A/N: Ok, so I worked EXTRMELY hard on this chapter, so I hope it shows. And I know it's longer, but I couldn't find anything to take out or to stop. This is your warning now. I said this in the beginning of the story, but I'm going to enforce it. From this point on, this story is going to get a lot more graphic. Hopefully most of you don't mind, but I'm just warning you. There's a reason it's rated M. But anyways, thanks for your reviews! I hope you guys liked this chapter, because I really wanted to put all I had in this. Hopefully you'll like it. Thank you to everyone! :P You guys are amazing!
If Gabriella hadn't dragged him kicking and screaming to this, there was no way he'd be here right now.
Troy felt a rush of artificial heat explode onto his bronze skin as he stepped in sync with the woman next to him into the large theater. The washed jeans covered his muscular legs and he gently pulled off the black hooded sweatshirt to reveal a soft olive colored t-shirt layered above a loose white one. The cyan eyes painfully scanned the glowing gold lights of the advertisements before they landed on the four people standing off in the corner. A hard glare coursed Troy's face as he narrowed his eyes on the tall boy with his arm lazily draped over Taylor's broad shoulders like she was his property. That should be his best friend.
"Ok, we came, I'm leaving." Troy spun on the heels of his converse shoes before another gentle hand shot out to grab his bare arm before he could attempt to walk towards the glass double doors.
"Troy," Gabriella scolded before his hopeful face dropped into a pout. His cerulean blue eyes glanced sideways to take in the way her powdered sky blue beaded halter made her calling skin so much tanner and more desirable. She had a cream cardigan covering the tops of her shoulders and was wearing a set of dark washed jeans that curved to her hips in a model way that Troy could barely resist. The cascading waves crinkled all the way down her body, tossing a little as she removed the black pea coat from her shoulders. "Please. It's two hours…"
"Gabi, I can't sit there and watch this while Chad probably has his ass on Zeke's couch holding the phone for my 'report' or whatever." Troy put finger quotes around the word. "Plus the guy looks like a total prick." He noted while glancing his head back to see that all four of them were staring at the two blocking the entrance to the front of the theater. Surrounding moviegoers glared at them angrily, but Troy could really care less right now.
"Just think of this as doing it for him alright?" She cooed before taking a tiny step forward and letting her facial expression fall into an innocent beg. Oh no, he was pretty sure he couldn't resist this.
An aggravated sigh left his parted lips before letting his head shake in annoyance. "You owe me big time Montez."
Gabriella's appealing smile almost made Troy grab her right there. "We've already discussed this. We'll figure something out."
He let his head fall in a small nod before they both turned and began to make their journey through the entrance of the theater and to where the four of them were. Ryan looked like he had a genuinely happy experience, in a white button up and kaki pants. Kelsi was in a knee length stripped skirt and matching blouse, staring longingly at her date, which it didn't look like Ryan believed it was a date. Troy remembered Gabriella saying that she asked him to come with to keep Kelsi company, but he knew that Ryan was extremely oblivious to the fact that Kelsi liked him. Taylor and Matt were giggling with each other, heightening the burning feeling of regurgitation in Troy's esophagus. Chad was a million times better.
"Hey Gabriella!" She greeted excitedly with her eager eyes. Gabriella grinned brightly back, Troy suddenly admiring her for being able to lie through her teeth. He was getting the feeling that maybe she was too good at that. "Err… hey Troy." Taylor eyed him up suspiciously. Matt smiled a too perfect and happy smile for Troy's liking, making his desire to rip it off his face and stomp it on the floor strong. Taylor's bright head turned to the side as she placed her hand up and opened her mouth to shield herself from the basketball captain. "I thought you were gonna ask Bobby."
"I heard that." Troy mumbled before Taylor just shrugged it off like it was no big deal. They were close friends, Taylor being his closest girl friend, besides Gabriella of course. But he knew that she was smart. Chad and Troy had been inseparable for so long, and their constant bickering was making Troy have to stand behind Chad no matter what. So he really had no hard feelings about her comment.
"Yeah, well, you guys decided that. Not me." Gabriella loosely shrugged back before letting her sparkling eyes look back up at Troy's annoyed ones. "Plus Troy was just begging me to let him come!" She commented sarcastically that could have passed off as real, though Troy glared evilly at her.
