Greg stared at the shadows cast by the streetlights on the ceiling. His mouth was dry, the sheet tangled around his legs. Thunder rumbled in the distance. Heavy drops of rain sporadically smacked the window. The storm hadn’t broken the heat. The landlord still hadn’t fixed the air conditioning.

He peeled the sheets off his bare legs. The fake hardwood floor felt warm under his feet. He stumbled his way to the hallway. His roommate’s door was closed. Greg had hoped Austin was staying at Keely’s tonight. Maybe they had a fight. Maybe he dumped her ass. It would be nice to not have to deal with her annoying ass anymore.

Greg heard movement in the kitchen. Maybe Austin couldn’t sleep. He peered around the corner. Keely stood in the dim light of the kitchen, a glass of water in her hand.

“Fucking great,” he muttered under his breath.

She ignored him as he padded to the cabinet and grabbed a glass. She drank, long and slow, blocking the sink. Her t-shirt had ridden up, exposing black panties that stretched across her full ass.

Greg huffed. She was always in his fucking way.

Keely shot him a sidelong glance. “What?”

“I want a drink,” Greg said. “Move.”

Keely clicked her tongue. He clenched his jaw.

“Fuck it.” He reached around her. Their bodies pressed together. Her breath hitched. She was soft and warm, smelled like sweat and candied lemons. She pushed back against him, the curve of her ass ground into him. Blood rushed to Greg’s cock. The thin, sweat damp fabric the only thing between them. He leaned into her as he filled his glass from the faucet.

She pushed back harder as he raised the glass to his lips. Keely grunted when he pinned her to the counter. His hard cock pressed against her soft ass. She set her glass down. Greg set his down and leaned into her harder. Keely growled, rolled her hips against him. The friction combined with the heat from their bodies sent a wave of pleasure through Greg. Her breath hitched when his cock twitched between them.