This one is really short, but I got the idea and had to go with it. Thanks so much to all of you who commented on the first story. These are just the first of many! :)
Sharpay reached above her head, grasping for anything she could get a good hold on. Her fingers found the dark wooden slats of his headboard and her knuckles went white with the intensity of her hold. The feeling of the sharp wood against her fingers was the only thing tethering her to reality, to keep her from drowning in the pleasure because caused by Troy Bolton's mouth wrecking delectable havoc on her clit.
"Shit," she hissed, unable to articulate anything else as he added his fingers into the mix without warning, instantly doubling the already almost unbearable pleasure. He looked up at her and winked, one of his beautiful blue eyes temporarily flashing out of sight. She couldn't even scold him for being cocky. Hell, she could hardly even remember to breathe.
"Everything okay up there?" he asked, taking a break from his relentless torture to place wet kisses to her inner thighs between his words. A deep, shuddering breath coursed through her and she managed a nod. He placed one final, chaste kiss between her legs before crawling up to nuzzle his face in her neck. The light stubble on his chin and cheeks rubbed against the soft skin of her neck and the light pain it caused felt fantastic, she had to admit and she wanted desperately to feel it against her face as he kissed her senseless.
"What do you want?" he breathed in her ear, lightly tonguing the outer edge of her ear.
"I want you inside me. Now." He finally leaned forward to kiss her lips, something he did softly and passionately, the way she loved it. Every time she kissed Troy it felt special, different than it did when she kissed anyone else. The sensation of his soft lips moving against hers sent waves of sensation all the way to the tips of her toes; an indescribable bliss. As his tongue moved to meet her own, she couldn't help herself as she positioned her hips so he could enter her with only the slightest movement, an easy access he took full advantage of. In a breath, he was fully inside her, filling her perfectly.
Sharpay was dimly aware that her fingers had fled the headboard and had taken up residence on his back, her nails digging half-moons into his perfect tan flesh. If he hadn't been moving so perfectly inside her, she probably would have been able to comprehend that she might have been hurting him with her nails, but he was and therefore she couldn't. Her hips immediately found his rhythm and they moved together, kissing and clutching each other. She angled herself to peek discreetly over his shoulder so she could stare down the smooth planes of his back down to his perfectly sculpted, ever-thrusting ass. Another shudder coursed through her at the image now permanently and deliciously embedded in her brain.
As his hips swiveled slightly to the left, creating a friction that felt even more amazing than it had a second before, Sharpay felt her climax building slowly, its intensity multiplying with each passing second. Her nails dug more sharply into his back as it finally hit her, stars exploding behind her eyelids as they clamped shut at the sensation.
"Oh god, T-" she started, but stopped herself, "That was amazing, Zeke."
Her boyfriend of over a year looked down at her and grinned drowsily.
"Right?" he smiled, kissing her softly, and climbing off her. Sharpay rolled over and shut her eyes tight, trying to maintain her fantasy and wishing it was Troy now spooning himself against her back instead of her reality.