She was naked and bent over with the business end pointed right at him. Her shoulders snapped up.
Ryan Blake yanked her suitcase over the uneven pavement and sighed. Her shirt clung to her back in the heat, and her hair, tied back in a half-messy bun, was already frizzing from the humidity. Welcome to college, she thought, where you sweat through your bra before you even get your keys.
She stopped in front of Room 417, wiped her forehead with the back of her hand, and jammed the key into the lock.
Click.
The door opened.
Her eyes adjusted quickly. Twin beds. Two desks. A narrow window. And, a shirtless guy.
He was crouched by one of the beds, tugging books from a box. Muscled back. Tanned skin. Sweat-damp hair. He turned slowly at the sound of the door.
They stared at each other for a beat too long.
“Uh…” Ryan cleared her throat. “I think you’re in the wrong room.”
He blinked. His eyes were a warm hazel. “I don’t think so. My roommate is Ryan Blake.”
She narrowed her eyes. “Yeah, that's me. And you are?”
“Ethan Reyes.” He reached for a paper on the desk and held it out.
Ryan snatched the page and read it. Then she looked back at her own printed schedule.
Room 417. Roommate: Ethan Reyes.
Her lips parted. “Oh my god. They thought I was a guy.”
Ethan scratched the back of his neck. “Honestly, I kinda did too. Sorry.”
Ryan groaned and dropped onto the edge of the unclaimed bed. “Unbelievable. My mom swore she made it clear that she was a girl.”
“Well, I can see it,” he said with a slight grin. Clearly looking her over.
She shot him a look, then muttered, “I’m going to housing.”
Ten minutes later, she was back. Red in the face, not from the sun this time.
“No rooms left,” she snapped. “Co-ed dorms aren’t against the rules, apparently. I’m supposed to just… deal with it.”
Ethan raised his hands, backing up toward his bed like she was about to hit him. “Hey, look we can make it work. We'll just need to let each other know when we plan to be undressed in the room. I know this is…weird. But I'll do whatever I can to make it easier on you. You can change rooms at the end of the semester.”
Ryan exhaled slowly and dropped her bag beside the closet. “You’re not the problem. Bureaucracy is. You’re just…a side effect.”
He chuckled. “Great. I’ve always wanted to be a side effect. Side effects may include ugly roommates named Ethan.”
She couldn’t help it, she smirked.
And that was the first time she looked at him without seeing just a shirtless mistake.
By noon, the dorm room felt like a sauna with a carpet. Ryan sat cross-legged on her bed, legs sticky against the synthetic comforter, while a single fly buzzed by the window, probably dying of heatstroke. She fanned herself with the housing pamphlet until even that felt useless.
Ethan stood by the door, sliding on his sneakers. “I’m gonna hit the bookstore and grab something cold while I’m out. You want anything?”
She didn’t even look up. “A flamethrower for the A/C.”
He chuckled. “I’ll see if they’ve got one in the school store next to the overpriced granola bars.”
She waved him off. The moment the door shut behind him, she exhaled and muttered, “Mine now.”
The dorm bathroom was cramped, but after the morning she’d had, Ryan would’ve bathed in a mop bucket if it had cool water. She peeled off her tank top, her sports bra sticking slightly to her skin, and then slipped out of her shorts and underwear in a fluid motion, letting them all pile on the sink counter.
She caught her reflection in the mirror, blurred slightly from old glass, but still visible.
Not bad, she thought, tilting her head.
Her body was slim and compact, the product of years of soccer and impatient pacing. Her breasts, small B-cups, stood firm on her chest, nipples dusky pink and already stiffening from the temperature shift. She ran a hand over her flat stomach, down to her hips. She did not have a lot of curves, but her thighs were lean and toned, and her skin was smooth, still carrying a hint of summer sun.
She turned sideways and let her eyes wander to her butt. Tighter than it used to be. Thank the sprint drills for that. A tiny smirk curved her lips as she stepped into the shower stall and twisted the handle.
The water came out lukewarm and a little too hard, but it felt amazing anyway. She let it rush over her shoulders and down her back, soaking her dark hair until it clung to her neck. She rolled her head slowly, water trailing over her collarbones, down her breasts, and along her stomach like a lover’s fingertips.
Her fingers moved lazily over her skin, not hurried, just enjoying the sensation, soap lathering across her chest, between her legs, over the dip of her waist. The tile steamed around her. She took her time, not because she was stalling, but just because the solitude was rare due to her many sisters.
