Just a warning, this chapter contains a graphic ish sex scene, if you don't like the idea then please don't read! You could say I'm a sex scene virgin so please be gentle with me LOL… Seriously this is my first ever sex scene so I'm not sure how well I've done with it…And one last thing, the beginning of the chapter is back in the present day, after Troy runs away from Gabriella in labor, it then goes into another flashback. Enjoy and please let me know if you like it…Love Tink.
As Troy rode in the elevator that was carrying him out of Gabriella's life, memories buzzed around in his head like bees, each with their own particular sting. Bracing himself against the wall, he hung his head, fighting against the feelings trying to surface as he remembered their first kiss and what that had lead to. Just thinking about it caused his body to tighten painfully. He didn't want to remember how they had spent that day together, how they had flirted and smiled. He hated to remember how he had found any excuse to touch her, tickle her, just to feel her next to him. He despised the fact that if he concentrated, he could clearly recall how she tasted and the noises she made when he kissed her. What he hated most of all was the fact he didn't even have to close his eyes to remember how they ended up having sex for the first time……..
Troy pushed open the front door of his apartment and turned to look at Gabriella who grinned cheekily and put a finger up to her lips.
"Sssh!" she giggled, feeling the effects of three cocktails.
Troy showed her a lopsided grin, Gabriella rarely drank and the drinks she'd consumed were enough to make her a little tipsy, not drunk, just lucid. He could tell from the way she danced with him, the way she'd held his gaze for longer than normal, the way she added a little sway of her hips when she walked.
He knew she wanted him, he could see it in her beautifully expressive eyes and that suited him great, because he wanted her too, probably more so. It didn't seem important that she was his best friend, he wanted her with every fiber of his being and little detail like lifelong friendship was not going to stop him. She looked so beautiful and sexy in a burlesque way, in her 50's style, black and white polka dot halter dress, which was cut low in the front and very low in the back. Several times in the evening she had bent over him, allowing him an eyeful of her breasts, making him hard instantly. He knew she was playing a game with him, watching his reactions trying to see if he wanted her.
"Gab, you can't go home in your condition, do you wanna crash here?" he asked looking down into her wide brown eyes, concern on his face.
In her slightly inebriated state Gabriella was aware of what Troy was saying but all she could think about was kissing him again, touching him. She'd tried all day to entice him to repeat their kiss but he hadn't even made an attempt to hold her. Gabriella was worried she had made a mistake and he didn't want this, maybe she should cut her losses and go home. She frowned comically and studied Troy's innocent expression, was he really just offering her a room to crash in? It seemed so.
Pouting slightly, she nodded coolly
"Sure…well I am going to turn in" she said pausing, offering him the chance to say something.
He nodded with a smile, "Yeah me too…well night"
"Yeah night" she said and turned away, striding down the hall, angry tears burning in her eyes at his rejection, feeling suddenly sober, muttering to herself.
"Who wants a night of hot sex anyway?" she said bitterly, reaching for the door handle.
Suddenly she felt a set of strong arms snake around her waist before spinning her to face him.
"I do" Troy said and with a muffled groan, claimed her mouth with his own, pushing her back against the wall, pulling her leg upward so that it was encircling his hips and then he thrust himself against her.
A moan slid from between her parted lips as she felt the insistent pressing of his erection through his jeans and her fingers tangled in his cool silky hair. She made soft sounds in her throat as he wooed her mouth with the slow movement of his mouth against hers, his tongue dueling with hers, until they were both breathing raggedly, passion over taking them, as they lost themselves in the storm of their kiss.
Troy held her tightly to him as he struggled for some semblance of control over the raging need in his body, he didn't want to screw this up. He wanted to go slow, make this memorable for both of them, make this about more than one night of drunken sex.
Tearing his mouth from hers he stroked a hand through Gabriella's curls and fought to catch his breath, against the sudden well of affection inside him. Gabriella watched him with uncertain brown eyes, wondering if this was the right thing to do, wondering what had changed between them to make her need him, need this, so badly. With a tenderness he shouldn't be feeling, his hands came up to frame her face as he looked at her mouth, still wet from his kisses, before lowering his lips to hers. When her hot tongue touched his, his arms tightened around her and slid under the voluminous skirt of her dress, to palm her bottom, stroking, caressing the soft globes, making her squirm.
Gabriella sighed into his mouth and wrapped her arms about his neck, trying to get closer and closer to his body, arching herself into him, trembling with reaction as his hands slid back up her body to the tiny buttons on the back of her dress.
His hands shifted and within seconds the dress lay pooled at her feet leaving her bare to his eyes, wearing nothing but tiny white lace panties. Troy studied her intently committing her sweet curves to memory. She was stunningly gorgeous with her tousled chocolate curls falling over her shoulders to hide her nipples, her smooth flat stomach and long slender legs.
"Christ Gabi" he groaned, his hands coming up to stroke her bare breasts, brushing aside the curls, which tickled his fingers, teasing her puckered nipples in his fingers, until she moved restlessly against him.
Gabriella felt her knees tremble as shooting stars spread inside her stomach and between her thighs. Her fingers tightened in his hair holding him to her, as he bent over her body and opened his mouth over her nipple, his rough tongue sending floods of pleasure crashing through her. She moved herself against him experimentally, her hips rubbing against his, the denim of his jeans causing a delicious friction and they moaned in unison. This was so much better than Gabriella could have ever imagined; she couldn't believe she was doing this with Troy, her best friend. It just suddenly seemed so right that Gabriella felt like she could die if he didn't make love to her properly.
