Well 75% of you voted for 'Fate' to be the next story I post and here it is! Hopefully you can draw on the cougar-ism in New Year's Eve and 17 Again a little!
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CHAPTER 1
"Allow me…"
A smooth, rich, husked voice infiltrated Gabriella Montez's ear as she accepted her wine order from the barman and went into her purse to pay.
She had no need to apparently, because the gentleman behind her queuing had already done the honours and ordered his own tipple.
Forty-five year old Gabriella smiled appreciatively at the young hunk in the black suit; black shirt underneath, all fitting his evidently toned body perfectly. He had messily spiked chestnut hair- thick and touchable and curly eyelashes surrounding his clear blue, dark-edged eyes.
"Thank you," her red lips curved upwards; the colour matching her floor-length but form-fitting red dress.
"A beautiful lady shouldn't be buying her own drinks," the man charmed, collecting his own drink and moving them away from the bar subtly.
Gabriella arched her brow. "I'm at least old enough to be your mother," she guessed amusedly.
The young man looked surprised. "You don't look it."
"Gabriella," she outstretched her hand, choosing only to give him her first name. By the glint of attraction in his eyes, he didn't really care about her surname, anyway.
"Troy," he returned, his own thick brow raising as he grinned at her. She'd like to say his grin was practiced, predatory even, but she was sure she was the only one of them feeling predatory right now. He had freckles dusted across his nose that only reminded her of his youth.
"The average age of attendees at this boring business party seems to be around forty," she remarked. "How did you get in?"
He smirked. "Gate-crashed."
In reality, his father had invited him. A father he barely saw, now that his parents had divorced; and who had already admitted to him he was intending to take a long trip hiking around the Himalaya's in two weeks' time, hence tonight's supposed father-son bond-fest. His dad was nowhere to be found, however.
Gabriella nodded at his cheeky response. "I see…"
"What's your excuse?" He batted back, his lips never losing their smile.
She blinked. "Female boss," she briefed. "I run the office for Dell's Car Design," she added.
"Oh," he pursed his lips, intrigued. "High-flying job…"
"What do you do?" She wondered.
He shrugged. "Go to University."
"University?" She repeated. "You're even younger than I thought…"
Damn, that put paid to the flirting they had just struck up.
"Does my age matter to you that much?" He wondered with a murmur as he leaned close, his blue eyes twinkling mischievously.
Gabriella swallowed. He smelled incredibly good. Too good. It wasn't fair, really for a man to smell that good and such a young man too. Such a temptation placed in her way on tonight of all nights.
Her divorce had just been finalized, she was finally free of the money-sucking ex husband that she'd only recently found the courage to leave and since they'd separated, she had only bloomed with her new-found freedom.
"Just numbers, right?" She sipped her wine, testing the waters.
His smile was slow and his appreciative gaze flicked down her and back up. "Right."
"You came here to bed a cougar?" She wondered of his confident approach.
"No…no, you caught my eye as soon as I saw you move across the room and I just had to follow those curves…"
She smirked, lazily; her lids came down a little at his compliment.
"Let's get one thing straight, handsome, I don't take compliments…"
"Why not?" He challenged. "You are absolutely without doubt the most beautiful woman in this room."
"And yet I only took your fancy," she argued.
"Oh, I don't think so," he chuckled lightly. "I just made it to the bar first…"
She licked her lips. "That must make you the luckiest man in the room then;" she commented with a becoming smile.
"I dare to ask why," he breathed.
"Because you get to escort me to the dance floor…and you better be a good dancer, Troy," she warned as she placed down her empty glass. "Or I'll find a man my own age to be inappropriate with…"
/
Troy was a good dancer.
Gabriella wasn't sure if she were happy about that yet because her challenge had meant to unnerve him and she didn't like that the so far unshakeable Troy seemed far less affected by her presence than she was to his.
