Oreos for Breakfast: Nick BSB Fiction

Oreos for Breakfast - Chapter 23

By
The Paperbag Princess & The Pumpkin Coach

I was right. We weren't even going to make it to the bed, were we? I turned down the road to the house and felt my whole body tingle with anticipation. Nick smirked over at me. "Ten...nine...eight...seven... "

Laughing, I sped up and pulled quickly into the driveway as Nick yelled the last numbers. I slammed on the brakes and barely had shut the ignition off before Nick was opening my door.

Not even waiting for me to close the door, he pulled me into his arms, lifting me off the ground and carrying me into the house. What were we, newlyweds?

"Nick, you're going to drop me!"

"Am not!"

"Are too!"

His smile was just blinding as he looked at me. "Keys?"

"We're in Cutchogue… there are no keys, Nick!"

"I'm going to pretend I didn't hear that…" he scolded, and I just rolled my eyes.

"Oh, stop being all Frank on me. It's perfectly safe here. No one bothers us."

"Rache…" he whined my name as I leaned down and opened the door, scanning the room for Bates. Luckily he was curled up in his favorite chair in the music room so Nick wouldn't accidentally step on his tail and send us both flying. That'd be something to explain to the both sets of boys… yeah, we aren't coming back on tour because we broke our legs when Nick tripped over my cat…

I looked back at him, and he was being all serious again. "You're gonna give yourself wrinkles, bunny," I laughed, leaning in and kissing him lightly.

"You're giving them to me. Anyone could find you, Rache…"

She gave me that look she had… the one that made me feel about 10 years old. Like I didn't know anything. But I was being serious here! Before was different. No one had really known who she was… but now she had number one videos, gold CDs and sold-out shows. Cutchogue might be in the middle of nowhere, but it was a small place. Everyone knew her and where she lived. It was only a matter of time before some stalker found her.

I set her down gently and pulled her back into my arms as I felt myself start to panic. What would I do if something like that happened to her? She felt so safe here…

"Bunny." Her soft voice brought me back to reality, and I found her smiling up at me.

I just hugged her tighter. "Really, Rachel. You have to be careful now. At least lock your door!"

"Okay," she whispered, her head against my chest. "Can we stop talking about my phantom stalker now? It's creepy."

I felt her shiver. "I don't want to freak you out, Rache, but let me have Frank call someone and see about getting you some security up here."

"No!" Her voice was stern, and she pulled back from me, an angry expression crossing her face. "I won't put up fences and get dogs or anything like that! This is my home, Nick!"

"I know. But you have to be careful."

"Just because the girls go a little crazy over you doesn't mean that the same thing is going to happen to me!"

Oh shit. She was angry now. Fuck. Why did I do that? She stormed back out the front door, and I just watched her as she grabbed our bags out of the car. I should have just let it drop. She was probably right, anyway. Their fans were different from mine. Sure, they had people who followed them from city to city, but they were sort of friends with the band now.

I swear to God that cat just lifted his head and glared at me. Could cats do that? Did they have facial expressions?

I was losing it now, wasn't I?

Meeting Rachel at the door, I pulled the bags out of her hands, dropping them on the couch. Then I picked her up again, and she tried not to smile as I walked out the front door and then turned around.

"Can we start over?"

He was so cute. How was I supposed to stay mad at him? He probably had a point. I never locked the doors, and this was a small town. Any crazy person could come into town and ask about me, and one of my insanely "helpful" neighbors would be offering to bake them cookies and show them to my front door.

Sometimes I was stupid, huh?

"Sure, bunny. I'm sorry I yelled at you."

He didn't let me go on, though, walking through the doorway and then kicking the door shut with one foot as he carried me up to the stairs.

"Are we gonna make it all the way up these stairs, baby?" I teased, wrapping my arms around his neck and leaning in to kiss him. His tongue met mine, and I felt him groan.

