sound so offensive. But my damn tongue stammered that made it sound pathetic.
To my surprise, he chuckled and leaned closer and I could really feel his lips pressing against my right earlobe. "You may not know it, but you are seducing me. The way you undress yourself is taking away my breath." He nuzzled closer to me.
"Well, I should stop then so that you could breathe conveniently." I said doing everything I could to divert myself from the feel of his warm breaths against my neck. Does he know that what he does is having me struggle to breath too?
His laughter reverberated the room. And I hate myself for thinking that it sounded so sexy. Fortunately, he already moved away from my nape when he did that or I might have gasped for air which will be another humiliation for me.
He faced me with a wry smile in his lips, a remnant of his boisterous laugh. "Trying to trick me?" With the back of his right hand, he traced the edge of my face causing me to flinch. His hand landed on my chin forcing to tilt my head so I could look at him. "Your wits won't work on me. Now, continue what you're doing."
He turned his back and headed where the wine is located. "Do I really have to do this? What exactly do you want?"
As he poured the wine in his glass, he answered "It's not what I want, it's what you want."
I raised my brow. "I had no memory of wanting to strip off my clothes in front of you."
"That's not what I'm referring to." He said and faced me again. With only my boxers left, I embraced myself to at least warm myself and cover my body from his probing eyes which he doesn't seem to take away from me. "You wanted to know how disgusted I am right? Now, let's find out." He put his wine glass at the table and walked towards me.
I swallowed. "What does taking off clothes do with disgust?" I asked, barely grasping the logic of this scheme of his. He can just simply say it. Why does he have to do this?
He smiled. "You'll soon find out." He said and to my astonishment, he removed his polo as he walked towards me revealing such manly stature before me.
I swallowed many times trying to remove my eyes, but damn, it seemed to be fixated on his perfect body especially on the V line of his pelvis, disappearing behind his white jeans.
I'm not sure how my face looked like right now; not sure how my expression betrayed me because clearly, this is a perfect example of seduction. I looked sideways when he got closer. I know it was too late to do so but still, I cannot tolerate myself especially that his blue eyes are watching over me.
"Do you like what you see?" He asked.
I didn't respond.
"Silence? Are you losing your tongue now?" He asked, mocking.
I like what I saw, alright. But I cannot tell him that.
He inserted his finger on the waistband of my boxers and pulled me to him. I fidgeted with the sensation his fingers sent. "Get rid of this." He said against my ear, referring to my boxers when he pulled me.
"What? No!" I snapped.
He looked at me. Taunting. "Do you want me to do it myself?"
"You're horrible." I told him.
He grinned. "You have no idea. Now do as I say."
I looked at him, fighting his eyes. "No." I said firmly.
Just then, to my surprise, he pushed me on the couch and yanked my boxers off. I immediately curled myself. "How could you?" I screamed.
He just gave a superior look then turned around and walked back towards the table containing his liquors.
What is he up to? I embraced my knees against my chest, trying all my might to shield my private parts from his view. I shook my head, hiding it from him and prevent any further humiliation.
Just then, I felt him again. I fidgeted when something cold touched my skin just above my shoulders. Then it slid down my chest up to my stomach landing on my groin. I resisted on moving any further otherwise, I'll be giving him a full view of my whole being.
I looked up and saw him holding a bucket of ice cubes. "What are you doing?"
He just looked at me with a wry smile. Then with no hesitation, he picked up another ice cube and used it to trace the outline of my neck toward my left shoulder. I shivered at the prickly sensation as he moves the ice, leaving entrails of water as it melts along its way. "Will you stop it?" I demanded.
I scooted my knees closer to me as the cold washed over. The ice that slid in my groin a moment ago has thawed already but the coldness still tingles me to the spine.
"Raise your hands." He said. I noticed the sudden hoarseness of his voice.
"But it's cold." I complained as I looked at him. He just gave me another look and I gave in. I cannot meet those eyes.
With another ice, one on each of his hands, he traced my palms toward my arms. He was leaning in front of me that his body heat was mixing with the chilling effect of the ice. His ominous blue eyes were probing on me as he does his scheme. I had to look away because his chiseled chest was just a few inches away from my face. And dang, I cannot deny his scent that is slowly intoxicating me.
I gasped with surprise when I just felt the two cold cubes ran from my arm down to my navel. He let it slip his hand. I pressed my knees harder but whenever I do, the ice seemed to get colder a few degrees lower than it was.
He lifted my chin using his forefinger. I met his eyes and before I could look away, he uttered "You know, I feel jealous with the ice. The way it touches and lingers on your skin makes me want to do the same."
I looked at him in horror. This can't be. If he does that, there'd be no escape for me. "Stop being ridiculous." I half-laughed just to lessen the uneasiness that I feel.
He chuckled. "I'm not being ridiculous. Actually, what I'm saying is true."
"But it's just the ice. And besides, you're the one who did that." I told him in case he had forgotten.
"Exactly. And I regretted it. Because I should have used my lips instead of the ice."
I just propped my mouth open, can't process what to say. My heart was beating erratically. Just then I pulled my hands, but he was already grasping my wrists using only his right rand.
Since he made me raise them just a moment ago, my only defense are my curled feet against my body but both of them seemed useless as well because he leaned on them with his weight.
"Whatever you have in mind, please stop it. I don't care if you're disgusted or whatever, just-"
He engulfed my lips with his. I could taste the wine. But the more he probed his tongue inside, the more I weaken. Damn you Blue.
Then I gasped for air as he released my lips. And I let out another gasp as his warm, wet tongue traced my neck and my clavicle.
And I shivered. Never did I realize that his warm tongue could make me shiver like that. The chill of the ice was disappeared and forgotten. And I'm still appalled with all that has happened.
He was doing the magic with his tongue and somehow my world was in a blur. My brain seemed to short circuit. And before I could find out, he already stretched me out and he was on top of me.
"Stop." I said barely a whisper. He still went on. I restrained myself from arching my back when he worked on my nipples. Just as he was about to do it on my navel. I screamed. "Stop!"
I didn't realize I was crying until he cupped my face and thumbed the tears away. I just heard my sobs.
He pulled me inside his arms, kissing my head again and again. "I'm sorry."
I didn't respond. I just embraced myself.
"I did this because I just want you to know that I was wrong to tell you that I felt disgusted with you. I will never ever feel that over you. I was just angry that I said it." He sighed. "You mean everything to me and when you left it caused me so much pain."
I listened to him. I wish I could say sorry too. I wish I could just tell him that I regretted leaving him. But I can't. I just can't.
I listen to his breathing, to his heartbeats. And I let myself to settle inside his arms. And I made a mental note, this is the last time.
...
I woke up in a very comfortable sleep. I realized Blue was still holding me. I looked up and saw him smiling at me. "Had a good sleep?" He asked.
I nodded. And suddenly, I saw myself naked. I immediately curled myself. And I hear him chuckled. "No point for hiding that, it was displayed in full view while you are sleeping."
I looked at him in rage. "Okay, I tried not to but it's really tempting." He said with a bemused smile. The playfulness of Blue seven years ago suddenly flashed before me. And I can't help but smile myself.
He kissed the tip of my nose. "Get dressed. We'll have dinner in five minutes. I'm hungry." He uttered.
I stared at the wall clock. 9:00 PM.
What? How long was I asleep?
"Why didn't you wake me?" I asked.
"I just can't disturb such sweet sleep given by the fact that I can watch you naked freely."
Humiliated, I tilted my head away and without a word, I collected my clothes and stormed out of the room.
The sound of his laughter echoed the corridors.
"What have I gotten into?" I murmured.