Oreos for Breakfast: Nick BSB Fiction

Oreos for Breakfast
Chapter 7: On The Road

By The Paperbag Princess and The Pumpkin Coach

I glanced over at the clock on the table. What time did she say we had to leave to get to the venue? Did they have to sound check tonight? If this were my tour we'd be having dinner now and then I'd sit around bored for hours fighting with Kevin over what music was on in the dressing room or teasing Howie about his hair. God, Howie was too easy to fluster.

I missed him.

What? Here I was in the room of the wanton sex goddess and I'm thinking about Howie. God, we had to have sex soon… that was just not right!

Rachel caught my eye and waved. I smiled back at her and then glanced back at the clock. There was another knock on the door and she hollered for everyone to shut up.

How many people could fit in a normal hotel room? I think we were at maximum capacity here.

"Love the streaks, Rache! So cool!" Lola bounded into the room. Lola was cool. I bet she was as tall as me with dirty blond hair and big bright eyes. She had that completely organized yet surrounded in chaos look about her. Like every tour manager I'd known, every little thing was a crisis. Hey, it kept me from worrying, right?

"Tell her they make her look like Dale Bozzio and she needs the plastic bra now!" Jeff exclaimed, jumping over to them and leering at Rachel.

The dude had to stop looking at my girlfriend that way. My girlfriend. Mine. He was okay, I guess. But he was the cute one, too. I didn't like that.

She was happy to see me this afternoon, wasn't she? Not happy enough to throw everyone out of the room and let me fuck her brains out. But happy. I had to keep reminding myself that this was a big deal for them. A million people in this tiny room all talking a mile a minute… they were all nervous, weren't they? Video tomorrow and the first wave of promo would hit after that. They were going to be huge.

Then what?

Hopefully she'd get upgraded to a suite so I could drag her into a private bedroom and ravish her while the rest of her band and hangers on milled around outside.

Shit. I was getting hard again. We had to find a second for something or I was going to burst here.

I jumped up and went over to her. She was laughing with Jeff about the plastic bra. I had no idea who this Dale whatshername was but I could get into Rachel wearing a plastic bra with those leather pants.

Hey, where were her leather pants? Damn, the thought of her in those had kept me going while we were apart. I could just imagine my hands sliding over the soft leather as I pulled her onto my lap after her show. I'd tease her through them until she was so wet she would be begging me to peel them off of her.

Sighing, I wrapped my arms around her waist and she jumped. Looking back at me the corners of her eyes crinkled as she smiled. I loved her smile. That one was mine. That sexy smile that told me in a glance that she needed me just as much as I needed her. That was only for me. Jeff didn't get that smile. Lord, I hope Jeremy never did. Let her have invented that look just for me.

I leaned back against him slightly as he pulled me into his arms and I could feel Thor pushing against the small of my back. He pushed his hips into me slightly and rested his head on top of mine. Did I just disappear into his arms? When we were lying down it was so easy to forget how much bigger he was than me. He had this knack for making me feel 10 feet tall, this hot blond god standing behind me with a raging hard on.

About an hour ago, I'd considered throwing everyone out of the room and ravishing him but then Darien had come in needing aspirin or something. Then James wanted me to trim his hair. Jeff… I don't remember what Jeff wanted, I think he just wanted to stare at Nick again. The Tsar boys were just in awe of the Backstreet Boy lounging around my room, weren't they? Hell I was, too. I kept glancing back at him, catching him staring at me and smiling. I loved that I made him smile.

I looked back at him and smiled, kissing his cheek quickly and whispering into his ear, "We've got 20 minutes. You and Thor gonna make it, baby?"

He moaned softly into my hair and I giggled. I didn't know if that was a yes or a no, but I liked the sound.

I don't know what came over me, suddenly I was pushing him into the bathroom. I slammed the door and locked it, hearing a loud barrage of heckling coming through the door as we left the room. Fuck them. They had me all day. I needed 5 minutes with the blond god before I had to go be confident in front of hundreds of people. God, he made me feel like I was the sexiest woman alive.

