‘Don’t be stupid, you’ve gone out of your way to show me around, I owe you.’
‘You don’t owe me anything. I asked you out for lunch, I don’t expect you to pay.’
‘Well I insist.’
‘No I insist,’ he responded firmly with a glare.
‘That’s not fair, I don’t want to be in your debt,’ I responded with an equally fierce glare.
‘In my debt? Christ it’s just lunch not a loan.’
‘I like to pay my own way.’
‘God you’re infuriating Mia. I’ve never had a girl argue with me about paying.’
‘Then you obviously keep picking the wrong girls Gabe,’ I bit back angrily.
‘Christ you’re so hot when you’re mad Mia,’ he said with a smile, which earned him another scowl. ‘Ok we’ll make a deal, I’ll let you get lunch and in return you’ll let me get you some actual food to stock your fridge. You’re going to have to clear those bottles out of your oven so you can cook.’
‘You saw those?’ I cringed, embarrassed he’d found our overflow alcohol storage place.
‘I was trying to see where all the food was hidden, I’d tried everywhere else.’
‘Well there’s no point stocking up or clearing them out, I can’t cook.’
‘I can teach you.’
‘You can cook?’
‘I had to learn from an early age and I enjoy it. So do we have another deal?’
‘Ok,’ I replied, as I left some bank notes on the table. I wondered what he meant saying he had to learn to cook from an early age. I followed him out, surprised to see it had turned a bit blustery, so I undid my cardigan and wrapped it around me again and made the belt knot tighter.
He held out his hand to me and this time I took it straight away, which made him smile. I liked seeing him do that, he had an amazing smile. We began the walk back through the park and over the river chatting about nothing in particular and we picked up the pace as the wind really began to blow hard.
We made it to the M&S outlet in less than 40 minutes, just as some black clouds rolled in and spots of rain started to fall, yet it still felt muggy. The cool air conditioned shop was a welcome break. He quizzed me on the meals I liked as we toured the supermarket aisles. He picked up fruit and fresh vegetables, smelling them and squeezing them and stacked up packets of pasta, rice, herbs and spices. I’d got off lightly with lunch, food shopping was expensive. He refused to take any money, or let me carry any bags. As the glass door slid open to let us back out, we heard the grumble of thunder. We were only another ten minute walk from home, if that.
‘If we risk it, we’re going to have to move it, it’s about to pour down,’ he said and he was right. We were only halfway back when the heavens opened and the rain bounced off the pavements like tennis balls. Within minutes we were soaked through. I could feel my hair plastered to my face and my clothes were sodden. As we reached the ground floor entrance I stripped off my cardigan, as the water in it was weighing me down. I fumbled in my pockets for my keys and dropped them.
‘Mia you’re drenched, hurry up,’ yelled Gabe.
I couldn’t even see him there was that much water in my eyes and I could feel my mascara running down my cheeks. I screeched with laughter as I bent over to retrieve my keys and the rain trickled down the back of my jeans. I heard him laughing as well, I liked that too, hearing him laugh. The key finally connected with the lock and we burst through the door into the safety of the lower hall. I dropped my cardigan on the floor and pushed my hair out of my eyes and ran my arm across my face. Gabe had dropped the shopping bags on the floor and was bent over shaking his head and sleeves, it was a pointless exercise, there was no way we were getting dry until our clothes were off.
He stood back up, hair dishevelled and his white shirt soaked through. It clung to his muscular torso, outlining each of his abs. I felt the air between us vibrating and I surprised him by backing him up against the door and kissing him violently as I ran my hands over his pecs. He swivelled me around and pinned my arms behind me as he returned my kiss with equal passion, grinding his hips against mine. The wet denim only seemed to accentuate his hard on pressing against me. My nipples stuck out like jelly tots, my wet flimsy vest struggling to contain them and the sensation of his chest rubbing against them was getting me off. I let out a moan and he pulled away panting.
‘We’d better get upstairs as this entrance hall is a little too public for sex, even for me,’ he said grabbing the bags off the floor.
