“We have to keep looking, Tommy! They probably fled when the roof collapsed.”
We split up and search the two other rooms on the second floor before moving down to the first. The entire time, I feel like I’m going to burst from the feeling of my rock hard member brushing against the rough fabric of my boxer briefs.
Fuck.
I grit my teeth as a piece of something on fire goes crashing to the floor a few feet in front of me. My head feels light and fuzzy from the pure adrenaline coursing through my veins.
This was a terrible idea. I should have just left when I had the chance, then at least I’d be balls deep in my flower right now, pumping her full of my cum.
Instead, I’m on the verge of ripping through my turnout gear and jeans to rub one out in the middle of this blazing inferno.
“What the hell are you waiting for, Romano?” Tommy calls from behind me, making his way to the stairs. “Let’s go! We need to find these people and get them out of here now.”
I shake my head to clear it and follow behind him towards the stairs. There’s a gaping hole halfway down, but when we look inside, all we see is debris. Tommy and I carefully make our way down to the first floor.
One part of the downstairs—which is likely the living room, but it’s hard to tell with all the smoke billowing around—is completely blocked off, so we search every other space we’re able to.
“Tommy, Dante, what’s going on in there?” Nash asks over the radio.
“We can’t find ‘em, Cap,” I respond, turning around in a circle and straining my eyes against the brightness of the fire.
“You have one more minute, then I want the two of you out of there,” Nash instructs. “I’m not sure how much longer this house will be standing.”
“Copy that, Cap,” Tommy says.
We make the most of the last minute we have and search every nook and cranny we can, but the fire is getting even more intense.
We’re just about to call it quits when I hear someone faintly call out to us.
“Hello?” I call just as the ceiling in a different part of the house crashes to the floor.
“Shit!” Tommy yells, jumping out of the way before he’s engulfed in the flames. “Dante, we gotta get out of here, man!”
“I heard something,” I tell him, moving closer to the stairs. The yelling is still faint, but I can hear it.
Are they in the stairs?
I start knocking on the wall underneath the stairs—and hear someone inside knocking back.
“Tommy! They’re in here!” I yell.
“Cap,” he calls into his radio. “The family is trapped under the stairs. We need an axe!”
I miss the rest of what they’re saying because my ears are filled with a loud, incessant buzzing. A cold numbness washes over me at the realization of what could have happened.
If I hadn’t heard the person in the walls trying to get our attention, we would have left without them, and they’d have perished when there was a chance they could have been saved.
I need to break this wall down right now.
“Cap’s sending in an axe,” Tommy yells, “but I need to go back up to the second floor to get it.”
I shake my head. “We don’t have time, Tommy. This house is going to come down around us any minute! We have to get them out now!”
Adrenaline—fueled by the desperation to get this family out safe—courses through my veins and gives me a surge of strength. I start kicking in the drywall, hoping that it’ll give with enough force.
I look over to where Tommy is watching me, eyes wide with surprise.
“Come on, man! Help me!” I command.
