Part 1— A~♡HOSTEL MATE( Hot Ryan.)

ELLA’s POV

“What type of network is this?” I altered as I was switching my airplane mode on and off for the hundredth time. I have been out here for over thirty minutes, silently cursing the service providers, the hostel wifi and my own impatience.

All I wanted was to d******d the new movie “A one Night Stand” that was dropped tonight. The trailer had looked steamy as hell, and I needed something to take the edge off after a long week of classes.

I was so engaged on my phone screen that I didn’t hear the footsteps until they stopped right in front of me.

“Hey Ella!” The person said.

My stomach did a little flip. Ryan was easily the hottest guy in the entire boys’ wing. Tall, broad-shouldered, with smooth dark skin, full lips, and those intense eyes that always seemed to see straight through you.

His hair was thick and perfectly messy, like he’d just run his fingers through it after a shower. I had a massive crush on him since the day I moved into the hostel.

“Hi Ryan,” I replied, trying to sound casual even though my pulse was already racing. “What’ up?”

“I’m good, Can I sit beside you?” He pointed at the empty spot on the corridor floor where I was sprawled.

“Of course, sure you can.” quickly brushed away a few dust particles, my heart hammering.

Why wouldn’t I give Hot Ryan a seat? I don’t bite… unless he asks nicely.

He dropped down beside me, close enough that I caught the clean, masculine scent of his body wash. His thigh brushed lightly against mine, sending a spark straight up my leg.

“So, how are you doing Ella? His voice was low, almost a growl near my ear. The deep timbre of it made my nipples tighten instantly against the thin fabric of my tank top. I shifted a little, hoping he wouldn’t notice.

“I’m not good, the network is so frustrating, the main reason I’m outside of my room at this hour.” I sighed, refreshing the d******d bar again.

“Want to try my hotspot? He offered, already pulling out his phone.

“Yes! Thank you so much Ryan.” I flashed him a grateful smile.

I connected to his Wi-Fi, and within seconds the movie started downloading properly. While we waited, we chatted about classes, the annoying hostel rules, and the terrible food at the cafeteria.

He was funny in that quiet, teasing way, dropping little compliments that made my cheeks warm. When the d******d finished, I let out a happy sigh.

“I’m done now Ryan, I’m so grateful.” I said, glimmering my eyes widely.

“You’re welcome pretty.” He smiled and my heart did a full cartwheel.

Hun? Did he just call me pretty? Awwn..

We sat in comfortable silence for a moment before he turned to me again. “Ella, can I have your contact? Being friends in the hostel isn’t a sin, right?”

I laughed softly. “No sin at all.” I recited my number while he saved it, and he immediately sent me a text message so I’d have his too.

“Saved,” I said, holding up my phone.

“Good.” His eyes lingered on mine a second longer than necessary. “Don’t be a stranger.”

“I won’t.”

I went back to my room after that, buzzing with excitement. I tried to watch the movie, but my mind kept drifting to Ryan, his voice, the way his arm had brushed mine, that deep chuckle.

By 11:47 p.m., my phone buzzed.

Ryan: Hey pretty. Still up?

I bit my lip and replied quickly.

Ella: Yeah. Can’t sleep. You?

Ryan: Same. Is that movie any good?

Ella: Haven’t started yet. Got distracted thinking about how you saved my night with your hotspot.

Ryan: Just the hotspot? Or was it the company?

I smiled, feeling bold.

Ella: Both. You’re good company, Ryan.

The texting flowed easily at first, playful banter, teasing each other about hostel life.

Then, around 1 a.m., the tone shifted.

Ryan: What are you wearing right now, Ella?

My breath caught. I looked down at my tiny tank top and boy shorts.

Ella: Just a tank top and shorts. It’s hot here

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Ryan: Fuck. I bet you look good in that. I wish I could see.

My core clenched at his words. The movie was long forgotten.

Ella: What about you?

Ryan: Only boxers. Lying on my bed thinking about how soft your skin looked earlier.

I squeezed my thighs together, heat pooling between my legs.

Ella: Ryan… you’re making me blush.

Ryan: Good. I want you to blush. Tell me, Ella… are your nipples hard right now?

I glanced down. They were. Achingly so.

Ella: Yes… they’ve been like that since you sat next to me.

Ryan: Mmm. I noticed. I wanted to lean in and suck them through that thin top. Would you let me?

My hand slipped under my tank top, brushing over my sensitive peaks as I typed back with one-handed.

Ella: I’d let you. I’d probably moan your name too.

Ryan: Fuck, Ella. I’m getting so hard just imagining it. Touch them for me. Pinch them like I would.

I did exactly that, gasping softly in the quiet room. The conversation grew filthier with every exchange.

He told me how he would kiss down my stomach, peel my shorts off, and bury his face between my thighs. I described how I would wrap my lips around his cock, how wet I already was, how badly I wanted him to fuck me against the wall.

Ryan: Send me a picture, baby. Just a little one. I need to see you.

I hesitated only a second before taking a risky shot..my tank top pulled up, fingers pinching one dark nipple, my face out of frame. I sent it.

Ryan: Holy shit, Ella. You’re perfect. Look what you did to me.

He sent a photo back: the massive bulge straining against his grey boxers, a small wet spot already forming at the tip. My mouth watered.

The sexting went on for hours. We described every dirty thing we wanted to do to each other..him bending me over his bed, me riding him while he sucked on my tits, him making me cum on his tongue before fucking me senseless.

I cummed twice just from his words and my own fingers, whispering his name into my pillow. He told me he stroked himself to my picture, imagining it was my tight pussy instead of his hand.

By 5:30 a.m., we were both exhausted but satisfied.

Ryan: Can’t wait to see you tomorrow, Ella. For real this time.

Ella: Come to my room or I’ll come to yours

Ryan: My room. I want you in my bed.

I fell asleep with a huge smile, my body still tingling, already counting down the hours until I could make those texts a reality.