He was solid, all over. His wide shoulders were emphasized by his suit jacket; his slim hips under the jacket evident along with his slim but muscled thighs. His arms were rock hard, strong and bulky, she almost wanted to ask him for a feel such was her curiosity but she reminded herself where she was to start with, and then added in her age for good measure.
Forty-five year old business women did not go around feeling up young University men!
Troy, for his part, was dancing like a true gentleman, keeping her protectively close enough to make her blood throb around her body, but not close enough to make her uncomfortable. She didn't know if she should believe his claim that he had watched her cross the room and decided to approach her; but then she didn't know that it really mattered if he was lying.
She liked what she saw. So did he, apparently. Tonight, she could have a little of the fun she had missed out on in her teens by marrying young; so young she never got to really enjoy her life. If Troy was on the same wavelength as her, of course. Maybe he was one of those gentlemanly types who didn't sleep with a woman on a first date in which case this could be a total waste of time…
"I can almost hear your thoughts," his warm voice trickled into her ear like smooth honey; making her startle.
"You can?" She worried momentarily.
"You're wondering where I learned to dance like this," he smiled and she pulled back slightly to stretch a wan smile across her face.
"Not exactly," she murmured, and then swallowed at his tilt of his head in silent question.
"You aren't wondering where I learned to dance like this?" He asked outright, amused.
"What is that insanely gorgeous scent you're wearing?" She enquired, changing the subject as his after-shave tickled her senses; and started a dampening between her thighs along with the feel of his hard body pressed to hers and those blue eyes connecting with her brown ones.
Her hair was a rough but stylish bob; black and wispy framing her face and down to her jaw. It made her look at least ten years younger than she really was. She wondered if he knew that, and if he knew that the red dress and lipstick were just more lies to her real age.
"It's just soap," he answered her question eventually. "I don't use aftershave…"
"You don't need to," she agreed, a little annoyed at this fact. How could he smell so good on soap alone? Was he sweating the damn stuff through his pores? The slight sheen on his upper lip coded her into the fact he was nervous. Just a little bit. So she was having an effect on him after all.
How odd. An ancient old prune like her; tickling the fancy of this strapping young stud.
His smile was still there, soft, teasing. He was looking at her intently, not hiding his attraction as he brought her close; the slow tempo of the music allowing him to do so without much notice.
"May I cut in?" Another male voice interrupted their eye-contact and Troy answered first.
"I'm sorry; she's taken for all of tonight's dances…"
Gabriella licked her lips at his claim on her; turning to nod at the man who asked her to dance to confirm Troy's statement. She doubted she could speak without laughing.
"Jealous type, are we?" She wondered lightly, amused by his monopolization of her time.
He tilted his head, studying her features, his eyes falling on her lips.
"I can bet that if he had you in his arms, he wouldn't be so quick to give you up, either," Troy smoothed.
She laughed and looked up at him, her eyes sparkling. "I'm not some amazingly in demand woman, Troy. Contrary to your insistence otherwise…"
"You should be," he lowered his hands down her back slowly, making her shiver.
Somewhere deep down she hoped his large palms would fall on her rounded backside but he did the gentlemanly- and disappointing-thing by resting his fingers in the curve before her ass. Her huge ass, she added silently.
She had no choice but to run her palms up his chest and link her fingers at his neck, something she took great slow delight in doing to have a feel of his clearly magnificent chest- something his shirt did nothing to hide and the black on him just made him sexier somehow- more dangerous.
"Are you going to compliment me all night, or do we get to…explore the hotel?" She wondered of the venue where the party was being held.
She swallowed as he looked at her, surprised. Had she guessed this all wrong?
"The balcony?" He suggested on a husked throat; swallowing himself.
She arched a brow, tiptoeing. "If you want to play it that way, then yes, okay," she agreed lightly, thinking she would have happily skipped a little making out in the fresh air to go straight to her room- or his, if he had one.
"Uhm…" for the first time tonight, he looked out of his depth. She didn't let him flounder, however.
