Oreos
for Breakfast - Chapter 11
By
The Paperbag Princess and The Pumpkin
Coach
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"Oh, tell me this isn't our room!" Rachel's voice whined, and I jumped up from my seat in front of the TV, playing Final Fantasy with Jeff. Didn't she promise me a fashion show of that outfit she was wearing on TRL? She had on baggy shorts and her Dad's old sweater. And the earrings I'd given her. She was absolutely gorgeous.
"You're back!" I said, going over to her. I wanted to kiss her madly, but Tsar was sprawled all over the room. Where was her band? Weren't we all on this floor? Were we raiding the wrong mini-bars? She put an arm around my waist, leaning against me.
"We're back. I repeat, tell me this isn't our room."
I looked around the room. It was a total mess, wasn't it? There were empty beer cans overflowing from the trash, three pizza boxes scattered around, and CDs and clothes everywhere.
"No, this is theirs. Ours is right down the hall, and it's neat and tidy."
"I so don't believe that," she teased, and I had to kiss that smile. She sighed when I let her go, keeping her eyes closed for a moment until we heard the others.
"Keep the noise down!" Darien bellowed, walking into the room. "Decent people are staying at this hotel!"
"There's just a bunch of stupid rock stars at this hotel," Daniel yelled back.
"Best band in the fucking world, you mean!" James yelled, joining us. He smiled over at me. "It's the bad boy!"
What? I'm not…
Fuck.
They listened to the first album, didn't they?
Oh, yeah. The boys started singing, while Rachel just giggled.
If you want
it to be good girl
Get yourself a bad boy…
They managed that, then it all fell apart, because they couldn't remember the words.
"Really, 'If you like it innovative, better get someone creative' is a masterful use the rhyming dictionary," James said.
"I was 15!" I protested, and Rachel grinned up at me.
"Okay, your mom wouldn't let you take your shirt off on camera, but she let you sing that terrible song?"
I shrugged. "Somehow that was better." I looked at the guys. "You better be nice to me, I've got all the room keys."
"Yeah, we heard you were drinking all the mini-bars," Lola told me, holding out her hand for the keys.
I relinquished them and Lola handed them back out, but no one moved. The boys must have caught their second wind because they started telling us all about TRL. Daniel wanted to know if they got to hang with anyone cool. Carson didn't count, apparently. Wouldn't that deflate his ego?
"Oh! And we all squeezed into that little photo booth and they took our picture. They said it'd be up on the website in a few days," Rachel gushed and then she stole a look at James and screamed, making me jump.
"We're gonna be on the MTV website!" They screamed in unison, making everyone laugh at them.
I just had to touch her. All day I'd been aching to hold her. I wanted to be there when she was doing all these cool things. I pulled her over to the bed, sitting down, and she leaned against my chest, breathing deeply as I ran my fingers through her hair slowly.
I knew I should move, but I was suddenly tired again. I'd slept a little on the plane, but every time I got comfortable, James would shift and kick me or make my head drop off his shoulder. He left so much to be desired as a pillow. But not Nick. I closed my eyes as he ran his fingers through my hair and breathed him in. He ran his other hand over my bare knee and I shivered at his touch.
"Cold, baby?"
I nodded and pulled my legs up underneath me. I opened my eyes and watched as James and Darien and Jeremy talked animatedly to Tsar, telling them all the details of our day. I was too tired to contribute, though.
"Want to go to bed, sweetie?" Nick whispered in my ear and I shook my head.
"Wanna listen." I mumbled and then looked up at him. He was so pretty, wasn't he? I couldn't believe this man was the same person who sang all those corny songs on their first album. His voice must have dropped three octaves since then. Tomorrow, when I was awake, I was going to have so much fun teasing him.
He smiled down at me, touching one of my earrings. "They look good with that outfit," he joked.
"I'm going to wear them every day," I promised, and he laughed.
"You don't have to. I know they're dressier than what you usually wear… but each diamond is a half carat, that adds up to two , it was too perfect."
Two carats? Did I want to know how much they cost?
Nah. "I thought it was because they had two diamonds. James thought it was because there are two earrings in a pair."
He kissed me quickly, and I fought myself from pulling him back to my lips. We were in the middle of everyone, weren't we? "You're both right," he told me. "It was a lot of twos, so they were perfect."
"I love them," I sighed, leaning my head against his shoulder. We sat like that for a while, listening to the boys tell Tsar all about our adventures in New York.