He nodded, holding me tighter as we hit the landing. I could see him remembering my words earlier, and I giggled. "We could stop here, and you could pull off this sweater. These jeans are so tight, baby… I can't wait to get them off…"

"Stop," I groaned as she leaned in and sucked lightly on my neck. Just a few more steps to go. Then I'd rip these clothes off her body…

Or maybe she'd be ripping mine off. That was okay, too.

I put her down in the bedroom, and the next thing I knew she'd pushed me and I found myself lying on the bed, too startled to move as she commanded me to stay still. Okay…

She took a few steps back and smiled at me as she pulled her sweater up over her head. The static electricity made her hair stand up a bit, and I reached out for her. But she flicked the sweater at my hand. "What did I say?"

"Don't move?"

She smiled, coming over and taking my arm roughly and pulling it over my head. Bringing my wrists together, she used her sweater to tie them. What the hell? Her breasts were right over my face, and I leaned up, sticking out my tongue, just barely catching the lacy fabric of her bra. She felt it though.

"Who told you that you could do that?" Slowly she leaned back down, running her tongue along my neck and chest until she got to the first button on my shirt. "Should I rip it or bite it off, baby?"

Oh fuck, she was hot. Her voice was low and sexy, and she nearly growled when she spoke. I couldn't answer her, so she straddled my hips and then bent down. Taking the button between her teeth, she bit down and pulled hard. Leaning back, she parted her lips, showing me the button sitting on her tongue.

"Oh shit, Rache. You are so fucking hot."

She spit the button across the room and then quickly unbuttoned my shirt, popping a few buttons along the way. Not that I cared.

Hell, I didn't care about anything right now but feeling her skin against mine and hearing her scream my name as I pounded into her. This was not going to be slow, sweet sex. No. We'd do that next. But right now, I had to have her.

I thought his eyes were going to pop out of his head as I ripped open his shirt and then slid down his body so I could pull off his pants. He moaned loudly as I unbuttoned his jeans, arching his hips to rub his cock against my hand, but I moved away. No, next came the shoes and socks. Uncovering his feet, I tickled him lightly and I couldn't tell if he was moaning or laughing. It was a low whimper, I think. Did he like that?

"Feel good, baby?"

Leaning down, I ran my tongue around his ankle, sucking gently. I loved it when he sucked on my new tattoo on my ankle and I guess he liked that spot, too. He whimpered again, and I felt his body move on the bed. Maybe I should have tied him face down, that way he could move against the mattress at least.

I pulled away and looked up at him. No. It was too much fun to watch him squirm in frustration. Running my tongue around his ankle again, I massaged his foot, and his slight whimper turned into a full groan as I moved away.

"Fuck me, Rache…"

"Was that a command? Who says you're in charge here, Nick?"

His eyes were wide, and he started to say something but shut his mouth quickly. Yeah, he liked not being in control, didn't he?

Standing up, I stepped out of my shoes and pulled off my jeans. I loved the way he looked at me, as I stood there nearly naked in front of him. Didn't I have scarves somewhere?

"In my bag," he offered, reading my mind. He brought scarves? "Go downstairs, Rache. There's presents for you in my bag…"

"Promise not to move?"

"No. So hurry."

Fuck it. I didn't even hesitate, flying down the stairs and ripping open his bag.

I could hear her giggling in the front room, and my cock twitched in anticipation, remembering our conversation the other night…

"What do you want, baby? Close you eyes and lean back… tell me…"

Her breathing was heavy on the other end of the phone and I could tell she was getting close. Lord knows I was already there. I practically had to sit on my hands to keep them off my cock, or I was going to lose it.

"Oh baby, I love the way you talk to me. You're voice gets all deep and needy. You need me, don't you?"

"Mmmm… Rache, you have no idea. I'm so hard. I can't touch myself or I'll…"

"Come for me baby?"

"No. You first, Rache. Tell me your fantasy, baby. Close your eyes… what do you see?"

I could hear her moving on the bed, her breathing shallow, "Oh God, Nick. I just want to feel your cock inside me. I love it when you hike my legs up around your waist so I'm all open to you. And then you pull out so you can slam into me. Over and over and…"

"Mmmm… that'd be nice, Rache. You'd be all wet and slippery. You wouldn't even be able to hold me in. Maybe I should tie you down so you can't move away, huh?"

