… it Pours.

There was a knock at the door. Lily got up and slowly walked over, turning to glance at Amanda on the way.

“He just wants to talk” Lily said indignantly.

“And what do you want to do?” Amanda asked, knowing the answer already.

Lily couldn’t help but to grin at the ridiculousness of the situation. She opened the door and there he was. Standing tall in a university branded tank top and a black pair of sweatpants. She could smell his body wash and it looked like he was recently fresh from the shower too, his hair still slightly damp.

Seeing Lily in all her glory, Logan swallowed hard. He knew what he wanted as he walked over but he had no real plan. He knew his desired outcome wasn’t likely to be as long as Amanda was around, and they didn’t really have a way of getting her out considering the weather, but he still had hope. Now, standing in the doorway and seeing Lily’s nakedness so real and right there in front of him, the outlandishness of his hopes for the evening suddenly dawned on him. He quickly resigned himself to be being tempted all night by Lily and her natural state, while being forced to have the awkward conversation that he was using as pretense.

Lily was facing a similar notion. For weeks she had hoped to get through to him, and now here it was. The timing could not have been worse. The idea of Amanda being in the room felt fun, dangerous, dirty… the reality of it felt awkward and wrong. Was she really about to sit here naked while she told Logan all about how both her and her boyfriend wanted her to fuck him?

Then the world stilled.

Logan’s hands found Lily’s hips and a tight tingling sensation shot up her spine. She drew a sharp breath that was cut short as Logan’s lips met hers.

Lily’s body arched into him instinctively, her bare skin pressing against the soft fabric of his tank top. The warmth of his palms seared into her hips, branding her with a touch she’d craved since the last time they’d been like this . Before the doubt, before the anger. His kiss was hungry, punishing almost, as if he were trying to erase the memory of their last fight with the force of his mouth. And Lily let him. She melted into the pressure, her fingers curling into the damp strands of his hair, pulling him closer, deeper.

The door clicked shut behind them, though neither of them remembered who had closed it. The world outside this dorm room, the rain pattering against the window, Amanda’s presence—it all faded into a dull hum at the edges of their awareness. There was only this: the slide of Logan’s calloused hands up her waist, the rough scrape of his stubble against her jaw as he trailed kisses down her throat. Lily’s head

fell back, a soft moan escaping her lips as his teeth grazed her collarbone.

“Fuck, Lily,” Logan growled, his voice rough with restraint. “You kill me.”

She could feel the evidence of his desire pressing against her stomach, hard and insistent through the thin fabric of his sweatpants. The knowledge that he wanted her this badly, that he was finally giving in, sent a rush of wet heat between her thighs.

“Then stop fighting it,” she whispered, her voice husky.

His hands tightened on her, lifting her slightly as he backed her against the nearest wall. The cool plaster met her bare back, a stark contrast to the fire of his body pinning her in place. Logan’s mouth crashed back onto hers, his tongue sweeping in to claim her with a possessiveness that made her knees weak. His skin was searing hot against her own.

Logan pulled back just enough to search her face. His eyes were dark, almost black with need, but there was still a flicker of something else there—hesitation, guilt. The last remnants of his resistance. Lily didn’t answer with words. Instead, she reached between them, her fingers slipping beneath the waistband of his sweatpants to wrap around his thick, hot length. Logan groaned, his forehead dropping to hers as she stroked him once, twice. A rough laugh escaped him, but it was swallowed by the next kiss, this one slower, deeper, as if he were savoring the taste of her after weeks of denial. His hands slid up to cup her breasts, thumbs brushing over her nipples until they were hard peaks, aching for more. Lily gasped into his mouth, her back arching as he pinched and rolled them between his fingers, the pleasure-pain sending sparks straight to her core.

Logan’s control snapped. With a growl, he spun them away from the wall, carrying her toward the bed. Amanda’s presence was a distant thought, a shadow at the edge of the room, but neither of them could bring themselves to care. The only thing that mattered was the way Lily’s skin felt against his, the way her breathy moans filled the air, the way her body seemed to beg for his.

Amanda watched in frozen awe as Logan laid her down on the mattress, his body following hers, his mouth never leaving her skin. His lips trailed down her sternum, her ribs, her stomach, until his tongue dipped into her navel. Lily’s fingers tangled in the sheets and Amanda could almost feel the sensations dance across her own skin. Lily’s hips lifted off the bed as he kissed lower, lower—

“Logan,” she breathed, her voice trembling with need.

He didn’t make her wait. In one swift motion, he hooked his fingers into the waistband of his sweatpants and pushed them down, freeing himself. Lily’s eyes darkened as she took him in, her teeth sinking into her bottom lip. She was already wet, already ready, and when he settled between her thighs, the head of his cock pressing against her entrance, she didn’t hesitate. She wrapped her legs around him and pulled him in.

The first thrust was a revelation. Logan buried himself to the hilt in one smooth motion, and Lily cried out, her nails raking down his back. He stilled for a moment, savoring the way she clenched around him, the way her walls seemed to pull him deeper. “Fuck, you feel—” His voice was ragged, his words dissolving into a groan as he began to move.

Each thrust was deliberate, punishing, as if he were trying to brand her from the inside out. The bed creaked beneath them, the sound mixing with the slick, obscene noises of their bodies coming together. Lily’s moans grew louder, more desperate, her hips rising to meet every snap of his. She could feel the coil of pleasure tightening inside her, her muscles fluttering around him as she teetered on the edge.

“Come on, Lily,” Logan growled, his voice rough against her ear. “Let go. I want to feel you come on my cock.”

His words sent her over. With a cry, her back arched off the bed, her body shuddering as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her. Logan didn’t stop. He pistoned into her through her orgasm, drawing out every last tremor until she was boneless beneath him.

Lily allowed him to pose and manipulate her limp recovering body and before she knew it, Logan was inside of her again. Pulling and pushing with a kind of obscene grace as he fucked Lily face first into the bed. Lily whimpered with each thrust as if every nerve had given itself to him.

Amanda was growing uncomfortably warm, the influence of this raw exchange having a profound effect on her. Did she regret allowing this or was this one of the best decisions she had made yet? She didn’t know, all she knew was that she had to do her best to stay distracted or Lily’s moans would hypnotize her into joining in.

A deep groan shook the window as Logan finally let himself go, his own release tearing through him with an electrifying pulse as he buried his face in the crook of her neck, collapsing into the mattress with her.

For a long moment, the only sound in the room was their ragged breathing. Logan stayed inside her, his weight pressing her into the mattress, his heart pounding against her chest. Lily’s fingers traced lazy patterns on his back, her skin still humming from the force of their connection.

Eventually, Logan lifted his head, his gaze searching hers. There was no anger there now, no doubt. Just a quiet intensity, a silent acknowledgment of what had just passed between them.

“I’m sorry I doubted you,” he said, his voice low.

Lily smiled, a slow, satisfied curve of her lips. “Prove it,” she whispered.

And as Logan kissed her again, slow and deep, the world outside this bed—this room—ceased to exist. At least until the slam of the door as Amanda made a hasty retreat caused them to erupt in laughter.