"Rache…" He moaned as I sat him on the toilet seat and straddled his lap. Quickly he pulled my T-shirt off and buried his face in my chest. His tongue darted out to lick one of my nipples through the silky fabric of my bra.

"Damn, I missed that tongue. You have the most perfect tongue," I whispered, practically panting as he bit down on me.

I arched my back and rubbed myself against him and he lifted his hips to meet me, groaning into my chest. Even through his jeans, I could tell how much he wanted me. "God, Rache, you are so sexy. I didn't think we'd ever be alone."

Patience was so not this boy's strong suit.

His eyes glazed over as he leaned back, running his hands down to my stomach, tracing the tattoo around my belly button. "Shit!" I exclaimed as he quickly unbuttoned my jeans. His hands slid underneath the fabric and he cupped my ass in his hands, pushing me closer to him as his lips found mine again and he snaked his tongue into my mouth. We both moaned before breaking away, laughing at one another.

"We are so bad," I teased him. "What? It's been a couple days?"

"Torturous days, Rache," he chastised me, his hands kneading my ass as he leaned in, sucking my earlobe into his mouth.

I couldn't even talk, I just nodded, moving my hand into the front of his jeans and rubbing his erection. He was already wet and throbbing and I giggled.

"There you go again," he whined in my ear. "You aren't supposed to laugh when you touch it, baby. You're gonna give me a complex."

"Shhhh… I was just thinking. Have you been this hard all day?"

"Pretty much, yeah." He admitted as he kissed me again. "Don't stop touching me, Rache. Please. I've been a good boy, haven't I?"

Lord help me, but I loved it when he whined. I licked my way up his neck, "You are such a good boy, baby. I'm a horrible girlfriend for making you wait all day, aren't I?" I sighed into his ear. "I suck."

"Okay."

I pulled back and he leered at me, raising an eyebrow. I couldn't even laugh. He was so adorable with that pained expression on his face. I glanced around the bathroom. Why weren't there condoms in here?

Because I didn't expect him and I didn't even unpack them yet. I should get a medal for that, shouldn't I? It didn't even occur to me that I might pick up some hot boy in the front row and bring him back to my room to ravish him. The worst thing I was planning to do tonight was blow Nick's mind with the best phone sex he'd ever had.

She looked around the room, sucking in her bottom lip as she considered something and stopped moving. I grabbed her wrist and she looked back at me, "Don't stop, Rache. Please. I'm dying here." I didn't care if I was begging. I wanted to be inside her so bad I could barely think straight.

She giggled again, licking her lips just to make me moan. She didn't have time to tease me. If Lola knocked and told her it was time to go I was going to scream.

I pulled her back to me, finding that spot on her neck where I could feel her heartbeat and I bit down, sucking hard. Harder than I expected and she screamed. Was that a good scream?

Someone knocked on the door and she covered her mouth, her eyes wide. Shit.

"Rache?" James' voice came from the other side of the door, "Everything okay in there?"

Her eyes searched mine and then she relaxed, running her hand down my face. She smiled and then turned toward the door.

"Fine. Just fine. Can you all… ummm… leave now?"

James laughed and we could hear him go to the door and kick everyone out. Neither of us moved until we heard the door slam. Were we alone now? Could that possibly be true?

She tried to move, but I pulled her back down to me, "I'm sorry, Rache. Did I hurt you?" I searched her eyes for a clue. God, that scream scared me. She just smiled and kissed my forehead.

"It's okay, bunny."

I didn't believe her.

She wiggled out of my arms and I let her go. She stood up and looked at herself in the mirror, I stood behind her and gently moved her hair off her neck so I could see what I'd done to make her scream. That so wasn't a good scream was it? She'd had sex with James in the room before, she'd told me that. Certainly he knew good screams from bad ones.

I looked down at her neck and could see the marks my teeth made. Damn, did I do that?

I felt dizzy and grabbed onto the counter for support, "Shit. I'm sorry, Rache."

What else could I say? I leaned down and kissed the spot gently, running my tongue over it lightly. Her hand came up and she wrapped her fingers around my hair, pulling me closer to her and turning into me, but I didn't increase my pressure.

