Oreos for Breakfast: Chapter 25

Oreos For Breakfast: Chapter 25
By the Paperbag Princess and Pumpkin Coach

"Buttercup…" his voice was soft against my skin, and I opened one eye, looking up at him.

"What?"

"It's going to rain. We should go inside."

"It won't rain. It never rains in Florida. You said so." I liked it right here, the sun warm on my back. I was having one of those great half-awake dreams, where Nick was touching me everywhere, making my skin tingle as he stroked it gently…

"It sometimes rains in Miami, baby."

I looked at the sky over the ocean. "It's sunny. The girl who did my toes said it was going to rain tonight. Not now."

He was trying not to laugh at me, I could tell. He always wanted to laugh at me when I was half-asleep. "Sit up, Rache."

Sighing, I sat up, turning when he pointed back to the hotel. Oh. That was a big dark cloud. A crack of thunder sounded, and I wasn't the only one on the beach who jumped. "We shouldn't be under this umbrella!" I yelled, and he laughed.

"I think maybe we should go in," he agreed, grabbing some of our stuff. I crammed the rest into my bag, and we took off, but we were drenched before we even got to the pool area. He tried to hold my sarong over our heads, but it was useless. It was pouring, and we laughed as we ran with the other few people who were still outside as we made our way in.

Hotel staff was waiting for us inside with towels and I wrapped one around myself, shivering when the air conditioning hit my wet skin. Nick put his arms around me in the elevator and I snuggled up to him, joking with the other couple that was on with us. But they got off several floors before us, and we realized we hadn't put in the key to get us to the penthouse. Giggling, we got off on the next floor and started looking through my beach bag.

"It's in the little pocket," I instructed, and he pulled it out, along with a condom.

"Where did you think we'd use this?" he asked, giggling again. Fuck, I loved that giggle. Glancing down the hall and finding it empty, I stepped closer to him, wrapping my towel around the both of us.

"You know I like to be prepared." Backing him against the wall, I rubbed against him as we kissed, feeling him harden against me. "I was having the best dream when you woke me up, Nicky."

"About what?" he wondered, licking his lips as I reached between us, running my hand down his stomach.

"Your hands on my body. And this inside me…" I grasped his cock and he gasped.

"Rache…" he hissed. "Anyone could walk by."

"I know," I nodded. "They'd see me touching you, wouldn't they? They'd see how you bite your lip when you first feel my hands on you. Would they see how big you are?"

The elevator pinged at us and he jumped, trying to move away from me as the doors opened. Luckily, no one was on it, and he dragged me inside, fumbling to put the key in for the penthouse. I took the key from him, letting our towel fall to the floor. As the doors closed, he pulled me up against his body, nibbling at my ear. "No one will see us now."

Good thing, because he untied my bikini top, yanking it off my body. Half-naked in an elevator. I'd never done that before. It felt delicious, his hands roaming over my wet skin as his tongue invaded my mouth. When I opened my eyes, I could see our blurry reflection in the polished metal of the doors, until they opened.

My heart leapt for a worried second, and then I remembered it was a private floor. Unless there was hotel staff here, we were safe. He was distracted by my breasts, and I backed off the elevator, pulling him with me. "I need to dry off, baby. I'm cold."

He wouldn't stop kissing me, so we stumbled into our room and I kicked the door shut behind us. Every window in the suite was open, and the wind was making all of the curtains billow. Fuck it. It didn't look like rain was coming in, and I liked the wildness of the air everywhere. I managed to lead him into the bathroom, and he grabbed a towel before I could, running it all over my body, drying me carefully. This was almost as good as the dream I was having on the beach…

"What's this?" he asked, falling to his knees in front of me as he pulled down my bikini bottoms.

Giggling, I looked down at him. "While I was at the spa, I got a bikini wax. I had her make it into a heart, just for you."

"You didn't get my initials?"

"What, this isn't good enough?" I thought it was sorta cute. I knew it would elicit this smile from him, all amused and sweet. I loved that smile.

But, shit, I loved his tongue more. He traced the heart carefully, leaning me against the countertop, and then ran his tongue slowly between my thighs, not touching my clit, just teasing. I grabbed a handful of his wet hair, ready to guide him to where I needed him, when the bathroom door blew open, and I jumped away.