"It was a good day, Nick."
He smiled at me, leaning down to kiss my forehead gently, "So I gather, Rache. You did really well today. On TRL, you had Carson eating out of your hand and Frank thinks you signed more autographs than we ever have at one sitting."
"Really?" Her voice squeaked and I laughed, "When did you talk to Frank?"
Busted.
"Umm… after you left. He called to tell me you were on the plane all safe and sound."
She eyed me warily, "Are you sure you didn't send him, Nick?"
"No!"
I didn't. I wasn't going to stop him, though. I knew they were getting popular, but it never occurred to me that they'd need real security. A half dozen fans at an after show or outside the hotel was one thing and up to now, Steven had been enough. Besides, the boys were always around to protect her, they wouldn't let anything happen to her. But when I heard Frank on my phone this morning, the way the fans had treated Mandy and the other girlfriends suddenly came back to me. Most of them were okay, but some of them could be mean. Rachel didn't deserve that just because she was dating me.
"Well, I'm glad he was there. It was kinda scary, Nick. All those people. They all knew my name."
Her voice drifted off and I kissed her. As I pulled back, she turned into me, sinking her hands in my hair and opening her mouth to me, her tongue stroking mine softly. God, I loved it when she kissed me like this, like she could breathe through me.
"Get a room!" Someone shouted and she pulled back quickly, smiling up at me and taking my hand in hers.
"That's our cue, bunny. C'mon."
I let her pull me up and we said goodbye to everyone quickly and I led her down the hall to our room.
"This is clean, Nicky?" she sighed, dropping her bag near the bed and turning to me.
"This is clean. I mean, it's not perfect… but it's clean. Look, the bed is even made!" Well, the covers were all pulled up, that counted, right?
She fell back onto the bed, stretching her arms out and yawning dramatically, "Not for long. I'm so tired, Nick. Can I sleep until the show tomorrow?"
I fell next to her on the bed and pulled her to me, just wanting to keep touching her, "Whatever you want, Rache. But I was kind of hoping I'd get you for at least an hour."
"Really?" she whispered against my lips as I bent down to kiss her. "What do you need me for, baby?"
I loved that sexy whine in her voice, it made my whole body come alive with wanting her. I kissed her deeply and then ran my tongue down her neck, stopping to nibble on her collarbone before kissing my way back up to her ear. She turned her head, giving me better access, and moaned as I traced tiny circles on that spot behind her ear that drove her crazy, "Oh, where do I start, Rache? I had way too much time to fantasize about you. Remember the last time that happened?"
I moaned again as he ran his hand under my shirt, lightly cupping my breast. "How could I forget that, bunny? Damn, that feels so good, Nick," I sighed as his fingers darted underneath my bra and he pinched my nipple.
"Know what would feel better, baby?"
I closed my eyes and sighed contentedly as he pulled my sweater up and carefully unhooked my bra, bending down and circling my nipple with his tongue. He teased me and just as I was about to scream at him to get on with it, he sucked my nipple into his mouth, flicking it with his tongue and making me cry out and arch against him.
Fuck sleep.
I just wanted more of this.
"Oh, Nick. Damn," I reached out for him, but he held my hands above
my head as he unbuttoned my shorts with his free hand. Okay. I could get into
this. I sank into the mattress as his fingers caressed my stomach, tracing my
tattoo lightly.
"When I was watching you on TV, baby," his breath was against my ear again and I turned into him as his thumb traced the pattern around my belly button. Then his fingers slid down, pressing against me. "I could see your tattoo and I wanted to taste you so bad. You were so sexy today, Rache."
I smiled as he continued to tell me how much I turned him on, slipping my shorts over my hips and down my legs. Soon I was lying naked beside him and he stopped touching me.
"I love you, Rachel." His voice broke and I opened my eyes slowly and found him leaning above me, just watching me. One hand was hovering over my hip and he smiled as my eyes met his. Were those tears in his eyes?
I reached up and ran my hand across his cheek, making him lean into me. As soon as he did, I wrapped my other arm around him and pulled him down to me. I felt him catch his breath quickly as our bodies met. Stop it, Nick. Don't get all serious on me, I might fall apart. I'd been on the verge of hysteria all day and I knew I'd just break to pieces if he started.
"I know, bunny," I cooed in his ear, running my hand down his back and wrapping a leg around his waist, "After we left the stage, they were playing your video and I just stared at the screen. That was my over-emoting boyfriend on the TV. It was so cool."