"Well, we're glad you're here Troy." Matt sucked up as Troy's dark eyebrows rose in a horrid amusement before he felt a prick of a hard object against his strong calf. A sharp pain initiated through his leg as his smooth face cringed. His eyes shot to the side to see that Gabriella's head hadn't moved, even though her foot was the culprit of his pain. Damn her for making him play nice.
"Should we head in? We don't want to be late." Ryan pointed to the large black and white clock on the wall. The rest of them agreed and began to make their long voyage through the lobby to the dark black theaters with ruby velvet painting the walls. Their walk held an awkward silence, no one knowing what to say with Matt there.
"So… the review online said this movie is pretty good." Taylor attempted to break the heavy air. Troy's hand gently brushed up against Gabriella's accidentally, causing her to turn and gaze up at him with a small flirtatious smile on her face. Troy beamed down at her, resisting the burning temptation to lace their fingers as they walked. Not a boyfriend Bolton. You're just a bed buddy.
A sudden sparked idea coursed Troy's mind. "Hey Tay…" he began to comment before they stopped before a jet black door with a twisted picture of a fictional serial killer plastered on the wall as the advertisement. "Remember when we went to the movies together that one time while we were dating?" He attempted to scare Matt off, but found just a curious look grazed his face.
"You two dated?" His voice wasn't angry at all, just surprised. It was extremely surprising that the two did date freshman year. It surprised him too, since the whole reason he did date her was just walking in the door to the shadowed theater with her rippling waves of black locks flipping to look at him. That could all be blamed on Gabriella.
"Hardly." Taylor spit out before reaching for Matt's large hand, almost as though to spite Troy. The shining blue eyes rolled annoyingly. That should be Chad's hand. Tingles exploded in his hand for a moment as he realized that Gabriella's smooth fingers brushed against his in an attempt to make him grab them.
After making it through the front part of the theater and up the aisle towards the back couple rows, Troy found himself sitting in a blood red colored chair with the dim lighting causing sensual shadows on Gabriella's perfect face. He was on the end, with her sitting next to Taylor, Matt on the other side, then Kelsi and Ryan on the opposite side of that. "You're gonna get scared." Troy taunted playfully and Gabriella giggled sweetly in response.
"No, I'll be fine. I'll just look at your face and start laughing." She jabbed and Troy's hard jaw dropped to the floor in a playful hurt.
"God… you pick on me too much." He complained before crossing his arms and feeling white hot sparks as Gabriella's soft hand rested on his shoulder.
"That's cuz you're easy to pick on." She responded just as the lights began to head towards blackness and the screen lit up with life.
Troy and Gabriella glanced at each other with tight mouths that threatened to unleash a series of giggles. But then they turned to the screen to see flashing images of a deranged maniac running around with a giant chainsaw over his head while other people were screaming. Taylor whispered something to Matt who laughed and gently wrapped a muscular limb around her shoulder. Another sabotage idea popped into Troy's head like a newly planted flower before he leaned forward. "You know who loves power tool movies? Chad."
Taylor's orbs sized immensely for a moment, before narrowing in a snakelike irritation. "Well great for him."
Troy sighed defeated before he leaned back into the comfortable movie chair and stared blankly at screen. "Maybe don't be as… obvious." Gabriella suggested.
He smiled weakly. "I don't care. She can hate me as long as Chad gets her."
His eyes glanced over to see that Kelsi and Ryan were giggling about something, though Kelsi looked extremely tense and he couldn't tell if it was from the fact that this would be a blood gushing movie, or just being with Ryan. Hopefully it was the first, and Troy couldn't help but wish that she might get scared. Ryan might get some action then.
An hour into the movie, Troy found himself cringing at the sight of the killer's hand holding up a rippled heart from his last victim with blood oozing down the sides. Gabriella gasped beside him fearfully as Troy's arm that was wrapped lazily around the back of her seat twitched a little. His immediate reflex was to pull her closer to him to protect her, but that was a boyfriend's job. For the hundredth time, he was not her boyfriend. He was her friend. "Eww, eww!" Her squeaky voice moaned before Troy watched her bright eyes shut and her head turn towards him, shoving the hard forehead against his muscular shoulder.