"I'm not gonna scream again, baby." She whispered, her breathing ragged. "You can do that harder." I opened my mouth against her skin, sucking slightly as she sighed into my ear and eased my jeans down over my hips so she could take my cock back into her hand. She stroked me gently at first and then tightened her grip making me moan and move against her.

"I wanna be inside you, Rache. Let me make love to you."

I could feel her smile against my ear, "I didn't unpack the condoms yet, sweetie. Besides, Lola is going to come knocking soon. Let me finish you, baby. I know how much you need that."

How could she be so rational at a time like this? All I wanted to do was fuck her senseless, I didn't care what the consequences were. But all I could do was nod. I did need that. Lost in my thoughts I jumped as she knelt down in front of me and took me into her mouth, easing her hold on me as I slumped back against the wall. No way was I going to stay standing through this. Even if it was 10 seconds.

And it was. I hit the floor and she swirled her tongue around the head of my cock, making me moan loudly. She reached down and cupped my balls in her hand, running her finger across the delicate skin behind them and I was gone, screaming her name and pounding my head back against the wall. My entire body shook and she kept sucking on me until I fell out of her mouth. Slowly I opened my eyes and she was right there, her mouth on mine and body pressed against me as we both tried to catch our breath.

"Wear that tight black T-shirt I love," Nick was laying across the bed as I took out every piece of clothing I owned, rejecting everything on sight. I hated having a clothes fuck before a show.

"Fuck!" I screamed, stopping myself from stamping my feet at the same time like a two year old. He looked at me wide-eyed and then jumped up off the bed, pulling me into his arms and kissing my forehead.

"Rache, it's okay. What's the matter?"

"Clothes fuck!" I whined into his chest, wrapping my arms around his waist and holding him tightly.

"What?"

He pulled away and it was my turn to stare blankly at him, "Clothes fuck."

He just blinked.

"Oh, come on, Nick. Clothes fuck. When you can't find anything you want to wear. Certainly you… oh, scratch that, you will wear anything out of the house, won't you? Yes, I've seen the fugly shirts with my own eyes!"

"Hey! I'm the cute one!"

"As much as you try to counteract that with the fugly shirts, floods and knee socks… yes, you are still the cute one."

I pushed him back down on the bed and he laughed as I pulled up his T-shirt and ran my tongue up his chest, biting hard on one of his nipples and making him scream. "Paybacks are hell aren't they, baby?"

The smile dropped from his face and he pulled me up to him, running his hands through my hair, "Rache… I'm sorry. Really. I don't know what I was doing."

"I do."

"What?"

He ran his finger over the bruise he made on my neck and I grabbed his hand, sucking his finger into my mouth and swirling my tongue around it until he smiled up at me, "That's better, baby. You were just frustrated and excited and…" I stopped myself. If we continued this discussion I was going to have to ravish him and we were running late as it was.

I shook my head to clear it and then hopped off of him, going back to the closet, trying to ignore his whines. Oh! The Kate Sutton I'd stolen from Em! That shirt always made me feel sexy!

I pulled it on and turned back to Nick, "Okay?"

"Rache, you look good in anything. But yeah. I love that shirt. You were wearing that when I saw you on stage for the first time."

I was? He remembers that? He couldn't remember our hotel room number but he remembered what I was wearing at a gig two months ago?

"Does it have any buttons?"

I looked down at the shirt. Sure it did, didn't it? "Umm… I think I've lost a few. Enough. Colored bra or white?"

I can't believe I was asking him for fashion advice. Where the hell was James?

I kicked him out so I could ravish the blond one, that's right. And besides, sometimes it was good to get a straight man's opinion, right?

"Color. Definitely."

"But it's a white shirt, Nick. It'll show."

He blinked at me and I just laughed, "How about lacy?"

He nodded fervently at me like a puppy, making me giggle. I pulled off the shirt, throwing it so it landed on his head. He inhaled deeply and pulled it into his body and I just smiled. He was too cute. How could he be as crushed out as I was? Wasn't he supposed to go home and forget all about me? But that didn't happen. I'd freaked him out on the phone last night and suddenly he was knocking on my door, trying to be a good boyfriend.