She leaned a palm against the tile, head tilted under the stream, eyes closed.
Finally, she thought. Something not terrible.
By the time she stepped out, her skin was pink and flushed. She wrapped one towel around her body, another around her hair, and padded back toward the dorm, clean and temporarily happy.
The room was empty, just as she’d left it. She let the door swing shut behind her and tossed the smaller towel onto her bed. Her other towel started slipping, so she held it up with one arm while digging into her duffel with the other.
Underwear, underwear… Why was it always at the bottom?
She dropped the towel altogether, standing nude and damp as she leaned over, patting herself dry with the smaller towel now. Her bare back flexed slightly, hips shifting as she reached deeper.
Then, behind her, came the soft click of the door unlocking.
"Hey, they were out of flame—"
She froze.
He froze.
She was naked and bent over with the business end pointed right at him. Her shoulders snapped up. She straightened, still facing away, towel in one hand, breasts bare, her body glistening faintly in the sunlight through the dorm window.
Slowly, she turned.
Ethan stood in the doorway, iced tea in each hand, eyes wide, jaw slack.
She yanked the towel to her chest like a shield, cheeks already flaming. “You said you’d be a while.”
He blinked, face rapidly coloring. “I—I was. I mean, I didn’t think you’d— I thought…”
“You thought wrong,” she snapped, though her voice wavered.
“I didn’t mean to— I didn’t see anything.”
“Ok but can you stop seeing so I can get dressed?”
He gave a helpless laugh. “I swear I was trying not to.”
Ryan stared, her heart pounding, body flushed from more than just the heat. The towel was clutched to her breasts now, her legs bare, skin still wet and prickling in the air.
“You’re still staring,” she muttered.
He took a step back. “Right. Sorry. Tea’s for you. You look great by the way.”
“Leave it and get out.”
He obeyed, practically tripping over himself as he set the drink on the desk and bolted.
Ryan stood alone, towel clutched to her chest, breath short. He thought she looked good?
Five minutes and a mutual apology later.
The iced tea was still sweating on the desk when Ryan finally emerged, dressed now in cotton shorts and a crop top with no bra underneath. She’d towel-dried her hair and tied it back again, a few damp strands curling around her cheeks.
Ethan sat on his bed, legs stretched out, pretending to scroll through his phone. But she saw how fast his eyes flicked up when she walked in. And how he definitely looked away a second too late.
She grabbed the tea and took a slow sip. “You always barge in on your roommates while they’re naked, or am I just lucky?”
Ethan cleared his throat. “I knocked.”
“I didn’t hear it.”
“I panicked.”
She smiled into the bottle of tea. “Uh-huh.”
A beat passed.
Then she sat down on the edge of her bed facing him, legs crossed. “So. How much did you see?”
He blinked. “What?”
“You heard me.”
He hesitated, then grinned sheepishly. “Enough to know you don’t skip leg day.”
Ryan smirked, her eyes twinkling. “Is that your way of saying I have a nice ass?”
“I’m trying to be respectful.”
“You accidentally saw me naked, Ethan. I think the respectful window kind of slammed shut already.”
His laugh was low and nervous. “Yeah, well… I didn’t hate what I saw.”
She cocked her head. “No?”
“Nope.”
“Bet you were hoping I’d drop the towel again.”
His ears went a little red. “I wasn’t, I mean. Maybe?”
“Relax,” she said, smiling now. “I’m not mad. Just curious.”
He looked at her for a moment, eyes lingering now, more openly. “Are you?”
She shrugged, teasing casually. “You’re not bad-looking. I’ve had worse accidental voyeurs.”
Ethan raised an eyebrow. “Wait. Plural?”
“I’ve lived a life,” she said mysteriously, then took another sip of tea.
A moment passed. Their eyes held longer than before.
"I did see you shave the lady bits too." He said making her spit out her tea.
Then Ryan leaned back slightly, voice playful but cool. “You know what would make us even?”
Ethan raised an eyebrow. “What?”
“You show me yours.”
He blinked. “What, like,”
“You saw me naked. I should get a look too. Fair’s fair.”
Ethan chuckled, but his pulse clearly ticked up. “You’re joking.”
She shook her head slowly. “Dead serious.”
He hesitated. “You’d really just… sit there and watch me get naked?”