He turned away happily to see that Kelsi was shaking slightly, crouching towards Ryan who looked nervous. Taylor's entire body was practically lying in Matt's lap. The fact that the main characters were in a disturbing haunted hospital right now wasn't helping with the horrific images on the screen. Troy watched disgustedly as a mutated nurse jumped out from behind a medical table, making Gabriella's entire body leap in fright.
"How can you watch this?" Gabriella questioned slightly trembling as Troy's face winced again as the nurse attempted to take a stab at the protagonist with a scalpel.
The twisted woman reached into a drawer as the main character pounded on the door desperately. "It's just fun watching you squi…"
Troy never finished his sentence. His bronze skin became ghost white as the nurse ripped out a small, shining object with a vial connected to it. The blood rushed quickly through his ears as his stomach was torn from his body. The movie theater closed in around him as the entrance of his old house then shielded his vision…
"Mom! Mom we won!" Troy danced happily through the house. He tossed his bag carelessly against the pealing wall paper. Joy rippled through Troy's veins as he rushed further into the house to let her know the JV basketball team won their first game. Being the only freshman on JV Wildcats' basketball team was enough to make any fourteen year old ecstatic. But starting also? That made Troy's confidence soar through the roof. "Mom, where are you?"
He knew she had to work earlier that day, but thought she was supposed to be home two hours ago. The team went out to pizza to celebrate immediately after the game, though Troy could still feel the ecstasy of the high from playing an incredible game. The thought that maybe she was with her new boyfriend, Charlie, crossed his mind. Troy shrugged at the thought, not really sure what to think of the guy yet, but he seemed like a nice person.
Troy excitedly slipped off his shoes, letting his covered socked stick to the light tan dirty carpet. It was surprising how Troy was practically on top of the school, but for someone whose father didn't pay child support, yet he managed to make millions, Troy and his mother weren't wealthy at all. In fact, they could be considered lower class.
But then he heard it. A sharp, ear shilling yelp come from the corner where a small narrow hallway led to the two bedrooms. "Just hold still ok? It will only prick and I don't want to miss it. Tighten the band a bit." A voice soothed sickly ordered from what sounded like his mother's bedroom.
Troy's eyebrows frowned in confusion. He slowly stepped towards the dark hall of death. What was going on? The door was ajar with the midnight room showing no movement. He crept through before gently placing his fingertips on the beat up wooden door and pushed gently.
It was a mistake to do. The small light that crept through made sickly shadows on the bed. Troy watched horrified as the pale hand squeezed his mother's bronze arm. A then bright silver shine blinded Troy before he watched the sharp sinful pointed needle disappear beneath the blue sponge of her spider veins. A rush of panic swept through Troy's nerves as a hot stream of stomach acid boiled through his throat. His mother's normally tired features cringed in a blissful pain as Charlie's expert hand pushed the vial so the amber poison disappeared into the light blue blood stream.
It was too much for him to handle. He immediately bolted from the spot and the door and dashed towards the tiny bathroom that was hardly enough room to hold one person. His soft white sweatpants slid on the broken down tile, just before the sick produced from his throat into the dirty grey porcelain tub. Scorching tears showered down the side of his tan face. He gasped for breath, the most vital organ in his body shattered beneath his chest, slamming his eyes violently shut to attempt to kill the image. The first image of his mother ever using. The image that would haunt him forever.
The draped blood red velvet on the walls of the theater closed around Troy. A flash of his now shining ghost white eyes illuminated the pitch black room. His skin crawled with bugs of his hideous past. Sitting was not an option right now, for he could feel the slimy contents of his stomach making its way through his throat. Not even bothering to mention anything to Gabriella, his muscular body bolted from the seat he was in and dashed down the aisle, everything around him a blur as he rushed towards the entrance.
The rest was a blackout. He couldn't remember running to the bathroom. He couldn't remember ripping the door open and letting the vomit erupt into the clean toilet. He couldn't remember falling to his knees in pants before he did it again. He didn't remember anything until he found himself standing outside the brightly lit bathroom, panting heavily and his hard back pushed up against the cold wall. His bright eyes were welded shut, trying to murder the memory of the first him his mother used heroine. But it wasn't going anywhere.