I leaned against the door, I needed a minute to recover from the effect he’d just had on me. We slowly made it to the top and he dropped the bags outside my front door.
‘Where does that go?’ he asked, nodding to a set of black narrow metal steps that led off the landing to a small half sized white painted door.
‘It’s a tiny roof terrace that the top two apartments have access to. It has amazing city views, it’s where Lexi goes to smoke.’
‘I want to see it.’ He grabbed my hand and pulled my with him to the door, which he opened.
‘Gabe we’ll get soaked.’
‘I don’t think we can get any wetter than we already are can we?’ he grinned as he pulled me through the gap and onto the terrace, closing the door behind me.
It was a flat area, about 3 x 3 metres, with sloping roofs coming down to its edges on either side. Directly in front was a black metal ornate railing, connecting each roof together and forming a barrier to the drop below. The cityscape lay in front of us as the rain lashed down and the thunder rumbled. There was the odd crackle of lightening which lit up the darkened sky.
Gabe gently pushed me back, so that I was lying back on the slope of our kitchen roof, then pinned my hands above my head. He seemed to like having me at his mercy I thought, as he kissed me while the rain hammered down on us. The feel and sound of the running water, thunder and fresh cool air up here was exhilarating. It heightened all of my senses and I groaned as his face nuzzled my wet vest down under my breasts and his lips latched onto my left nipple. I tried to react, to touch him, but he continued to keep my hands firmly pressed against the tiles as his right hand snaked down and undid the buttons on my jeans and slid into my knickers. His fingers worked their way down to my clit, which was already quivering with excitement. He gently rubbed it and circled a finger around my entrance.
‘Does that hurt?’ he asked as he detached from my breast and drew his face level with mine.
‘No,’ I groaned. ‘It feels good, it feels really good.’
He very carefully inserted his middle finger, I was so wet he slid in easily, so far so good. ‘Ok?’
‘More than ok Gabe,’ I sighed.
Another finger followed as he kissed me in time to his gently thrusting fingers, I clenched around them my hips moving with the rhythm he’d set. It was impossible to see much as the water poured into my eyes, but I felt him release my hands and he squatted as he pulled my jeans and knickers down to my ankles, in one swift move. As he rose back up, I heard his zip go and the condom wrapper open. It seemed I was in for another standing leg buckler. He grabbed under the cheeks of my bottom and pushed me further up the roof until my feet were off the floor and leaned in towards me. I slid down the wet roof tiles so fast, that when he penetrated me, he buried himself into me all the way to his hilt. I gripped his shoulders gasping, he was so big, he filled me completely, stretched me even.
‘Too much?’ he groaned.
‘No and I promise I’ll tell you if it is.’ My knees were splayed, but my feet were still anchored together by my knickers and crumpled jeans, it left a perfect angle for his pelvis to rub against my clit as he entered me again and again. I squirmed as I kept nearly climaxing, but would then lose it as I slipped down again and he had to push me back up. I gasped with pleasure each time we managed to get our rhythm right.
‘Gabe, I want you to hold me down and go faster, I can take it,’ I begged and grabbed his head pulling his lips back onto mine. He must’ve
trusted me, as his hands pushed my hips down hard against the tiles and he leaned his full weight on me. It kept me steady as he picked up speed and it was only minutes before we both climaxed. My head fell back against the tiles and he buried his face in my breasts softly kissing them as I started to laugh.
‘What?’
‘This is crazy Gabe, we’re on a bloody roof, soaked through in the middle of a thunder storm. Do you ever have sex lying down in a bed?’
‘I do and I can prove it once we’ve got out of these wet clothes and warmed up with a hot shower.’
‘You better let me get down then, you’re still inside me.’
‘I know, I like the feeling, it’s very snug inside you. Did I hurt you this time?’
‘No, but my legs are shaking and could do with some solid ground under them please.’
He kissed me as he withdrew and zipped himself up before pulling up my clothes for me.
‘We need to move, I’ve a used condom on my cock, which is not the most pleasant of experiences and I’d like to dispose of it.’
We squeezed back out of the tiny door onto our bright landing and the welcome dryness.