Laughing, he sprawled back on the floor. "Just the wind, buttercup. Should we close the windows before you pull out all of my hair?"

"No, I like the wind." I tossed him one of the hotel robes. "Lose the suit and put this on."

"Why?"

I just smiled, pulling on the other robe. "Come with me." After a moment, he followed me into the bedroom, where I was searching for the condoms. Finding one, I led him out to our balcony, ignoring his questions. This was pretty private, right? We were the penthouse. Besides it was raining, making it hard to see too far.

Glancing around, I settled on the table and sat on the edge, pulling him towards me. "What are you doing, baby?" he whispered, his voice husky, his breath against my ear making me shudder. Wrapping one leg around his waist, I kissed him, melting into his body as his hands cupped my face, his thumbs stroking my cheeks. The wind swirled around us, and I could hear the rain, but I was warm and safe in his arms, even in the middle of the storm.

Unable to wait any longer, I fumbled for his cock through his robe, and he sighed against me when I found it. Leaning my head on his chest, I looked down, watching as I rolled on the condom. "Do I have to keep the robe on?" he wondered, and I nodded, opening my legs and pushing the fabric of my own robe aside.

"It would be just our luck to have paparazzi nearby. This is still good."

He groaned as I guided him inside me, so I took that as agreement. After a moment, we found the right angle and rhythm, and I cried out as he moved against me more forcefully. "Okay?" he asked, looking down at me, and I nodded, biting lightly at his neck.

"More," I pleaded, and he lifted my leg, thrusting inside me again. God, more. I could never get enough of him. I loved the way he filled me. It was like my entire body fit against his, he could touch every part of me. He slipped his hands under my robe, so that he could spread my legs farther, and I rocked against him, feeling him deep inside me.

"Fuck, Rache," he bit out, his breathing heavy. "You are so… " But he didn't finish, just moaned as I raised my hips to meet his. Smiling, I leaned back on my hands, letting him grab my hips, pulling me into him on every thrust. We moved together, looking at one another as his cock slid inside me, again and again. He bit his lip, studying me, and I knew he wanted more. Could I do more on this table? With my luck, I'd fall off if we tried. Considering the railing behind us, I put a hand on his chest, and he slowed his movements.

"Let's move," I suggested, and he stepped away from me reluctantly, staggering a bit as he slid completely out of my pussy. I could tell he was at the stage where he might just do everything I asked, so I walked over to the railing, bracing my arms against it and looking over my shoulder at him. "Think we can do it?"

Always one to accept a challenge, he moved behind me, gathering up my robe and then I felt his hands on my ass. I screamed into the storm when he pounded his cock inside me again. No one heard that, right? He leaned over me, biting on my ear as his hands grabbed my ass. God, that felt good. Sometimes when he took me from behind it was just a little rough and… I moaned loudly as he moved inside me. "Someone might hear," he warned, and I nodded. "If they looked over now, they'd definitely be able to tell what we're doing, wouldn't they?"

"Yes," I admitted. "So do it harder." He slammed his hips against me and I whimpered. Two more seconds of this and I'd come. "Faster," I begged, but he shook his head.

"Not yet," he disagreed. "Too soon. Watch the rain, Rachel."

But I couldn't. I shut my eyes, concentrating on how his cock felt inside me, pounding in and out as I whispered for him to do it more, harder, faster. All I could feel was him, his hands, his cock, his breath on my neck as he whispered to me how good I felt against him. "I need more, Rache," he begged, his hands moving down my body, tugging at the sash of my robe. The air felt cool against my hot skin, and I shivered.

But there was too much fabric, and he pulled out of me suddenly, spinning me around to face him. "More. I need to see you, baby. I can't…"

He kissed me savagely, clasping my body to his, but all I could feel was the soft silk of his robe. Panting, he let me go, pushing the robe off my shoulders, but I caught it back. I knew that overwhelmed look in his eyes, and in two seconds, we'd be naked and we might be fucking so hard one of us would tumble over the railing.