He laughed and I pushed him on his back, straddling his hips and grinning down at him. "So pretty," I cooed, leaning down and kissing him quickly. Suddenly I couldn't get his clothes off quick enough. I pulled his T-shirt up over his head before reaching down and pushing his shorts over his hips. He gasped as I freed his cock and he kicked his shorts to the floor.
Finally free of his clothes, too, he grabbed hold of my hips and pulled me down to him. I gasped as I felt his hard cock against me and leaned back, rubbing myself against him. Oh, this is what I was dreaming about on the plane ride home. He ran his hands up my stomach to my breasts, taking one in each hand and making me sigh.
"So being live on national TV beats a good show?" He asked, a twinkle in his eye, and I licked my lips slowly.
"You think you know," I growled, bracing myself against his shoulders so I could lean forward and feel his cock hit my clit, "but you have no idea."
"Show me," he responded, a commanding tone in his voice as he squeezed my breasts and moved his hips up against me suddenly. I was so wet that he just slid inside me and we both stopped moving. Damn. I loved this feeling, the way his cock could fill me. I moved against him slowly, shutting my eyes and savoring him.
He rolled me over, though, pulling out just as quickly as he'd entered me and I sighed. I was too turned on and tired and emotional for this because two seconds ago I didn't care what the consequences were, I just wanted him to never move away from me.
He grabbed a condom from the nightstand and then turned back to me, smiling, "Ready for me, baby?"
I nodded, taking the condom from his fingers and ripping open the wrapper. He leaned back against the mattress and sighed as I ran my tongue over his cock, stopping to suck lightly on the tip. "Jesus, Rache," he groaned, burying his fingers in my hair and moving his hips against me, "I love your mouth."
There was a desperate tone in his voice and I giggled to myself. The tip of his cock hit the back of my throat as his hips rose off the mattress and I pulled back, letting him fall out of my mouth to slide the condom on. He sighed as I leaned forward, kissing the tip and teasing him lightly with my tongue.
Suddenly, he flipped me onto my back, lifting my leg and kissing the underside of my knee. "And your knee…" he breathed, running his tongue along my leg and making me squirm underneath him. I moaned loudly and he smiled down at me. "But most of all, I love this." And I held my breath as he slammed into me, still holding my leg up off the mattress. I wrapped my legs around him making him groan as he pulled out and then slammed back inside me just as quickly.
"Oh god, Nick. I'm so there. Stop." I nearly panted. All day I'd wanted him and this was going to be over in two seconds if he kept this up.
But he ignored me, slipping his hand underneath me and caressing my ass as he pounded into me, quickening his pace. Before I could form words, my orgasm hit and I screamed his name at the top of my lungs.
"Again, Rachel." He commanded, his breath against my face as he pulled back again and slammed into me. "Come for me again, baby."
All I could do was moan as his fingers found my center and he pushed against my clit, making me come again, pulling him deeper inside me. I tightened my muscles around him and pulled him down to me, running my fingers down his spine.
"So beautiful," he whispered against my lips before he kissed me and slowed his pace, letting me recover from my climax. "I love you, Rache."
I couldn't find my voice as I looked up at him, overcome with the feel of his body against mine. I pushed myself up and took his nipple between my teeth, biting down on him and making him scream. "Oh, we're not done yet, Nicky," I growled rolling him onto his back. I took his nipple back in my mouth, sucking on him hard and he arched his back, meeting my hips again and coming inside me with a scream of his own.
He held my hips to his as he rode out his climax and I came again suddenly, surprising both of us. I collapsed on top of him, still shaking, and he caressed my hair as I caught my breath. Once I could breathe again, I leaned up and kissed him, moaning as his tongue parted my lips and he explored me.
We laid there for a long moment, just kissing and running our hands over each other's bodies. He shivered as I ran my hand down his arm, "Cold?" I teased and he shook his head, pulling the covers back and laying me down next to him on the bed. I tried not to yawn, but it was no use.
He tucked me in and then leaned down, kissing my forehead tenderly, "Don't fall asleep on me yet, baby," he whispered in my ear, "I'll be back in a sec."
I pulled the covers up to my chin and closed my eyes, smiling as I heard him walking around the room, turning off lights and then the water in the bathroom running for a moment. I was half asleep when he joined me again, snuggling up against me and pulling me against him. I leaned back and started to say something, but then darkness surrounded me instead.
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