‘Shit where are all the shopping bags and my cardigan? Someone’s nicked them.’
The front door suddenly swung open and there was Lexi, hands on hips with a disapproving look on her face, making me giggle.
‘No one’s nicked them. I heard an almighty commotion and thought the kitchen ceiling was caving in with the storm. I came out to see what was going on and nearly broke my neck tripping over the contents of bloody M&S on the floor here.’
‘You came out?’ I gasped.
‘Not on the roof, I’m not stupid. I figured out what you were doing out there, so I discretely retreated and put all the stuff in the kitchen. You two are mental, you could’ve fallen off. You should know better after our little talk,’ she said scowling at Gabe. He looked at me for support and I grimaced at him, I knew better than to argue with Lexi when she was cross. ‘For god’s sake you’re dripping all over the landing. Kick your shoes off, I’ll put them by the fire. Get in and get yourselves in the bathroom,’ she ordered. ‘I’ll rummage out some clothes for you Gabe.’
We skulked past her and hurriedly shut ourselves in the bathroom and burst out laughing. I turned the shower on full blast and cranked up the heat until it was steaming and turned to find Gabe had already stripped off and disposed of his condom. He really was incredible to look at. His thighs were solid and he had slim hips and the perfect inverted triangle, broadening out to his muscular chest and shoulders. Most of all I couldn’t stop staring at his large penis.
‘You’ll make me blush inspecting me like that,’ he grinned.
‘Sorry, but it’s a pretty awesome sight. I could look at it all day.’
‘I feel the same about you,’ he replied as he approached me and peeled my wet vest up and over my head, leaving me bare chested standing in my sodden jeans. I instinctively covered my breasts with my hands. ‘It’s a bit late for modesty now Mia, I’ve already seen all of you. Come on, get the rest of your kit off and join me in the shower,’ he said as he walked into it.
‘You’re ready for sex again?’ I exclaimed as I kicked off my boots and wriggled my way out of my jeans and my black lace knickers.
‘For you I’m thinking I’ll always be ready Mia, but I thought you could do with a break and to get warm. God this feels good, I’m feeling the last competition and our escapades from Friday,’ he said as he stretched out his muscles and flexed his shoulders against the hot downpour. I walked in behind him and gasped. He had trails of thin red marks across his shoulder blades and some on his bottom. I’d drawn blood the other night.
‘What?’
‘Gabe your back it looks awful, thank god I keep my nails really short. Does it hurt?’
‘No they’re superficial. Besides I really enjoyed you doing it at the time, feel free to do it again.’
I kissed some of them, making him sigh happily, before pressing my bare chest onto him and sliding my arms around his waist. I lay my head against him and enjoyed the sensation of his hot bare skin next to mine, the warm water washing over me, as I gently caressed the sexy dip over each of his hip bones. He leant forwards and planted his hands on the tiled wall in front of him and stretched his neck back and forth, as I leaned around him and grabbed the baby wash from the shelf and soaped up my hands. I started washing him from the neck down, across his shoulders and traced the outline of his shoulder blades, down his back and sides to his incredible bottom, it was biteable.
‘God that feels so good,’ he moaned. It felt good, good to do something to take care of him after he’d been so concerned with my needs. I reached back around him and soaped his chest, waist, hips and stomach and enjoyed feeling of his abs twitching under my fingers. I was careful not to go too low, I wanted him to relax for a few minutes and not feel that I was asking anything of him. I crouched down and worked my hands up and down his calves and moved up to his thighs. There really wasn’t an ounce of fat on his body anywhere, he was completely lean all over, moulded to perfection.
As I stood back up, he turned around to face me and took the body wash out of my hands and turned me to face the tiles. He followed the same pattern I had, I could feel his erection nudging my backside, but at no stage did he make me feel as if he were doing it with the intention of having sex again. When he finally turned me around, he held me tightly against him and kissed the top of my hair and just stood hugging me, the water cascading over us. We’d just been sexually physical with each other on the roof, but this felt far more intimate and my stomach warmed me from the inside out. We were roused from our moment of calm by Lexi banging on the door.