She ducked away from me, and I turned, watching as she backed into the hotel room, her eyes never leaving mine as she opened her robe slightly, revealing one breast to me and then closing it again. We'd somehow ended up at the door to the living room, not the bedroom, but that didn't stop her. She laid down on the floor, opening her robe around her finally, and holding out a hand to me.

I didn't hesitate, falling on top of her, kissing every inch of her bare skin that I could touch. This is what I needed. I needed all of her, open and naked and begging for me. Outside was fun, but I needed more.

"God, Nick, fuck me," she hissed, wiggling away from my lips on her breasts. "I can't stand it. I need you inside me again, I am so fucking close…"

Watching her face closely, I slammed inside her, rewarded by her harsh cry of pleasure. I couldn't do this outside, I couldn't hold her arms above her head and feel her writhe against me when I pounded inside her. Her cries grew louder, chanting my name as she wrapped her legs around my waist, raising her hips up to meet my thrusts.

Letting go of her hands, I bent one of her legs back, opening her further and she came with a scream, shuddering beneath me. It never took anything more than seeing that look on her face to push me over the edge, and I felt my orgasm move through my entire body, leaving me shaking, collapsed against her.

How did she do this? Why could I never get enough of her? I didn't want to move. Ever. I wanted to just lie here on the floor with her forever. I gathered her into my arms, rolling us over so I wasn't crushing her any longer, and she moved with me, not letting me go. Soft, I slid out of her, and she whimpered, snuggling closer. "I love you," she whispered.

I tried to answer, but I couldn't speak around the lump in my throat. Sometimes I couldn't breathe, I loved her so much. There weren't really words for that. Sex wasn't enough. I didn't know what to do, how to show her that I loved her.

When I didn't answer, she looked up, smiling sweetly when she met my eyes.

Shit. How could a smile make me cry like that?

Sitting up a little, she gathered me into her arms, kissing my forehead and wiping away my tears as I tried to stop. "You don't have to cry for me, bunny," she teased gently. "That sorta blew my mind, too."

"Don't see you crying," I muttered, taking a deep breath, and she laughed.

"Someone has to hold it together. I'll cry next time. I had to be sane out there for a minute, or we might have fucked ourselves over the balcony."

I laughed, sitting up and reaching over to find the tissues. First I dealt with the condom, and then I wiped my face. I didn't really know what my next step out there was going to be. She was probably right. "That would probably be worse than naked pictures, huh?"

Grinning, she snuggled up against me again, and I wrapped my arms around her. I didn't want to stop touching her. I wasn't sure I could if I had to. "Yes," she agreed. "No plausible deniability there."

Holding her close, I looked around the room. This carpet was sticking to my ass. We needed to move. What was that, next to the TV? "Rache?"

"Yes, bunny?" she responded, trailing her hand lightly up and down my thigh. Did she really think that would work?

Who was I kidding? Five minutes, I'd be ready for more sex on the floor. Okay, maybe on the bed this time. The tub?

"Um… oh. Why are there Cheetos next to the TV?"

Squealing, she jumped up, going over to check. "Cheetos and Doritos and chocolate. And Coke and Corona and lots of silly movies. Damn, I love this hotel."

I joined her, picking up one of the DVDs. "Halloween?"

"I thought it was good timing," she grinned, opening one of the soda bottles and taking a long drink. She offered it to me, but I ignored it, looking at her.

"Did we tell the hotel we were planning on staying in tonight?"

"I did," she said with a smirk, looking very pleased with herself. "When you went in for a swim at one point, I called on my cell and told them to stock up for an evening in. You didn't even notice the candles all around the tub, did you?"

I thought back. We were in the bathroom… no. I didn't notice anything but her. Reaching between her legs, I patted her curly heart. "I liked this surprise better."

She kissed me. "But the tub will be nice, too. Let's do that now. I'm all sticky."

But I didn't let her dance away, holding her close while I flipped through the stack of movies. "You didn't get 'When Harry Met Sally', buttercup."

"No, this was your surprise," she assured me. "I got creepy movies. Will you protect me from the evil slashers?"

"I'll let you in on a secret, Rache. Guys just like horror movies because then we get an excuse to hold the girls when they scream."

"I always thought as much. C'mon, let's take a bath, and then curl up with movies and junk food."

Did it get better than this?

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