He pulled her away from the wall and fastened his mouth back on hers, his hands cupping hips. Applying a little pressure he began to walk backwards with her towards his room, through the open door. Gabriella only came to a stop when the back of her knees encountered something solid, the bed.
"You…clothes… off" she managed to pant, her mouth still connected to his.
Troy hid a smile; his normally articulate Gabriella was reduced to a gibbering wreck by the power of her desire for him, because she wanted this, because she wanted him. It made Troy feel a little humbled and he felt a surge of love so strong that it nearly buckled his knees. Of course he loved her, he thought his mind racing, she was his best friend, it was natural to feel affection right? It didn't mean anything more right? Right now, he felt as though the only thing that mattered was getting as close to Gabriella as possible and loosing himself in her sultry heat, until he was mindless with pleasure, boneless with exhaustion.
He moved his hands from her hips to her breasts and skimmed over her curves, bringing forth another sigh from Gabriella.
She shivered as he squeezed her delicately and then bent his head, taking her velvet smooth skin into his mouth, sucking, licking, loving. Gabriella arched her back, tilted her head back and let her eyes drift close, as she savored the sensations Troy's wonderful mouth was causing.
Reaching out blindly, she grasped his shirt and began working on the buttons one by one, until they were finally open to reveal Troy's smooth, tanned, muscular, chest to her. Moaning she tugged his shirt free from his jeans, then pushed it down his arms, her hands following it's path, allowing her to feel the bunch and press of his muscles as he moved. His body was amazing, all athletic energy and sinew, golden and slick. Turing her attention to his jeans she reached for the button as Troy kissed her throat, her neck and then her lips again. Hurriedly she pushed them down his legs and watched as he stepped out of them.
Suddenly sober, she gulped, as he stood there naked. She had never seen anything so beautiful and even though she had seen him in his undies lots of times, it didn't compare to a naked and aroused Troy.
"Wanna change your mind?" he asked hoarsely, misreading the expression on her face. Worried she looked up at him, did he?
"Do you?" she asked, nervously biting the lips he had kissed only moments before.
"Fuck no, C'mere" he said, with a tenderness she didn't know he possessed and crooked a finger at her.
Gabriella closed the tiny gap between them and they groaned as her naked breasts grazed his hot, smooth, bare chest for the first time.
He captured her mouth with his and with just the tiniest push, she found herself being lowered to the bed, with Troy following her down. His lips opened and his tongue touched hers, hot, wet and deep as she clung to him, his body coming down over hers.
When Troy moved his hips against her, fire splintered like lightening inside her and she cried out arching herself against him. He slid his hand between their bodies and skimmed the gossamer soft panties down her thighs, before sliding his hands back up.
Troy fitted his palm over the dark curls between her legs and slowly eased a long finger inside her, testing her response, moving his hand against the bud of her pleasure. Gabriella gasped and cried out, as he sped up the movement of his fingers, making her hotter, wetter, than she'd ever been. Her hands clutched at his back and shoulders as she panted his name over and over, his mouth tormenting her neck and breast as his hands tormented her softness.
Desperate to touch him and make him feel how she did, Gabriella slid her hand down his chest to his erection and stroked the thick length of his hot shaft. He was like steel wrapped in velvet as she moved her hand slowly but firmly, enjoying his shudders.
"Oh Fuck, Gabi" he groaned from between clenched teeth, as she continued to drive him crazy.
He looked down at her in his arms and their eyes met and held for a long moment, their hands and fingers going still. They knew that after this nothing would be the same, there would be no going back. With a slow smile that melted Gabriella's heart, Troy took her hands in his and interlaced their fingers in a gesture as intimate as a kiss. When he could lace himself no closer to her, her stretched out his arms and laid his hands on the pillow next to her head. She turned her head slightly and stared at their joined hands, joined, as their bodies soon would be.
"Okay?"
"Okay" she replied with a tremulous smile of her own, her heart felt full to bursting.
Gently he took her mouth with his own and as his tongue slipped softly between her lips, Troy pushed himself into her, inch by sensuous inch, savoring the feeling of their bodies joining. Gabriella felt full and stretched in a wonderful way as Troy pressed into her, filling her until he could not further. They gasped together when he was finally buried deep inside her, their mouths mating as their bodies wanted too.
Gabriella cried out in exquisite pleasure as Troy began to withdraw from her, only to pump back inside her slowly, slowly at first, all the way out and then all the way back inside her again. Troy was teasing her, driving her mad, slowly moving in her, then getting faster and faster.
Troy drove into her softness, rocking her with the force of his passion, driving into her again and again, while she chanted his name, tiny convulsions overwhelming her body. Gabriella could feel her climax building inside of her, her whole body shaking, her heart pounding, her blood roaring in her ears.
Troy's mouth was sending her over the edge, on her neck, her breasts and kissing her, as she arched into him and he surged into her, their hands still entwined.
Gabriella cried out, her whole body bowing as she came with long shuddering cries. That was all it took, he covered her completely, buried his face in her hair and gave himself over to the demands of his body. Gabriella cried out and thrust against him, feeling Troy move inside her for only a few seconds longer, as he too surrendered to his orgasm and lost himself in her, collapsing on her, their bodies, hands, mouths still joined, as were their hearts and unknown to them the rest of their lives.