"I need some fresh air if you wouldn't mind escorting me?" She spoke out loud, meeting his gaze.
"My pleasure," his debonair masked slipped back into place as he guided her out and once outside, she shivered in the cold.
"Here," he slipped his jacket around her shoulders and she dipped into her purse for a cigarette, asking him for a light.
When he paused, she smiled.
"Do you mind if I smoke?"
"Well it depends what it tastes like," he mused, dipping into his pocket for his lighter and holding it up ready, but not igniting the flame yet.
He stepped closer, really close and squinted as she met his gaze.
"Tastes like how?" She puzzled, placing the filter to her lips, ready to draw in air when he lit the tip, but he grasped her wrist gently and brought it down, effectively taking the cigarette away from her lips.
He tilted his head, leaning forward.
"What it tastes like to kiss you," he explained of his question, using her surprise-parted lips to his advantage as he finally pressed his to them; gently sucking on their lush fullness.
Gabriella dropped her cigarette quickly as he pocketed his lighter and he wrapped his arms around her; kissing her deeply as she thrust her fingers into his hair at the nape of his neck.
God, he tasted amazing, just like his scent. His tongue sought entrance to her mouth and dove in; giving her a taste of his wine and something else besides; something that accompanied the all-male smell and feel of him as he pressed into her; showing her under no doubt how much he wanted her.
It didn't matter that his age was probably half of hers and that she was not the vibrant, pert young woman she once was, his hands owned the curve of her backside as she tiptoed to reach him; ruining his hair with her curious fingers.
"Ahem…"
Another smoker had evidently joined the fresh air of the balcony and Gabriella drew away from Troy with a deep breath in; swallowing against the desire that clogged her throat. Her eyes were as dark as his were, and his scanned her face for approval to move this elsewhere- and onto the next stage if she was willing.
He looked behind him at the smoker, then back to her, caging her protectively as he grasped her elbows in gentle hands.
"Do you…" he began, then paused, that flash of vulnerability back.
"Come to my room," she stated. "Give me five minutes. Number 403."
He nodded, his eyes alight with hope.
"Don't disappoint me," she warned and he smiled, hoping she meant his attendance and not his skill in bed. If she expected him to be as experienced as lovers her own age she might be disappointed but he couldn't be faulted for his stamina.
He watched her walk away with her amazingly sexy backside swaying side to side, promising heels beneath that dress and he knew he would soon be getting to see them if he was lucky enough that she would keep them on…
/
Troy knocked on the door of room 403 and hoped the last hour hadn't all been a dream- or that Gabriella hadn't set him up with a fake room number to let him down.
When the door opened to reveal the heart-shaped face of his dancing partner, he felt a whoosh of relief shoot through his veins and then his eyes dropped down her, hardly taking in what he saw.
She had kept the heels on- red, high and sexy, but that was all. Every other inch of her was bare and her red lips curved at his stunned appraisal of her bare form.
He lifted his eyes back to hers; not seeing anything in her luscious body that would signify her alleged 'old' age and as he walked forward and she back; coming inside the room, neither much cared any more about the digits that formed their ages or the gap that came between those two numbers.
Body to body, mouth to mouth, that was all that mattered.
"Would you have preferred it if I had played coy?" She twinkled at him as they broke for air; eyes locking intensely.
"No way," he breathed, stunned and overjoyed at her naked state; and her utter confidence in doing so. She could have easily 'played coy' as she put it and refused to share her delightful form with him until they were further down the line in foreplay, but this way, he got to appreciate every part of her with his eyes before his hands took the journey- over her backside, cupping to slide up her hips, into her waist and pausing there; silently asking for permission to touch.
Gabriella appreciated his hesitation, it showed a mark of respect- it showed he wasn't an animal who wanted to fuck her silly and who was only in this to get into her pants for his own gratification. She licked her lips, taking one of his quivering hands and cupping it; laying it ever so gently over her bare breast.
