Coming through the sound of the wind is the unmistakable clang of the metal fire escape ladder. Someone is climbing up the ladder to reach the roof! I'm suddenly grateful for his hand over my mouth. We are one building away from the same men that killed every living soul in the café. I grab onto his jacket and sink my nails into the folds of cloth. My thighs reflexively squeeze up around his hips. I can't help it; it's instinctual to want to pull him closer to me, to keep him with me. I'm shaking again and as we listen for movement or some sign that they're going to check the other buildings surrounding the café another tear slips free. God I hate crying.
I see a tattoo peek out from under the collar of his hoodie and the realization dawns on me I have no idea who the hell I'm with. For all I know he could be just as fucked up as the men shooting at everyone. How the hell am I supposed to tell if he's a good guy or not? Stupid movies, always making it so damn easy to tell the difference but in the real world it's anything but. We hear the sound of a man grumbling and cussing. The sound comes close enough that I can finally make out certain words the man is saying. “’Climb up there and make sure no one else is here, Bob’. Fucking dick, if we couldn’t get the fucking door open how the hell does he expect someone else to be able to. Stupid asshat, you want to know if someone is up here you climb the damn ladder and freeze your ass off, Louie.” He grumbles some more. He’s so close that I can make out every word he says now. I don’t even want to breathe for fear he’ll hear it. The man on top of me is so stiff and completely focused, like a snake coiled and ready to strike. Finally we here the man’s footsteps walk away from us and then the clank of the ladder again. I can hear sirens in the distance and it must have spooked the guy from looking any further for us. He’s climbing back down. Thank God! The man on top of me breathes a huge sigh of relief and relaxes into me. For just a few fleeting moments I take his whole weight and start to wonder if he'd crush me under him if we had sex. Not that we're going to but what would happen if he goes off on the 'o' train and loses his balance? Maybe if we were on a mattress it would be different. What the hell am I thinking? He puts the gun back in his waistband and peeks over the side of the building. It must be all clear because he stands and pulls me up to stand with him.
This building is connected to an office building or something like that and when he finds a door he spares no time trying to go through it. Two or three good kicks and he's broken through the rusted handle. He catches it before it can bang against the opposite wall so we make no sound as we go down the stairwell. He checks for open doors on every level until he finds one open. He turns to me before he tells me what the plan is.
"You stay here," he takes the gun out of his waistband and puts it in my hands. "I have to grab something before we leave. If someone gives you shit, shoot them."
He's gone before I can pick my mouth up off the floor. He left me. He just walked away from me and left me standing alone in the stairwell of a building I have no idea how to get out of. Do I follow him? Do I ask for help? What if I ask the wrong person for help? Do I just walk out of the building and start running until I reach my apartment?
I jump a little when the door opens but before I can raise the gun, he is back and taking the gun out of my hand.
"Good girl." And that should not make me so wet it runs down the inside of my thighs. But it does.
I realize he's carrying a coat thrown over his arm. He wraps it around me and pokes my arms in the sleeves. It covers everything, all the way down to my toes. In fact, you can't tell I'm not wearing shoes if I stand still. He takes the pins out of my hair and lets it fall to my shoulders and down my back. I guess it looks better down than half up and windblown.
"We have to be normal. Until we know who we can trust and who is in charge we need to blend in." He takes his hands and swipes at the line of tears that have run down my face. His hands are huge, they engulf my face completely.
I nod my head because he seems to know what he's talking about. A noise has me turning away but somehow he's gone crazy. He pushes me back against the wall. His lips crash against mine and his tongue invades my mouth until all I can focus on is him. His hands run all over me, his mouth kisses me stupid, his dick pushes into the juncture of my thighs. I moan because I can't stop the reaction to him.
Someone coughs but he doesn't stop if anything he leans further into me. He raises his head and gives the older man with a receding hairline and a handful of cigarettes a quick glare. When the man's eyes track to me, he growls with narrowed eyes and goes back to kissing me so I can't see the man anymore. I'm not sure if he's trying to keep the man from looking at my tear-streaked face or if he's trying to stake his claim in front of the guy. He turns us so he's leaning back against the wall and moves his hand so that it runs down the outside of my thigh before he raises it to hook around his hips. His fingers spear into my hair making me moan in his mouth again and he uses that to pull my head to the side for easier access to my mouth.
I sink my fingers into his chest and push up against him. I'm sure it looks like I am all but climbing this man to the person standing behind us. I have never been in a hotter situation with a sexier guy. The door opens again and when it slams shut my guy with the arctic eyes pushes me away from him like he can't move me fast enough.
It's like having cold water dumped over your head. Freezing cold water. I understand he was just trying to cover me from the guy who came into the stairwell for a smoke but fuck I got caught up in it. Usually, when a man has his tongue pushed all the way to the back of your throat he is having just as much fun but from the way the guy in front of me stopped I doubt he was doing any of that for fun. Having him push me away kills my ego. He doesn't wait for me to pick my dead soul up off the floor; instead, he takes my hand and pulls me the rest of the way down the stairs not looking back at me once.
When we pop out of the building the lights and noise of the sirens are shocking. Uniformed policemen are all over the place and a crowd of people has gathered at the edge of the yellow police tape. He pushes through the crowd so we can stand at the front of the group. He watches for long seconds before he finally ducks under the tape and starts making his way across the pavement to a man standing apart from all the movement and chaos. A police officer is in front of us in seconds with his hand on the chest of the man who saved me.
"You have to stay behind the yellow..." the officer starts but the man takes him by the shoulder and pulls him closer whispering something in his ear. Whatever the hell he said to the officer must have shocked the hell out of the guy because he turns his head and shouts for the man that seems to be in charge of everyone.
And just like that my adventure is over. The day from hell is over.
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Ivan
Damn big eyes, and damn the soft lips that go with them. Not to even mention the soft body I had under me on that rooftop. Hell, they could have sent an army for me at that moment and if I knew it was the last thing I could do I would have torn her fucking panties off and been balls deep before they got the first shot off. The fucker has stayed down with only the minimal handjob from myself to satisfy every once in a great while, and now, one look at the woman and the damned thing is not going down anytime soon. As soon as the detective got us out of there and back at the police station we were separated, both of us questioned and then released. Before that, we both rode in the same car and I had to think of some creative ways to hide my large chub right there in front of a shit ton of cops. This day just can't get any worse.