After a few more lung shriveling gasps, his entire body exploded in panic as he heard four little useless letters put together to spell out a useless name. "Troy!" His eyes ripped open to see that a guardian angel was striding towards him. Her body wasn't coming quick enough to him as the bright lights of the advertisements made the powdered blue on her body ardently glow with each curve. Troy gripped the wall before Gabriella's arms flung around him in desperation to make sure he was ok. "What happened?" She questioned as Troy's head dug into the crease of her neck, attempting to pull every drop of the poisonous heroin that would forever be welded into his blood stream out, even if he never placed a trickle in.
The vanilla aroma was intoxicating as he inhaled, attempting to draw out the trembles that couldn't be stopped. He embraced her with such a longing to pull her holiness, her perfection, her antidote in his poisoned body. The crawling skin burst into an electrifying heat that overpowered his muscles. The vibrating hands gripped her sides desperately, so much emotion overwhelming him that he was certain he would pass out at any moment. "Get me outta here…" Troy desperately whispered in her ear. His begs were surfacing with a need that was so powerful it could have filled the entire sky. "Gabi… please…"
The desperation in his voice was enough for Gabriella's body to completely turn into over drive. She pulled away from his grasp, Troy suddenly shivering from the heat that was not demolished. A determination wisped over her body and her narrow fingers reached for his bulging pocket, gripping his keys. "I'll drive you back to my house. Just stay here, I'm gonna tell Taylor you got sick from a burger you ate before you got here."
If he wasn't shattering inside, he would have questioned how stupid that sounded. But it didn't matter. Gabriella's slender body sprinted away from him, Troy was pretty sure that she hadn't even run that quickly for her state track meet. But it didn't matter, the time bomb in his chest was ticking before he would explode, and Gabriella seemed to be the only one with the code to stop it.
"Hey Beth." Gabriella's desperate and shaking voice greeted in the completely black living room. The only light being produced was the bluish glow of the TV that made everything else turn mystified. She could feel the air thicken with every second that ticked and the small girl with bright sunshine blonde hair stood up slowly from her position of being draped across the couch. The burning pain was so powerful Gabriella could almost feel it seep through his skin behind her and poison her with his own terror.
"I thought you weren't coming home until later." The thirteen year old babysitter commented almost sadly, probably because she just wanted more money. Gabriella's head whipped around fearfully to make sure the body behind her was still breathing.
She had never seen him like this. Sure, he had been upset before, but this was terrifying. There was no color evident in his eyes, which almost gave Gabriella the impression there wasn't an inch of hope on the hairs of his skin. The normally Hawaii model tan face was purely the color of the snow outside. His entire muscular figure was vibrating as he leaned his head up against the wall to stable himself. She was trying to move as fast as she could, but the next door neighbor who agreed to baby-sit for them wasn't in the same fast state of mine.
"Yeah, well, we didn't really like the movie." Gabriella responded hurriedly. "But uh… thanks for doing this… My mom set out the money here…" Her long fingers dashed for the dirty money left on the coffee table. She didn't even care if the girl didn't watch for that long, she was going to give her all of it. "So yeah thank you."
Beth's confused features scrunched, but Gabriella was only paying attention to the fact that she thought she heard a pained moan erupt from behind her. "Er… thanks… I guess… um… I'll just walk home then."
"Ok!" Gabriella jumped and almost pushed Beth through the hallway. "Thank you again, see ya soon." She left before shooting her toned arm out and gripping the icy hand that felt like it was one of a corpse. Not even waiting to see if Beth made it out the doorway, Gabriella was urgently pulling Troy up the stairs.
The hallway was completely black, but finally after some shuffling of her feet, she grabbed the hard metal handle and flung the door open, forgetting that her sister was sound asleep a few doors down. She whipped him inside and let the door shut violently behind. Her body pulled a full one-eighty, finally taking in the broken figure that was standing in the middle of her somber black room for the first time.
A small shadow cast a grey glow on Troy's built, yet shattered figure. His pale face accented through the blackness, giving her the impression of a vampire who hadn't seen sunlight in thousands of years. He was trembling fearfully, the white moonlights of his eyes glowing in a hideous way compared to the normally electrifying blue. Without hesitation, Gabriella bounded towards him and gently led his strong shoulders until he lowered himself on her bed. The headlights wouldn't look at her, only over her shoulder. "Troy?"