"Oh, God. Fuck…"

"You'd like that, wouldn't you? Would you like me to tie you up, baby? Nice and tight so you can't move and I can just fuck you. Hard and fast and there's nothing you can do about it."

"No, Nick. I want to…"

"Want to what?"

"Tie you up and make you beg…"

"Are you going to make me beg, Rache?" I yelled as I heard her on the stairs.

"Is that what you want, Nicky? Should I make you beg me to fuck you?" Her voice was low, and I could tell she was standing right outside the door. Why the hell was she doing that? I squirmed out of her "handcuffs," tossing the sweater on the floor and then pulling off my jeans and underwear. That was better… I was ready for her now.

Fuck. Where'd I put the condoms?

She usually had them in the nightstand, right? I leaned over and opened the drawer and nearly screamed.

"Nick, lay down on the bed and close your eyes."

No problem. I could do that. I'd just pretend I didn't see anything… she could have her secrets, right?

"Are you going to obey me, Nick?"

"Yes," I breathed, closing my eyes as I settled back against the pillows. I loved her bed. It was big, and the comforter was soft. But most of all I loved that both walls were full of windows. Even though it was cool outside, she had a window cracked, and I could hear the water hitting the shore below. I loved that sound.

"Who told you that you could get undressed, Nickolas?" But before I could say anything, she had one of the scarves over my eyes. "Lift you head for me, baby."

I was just going to do as I was told from here on out. She smelled so good, and I could feel the heat from her body as she leaned over me to tie the scarf around my head.

"Is that okay?"

I nodded, and I could sense her hesitation. "It's great, Rache. But I gave you more surprises than that."

"Are you gonna be greedy now, Nick? I thought they were my presents?"

"Well, they are… but don't you wanna share?"

"Oh…" Her lips were against my ear, and her warm breath made me shiver, "Don't worry. I'm very good at sharing."

Shit.

I felt the silk of the second scarf running down my stomach and then over my cock. Damn, I didn't think I could get any harder. Apparently she didn't either. Groaning, I lifted my hips, trying to catch the sensation again as the scarf trailed down my legs.

"Patience, bunny…"

I tried to relax as she ran the scarf over my legs repeatedly, then up to my chest again. "Damn, Rache… I need you, baby. Please?"

"Is that the best you can do? That doesn't sound like begging to me…"

I could sense the amusement in her voice and felt her leaving the bed. Fuck! I went to pull off my blindfold, but she grabbed my wrist and pulled it up to the headboard. Before I could think to fight her, the scarf was tied tightly around it and then to the headboard.

"Do I need to tie the other one, Nick? Or are you gonna be a good boy?"

He was so fucking hot… naked and blindfolded, tied to my bed so he couldn't get away. But I didn't want to restrain him all the way. No, he needed at least one free hand. But fuck, that was hot. I leaned over him and kissed his wrist just below where the scarf was holding him to the headboard, and he sucked in his breath sharply.

"Does it hurt?"

He shook his head. "It's good, Rache. Frustrating as fuck…"

"That's the idea, baby," I whispered as I sat back on the bed and kissed my way up his arm, stopping to suck lightly on the inside of his elbow. I didn't know how long I could draw this out. I wanted him so badly. I'd had all morning to think about what I wanted to do to him when we finally got back here to my quiet house and big bed. I shrugged out of my underwear and straddled his hips, holding my breath as I felt his cock against my wetness.

"You're so wet, Rache," he groaned, lifting his hips slightly, "You feel so good against my cock. I need to be inside you, babe. Please?"

I smiled at him, taking his face in my hands and leaning down to his lips as he reached down between us. He took his cock in his free hand and rubbed it against my clit. Fuck. I sucked hard on his tongue as he moved against me. Oh, that was so good… his cock slipping against my clit over and over, and then dipping into me. Just a bit. Just to tease me.

Hey, who's in charge here?

I rose up onto my knees, and he screamed in frustration, "Rachel!"