‘Jesus, are you two at it again in there? Like fucking rabbits. I’ve put some clean dry clothes outside the bedroom door for you Gabe, they may be a bit small but they’re all I could find that might fit the bill.’
Gabe smiled down at me and kissed me. ‘She’s starting to like me,’ he said as he held my hand and led me out of the shower.
We kept looking at each other as we dried off and I knotted my damp hair in a pile on the top of my head and headed into my bedroom. I found a pair of grey track suit bottoms and a navy sweat shirt carefully folded on the floor. I handed them to Gabe and went back to rummage in my drawers and dug out my favourite snuggling outfit. A small pair of cut off black jersey shorts and a loose pink off the shoulder batwing mohair jumper and some long black leg warmers, all of which I quickly pulled on. I sat at my dressing table and removed my smudged mascara and turned to see Gabe bare chested leaning against the bathroom doorframe surveying me.
‘Why not just wear full length joggers? I don’t get it. You’re wearing, if you can call them that, the tiniest pair of shorts that I’ve ever seen that don’t even cover your butt cheeks, which I love by the way. Then you put on a pair of knitted things that only come up to your knees.’
‘I feel sexy in this outfit. I don’t like to walk around looking like a slob in trackies and a hoodie, regardless of who may or may not see me.’
‘You look damn sexy it in, I just hope you don’t wear those shorts out in public. Are you wearing any underwear beneath any of that?’
‘No. I’m at home relaxing and I find underwear restrictive. Wow, those joggers are really tight on your thighs.’
‘Hmmm yes. Lucky for me Lexi’s so tall, if they’d been yours I may have burst them at the seams.’
‘Well I better get your clothes in the washer dryer, I don’t want you wandering around in public with those tight trousers, flashing your abs and flexing your pecs at everyone.’
‘Are you getting jealous and protective over my body?’
‘While we are doing this thing I think you’ll find it’s my body, booty call boy. What’s wrong with the sweatshirt?’
‘I haven’t tried it yet, I was too busy watching you get dressed.’
‘Has anyone ever told you that you’re slightly creepy? Stalki
ng me at college, watching me eat, sleep and dress, I may have to reconsider this whole arrangement.’
‘You’d better not,’ he said as he strode purposefully towards me. He scooped me up off the stool and spun me around and around until I squealed with laughter.
‘Put me down Gabe, you’re making me dizzy. I need to go and do some washing. A nice cold beer wouldn’t go amiss either. Fancy one?’
‘Yes please. I’m not going to be in yours and Lexi’s way am I? I’m not sure if I’ve overstayed my welcome?’
‘Of course not, if Lexi wanted you out she’d tell you. Anyway it’s going to be a good couple of hours before your clothes are ready, so you’re stuck here. I’ll be back in a minute, are your wet clothes in the bathroom?’
He nodded and I went to collect them. ‘Lexi, I’m going to throw our jeans in the washer, do you want yours doing?’ I called.
‘No I’m good, I’ve put the fire on so come on in when you’re ready.’ she replied.
I checked our jeans pockets and removed Gabe’s wallet and phone and noticed he’d four missed calls from someone called Davies and two condoms. We’d just used one so packing three showed he was expecting a long afternoon. I loaded up the washing machine and grabbed two bottles of beer from the fridge, which looked alien packed with some of the food Gabe had purchased. I knocked off their lids and returned to the bedroom.
Gabe was standing facing my heart shaped fabric noticeboard on the wall, it had come with me from home and had dozens of pictures slotted into the tight white ribbons that were latticed across it. Most of the pictures were of Lexi and I, on nights out pulling stupid faces and sexy poses, but I realised I’d left one of Kai and myself in there and Gabe was holding it studying it intently. Kai was hugging me from behind and kissing the side of my face.
‘No good with the sweat shirt then?’ I observed, making him jump.
‘No, couldn’t even get my arms in it.’ I held out the bottle of beer to him and he took it with his free hand. ‘Who’s this?’ he asked as he waved the photo at me with the other.
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