A blink of his heavy eyelids and they connected in a spark on her deep coffee brown ones. Gabriella's stomach back flipped as his course hand gently reached up with a tremble and rested on her upper arm. "I'm such a pussy… I can't even go to a fucking movie without getting a fucking flashback."
Gabriella bit her puffy bottom lip and forcefully shook her head before carefully squatting down so she was no longer looking down upon him. "No… no Troy you're not…" She tenderly reached her own smooth hand up and lovingly caressed her thumb against his temple, brushing aside the silk chestnut bangs. Troy blissfully leaned into the touch; as though he was trying to cleanse his soul with hers. "What do you need? I can get you water, or something to eat…"
She knew exactly what he needed, but didn't want to come off as a slut who took advantage of him in this broken state. The chalky eyes shot to her passionately before leaning his forehead against hers, sending shockwaves through her body. "I need you… please." His husky voice begged.
That was all it took. Gabriella's now tingling lips wasted no time to smash against his frozen ones. Her arms harshly flew around his tough neck, causing both bodies to bounce on the comforts of her bed. Troy scooted backwards, immediately ripping her lips open to force his moist tongue into her soft mouth. Fury coursed through her body at the feeling of Troy's strong arms clinging to her sides as though he would be shot in the head if he didn't. Each slender leg slipped down his torso until she straddled him from above.
Troy's body went into a reflexive overdrive, causing Gabriella's stomach to summersault as his powerful figure flipped her unexpectedly so she was now on her back. He hovered over her in a dominant, sexual way that caused a heated pulse in her core. She felt a sharp poke against the leg of her dark washed jeans, making her curious about what was beneath. Gabriella's hands furiously gripped the bottom of his olive tree green shirt, tugging it upwards along with his clinging white undershirt. Troy understood her motives as he lifted his midsection up to help her. In a moment their dancing lips parted, but then captured each other again in a lustful kiss.
Their tongues battled in a war of dominance while Troy's calloused hand ventured beneath the ripples of her snow blue cami. With his other hand, he pealed off the cardigan from her shoulders and tossed it off to where his shirt was discarded as well. Gabriella's own fingers ran down the crevices of his pectorals and abs, grazing his circular nipples, producing a pleasurable moan from his lips that was muffled in the depths of Gabriella's mouth. Troy's lips then parted hers, moving down a familiar trail past her rounded jaw to the crook of her soft neck. Her body pushed roughly up to him with her head being thrown back blissfully at the same moment of her eyes slamming shut. Troy's body responded by grinding his bare skin against hers, focusing on putting the pressure on the organ that was calling for him.
"Troy…Troy…I…" Gabriella's voice was torn from her body the moment she felt Troy's calluses slither beneath her bra. Her mouth formed an "o" in erotic pleasure as his thumb began to circle around the pegged shape. She suddenly craved his lips in that area, so in response she removes her hands from his frigid chest to begin to pull the tank top over her head.
With some help, she managed to discard it, before Troy's emotionless eyes pierced down onto the valleys of her chest that were covered by a bubble gum pink bra. Gabriella's breathing was uneven, along with his, and he didn't help the matter while his head plunged down to violently suck on the cleavage the bra produced. "Gabriella… fuck you're not supposed to taste like this…" His tongue escaped from its cage and trailed a line of fire over her mounds.
Gabriella understood what he was talking about. In previous conversations, he had revealed to her the secret of the fact that every other girl he had fooled around with or actually had sex with, it pained to be with. A sudden fear developed beneath the desire in Gabriella's stomach. What if she didn't make him feel good? What if she hurt him? There was only one way to find out.
"That's it Troy…" She coached in a hitched tone before letting her smooth hand slip lower from the spot where she was playing with his strong six pack. Hesitantly at first, it dropped down to the front of his jeans, trailing fireballs with her before finding the gold mine. Gabriella's fingers tenderly skimmed the top of the bulge, her body jumping from delight as Troy's practically flew from the top of hers, producing an lascivious moan following a shudder in pure pleasure.
