Chapter 14
Troy and Gabriella's lips remained glued to each other as their kisses became more fervent. Breaths were coming hard and fast through their noses and moans and sighs of desperate pleasure escaped their mouths. They could not get enough of each other's taste and texture.
Troy made it to the bedroom and he crunched over to allow Gabriella's back to hit the mattress while her arms remained clasped behind his neck. They were both kissing each other with arduous need, impatient, hungry. Troy moved over Gabriella and rested on one of his elbows while his other hand tunneled into her hair. Their mouths continued to devour each other as their tongues circled, retreated and circled again. They momentarily separated for gulps of air and when his lips met her again, he was planting kisses on her cheeks, her jaw and over her closed eyes. Gabriella returned by kissing the corners of Troy's mouth, over the light shadow of his stubble and then traced her tongue down the protruding tendon of his neck. She liked hearing his breath come unevenly.
Troy's skin was smooth and his shoulders taut. The muscles of his back shifted and bunched under her fingertips. Troy had now reached down with the hand that had been tangled in Gabriella's hair to unfasten the button on her jeans. He did so with ease and then tugged down the zipper. His hand then reached to cup her bottom and he lifted her up so that he could slide her jeans over hips and down her thighs. Her own feet did the work of pushing the denim fabric down her calves and off her body completely.
Gabriella's hands then moved to the front of Troy's waistband and began to work on the button which held them in place. Once the button was through the hole she felt for the zipper she discovered more buttons. She whined and rolled her eyes. Troy pushed himself off of her to finish the task himself and slid his jeans down his legs and kicked them away. While he did this, his eyes, burning with dark, brooding desire, did not leave Gabriella's. She was clearly enjoying watching him undress. Her gaze left his briefly to move down his perfect torso again and landed on his straining erection, visible though his boxer briefs. She smirked and motioned with her finger to come back to her again. He lay down on the bed beside her and roughly pulled her on top of him. Only the tiny fabric of her lace thong and the thin cotton of his boxers separated them. She rolled her hips forward so that he could feel her wetness against his raging manhood. Troy gripped her hips and closed his eyes and moaned out "Fuck…Gabriella."
She continued to roll her pelvis into his, increasing the pressure as she did so. "What was that Troy?" she panted out between two heavy breaths.
"Fuck…fuck me Gabriella," he called out, barely able to put the words together. Hearing each other voice the other's name was sending them both over the edge.
Gabriella reached behind her back to unclasp her bra and as she did, she let the straps fall off her shoulders, holding the bra in place with the other hand to cover her breasts. Finally, the desire to have Troy's hands discover this part of her, allowed her to let the piece of lingerie fall away from her body. Seeing her breasts were free from this last confining item, Troy's fingertips traced their way from her rocking hips, up her flat stomach and circled the perimeter of her breasts before finally allowing the skin of his palms to grace the tips of her hardened nipples. Gabriella shut her eyes in ecstasy and her thighs tightened against his hips.
Troy leaned up so that he could take one breast in his mouth, his tongue rasping against the darkened skin of her areola. Holding himself up with the strength of his abdominal muscles, his hand still cupped her other breast, his fingers rolling her pebbled nipple between them. "Oh God," she gasped, pushing Troy back onto his back and covering his lips again with her own. She reached down and fingered the light elastic waistband of his boxers and pulled it away from his body. He lifted his hips so that she could slide them down and off. One last piece of material was preventing them from being completely naked with each other and Troy saw the end to this with haste by not so gently curling his fingers under her thong and forcing it down her legs. He smiled against her lips at the realization of how close they were to fully and finally succumbing to their lust and desire.
