Oreos for Breakfast: Nick BSB Fiction

Oreos for Breakfast - Chapter 24

By
The Paperbag Princess & The Pumpkin Coach

NOTE: The visual A.D.I.D.A.S. precedes Chapter 24

Holy shit. Was she trying to kill me? This was unfair! How was I supposed to do a whole show when my girlfriend would be sitting there looking like that?

AJ gave her a wolf whistle and ran over to her side. I couldn't even move. She was way too gorgeous to be mine.

"Babe, dump the blond one. You know I'm all the man you'll ever need!"

She smiled at him. "Sarah does say you're fabulous."

He scowled at her and then got distracted by her shirt. "Very sexy… I like this thing." He pulled her black shirt aside to touch the camisole she was wearing underneath.

"I'm black and blue, get it?" she asked with a smile.

Fuck. Like the see-through shirt and tiny black leather skirt wasn't enough. No, that was the top from the lingerie she'd worn the other night, wasn't it?

Looking up, she caught my eye and smiled. Yeah, that was definitely what she'd worn the other night. Was she wearing underwear under that skirt, or was she totally playing into my fantasy?

Dismissing AJ, she walked over to me, her eyes never leaving mine. I ran my hands over my face, and she laughed at my overwhelmed expression. "As good as you imagined?" she wondered, standing next to me.

"Better, Rache. Unbelievably better."

Grinning, she glanced around the room. "I see a few road cases around, could…"

I cut her off by pulling her into my arms. "Think the fellas would mind if I fucked you right here?"

"They'd probably enjoy the show, but I'm not sure that I know them that well yet," she admitted.

I had to kiss her. Fuck, I just had to prove to myself that she was mine. She melted into me, wrapping her arms around my neck, and I held her as close as I could. "Come on," I whispered, as we broke apart, leading her into the hallway.

"Where are we going?" she asked, and I shrugged, trying a door.

"Anywhere we can be alone for a minute."

Giggling, she let go of my hand to try another door, and after a minute, she called my name. I looked up from my door and she grinned at me, turning the doorknob. "It even locks."

Ten seconds, and the door was locked behind us. I had her pinned up against the wall of a tiny bathroom, kissing her everywhere, moaning into her mouth when she pressed up against me. I reached under her skirt to discover she was wearing underwear. And a garter belt. Jesus.

"Underwear, buttercup?" I teased, and she smiled, taking my hand and leading it to the side.

"One… tug…" she murmured, and I shuddered a bit, remembering that phone call when she told me about the new underwear she'd gotten in the UK. The ones that would fall off when I untied the bows on either side.

Still holding my hand, she brought it up to her breasts, letting me feel them. "No bra," I noted, and she nodded, her eyelids fluttering shut as I pinched her nipple lightly.

"Kate said I shouldn't wear anything under this shirt, but I thought you might like the silk thing…"

"I love the silk thing," I agreed, moving my hand underneath it to cup her bare breast. "But I love your skin more."

Smiling, she tried to slip her hands under my shirt, but my undershirt was tucked in. "Stage clothes," I explained. I had too many quick changes. I always made sure I was covered up.

Pouting, she moved her hands to my pants, cupping my ass and pushing me against her hips. "You have a condom in your pocket, right?"

"And have it fall out on stage in front of the whole world?"

Our eyes met for a moment as we realized something. "I don't have any pockets," she whined, and I had to laugh.

Damnit! Why didn't I think of that? I was always good with the condoms.

Laughing, he kissed me again. "We still could."

"No," I told him. It hadn't been that long since we'd both been with other people. Always with condoms, but… no. His face fell as he met my eyes.

"Shit," he muttered, looking away from me, and I kissed him.

"Besides, it's messy without one, and we've only got about five minutes."

"Ten," he asserted, kissing my neck. "Fifteen. At least twenty!"