"Holy… holy fuck…" Troy's eyes were slammed shut as his tense body almost collapsed on hers. The ice skin that stuck to Gabriella's warm bare stomach increase heat by thirty degrees, along with the metamorphosis of his eyes that dawned in an exhilarating cerulean blue. That was the answer to calming him. Jackpot. "Shit… God Gabi…holy…"
"How does it feel?" Her sexuality shooting through the roof of the purple room as Troy panted and grunted erotically in response.
"Do it again," he begged before nipping at her soft earlobe, sending shivers across her bare chest. Obeying to his command, Gabriella fingered the bulge again. Troy responded with another shiver and pleasurable groan. "Shit… shit… again… do it again."
The begs turned to pleads and before Gabriella knew it, she had returned to her position above him. Her hands were shaking as their tongues darted in and out of each other. Troy was now only wearing a pair of white and green stripped boxers, and if Gabriella wasn't so concerned about saving Troy, she would have laughed at how he matched with his shirt. Slowly now, not as feverishly as before, yet Troy was yearning for fever, she carefully slipped two fingers down the sides of his hips, pulling the cotton down with them.
As her head returned, she took it in fully. There was Troy Bolton. All of the famous Troy Bolton lying completely nude with his now slightly damp chest heaving up and down on her bed. His manhood stood fully hard and erect, casting a shadow on his skin that turned back to bronze at Gabriella's touches. Nerves of intimidation settled in her stomach, not helping that the only sounds traceable in the room wear Troy's grunts and slight groans that now turned painful. "Gabi… fuck I'm dying…" His head threw back in pure torture as fear settled in her heated blood stream. She wasn't the one to help him.
After all this time, she thought that maybe she would be the one that wouldn't hurt him, but now, with Troy writhing painfully beneath her straddling jeans, it was obvious. She couldn't take his pain away, she was only hurting him. "I'm sorry Troy… God I'm sorry… I hurt you… oh God…" Hot acidic tears burned in the back of her now red orbs. She failed him.
But Troy's sparkling blue eyes shot open just as Gabriella was about to dismount him. "Gabriella no!" he almost screamed before shooting his trembling hands and gripping her wrists tightly. Her own teary eyes grew to the size of moons as Troy's head shook violently. "You'll… you'll kill me if you stop…" His voice was husky, yet shaking, making a surge of desire shoot through the center of her legs again.
"I'm sorry." She whispered, but her heart beat with passion beneath her chest. There was a chance. A chance now that maybe she could do this. Troy then did the sexiest thing a guy had ever done. His leaned upwards, letting his erection graze against the line between her bare stomach and her tight jeans, causing an explosion of fireworks beneath her burning skin. Friskily, his tongue reached out and sent her to the stars by streaming his wet tongue against her salty hands, sending her entire body into a desirable bliss. He then guided her hands to his fullness biting his lip and slamming his eyes shut before letting go.
She gingerly reached out and taking a deep breath, knowing that it was now or never. Her long fingers tenderly wrapped around his length, her face cringing from the result. Troy's face tightened and cringed as his large hands gripped the violet comforter, and then a ripple of an erotic sigh escaped his mouth. "Gabriella…" He moaned, a relieved smile stretched across her face. Yes.
"Troy." Gabriella returned his name before gently running her hands down the smooth sides of his shaft. Gently, she pressed a series of fiery kisses down his now clammy chest, listening to the moans, grunts, and her name being bounced around in the silence of the room. Troy's body was almost giving off a white steam, giving Gabriella the impression that every single problem was being scared from his system.
"Fuck… that's good Gabi… so good…" The echoing voice cut through the air like a sharp knife. It was almost as erotic just to watch the ecstasy filling his face as actually kissing him. The way his small nose scrunched and his parted mouth fell in an "o" shape. The speed of her magical fingers increased, Troy's body beginning to tense. "I'm not… not… oh fuck… I can't… shit…last long."
Gabriella watched the arousing image of Troy's fists grip her bedspread desperately. A short twitch and all at once she heard a sharp yell of her name, before he tensed and it almost seemed as though a bright light rippled through his body. Gabriella watched his orgasm in amazement, not actually realizing that this was the most desirable she had ever seen Troy. The caramel locks connected with her soft pillow as his head was thrown back wildly. Snow white, sticky liquid soaked her hands before a sigh of pleasure replaced his yell as his body collapsed on the bed.