Gabriella whimpered out in aching need at the feeling of his hard shaft against her bare skin and drove her hips up into him. Troy reached down and cupped Gabriella's mound and allowed his finger to dip into her wetness. Her mouth formed an "O" shape at this intimate touch, the heat building in her belly. Suddenly there was two, then three fingers inside of her, probing and sliding. Gabriella's thrusting hips could not be contained as Troy's thumb remained on her clit, applying the perfect external pressure. His touch was so erotically pleasing, like nothing she had felt before. No man had been able to bring her to the brink as quickly as her body arched in pleasure. Troy continued pumping his fingers in and out, the tip of his middle finger finding and caressing the ridges of her g-spot. The wave of her orgasm started to come and it was hitting her hard. This was no prickly tingling but began deep inside and radiated outward, spinning and sparking until the whiteness filled her eyes and his fingers masterfully plundered her over the top. She screamed out and shuddered as the intensity ravaged her senses. As it began to lessen, Troy slowed his movements to draw out the feeling as long as possible. Gabriella's eyes dropped to half mast and her kiss swollen lips parted. "Oh…my…God. That was fucking unbelievable," she breathed dreamily, her complexion flushed.
Her hazy state only lasted for a moment as Gabriella was overcome with the intense need to feel Troy's length inside of her. Gabriella reached for his penis and allowed the wetness that had escaped the tip to coat her thumb she ran it over the head and down his shaft. Troy grunted at this first touch of her hands on his cock. She stared at Troy's beautiful manhood and then brought her attention back to his mouth. She lowered her head and started kissing him again with restless heat. Her tongue ran along the inside of his upper lip and his breathing hitched. He took her breast again and kneaded it while Gabriella stroked his penis with clever skill. Troy had been moving his groin in time with Gabriella's strokes but he suddenly reached down and grabbed her hand to stop her.
Gabriella realized he must have been getting close to orgasm and didn't want it to come to fruition outside of her. Troy had found the condoms in his bedside table and had torn open a package. All sense and sensibility of how this shouldn't be happening was far from Gabriella's mind and she gulped at the knowledge that she was probably about to experience the best sex of her life. It wasn't that she believed that Troy was going to be so good but more that had never been on fire like this before, never so needy for pleasure and, of course, her attraction to him was undeniable. Gabriella took the package from Troy and removed the condom. She looked at him lustily through the thickness of her lashes and her tongue ran along her swollen lower lip as she took the condom and rolled it over his thickness, her other hand cupping his balls.
Troy drank in her sexy features and couldn't believe that they had made it to this point. He had never been so fully aroused to his core. Every inch of his body and mind was absorbed in her beauty and sexuality. As he predicted, he was pure putty in her capable hands and he could barely comprehend the thought of what it would feel like to be inside of her. Again he covered her round full lips with his and kissed her. "I want you so fucking badly Gabriella," he mouthed over her lips.
"Then take me," she returned, nearly breathless and practically coming again with hearing him say those words. Troy split her thighs with his knee and positioned himself above her. His tip grazed her folds and he teased around her opening, allowing her wetness to coat him. His hardness would flick over her clit and she would tense pleasurably in response. He could have stayed like this for awhile, allowing his anticipation to build even more. Gabriella writhed in frustration,"Now!" she hissed.
"Gabriella," he said her name softly, "look at me and don't take your eyes off of me. I want to see you. I want to watch every feature on your incredibly gorgeous face." Gabriella slowly nodded that she would comply with his request. With that, Troy lifted his hips and slowly pushed into her. He measured his thrusts carefully so that he could savor each one to its fullest. He watched her eyes as he penetrated deeper. The centres of them darkened and widened; a perfect onyx stone set within the mocha brown of her irises. Once he was fully seated, he held himself still, their eyes completely engaged with each other's. He slowly began to move again and she met his movements. He thrust more deeply and she worked with him, rising to meet his strokes. Her fingers danced along the spine of his back, feeling the tightening of his muscles. She gripped him as she started to feel her orgasm mounting again, her breathing catching and betraying her pleasure.