I kicked off my jeans as I hooked my bra and then pulled on my leather pants.

"Nick, I need the shirt back."

He peered out at me from underneath the white linen fabric and stuck out his tongue at me. God, that tongue. "Don't even tease me with that thing, little man. There is so not enough time for what I want that tongue to be doing."

"And that would be…" he leered at me, frowning as I grabbed the shirt back from him and pulled it on.

There was a loud knock at the door and we both froze. "You'll find out after the show."

I offered him my hand and he pulled himself up off the bed and then pulled me into him running his hands over my ass slowly. I know these pants turned him on. "Rache, you are so fuckin' sexy." His voice was low and I looked up into his beautiful blue eyes, "They are going to love you, baby."

He pushed the fabric away from my shoulder and kissed me delicately, his tongue tracing my bruise again and I shivered at his touch. If I could be half the woman he thought I was, we were set.

Our name was on the marquee and backstage was a whirl of activity people milled around. Tsar was just finishing up and I caught Lola waving me over as Nick and I walked in. My stomach sunk as he let go of my hand and I was surrounded by James and Darien fighting about something. What the hell were they on about now?

I glanced over at Nick who'd found a spot on the sofa across the room. He was trying so hard to stay out of the way - especially away from Jeremy. I think he was still convinced I was going to send him away. Not very likely. Just a couple more hours then we could skip the after show and go back to my room where we could be alone finally. And tomorrow. Tomorrow I would wake up in his arms. The thought made my heart race.

"Earth to Rachel," Lola tapped me on the shoulder and I turned around. I had to stay focused. Nick would be here for more than a night, I had to show them that I could do this - have the blond god and still work.

"Yes, my dear. Urgent faxes from Amber, I take it?"

Lola was waving a bunch of papers in my face and she smiled, "How'd you guess?"

"Can we fire her?" I pouted as I started to look them over. It looked like she had us doing back to back promotion for the next week. The video shoot tomorrow with Em. I wanted to talk to her, Em was good at reassuring me. But she was probably on a plane now, or on the phone with Alex, making sure he was okay.

"I'm afraid not. Rachel, what are we going to do about the boy toy?"

I had to smile. I'd know Lola for about 20 minutes before I told her all about Nick and our trip to Long Island and she'd christened him my 'boy toy.' I had to admit, it kind of fit. "Ride him like the shiny new bike my parents just got me for Christmas?" I deadpanned and then we both fell out laughing.

"Seriously."

I put a hand over my mouth, not daring to look back at him. I'd be useless then. I could just picture him naked on the floor with a big red bow around his waist. Damn, that was a good image. Nick Carter under my Christmas tree?

Right, Rache. If he was still talking to you at Christmas you should win a prize. Get real.

I sighed, looking back down at the faxes, "Well, we need to keep him away from Amber, that's for sure. I know it's only a matter of time… if this thing lasts people are going to find out…"

Lola interrupted me, "If? If it lasts? Rachel, the boy is so obsessed is sickening."

I laughed and dismissed her comment, "As if. Anyway, once people find out, it's going to be everywhere and you just know Amber's going to be chomping at the bit to throw us to the gossip pages."

"Any publicity is good publicity, Rache. Sad but true."

"Yeah, tell that to Jeremy. He hates getting compared to Damon, but at least he has begrudging respect for Damon's music. Do you know how much J despises Backstreet?" I rolled my eyes. "No. We need to keep Nick away from the interviews."

"Bring any Legos with you?" She teased, making me laugh again.

I felt someone behind me, an arm snaking around my waist. His ears must have been burning from across the room. I smiled as I felt his lips on the back of my neck briefly and leaned back against him. I glanced back up at Lola and she had a weird look on her face, making me turn around quickly.

Jeremy.

That little fuck.

I wiggled away from him and glared back at him, lowering my voice, "Don't you ever fucking touch me like that again!"

"Oh, you're untouchable now?" He smirked at me before glancing back to Nick and I knew he'd done that just to piss him off. He was such a child sometimes.

"For your fucking information, J, I am not communal property," I hissed, "and you don't fucking come up from behind and do that. It's not cool."