I laughed. "Maybe ten. There are other things we can do, baby. Frank promised me we'd get some privacy on the plane. Just think how good it'll be if we wait…"

He eased his hand between my thighs again, and I heard myself groan as he touched my clit through my silk panties. "I don't know if I can wait to put my cock inside your juicy cunt, Rache. Haven't we waited enough? You're so wet…"

"I am," I whispered. "I don't think I can wait for anything. Fuck me with your fingers, Nick. Please."

I untied the underwear quickly, and then he slid two fingers inside me with no resistance, making us both moan. "God, Rache, you feel so hot and tight and wet… how long have you been like this?"

"Days, I think. I had to make myself come on the flight out here," I admitted.

He captured my lips in his, thrusting his fingers inside me deeper, touching my clit with his thumb, and I cried out. "Did you do this?" he demanded. "Did you lock yourself in the bathroom on the plane and touch yourself? What did you think about?"

"I thought about your cock. How it feels when it pounds inside me, deeper and faster and… God! More, baby, please," I begged, and he thrust harder, almost lifting me off the ground with his movements. His other arm came around me, holding me steady as I moved in time with his fingers. "I thought about this slutty outfit you wanted me to wear, and leaning over a gig box as you slammed into my cunt."

"You liked that, didn't you? You liked the thought of everyone watching us while I fuck you. Do you think the guys will hear us tonight, when we're on the plane?"

They probably would if I screamed like that again. Fuck, they could probably hear us now, and I didn't care, moaning out his name as I came around his fingers. Catching my breath, I looked up at him as he sucked his fingers, and I shuddered.

"You're so sweet, buttercup," he whispered, leaning down to kiss me. I wrapped my arms around his neck, leaning into him as I tried to breathe again. He let me be quiet for a moment, but I could feel his erection pressing into my stomach. I ached to just fuck him, but fell to my knees instead.

"Rache," he said, stopping me as I reached out to unzip him, and I looked up at him. "You don't have to…"

Laughing, she moved my hands away. "Nick, you're wearing leather pants, ready to go on stage, and I look like a groupie. Enjoy it."

"I don't think you look like a slut. I don't think you…"

But I couldn't talk anymore as she freed my cock from my pants. Just her hands on my skin felt amazing.

"I know you don't, bunny," she said. "But be a rock star for a minute. You're allowed. Think about it this way… there is no way in hell you're ever going to fuck me on stage, so enjoy the naughty rock star blowjob."

Well… if it meant that much to her… She looked up at me as her mouth surrounded my cock and I moaned, falling back against the wall. Fuck, that looked so amazing. I loved that she smiled as she sucked my cock, her tongue doing amazing things. I wasn't even sure exactly what they were, just that she knew every spot that made me cry out.

Reaching up, she used her hands to stroke me as her head bobbed back and I couldn't watch any more. It was too much. Like my own private porn movie, starring my amazing girlfriend. She hummed against my cock, enjoying it, and I felt myself coming, slamming my head back against the wall.

She kept her mouth on me as I came, finally sitting back and looking up at me with a smile. "You should try to draw the naughty fantasies out a little, bunny," she teased.

I knelt down next to her, wrapping my arms around her and then sitting back, taking her with me. "Later. We'll have hot plane sex."

"Mmm, I like that," she agreed, snuggling against me and running her fingers over my stomach. My cock bobbed up at the feeling and she laughed softly, running her hands over my cock again, like she didn't want to stop touching me.

"I love you, Rachel," I whispered. "Thank you so much for being here."

"I love you, too, sweetie. I wanted to be here. Besides, tomorrow is going to be all depressing and serious, we needed some time for the sex."

I laughed, holding her against my chest and running my fingers through her hair. She was the smartest woman in the world, wasn't she?

As soon as the boys came off stage after their final encore, they were surrounded. Kevin was shouting about Carlos, his bodyguard, but everyone seemed to be talking at once. I tried to move over to them, but it was too crazy. Instead I staked out a spot on the far wall and just watched them, trying not to be in anyone's way.