She bit her lip, eyes fixed on his. “Well, I might lean forward. Take notes.”
Ethan stared at her, caught somewhere between disbelief and arousal. His fingers tightened slightly on the edge of his bed.
She let her eyes wander, just enough to make him sweat. Her voice lowered just a little. “Come on, Ethan. You already got an eyeful. Don’t be shy.”
"You are just trying to torment me." He said with a wry smile.
Another beat of silence passed, thick and electric.
Then she said, teasing but steady: “Not Just. Unless you’re worried I won’t like what I see.”
That did it.
He stood up slowly.
Ethan hesitated only a second longer, then pulled his T-shirt over his head in one smooth motion.
Ryan’s eyes roamed over him openly, unapologetically. His torso was lean and athletic, not bulky, but defined. The kind of body that hinted at long runs, not hours in a gym. She admired the way his muscles moved just beneath his skin, shoulders, and arms, the faint trail of hair running down from his chest to his waistband.
She leaned back slightly on her elbows, voice casual. “You know… I could pretend to be impressed, but I don’t like lying.”
Ethan laughed nervously, fingers at the waistband of his shorts. “So you are impressed.”
“Keep going and I’ll tell you.”
His shorts hit the floor a moment later, leaving only a snug pair of black boxer briefs. He was already hardening, noticeable, even in the fabric, and Ryan’s eyes narrowed slightly with interest. She could tell it was bigger than her ex's and he didn't even have it out yet.
“Not bad,” she murmured. “But it’s hard to give a full review from this distance.”
He smirked. “You want a closer look?”
“Obviously.”
Ethan stepped forward, just a little hesitant, then stopped a foot from her bed.
“Closer,” she said, voice smooth.
He came closer. Inches now. Close enough that her knees brushed the front of his thighs.
Ryan looked up at him from her bed, slowly dragging her eyes from the waistband of his briefs up to his face. She tilted her head. “You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?”
“Only human.”
She reached out and lightly brushed her fingers along the edge of his waistband. “Still not even yet.”
He raised an eyebrow. “You could fix that from there. I mean, technically.”
She looked up at him, eyes glinting.
“Technically,” she said and tugged his briefs down with one hand.
His cock sprang free, hard and flushed, and Ryan’s expression didn’t waver, just grew more curious. She licked her lips wondering if it tasted any better than the last two she'd gone down on.
Ethan shifted slightly, tension tightening in his thighs.
Ryan leaned forward. No rush. No warning. Just a flick of her tongue along the underside of his shaft, slow, deliberate, a single teasing stroke. Turns out he did taste better.
Ethan gasped as she took him back into her mouth and started sucking. He moaned with pleasure, making her happy she was still good at sucking. With one final pop, she let him fall free. She sat back, licking her lips again, watching his eyes darken.
“Yep,” she said softly, voice low and amused. “That was fun.”
Ethan’s breath caught.
Ryan looked up at him again. “What, you didn’t think I’d actually do it?”
“I—I hoped.”
She smirked. “You should stop hoping.”
He blinked. “Why?”
Her grin widened. “Because I’m not going to let you cum in my mouth.”
Ethan was still standing over her, flushed and half-breathless, when he managed a grin.
“You know,” he said, voice low and teasing, “I didn’t get to lick you.”
Ryan arched an eyebrow, reclining back on her elbows again. “Mm. You want to?”
“I think it’s only fair.”
She stretched one leg out slowly, letting it slide across the blanket, then bent the other just enough to give him a better view of the inside of her thigh. The cotton shorts she wore were loose and she knew from experience that he could likely see right up the leg at this angle.
Her voice came out soft, and playful. “You sure you’re up for it? You might leave me disappointed.”
Ethan's eyes darkened. “I won’t.”
“Big words,” she murmured, lying back fully now, her head against the pillow, arms over her head in a slow stretch that pulled her shirt tight over her breasts. “Prove it.”
He knelt on the bed beside her, his hands warm against her hips. For a second, he just looked at her, soaking her in. Then his fingers hooked into the waistband of her shorts.
Ryan held her breath, her pulse quickening.
This is really happening, she thought. God, it’s fast. But I want this. I want him.
She lifted her butt and he slid the shorts down slowly, inch by inch, not rushing, not forcing. The fabric dragged against her thighs, over her knees, and finally off her ankles. She wore nothing underneath.
Ethan inhaled softly.