He shrugged, "Whatever, Rache. Remember when you couldn't get close enough to me? Wait, was that just a day ago? It seems like so much longer." He moved to touch me again and I grabbed his hand.

"You are such a shit, J. Why don't you go find some groupie girl at the bar? That's way more your style."

He laughed, "Better than Romper Room, Rache."

I shook my head, trying to ignore his glare as I moved over to join Nick on the couch. Fuck him. I fell onto Nick's lap and threw my arms around his neck, "Kiss me?"

She played with the hair on the back of my neck and I shivered at her touch. It was insane how much I wanted her. I smiled up at her and ran my hands up her back as her lips met mine. I tried to ignore the fact that Jeremy had just been touching her. She hadn't looked too happy about it, but still… He'd just fucking come up to her and put his arms around her. She was mine.

I felt myself stiffen and she pulled away, "What's wrong, bunny?"

I shouldn't say anything. I was just being stupid. Here she was sitting on my lap and he was barely 10 feet away. It was fine. Everything was… "Why'd Jeremy do that?"

Fuck.

She frowned down at me, sucking her bottom lip into her mouth as she considered me. Finally she smiled and tousled my hair playfully, "It was nothing, baby. Don't worry. It was just Jeremy. He was trying to annoy you."

"Well, it worked." I couldn't help but pout up at her.

"It shouldn't. I'm right here, aren't I? You can't let him get to you, Nick. He's just being childish."

"I know. Sorry." I grumbled before pulling her back down to me, planting kisses on her cheeks and nose. She giggled and my heart lifted. I loved that sound.

She stayed on my lap, teasing me and chatting with Lola as Tsar finished their set and bounded back into the room. I loved being here with her, even if I could see Jeremy glaring at me out of the corner of my eye. She wanted me here and that was more than she wanted from him. And James and Darien liked me, didn't they? I had to remember to let them keep beating me at cards. Who was I kidding, I sucked. They were going to end up with the keys to my tour bus by the end of the tour!

Too soon Lola was calling for them to take the stage and I snuck out to the VIP bar once the lights were down.

They opened with "Spin Around" and she immediately started jumping around, sharing James' microphone during the 'la la la's and winking at me during her guitar solo.

everything you ever wanted is here
we never needed anyone to change our mind
don't waste our time
we're fine

She screamed into her mic and glanced back to Jeremy who winked at her and I felt my back stiffen. What the fuck was that? Just then Jeff came over and handed me a beer.

"You're gonna need this, dude." He smiled at me and clinked his bottle with mine.

"What?"

"Wanton sex goddess on stage, right?"

I might have blushed as he said that. She told him what I called her? How good of friends were they? Please let him be gay, too. I glanced down at his white jeans and considered him. Could be.

"She's my wanton sex goddess, dude!"

Jeff threw his head back and laughed. "Understood, Nick! You know there's history there, right?" He looked down at Jeremy and Rachel as they shared a mic stand and smiled at one another.

I didn't want to have this conversation with him. Rachel and I hadn't even had that talk. We started to the other night but she changed the subject. And she was right. She was always right. Jeremy was ancient history, just like Willa. No need to be all jealous. She picked me, right?

But once upon a time, she'd picked Jeremy. And Damon. I couldn't figure that out.

James' voice pulled me back to reality. "This is Rachel's theme song and soon to be our next single." He adopted his best infomercial announcer voice, " So look for it at a record shop near you."

"Only a buck-fity!" Rachel screamed from her perch on Darien's drum riser. She took a swig from her beer bottle as Darien did a dramatic drum roll and Jeremy launched into "Come On."

I nodded my head in time to the music as I watched her. Her guitar swung low on her hips and her blouse falling open slightly as she leaned forward toward a boy in the front row, flirting with him and singing at him. I wanted to be down there, not hiding up here holding my breath and hoping no one recognized me underneath the magic ball cap of invisibility.

I don't wanna be your girlfriend
I'm just looking for a real good time alright
Can you guarantee me satisfaction
Need some action-gonna get it tonight!