Troy could feel his own crisis nearing as Gabriella's inner muscles worked their magic on him. He wanted to hold back as long as he was able, but felt the strain of denial across the taut muscles in his back and thighs. When Gabriella reached to touch his face, he knew he was crossing the point of no return. Her fingertips grazed his jaw and her swollen panting lips mouthed out to him that she was coming again. He ground into her harder and his quick and shallow strokes inside of her heated and contracting core plummeted them both into pure rapture. Troy's shudders took possession of his lean frame and her name spilled out of his mouth without reserve as he emptied himself inside the condom. The contractions of their orgasms slowed until they only felt the mild tingles of remaining pleasure. Troy lowered himself to his elbows so that his heaving chest met Gabriella's rising and falling breasts while he still bore his own weight. His bangs were matted in small clusters on his sweat glistened brow.
Gabriella's legs coiled around his body, holding him in place, willing him not to exit her. Troy leaned down and kissed her slowly and deeply, nudging her lips apart, tickling her tongue with his own. He breathed into her mouth, "Gabriella, you have absolutely fucking spoiled me."
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Gabriella had awoken first after they both fell into a brief blissful slumber. She had gently extricated herself from the bed and slipped on one of Troy's button up shirts. She stood at the window of his bedroom which overlooked the beach. She sighed deeply. Did she regret what they had just done? "No," she thought, "but what happens now?"
Troy had felt Gabriella's movement beside him and watched her as she tried to get out of bed without disturbing him. He smiled as his eyes dragged over her nude body, her sumptuous curves and lustrous skin causing his cock to stir again. His smile grew wider as she slid her arms down the sleeves of his shirt, as though it were the most natural thing for her to do, and lift up the body of the fabric to smell his scent. He allowed her to stand at the window for a moment undisturbed before quietly joining her. He wrapped his arms around her waist and buried his nose in her hair. "Hmmm, I like the smell of my shampoo ten times more in your hair than mine," he whispered in her ear.
Gabriella tilted her head back into Troy's chest and let out a sigh, a contented sigh but one that was laced with anxiety. Troy felt the unevenness in her breath and asked her, "What are you thinking, beautiful?" his thumbs drawing light circles on her stomach.
His words brought twinges of warmth, but Gabriella couldn't shake the idea that they were far too caring for a player like Troy. He was just basking in the afterglow. Who was she kidding? Hell, she was a player too. Her feelings right now were completely abnormal for someone who had traditionally treated sex so casually and selfishly. Gabriella was trying to face the fact that Troy Bolton had initiated the rumblings of change in her and she wasn't sure she could go back to the way things were between them. Problem was, she was positive the feelings she was experiencing were one-sided and that Troy had no intention of being with her after this one time. He had got what he wanted and would move on. It made her stomach churn to think of him openly flirting with other women and going home with them. "How could I have let this happen?" she thought with trepidation.
"I'm not sure what I'm thinking," Gabriella finally responded. During the silence while Gabriella contemplated her very non-committal answer, Troy was wrestling with his own demons. Even though his no strings attached sex life was almost like a pastime for him, conveniently compartmentalized from his serious life, he always knew in the back of his mind that he would eventually cross paths with "the woman." This back burner idea had now been thrust into his conscious and current thoughts. The amazing sex with her had only confirmed it further. He did not anticipate the wave of emotion that swept over him as she watched her come while he was deep inside of her, experiencing his own orgasm. Everything had been heightened to a new summit. He felt something foreign with Gabriella. It didn't have a name yet, like love or commitment, but it was something new. It didn't scare him at all. In fact, it was fresh and exhilarating and strangely comforting all wrapped into one package: Gabriella Montez. But what if he opened his heart just a little and decided to expose himself and say what was on his mind. He wasn't even sure what he would be communicating to her at this point. What if she remained steadfast in her belief that they could not be together because of their working relationship? She could shut him down and then he would have to face her on a near daily basis. She would have the knowledge that he felt something more for her that she had no interest in returning. It would be awkward. Could he just leap back into his old ways and forget the feelings he was having right now?
He wished he could just enjoy this moment but things had suddenly become very complicated between them. She wasn't just a one night stand who he thought could become something more and maybe he'd get her number and call her. She was his boss and she had been fighting his flirtations with a vengeance. He knew he couldn't not just say anything and see what happened. He had to deal with this. He decided to take a step of faith and see where it took him. Troy turned Gabriella around so that she was facing him and took a deep breath.