Ryan felt suddenly, deliciously exposed, her legs open slightly, her skin warm, her center already slick with want. She swallowed.
He settled between her thighs, looking up once. “Still sure?”
She nodded once, more breath than sound. “Yes.”
Ethan leaned in, his hands gently spreading her thighs, fingertips brushing her skin so lightly it made her shiver. Then, finally, his mouth lowered and his tongue gave one slow, deliberate lick between her folds.
Ryan gasped.
Her back arched instinctively, her legs twitching as sensation flooded her in a hot wave. Her fingers gripped the blanket tight, heart pounding.
Oh. My. God.
That single lick lit her up like fire along her spine. She could feel her entire body pulse with it, the wet heat of his mouth, the unbearable slowness of it all. And he didn't stop at one. He ran his tongue over her clit before sucking it. Then he wandered lower pushing his tongue, then a finger into her. She tried, but failed, to keep her moaning down. She was always a screamer. She hadn't expected the finger but since he found her g spot instantly she didn't protest. She felt herself nearing climax and he gave one final lick just before she reached it.
He pulled back slightly, watching her reaction with a crooked grin. “Still disappointed?”
She managed a breathless laugh, then reached down and tangled her fingers in his hair.
“No,” she whispered, voice shaking. “But don’t stop now.”
Ethan’s tongue circled her clit once more, slow and precise, then dipped lower, drawing another helpless sound from her lips. Ryan’s thighs trembled against his shoulders. Her fingers tugged gently at his hair.
She was soaked. Burning. Needing more.
But then he pulled back, eyes dark, lips slick with her arousal.
“I wish,” he said hoarsely, “I could feel you with another part of my body.”
Her eyes met his.
And without hesitation, Ryan said, “Fuck me. Please. Now.”
He froze, just a heartbeat, but the look on her face left no doubt.
Then he moved.
Quick, and efficient, he stood and crossed to his backpack, rummaging. She lay there watching, bare and open and aching, her pulse in her throat, between her legs. Her hips shifted with impatience.
Come on, come on.
He finally pulled out a condom and tore it open with shaking hands. Her eyes locked on his cock, hard and flushed and beautiful, and the second he rolled the condom on, her body clenched with wanting.
He crawled over her, bracing himself above her, and she could feel the heat of him now, the weight of him settling between her thighs. His skin against hers was like a spark against kindling.
“You sure?” he whispered.
“I need it,” she said, voice raw. “Please.”
And then finally he pushed inside.
Ryan gasped, her back arching, eyes fluttering shut. He filled her slowly, stretching her inch by inch, every nerve ending lit up and trembling.
God—yes—
She wrapped her legs around his waist, drawing him in deeper. The fullness of him, the heat, the way her body welcomed his. Every part of her felt overwhelmed and greedy and alive.
He started to move. Slow at first, letting her adjust. She met every thrust with a soft gasp or a low moan, her nails dragging along his back, hips lifting to keep him close. He pushed her shirt up so he could suck her nipples.
It was more than she expected. More intense. More intimate.
His mouth found her neck, her jaw, and she clung to him, her body meeting his again and again, slick and hot and hungry.
Inside her, he felt perfect.
Yes. Finally. It's been so long.
And for the first time all day, she wasn’t thinking about the wrong name on the door, or the surprise, or the awkwardness.
She was only thinking about how good it felt to have him inside her. She never wanted him to stop.
Ethan’s thrusts grew faster, deeper. His body moved with a new urgency, and Ryan met him every time, her hips rising to keep him buried inside her.
The teasing was over.
Now it was just need, raw and burning and inevitable.
Her breath came fast, broken with gasps and moans that grew louder with every thrust. She felt him everywhere. The weight of his chest brushing against her breasts. The grip of his hands on her hips as he drove into her harder than ever. The stretch of her body as he filled her again and again.
The sound of their bodies. Wet, rhythmic, and desperate, filled the room.
“Fuck,” Ethan groaned into her neck. “You feel... so good...”
She wrapped her legs tighter around him, anchoring him inside her, and whimpered, “Don’t stop" She moaned loudly, "Please, don’t stop!”
His hand slid between them, his thumb finding her clit, circling just right. Her body jolted. Her fingers dug into his back. The coil inside her twisted tight, then tighter.
“Ethan,” she gasped, “I, I’m...”
“Me too,” he groaned. “Cum with me.”