I could feel my dick harden as I watched her. She nearly growled the lyrics and stole a glance up to me. Oh man, was she gonna get it tonight. She'd better not be teasing with those lyrics. I may not even let her sleep.

We practically tumbled off the stage and I stumbled into Jeremy. Man, how many beers had I had during the set? I could just feel a new band rule coming on as Jeremy glared down at me. No. Sudden Silence was a much better band drunk. At least then I didn't feel the need to strangle him. Sobriety might work for those pansy boy bands, but not us! Besides, we didn't have any dance steps to remember.

Suddenly Nick was there, pulling me into his arms and lifting me off the ground. I giggled and he put me down, grinning down at me like a lovesick fool.

"Damn, I love your smile," I sighed, pulling off the magic ball cap of invisibility and tossing it to James before running my fingers through his hair and making it stick up all over his head. He was too adorable. "Catch, James!"

He laughed and tossed it Darien, "Keep away from Nick!"

Nick lunged for it but Darien was quicker, shooting it over to me and I put it on my head and ran away from Nick, hiding behind James' tall frame, "No you can't see me! I'm invisible now!"

"Wanton sex goddess at 12 o'clock," he laughed, coming up behind me and pulling me back into his arms. My feet left the ground again as he carried me off down the hall.

"Nick…" I whined, trying to wiggle away from him, "I have an adoring public to greet!"

"They won't miss you, Rache. They've been with you all day!" He teased me as he steered me behind one of the gig boxes in a dark corner, holding me tightly against him. I could hear my band mates stumbling the other direction down the hallway shouting to one another playfully. He let me go briefly and then caught my arm, turning me to face him. His lips were practically touching mine and I could feel his breath on my skin, "I owe you, Connor."

I smiled innocently, "What do you owe me?"

He wrapped his arms around me and leaned his head down so he could run his tongue along my ear. I sighed and felt myself relax against his chest. His hands caressed my back before coming to rest on my ass. I smiled as he licked his lips and his fingers ran over the soft leather. I could feel his erection growing against my stomach.

"Dark corner… rock star…" he pinched my ass playfully and I pushed my hips into his, snaking my tongue out to taste his skin. He smelled like smoke and alcohol and it made my head spin. For the past hour I'd been watching him up in the balcony singing along with me, sticking out his tongue just to taunt me when he caught my eye. I moved into him and sucked lightly on his neck and then bit down gently, laughing to myself as I heard him gasp as my teeth come in contact with his tender flesh.

"Oh… that…" I sighed, dropping my hands to cup his ass and push him closer. I glanced over towards the stage, hoping everyone was gone. They'd all be up at the bar soon for the after party, right? How long until they noticed I wasn't there? 10 minutes? 20? How dark was this corner?

As if he read my mind, Nick whispered, "I bet you come so fast once I taste you, Rache. Fast and hard."

A moan escaped my throat as he moved one hand between us. His large hand covered my center and he roughly ran his fingers over the leather, teasing me.

"You want that," he breathed into my ear. "Tell me what you want, baby."

I could barely form words as he slowly unzipped my pants and his fingers disappeared between my legs. I was already so wet and he greedily kissed my neck as his fingers slid over my clit and quickly darted inside me.

"That's good. Jesus." I practically panted as he moved his fingers inside me, pressing the heel of his hand against my clit firmly. My knees started to buckle and his other hand grabbed my ass, pushing me closer so I was resting on his leg.

"What's good, Rache?"

He was going to make me talk? I didn't want to talk. He knew what I wanted. Needed. He stopped moving his fingers and I looked up at him, his blue eyes smiling down at me, teasing me and taunting me.

I moved against his hand, "Fuck me, Nick. Please. With your hand. Just… don't stop touching me. I need you." I ran my tongue down to his adam's apple, sucking hard, "Make me scream, baby."

He was a good boy and did as he was told, moving his fingers inside me and quickly pulling me closer to my release.

"Oh, baby, you're so wet and hot. Damn." He sighed as he ran his tongue across my forehead before kissing my cheeks and finally taking my mouth in his. His tongue moved quickly against mine as he matched the rhythm of his fingers. A growl escaped the back of my throat and I ran my hands up his back underneath his shirt, raking my nails against his warm skin and making him moan as I traced his new tattoo with my fingertips.

