New Leaves, No Strings (19 page)

‘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.