As it was she sucked in a hissed breath at the touch; her peaks were already hard in arousal and she doubted he would need to do much to get her the rest of the way there if this one small touch was anything to go by.
Their eyes gazing; he adjusted his hand to better caress her, using the soft pad of his thumb to tease that budded peak; something she strangled a moan down at and instigated him to kiss her again, all the while he held her close and attended to her breasts, first one then the other.
His lips travelled down from her mouth, across her collarbone and then joined the fun; kissing and gently sucking on her aching tips that led an electrifying sweetness to release inside her, slickening her with it.
"Troy," her voice cast out as her hands finally sought his own hard flesh; something she had been distracted in doing up until now and when she finally drew him up to reach the buttons of his shirt, she took one look into his eyes before she ripped his shirt apart; sending the buttons ricocheting everywhere; something that he evidently enjoyed because he picked her up against his chest and kissed her like a man would; deep and hard and wanting and soon she felt her back fall against the softness of her bed; followed by the heavy weight of Troy between her thighs, pushing them across the bed into a better position to feel each other, any way they could manage.
Gabriella pulled away, pushed him gently against his chest until he half-leaned back on an elbow, a question in his eyes.
She answered for him as she knelt to unhook his trousers, but she didn't remove them at first. She let a saucy smile curl her lips before she cupped the hard length that she could see evidently lay under that black material; his size impressive for his age and she hoped he had the energy to match.
"Have you done this before?" She whispered, intrigued, watching him groan as his forearm went across his eyes.
She stroked his length up and down, her fingers arousing him quickly and intensely in the erotic moment as he struggled to keep control. If she wasn't careful, he was going to-
Oops, too late. He'd shuddered and orgasmed right there in her hand; against the fabric of his pants.
Damn, why did she find that sexy? He was either a virgin; or very sensitive she mused…
"Which part?" He wondered. "Seduced an older lady? Gone back to her hotel room? Come at the wrong moment…?" He added wryly with a sigh.
"Go clean up," she rolled back. "And don't be long…" She added seductively; wondering if his statement about himself being the seducer was entirely correct.
Well at least this way she wouldn't be viewed as a cougar quite so much, she mused. Not that she cared, the young man was more than gorgeous enough to take a few jibes for.
When he strolled out of the bathroom, completely naked; she lifted her brows and parted her lips. He really was beautiful, she decided. Every part of him was muscled, every inch hard and worked to perfection. His slim thighs didn't mind her; his heavily built torso more than made up for it and his magnificent form for one moment made her quiver.
She noticed the same look of uncertainty cross his face as he came to kneel upon the bed, crawling across it towards her.
"Haven't changed your mind, then?" He checked as she accommodated him; answering with a smile and by showcasing the packet in her fingers.
"Not a chance," she assured.
He smirked. "I get the feeling you're just using me…"
She stroked her fingers through his hair. "Isn't that what you wanted?"
He shrugged, kissing her throat as he started up their foreplay again and he sighed as he felt her fingers drag down his back then over his arms.
"No…not at all…I want you, Gabriella," he murmured, licking her peaks with the tip of his tongue before he kissed down her navel.
"And you have me, Troy," she mused, unsure of his direction of conversation. To be honest she'd agree to marry him for the things he was doing to her right now, but he needn't know that…
"Will I see you again?" His breath fanned against her belly; something she didn't try to hide despite her urge to. His lips were already at her hip, anyway.
"Let's be real, Troy," she murmured, her eyes fluttering shut as he kissed around her thighs and she paused, waiting to see if he would complete her pleasure but he hesitated for her response. "We would never have got together outside of this party so let's not pretend we can survive past tonight…"
"Then tonight is all I have of you," he sighed, his tongue striking deep within her and shocking her off the bed nearly with his intimate touch.