Suddenly he stopped and pushed me back against the wall and knelt down in front of me. Before I could react, his mouth was on me, my pants still covering me. He ran his tongue against the leather, pushing the zipper against my clit and making me gasp as I felt the hard metal through the thin fabric of my panties. I bucked up against him and ran my fingers through his hair, urging him to continue.

"Shit, Nick. I'm gonna…." Quickly he pulled at my pants, exposing me to his waiting mouth. He lifted my leg over his shoulder and turned his head, sucking hard on the soft flesh of my inner thighs. "Not there, Nick!" I moaned softly and pulled at his hair, trying to guide him to my clit. But he resisted, shaking his head slightly and biting down on me hard and then sucking my skin into his warm mouth. Jesus, that mouth had to be other places.

Growing impatient, I untangled one of my hands from his hair and ran a finger over my clit making myself moan again. I tilted my hips to give myself better access and felt Nick's mouth leave my thigh. I looked down at him and his eyes were wide as he watched me touching myself.

"Oh, babydoll, what do you need me for?" He whined and then ran his tongue along the back of my hand, nipping at my knuckles as I moved my finger against myself quicker. His lips closed around one of my fingers and he swirled his tongue around it, sucking hungrily. "Hmmmm… that's not what I want." He sighed, looking up at me.

I could barely keep my eyes open as his tongue darted out again and traced the path of my finger until he, too, was teasing my clit. I moved my hand back to his head and pulled at his hair roughly, making him moan, sending shockwaves through me. His hands grasped my hips, holding me against the wall firmly.

"That's what you want, baby," I whispered. "Do I taste good? Oh god, don't stop, Nick. Please."

His lips enclosed my clit and he sucked it into his mouth gently as his tongue ran over it repeatedly. He bit down and I brought one of my hands to my mouth to stifle my scream as I felt my orgasm overtake me.

"Harder… harder… Jesus," I sighed, my moans becoming incoherent as he released my clit and ran his tongue roughly down the length of me, finally pushing it inside me. "Oh, yes. Fuck me with your tongue. Faster… Nick… faster… please," I begged, unable to control my breathing.

I screamed against my hand, turning my head against the wall. I could feel his fingers digging into the soft flesh of my hips as I shuddered against him again and again. Finally my breathing started to steady and he licked me gently, my clit was almost too sensitive and I pulled him up to me. I wrapped my leg around his and ran my hands up his back as he leaned in and kissed me, his tongue exploring my mouth greedily. "Damn, you taste so good, Rache."

I giggled against his lips as we heard someone coming down the hall and he pulled my pants up quickly. "See?" I said. "It's much more difficult with a girl. Guys can just whip it out."

"Hey, I-" he started, then we both turned when we heard Lola's voice.

"You've got two minutes to get out of here, kids," she warned.

I leaned around Nick to see her better, as his arms were still around me. Good thing because my pants weren't zipped. "What?"

"Amber's on the prowl, raving about how great you were. Like she saw more than that last song! I told her you went back to the hotel to be well rested for the shoot tomorrow. C'mon, there's a door this way, hopefully you'll have no groupies waiting there."

She breezed past us to the door and I quickly zipped my pants while Nick grinned down at me. "Oh, please, we let all the groupies come to the after show, don't we?"

"There's a few of them, yes." She opened the door and glanced around. "Good. Empty. Make a left at the end of the alley and you'll hit the main road, you should be able to catch a cab there. Got money?"

I didn't, but Nick pulled me out the door. "I've got cash, Rache. Bye, Lola!"

I held back, giggling. "But I wanna go to the after show. What are we gonna do back in the hotel, it's boring there, there will be no one to play with!"

Nick shook his head, pulling me over to him. "I know some good games we can play," he teased.

"Get out of my sight!" Lola groaned. "You two are gross! Ten a.m., Rachel, third floor conference room."

"Yes, ma'am," I saluted before Nick practically dragged me down the street.

Chapter 8...

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