He took her chin in his fingers and tilted her face up so that she had to look him in the eye. When he asked her this question, he wanted to see her eyes. Words can say one thing but your eyes can betray what's really happening inside. "Are you having regrets, Gabriella?" he spoke.
Her eyes, soft and graceful, became slightly damp with tears and she managed to say, "Um…no. How could I regret something that was full of such passion and felt so perfect? What we just had was incredible. It's not a question of regret." Her voice sounded far off, but her eyes spoke volumes. He saw her tenderness and vulnerability and he saw something that he recognized. That was all he needed to proceed as best he could.
"Gabriella, I don't know how to say this…" he began, nervously. She started to look away from him, fearing that the big let down speech was coming. Pain shot through her gut. She had been so stupid to meet him, to come back here, to let him touch her. And yet, he had been so intensely connected with her during sex. Surely a guy like Troy, who seemingly shared her impersonal philosophy towards sex, didn't ask every woman to stare him in the eye while he drove into her. No one had ever asked her to do that before. It ripped to the very core of her soul to for them to watch each other climax like that. It was deep and intense. The battle was raging in her mind as to what to make of him.
"No, don't look away, please. I need to see your eyes." he continued. "Look, I've never done this before so don't be upset that it doesn't sound as good as one of your romantic novels," he chuckled mildly.
This caught her attention. Gabriella's breathing was becoming erratic again, fueled by the unknown of where Troy was going with this. She was expectant but fearful. He gripped Gabriella's shoulders lightly as he spoke these next few words. "I'm feeling a connection with you. I know I had it bad for you the moment you walked through the doors of The Oasis. I mean, the sex we just had was mind blowing. You are unbelievable, Gabriella."
Gabriella turned away from him, her heart sinking at the thought that he was just talking about their great sexual chemistry. She spoke harshly, "OK, so I'm a great fuck. That's good to know, Troy." She felt weak and small and so utterly disappointed.
"Hey, stop. Didn't I just tell you not to look away?" Troy said firmly and gently turning her back around in his arms. He could see her torment, even though he wasn't sure what it fully encompassed. This time he slipped his arms around her waist and rested his hands on her lower back so that he could maintain a better hold on her. "This isn't just about sex Gabriella."
"Isn't it? Isn't that what you were hoping for when you invited me for a run and back here to 'work'?" Gabriella said softly but with a twinge of bitterness. She was trying to prepare herself for the fact that the only reason he was finding this awkward and why he was making such a big deal of it was because she was his boss.
"No. Believe it or not, I did not have an agenda for today," Troy responded trying to load his words with integrity. "Once you were here though, I went with the energy that I felt was flowing naturally between us. Don't tell me you couldn't feel it."
"No, I won't deny it, Troy. I wanted you like I've never wanted someone before," Gabriella admitted, shocking even herself with her honesty. Again, her words would suggest that she was just meaning sex, but her eyes were telling him that there were shreds of some other feeling lurking beneath the surface.
Troy removed one hand from her lower back and slid it up under his shirt to the nape of her neck and pulled her a little closer to him. Gabriella's skin tingled and warmed under his hands and her eyes fluttered a little at this act of affection.
"So, here it is. I'm feeling something with you that I haven't experienced before and it started shortly after we met, after I found out you were my boss," Troy started to explain. Gabriella's heart began pounding a little faster and she felt slightly flush. Troy could feel her trembling beneath his hands but he took this as a good sign. "I know I've got the stigma of being a one-nighter guy but I was always open to something more. The opportunity just never presented itself before…until now." A small smile tugged at the corners of his mouth and he leaned forward to rest his forehead on hers. "I don't know how to put a label on it Gabriella, but I like what I'm feeling. That's all I know."
Gabriella could not hold back the smile that was threatening to explode across her face. Her eyes slightly misty, she said back to him, "I like what I'm feeling too."