"Troy!" She gasped, clutching his hair, crying out loudly for him as he pleasured her with his tongue, then his fingers as he slipped two inside her and flicked her bud with his tongue; drawing wanton sounds from her lips she didn't recognize.
"How long has it been, Gabriella?" He breathed, determined to make her come before they made love.
"Too long," she gasped as she felt the edges of her orgasm rise; the inevitable hot-cold shivering over her skin and the overwhelming sweetness of pleasure gushing her juices from her body and onto his hand; something he grinned at as he felt her spasm against his fingers; deep inside where she evidently hadn't been pleasured for a while.
His kisses came back up her body; slow and tender and when his mouth met hers; she looked into his face and saw his inexperience painted clearly on his face.
"Tell me I'm not your first?" She begged, feeling suddenly awkward.
"Why does it matter if you are?" His murmur was against her ear where he nuzzled her, then kissed across to her mouth again, his powerful tongue-driven kiss raising her body with need against his once more.
"You should be with someone you love, Troy…not this way, not meaningless-"
"It's not meaningless," he assured her, cutting her off, then using the back of his finger to brush her nipple and arouse her further. "But I need to be inside you so tell me if you don't want this…tell me now before it's too late…"
She swallowed, knowing she wanted it just as badly and she thought for a precious moment how she could make his first time better, more memorable than a random fuck with an older woman in a hotel room. At the end of the day all she would ever be was the cougar who stole his virginity and taught him a few tricks, she didn't want the added responsibility of being careful, too.
He breathed in and out while he waited. That soft, adorable look crossed his face again. She smiled, reached up to kiss him softly and then she split the foil packet in her hands.
"Kneel back," she whispered, although he was already drawing away and she caressed him with her hand before she applied his sheath; enjoying the moment with more pleasure than was probably normal as she palmed his manhood.
He sucked in a nervous breath as he lay back down between her thighs, waiting her approval.
She smiled slowly, knowing what would make it amazing for him- and her if she were lucky- so she told him to kneel again, then hooked her calves over his hips.
"You can go deeper this way," she licked her lips. "It's nicer for me, too…"
He grinned, reaching up to caress her breast; pressing his thumb to her nub, too.
"Troy," she gulped in a breath, warning him not to play anymore.
Finally, he filled her with his heat; a strong and satisfying thrust that she gasped at; his size stretching her to quivering point as her muscles adapted. Oh god, it had been too long, she considered as he moved within her, curious of this position he hadn't expected them to take.
She was right though, he could push all the way in and coat his hardness with every inch of her wet heat; and he felt how he rubbed the fleshy mound inside her that brought her pleasure and even if he didn't; her whimpers told him she was enjoying it.
Tonight, he'd seen the most beautiful woman in the world cross the room he was lucky enough to be sitting in and now he was making love with her- giving himself to her- in a very intimate and yet basic; raw way that he couldn't quite get his head around.
"This shouldn't be this good," he heard her mutter as she fought her point; something he was also doing with a grimace as he thrust deep, deep within her and grasped her hips to lend friction some more.
"Oh god," he whispered as lights danced before his eyes and he felt his belly tighten as he sunk into her one last time, filling her to the hilt.
"Oh Tr-" She swallowed, his completion of her so tight and satisfying she felt like her throat was clogged with the size of him, not her body. She spasmed with her orgasm and clutched his shoulders to ground her.
He didn't want to move. He seriously did not want to move. Would she let him stay here the night? Or kick him out? Was he right about her using him? Was he one in a line of gigolo's? He doubted it. He kissed her forehead tenderly as they came-to.
"Your very sexy body is also very heavy," she informed him wryly and he nodded and rolled onto his back, laying his arm out to encompass her into his side.
She went about removing his used sheath with a tissue and gave him a smile before joining him; in her panties.
"Can I stay the night?" He asked, like a little boy might.
Gabriella lay down and rubbed his chest, figuring his epic night needed some follow-up.
"You better," she replied.