Roommate Temptations Unleashed

**Unexpected Arrangement** The apartment was quiet except for the hum of the AC and the occasional creak of the floorboards. I’d just stepped out of the shower, towel slung low on my hips, when I heard the front door click open. "Fuck, it’s hot in here," Jake groaned, shrugging off his shirt. His muscles glistened with sweat, his jeans riding low enough to show the sharp V of his hips. Lena followed, already peeling off her tank top. "We should cool off," she said, her eyes flicking to me—then down. I didn’t move as she stepped closer, her fingers hooking into my towel. Jake’s hands settled on her waist from behind, his cock pressing against her ass through his jeans. "You two been waiting for this?" I asked, my voice rough. Lena smirked, dropping the towel. "Long enough." Jake’s mouth crashed onto hers as she reached for me, her nails scraping down my chest. No hesitation, no awkwardness—just heat, hunger, and the slick sound of skin on skin.

Lena’s nails raked lower, tracing the ridges of my abs before wrapping around my cock. Her grip was firm, her thumb swiping over the head—already slick with anticipation. The sharp sting of her touch sent a jolt through me, my hips jerking forward into her hand. Behind her, Jake groaned into her neck, his teeth grazing her shoulder as he ground against her ass. The rough denim of his jeans rasped against her bare skin, the friction drawing a gasp from her lips. She arched back into him, her other hand sliding up my chest to twist a nipple—hard. The dual sensation of her fingers working me and the sharp pinch made my breath hitch. Jake’s hand slipped between them, palming Lena’s breast, his fingers pinching her nipple in time with her movements. The wet sound of their kiss mixed with the slick slide of her stroking me, the rhythm already uneven, desperate. I grabbed her hip, pulling her closer. The heat of her body, the sweat-slick press of skin, the way Jake’s cock strained against his zipper—every sensation coiled tight, threatening to snap.

Lena’s grip tightened, her thumb circling the swollen head of my cock with deliberate pressure. The drag of her calloused fingers sent sparks up my spine, my hips jerking forward into her fist. Behind her, Jake’s hands roamed, rough and possessive—one tugging her hair back to expose her throat, the other sliding down to cup her pussy through her shorts. She moaned against his mouth, her fingers never slowing on me, her other hand reaching back to unbutton Jake’s jeans. The metallic rasp of his zipper was drowned out by the wet sound of his tongue plunging into her mouth. I caught her wrist, pulling her fingers from my cock just long enough to lick a stripe up her palm—salty, slick—before guiding her back. She shuddered, her hips grinding against Jake’s hand as she stroked me faster, her breath coming in ragged bursts. The air was thick with sweat and musk, the scent of arousal clinging to every inch of skin. Jake bit her shoulder, his fingers finally slipping beneath her waistband, and Lena’s rhythm faltered—just for a second—before she tightened her grip and twisted her wrist on the upstroke. My knees nearly buckled. Every nerve was alight, raw and electric, the friction of her hand, the heat of their bodies, the sharp sting of teeth and nails—too much, not enough.

Lena’s breath hitched as Jake’s fingers finally pushed past the fabric, sliding through her wetness with a groan. His touch was rough, urgent—two fingers curling inside her while his thumb pressed hard against her clit. She arched against him, her grip on my cock tightening as pleasure rippled through her. I dragged her closer, my mouth crashing against hers, tasting the moan that spilled from her lips. The kiss was messy, desperate—all teeth and tongues and shared breath. Jake’s free hand tangled in her hair, yanking her head back to expose her throat as he fucked her with his fingers, the wet sound obscene against the ragged rhythm of her strokes. She whimpered, her hips jerking, her body caught between us—my cock in her hand, Jake’s fingers buried deep. Every movement was charged, frantic, the air thick with the scent of sweat and sex. I bit her lower lip, my hands sliding down to grip her ass, pulling her harder against Jake’s touch. “Fuck her like that,” I growled against her mouth. Jake’s answering snarl was dark, possessive. He twisted his fingers inside her, his other hand clamping over her throat as she came with a sharp cry—her body clenching around him, her grip on me going slick with her own release. The sight of her unraveling, the feel of her trembling against me—it was too much. I dragged her hand faster, my hips pistoning into her fist, the heat coiling low in my gut. Jake leaned in, his lips grazing her ear. “Again.” His fingers didn’t stop, circling her clit with relentless pressure until she was gasping, shaking—her nails digging into my thigh as another wave crashed over her. The room dissolved into sensation—her moans, their sweat-slick skin, the raw, animal hunger in Jake’s eyes as he watched her fall apart. And when my release finally tore through me, spilling hot over her fingers, it was with her name on my lips and the echo of her pleasure still pulsing between us.