The show had been great… full of funny pranks from the crew. When ping-pong balls fell during one of the ballads, I thought for sure that one of the boys was going to fall and break his neck. But they managed to do every song like the professionals they were, just taking the little interruptions in stride.

During the bit where Backstreet disappeared into a trunk on-stage, the entire crew had taken turns coming up it and onto the stage. It was hilarious until Carlos fell off the front of the stage.

I'd never seen Frank move so fast. He was the first one to Carlos, helping him up and rushing backstage. I'd heard someone talking about an ambulance and looked around. Sure enough, no Carlos. I hoped he was okay.

Frank had asked if I wanted in on the pranks before the show started and who was I to refuse a can of silly string when it was offered? I might be pulling it out of my boyfriend's hair all night. Even now, nearly an hour later, I could still see some on the back of his head.

Their publicist was talking, and Nick looked around, finally catching my eye. I waved and his face lit up as he smiled, trying to move away from the group, but Frank caught his arm. He glared back at Frank and held out a hand, motioning for me to join him. As soon as I was near enough, he pulled me against his side, wrapping an arm around my waist. Still half-listening to the publicist, he leaned down and kissed me quickly.

"I'm so glad you came, buttercup," he whispered against my lips.

"It was awesome, bunny. Is Carlos okay?"

He shrugged, and I dropped it, letting him listen to his instructions. There were two vans outside, and the boys had time for a quick shower and then we were leaving.

"And we shower alone, Nicky!" Howie giggled as he saw my eyes widen at the thought of a shower. We could run upstairs… oh, that'd be better than fucking on the plane later. Lola always told us we had 15 minutes when we really had 30 or 45… plenty of time for a quickie.

"But I wanted to shower with you, Howie!" Nick whined back, making everyone laugh.

"Yeah, I'm just the cover for the two of you!" I quipped, letting go of Nick as the boys started off toward their dressing rooms. He caught me back, though, steering me down the hallway.

"15 minutes, Nick!" Frank yelled as we got to the dressing room door, the same one that the others had disappeared into moments earlier. Fuck. Communal dressing room, I'd forgotten that.

"I'll wait for you in the van, baby."

"No. The guys won't mind…"

I laughed, "Yeah, right. Come on. You've been so patient, Nicky. Just think how hot it's gonna be…" I wrapped my arms around him, looking up to him as his mouth found mine. God, I loved kissing this man. Everything else seemed to fall away, the sounds and everyone rushing around us, as I lost myself in the feeling of his tongue filling my mouth and his hands tangled in my hair.

He had me pinned against the wall, and when we pulled apart, I grabbed his hand in mine. Bringing it up to my mouth, I sucked one long finger into my mouth, biting down gently.

"Damn, baby, you're killing me here," he sighed.

"That's the idea," I whispered, and he leaned his head down again to kiss me. Suddenly his hands were under my skirt, fondling my ass, and I tried to squirm away.

"No one's watching, baby." Indeed, we were at the end of the hallway, and it was pretty empty. The rest of the boys were making good use of their limited time to shower and change for the flight. "Just a quick feel," he whispered against my ear as I felt his fingers against my hip. He pulled at one of the bows, and I felt my panties loosen as he touched my bare skin.

"So soft," he smiled as his hand cupped my pussy, his fingers teasing me. As he kissed me his hand moved to my other hip. Before I could protest, both sides were undone and he was smirking at me as he stuffed my panties in his pocket to hide them.

Shit!

"Stay here, baby." He licked his lips before disappearing inside the dressing room.

I didn't dare move. I wore this tiny skirt and sexy stockings for him, that was part of the fantasy, but I didn't think he'd take it that far. One little breeze and everyone back here was going to have quite a show. I heard someone yelling at him as he reappeared holding one of his coats. "Wear this, it's chilly out."

Chilly my ass. Be less so if he didn't have my panties, huh? But he ignored my look, smirking as he wrapped me in his coat before running off to take his shower.

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