She shattered.
Her whole body arched off the bed as the orgasm ripped through her, wild and hot and relentless. Her walls clamped down around him, pulsing, milking. She cried out his name as stars burst behind her eyes. She came so hard her toes curled, and for a minute, she forgot about the heat, the roommate screw-up, and even her name.
He drove into her one final time, deep and shaking, and then he followed her. His body tensing, hips pressing hard against hers as he came with a loud, broken moan. She felt every pulse of it, every trembling second of him emptying into the condom inside her.
Then they collapsed.
Tangled and breathless and slick with sweat, their limbs wrapped around each other. Ryan’s heart pounded so hard she could barely hear anything else.
They lay there, bodies still joined, his weight delicious against her, his breath hot in her ear.
After a long moment, Ethan chuckled weakly. “Okay. That… was not how I imagined college day one.”
Ryan laughed, a warm, lazy sound, then kissed his shoulder. “Speak for yourself. This is exactly what I was hoping for.”
He grinned into her hair. “Yeah?”
“Mmhm.” She reached down and slapped his bare ass. “Top marks for enthusiasm.”
Ethan groaned. “I’m never leaving this room.”
"I think we need to go to class still." She teased.
She smiled as he slowly rolled off her and pulled her to his side. His hand drifted down her back, over the curve of her hip, tracing gentle shapes on her skin.
“You’re incredible,” he murmured.
“I know,” she said, grinning. “But thanks for noticing.”
His fingers slid lower, brushing her thigh, then trailing back up. “I still owe you about six more orgasms.”
“Six? Then you better not be late for round two,” she teased, snuggling closer.
They lay there, still tangled, still naked, warm, and safe in their private world.
A soft knock sounded at the door.
Ethan froze, still catching his breath beside her.
Knock-knock.
“Oh hell,” he whispered, already scrambling off the bed.
Another knock. “Resident Advisor,” came a voice through the door. “Just need a quick word.”
Ethan panicked, hopping around the room as he tried to pull on his shorts. He didn't notice the condom slip off. “Why now?!” he hissed.
Ryan giggled as she sat up, then froze as something warm and soft slid down her thigh.
“Oh, ugh,” she squeaked. The used condom had been flung free and landed against her skin. She swiped it away with a tissue, her nose wrinkling, then grabbed a bedsheet and yanked it over her lap just as Ethan reached the door.
He cracked it open, flushed and shirtless. “Hey, uh, what’s up?”
The RA, early twenties with sleepy eyes and clipboard in hand, stepped all the way into the room. “Just a heads-up. Neighbors down the hall reported, um… sounds. Pretty distinct ones.”
Ryan snorted under her breath.
“We’re good,” Ethan said quickly. “Sorry. We’ll be quiet.”
But the RA’s gaze shifted past him, toward the bed.
Ryan was sitting cross-legged, a sheet draped lazily around her hips, but not quite well enough. The fabric had slipped, and she realized a second too late that she was giving the RA a full, uncensored view.
He blinked. Froze.
Then immediately whipped his eyes up to the ceiling like it was suddenly the most fascinating thing he'd ever seen.
“I—uh—sorry,” he said, already turning red. “Just… please keep it down next time.”
Ryan didn’t flinch. She gave him a sunny, unapologetic smile. “Will do.”
The RA nodded rapidly, at the ceiling, the wall, anywhere but her. He backed out so fast he nearly tripped over his own clipboard.
Ethan nodded like a bobblehead. “Yes. Absolutely. Quiet as… like… library mice.”
The RA turned and practically ran down the hall.
Ethan shut the door and pressed his back to it, wide-eyed. “He saw.”
Ryan tilted her head innocently. “Saw what?”
“You know what.” He groaned and covered his face. “You did that on purpose.”
She shrugged, biting her lip to hide the grin. “I didn't plan it. I just didn't fix it when I realized it. Think he liked the look?”
Ethan flopped back onto the bed beside her, laughing helplessly.
“First day,” he muttered. “We’ve already corrupted the dorm and flashed the RA.”
Ryan leaned into him, still giggling. “Think they’ll give us a warning?”
“They should give us a damn medal. Fastest in trouble.”
She snorted and curled up in the mess of pillows and sheets, still tingling from everything.
“Well,” she whispered, nudging him with her foot, “we did promise to be quieter next time.”
He smirked, eyes darkening again. “Guess we better start practicing.”