"Oh, that's more like begging, bunny. Come on… what do you want? Tell me."

"I want you, Rache."

"Oh, you have to be more specific than that." I giggled, loving seeing him so frustrated. "Just 'me'? Well, I'm here baby, so why all the screaming?"

"I want to feel you, Rache… your skin…" He ran his free hand up my stomach, and my breath caught as he cupped one of my breasts in his hand, teasing the nipple. He pinched it lightly and then twisted it ever so slightly. "Yeah, you like that, Rache. Just a little bit of pain, huh? More? Or should I make it all better?"

I couldn't talk as he twisted my nipple again, and I leaned forward, offering myself to him. Like a man who hadn't eaten in days, he feasted on me, running his warm tongue around my nipple before pulling it between his teeth and sucking. I felt the energy shoot through my body, and I ground my hips against his stomach as he increased his pressure. His hand was fondling my ass and he pushed me up a bit.

"Now I need to taste you, Rache. Please… let me make you come with my tongue. Just like you like it… come in my mouth, baby. Oh, God…" His voice trailed off as I reached behind me and grabbed his cock, pulling lightly as I moved up his chest. He lifted his head, searching for me with his tongue. "Fuck… I can't reach," he sighed in frustration. "Turn around, baby."

I didn't move for a moment, loving how horny and frustrated he was. I pumped his cock in my hand a few times, and I could feel his entire body tense. Oh, this was so much fun. I really liked him begging…

"Like this?" I asked as I turned around, my knees around his head and cunt hovering over his mouth. His hand was on my ass again, and his fingers ran over me, coaxing me back and down. Oh shit. I saw stars behind my eyelids as his tongue touched me. He suckled on my clit… just little licks and gentle tugs that made me come undone with wanting him.

"Harder…" I moaned as he licked me. "Oh, God, I love your tongue. You feel so fucking good, Nick. Please…"

"Now who's begging?"

I didn't have to turn to see his smirk. Damn him. I was way too horny for any more playing around. Two could play this game. I swallowed his cock in one movement, groaning as it hit the back of my throat. I ran my nails along the inside of his thighs and he pushed his hips up against me. As he opened his legs, trying to get closer to me, I let him fall out of my mouth so I could suck on his balls. He moaned into me, his fingers pinching and stroking my clit as he fucked me with his tongue. Shit, this wasn't going to last long. I licked his cock again, sucking hard on the head and we both lost the ability to speak as we came quickly in each other's mouths. He tasted sweet and salty… and I came again as he pushed his fingers inside me roughly.

Oh damn, I didn't think she could come that hard. Seriously. She was so tight as she came around my fingers. Finally, she stopped moving and I pulled my hand out of her. She whimpered before collapsing on top of me, her curly hair tickling my cock as she kissed my thigh and ran her hands over my skin, so sensitive from the pleasure she'd just given me.

Did I still have that scarf around my head? I nearly laughed as I pulled it off. Damn, she was a sight, her body spread out before me, her pussy all swollen pink and wet. I loved knowing I made her that… spent. That was the only word for it. I felt like we could curl up on her bed and sleep for a week now.

But we didn't have a week. We had a few hours. 36 or something like that. I tried to push those thoughts out of my head. I didn't want to be a ticking stopwatch for the next day. I needed to just enjoy being here, in this moment. Damn, this was a good moment to get stuck in, too.

Reaching up, I untied the scarf around my wrist and flexed my hand. Shit, that hurt. I must have been straining against it.

"Rache?" I whispered, but she didn't move, just moaned softly against me. "Come here, sweetie."

She didn't stir, so I gently lifted her leg over my body so I could move out from under her. She smiled as I crawled down to her end of the bed, stretching out against her and pulling her into my arms. At once she tangled her legs in mine and wrapped her arms around my neck, offering her mouth up to me. Such a pretty mouth she had… I kissed her gently, and she murmured against my lips, opening her mouth and greedily tasting me.

"I love you," I whispered when she finally pulled away from my lips to breathe and she nodded, laying her head on my chest and falling asleep against me.

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