Now was the time to wait. She gazed nervously, yet intently on the writhing figure beneath her. His chest gleamed as it rose in fell, his gasps filling her ears like music. A heartbeat in her core began to pulsate, but she wouldn't dare move. Troy's lips parted in desperation to gain oxygen. She had never been so petrified in her life.
This was it. If he was in pain the whole time of the hand job, she was done. They wouldn't be doing anything else, and that scared Gabriella. As much as he begged her not to, she was falling for him. Falling hard, fast, and it was impossible to stop her. Gabriella gently bit the bottom of her swollen lip before Troy's sparkling ocean eyes snapped open.
"Oh God…" he breathed before his eyes connected with hers. Nerves were spilling through Gabriella's nostrils. He was in pain. That was it. She knew it. But Troy did the exact opposite of what she thought he would do. He actually chuckled. "You've got… got to be shitting me. That's what I've been missing?"
A ripple of an orgasmic relief stretched through Gabriella's body as she let out a sigh. He was good! He felt good! Nothing hurt him! She was safe. Gabriella's first idea was to pounce on him to satisfy her own cravings, but Troy was still gasping and leaned his elbows up. "I… I didn't hurt you?" She questioned coyly.
Troy's mouth almost dropped to the floor as though he was in shock. "You're kidding me? Fuck Gabriella… that was… that was… shit I don't know what that was… but I want it again."
An ecstatic smile stretched across Gabriella's face. She was safe. Troy leaned up, attempting to kiss her, but the moment was short lived. Her stomach completely went into another panic mode as she heard three tiny wraps on the wooden door. "Ella?"
Her eyes bulged just as Troy had a moment ago. Troy's own eyes grew huge before Gabriella rolled off his body and crashed her shoulder into the floor. Pain shot through her body just as Troy's orgasm a moment ago. "Shit!" She whispered before clawing around for an article to cover her exposed bra right now. Gabriella snatched the closest thing she could grab before sprinting to the door. She completely forgot about being silent in the bliss of pleasing Troy. She quickly spun her head around to see that the bed was completely empty in the dark, she assumed Troy was on the other side of the bed.
Slowly, she opened the door to be revealed to a mini version of her. Ari's hair was frazzled and she gripped a small, fluffy brown bear tightly against her chest. "I had a bad dream…"
Sympathy and panic seeped through her veins as she nervously glanced back again to make sure Troy was out of sight. She really didn't want the first time he met her sister to be when he was completely naked. But the big sister mode kicked in as she bent down and let out a sigh. "Oh Ari… it's ok…"
"He was yelling your name." Ari whispered fearfully, clinging to the bear just as Gabriella was clinging to Troy minutes before. "He was chasing you with a knife Ella… and then he was yelling your name… and I heard noises."
It took a moment before Gabriella made the connection that she had a nightmare of her father, but must have heard Troy's desperate moans and fit that into her horror. Gabriella smiled softly before gently kissing Ari's soft cheek, but being careful not to touch her while Troy's cum was beginning to harden on her hands.
"Go back to your room, I'll come and sleep with you in a couple minutes ok? I just have to put my pajamas on." She lied before Ari nodded fearfully.
"Ok…" She whispered before trailing her bear back with her. Gabriella forcefully shut the door, only to jump at the sight of a shirtless Troy, but he had now managed to get his pants on.
"That's my cue," he gently whispered before striding over to her. A genuine smile was on his face as his warm hand rested on her cheek, sending spark waves through her body. "You just saved me…thank you." His lips gingerly connected with her puffy ones before pulling away reluctantly.
"I guess we're even then." She whispered back longingly, referring to the fact that she dragged him to the movie that felt decades ago.
Troy shook his head. "No… I'm in more debt to you now than ever. I guess I have an angel to distract me from this hell," Gabriella's heart started beating rapidly before Troy's soft lips connected with her dried forehead. Angel… she liked the sound of that. "Oh, and you look good in my shirt."
She hadn't even realized she was now wearing the olive colored t-shirt that was on Troy's musky body previously. Good thing Ari was too young to actually figure out she didn't own a guy's shirt.