Oreos for Breakfast: Chapter 25

Where the hell was I? This wasn't a hotel room. It was…

Nick. I smiled as I remembered where I was. Nick's apartment in Tampa. Today was the first day of my vacation with him. I was going to meet his friends and get to know his family and spend every night sleeping with his long body curled around mine. I snuggled back to feel his arms around me again and felt cool sheets instead.

Sitting up, I looked around the room. No Nick in the bed. The door to the bathroom was open, and I didn't hear anything. Half a chocolate cake on the floor… oh, that had been fun. I never knew you could have so much fun with a chocolate cake and a silly boyfriend.

Where the fuck was he? It was only 8 in the morning. No way was he awake. I had jet lag to blame, but he didn't. Didn't we promise to sleep together every night? Was I in the wrong house? Were my memories of last night just hallucinations brought on by sugar overload? Because if he wasn't here, then I'd eaten all that cake by myself.

No, he had to be here someplace. Maybe he was making us breakfast? I brushed my teeth and stole a t-shirt from his dresser and pulled on a pair of panties that I knew he'd like, even if the shirt did hang down around my knees. Spying the condoms on the bedside table, I grabbed one, dropping it into the pocket on the shirt. Wasn't that clever? We needed to break in this apartment, after all. Then I went downstairs, carrying the remains of the cake. The sound of the TV led me to my boyfriend. He was sound asleep on the couch, the remote still in his hand.

I carefully took the remote and switched off the TV, and then just looked at him for a moment. He was so beautiful when he slept, his face peaceful and relaxed, his hair everywhere. He was wearing a t-shirt and boxers. Guess he'd given up on the slinky lingerie, too. Then again, our lingerie probably had chocolate icing all over it… could I wash those? Or were they dry clean only? Did you take sexy silk lingerie to the cleaners? Would they sell my secrets to the tabloids?

Shaking thoughts of cleaning out of my head, I considered my beautiful boyfriend again. How long had he been here? Had he been here all night? Why didn't he sleep with me? All I could remember was hot, cake-fueled sex, and then falling asleep in his arms, candlelight casting shadows over us.

Looking around, I noted that all the candles were out. He must have slipped out of bed after I fell asleep to snuff the candles, and ended up sleeping here. We'd already fucked up our promise to sleep together every night, and we'd only been together a day. Less than a day, even.

Maybe I could wake him up enough to get him to come back to bed, and then we'd sleep for a few more hours… My stomach rumbled and I nixed that idea. Food first… and then more sleeping. I'd bring him breakfast on the couch. He had to have something to fix for breakfast, right?

Or not. There were some frozen pizzas in the freezer that looked about a year old, and that was about it. Some limes for the Corona in the door, a water filter half-full and the wine we didn't even open last night. No eggs, no cereal, no bread for toast, not even any coffee. He did a great job on dinner last night, but that was as far as he'd gotten, evidently.

"I'm hungry!"

I woke up as someone pounced on top of me.

"You have no food. This is absolutely the stereotypical bachelor pad… a million-dollar TV, plenty of beer and no food. I guess I should be happy you don't have a mirror over the bed, huh?"

Rachel was talking a mile a minute, her hair surrounding us as she looked down at me, her warm body on top of mine. Who needed food when I had her?

"Speaking of bed, why the hell did you sleep here?"

Where? I turned my head to look, but got a face full of hair instead. Giggling, she moved, leaning her head on my chest, and I looked around the living room. Why did I sleep here?

"I thought we were going to sleep together every night, bunny. I'm not sure that in the same house counts. Was I hogging the covers?"

I wrapped my arms around her, trying to remember. "What time is it?"

"Eight something. Early, I know. I'm still jet lagged."

I laughed. "Do you have any idea what time you fell asleep?"

"Midnight?" she guessed, and I laughed again.

"8:14, Rache."

"What?" she shrieked, looking up at me, and I cupped her face in my hands, smiling.

"I was lying there after we made love, holding you and watching you sleep, and thinking how great it was that we'd get to spend every night together for weeks, and how I loved falling asleep with you in my arms, but after a while, I couldn't figure out why I wasn't tired. Then I looked at the clock. It was 8:14. So you'd been asleep for a little while by then, buttercup."

She looked mortified. "Sorry, bunny…"

I kissed her. Fuck the morning breath. "It's fine. I got out of bed and blew out the candles and… I washed your clothes!"

"You washed my clothes?" she repeated incredulously.

"I did." I was pretty proud of myself for that one. "So you'll have clean jeans when we shop. Or…" Shit. Did I put those in the dryer? I sat down to watch some TV while they were in the washer, right? I didn't remember putting them in the dryer. If I'd put them in the dryer, I would have gone up to bed, right? Damnit.

"What, bunny?" she asked, giving me that little amused smile that I loved. "Did you wash my whites with my darks?"

"Umm… yeah. And I didn't even put them in the dryer," I had to admit. She only had the one outfit. One pair of jeans wasn't a full load, was it? "I'll go and do it now," I offered, but she laughed, dropping her head to my chest again.

"Don't worry about it. But we suck on the promise to sleep together every night."

"We can blame it on the jet lag. We might need to make up for lost time, though…" Reaching down, I settled her hips against mine so that she could feel my growing erection. Damn… that felt good.

She wiggled her hips against mine, shooting me a sexy look that made me catch my breath. "Were you watching naughty movies while I was asleep?"

"Why would I watch a cheap imitation when I had the real thing in my bed? No, I watched SportsCenter and fell asleep halfway through it."

"I wish you'd come upstairs, bunny. I missed you."

I raised an eyebrow at her. "I left about 12 hours ago, Rache. I don't think you noticed I was gone."

She pouted at me. "Well… I woke up and I was sad."

"I thought you were hungry," I countered.

"That too," she admitted. "Which brings us back to the point that you have no food. We need to go out."

"I'm sure I can find somewhere to deliver us breakfast," I protested, moving my hips against her just to make her giggle.

"We need to buy food so we can make dinner for your friends tonight."

"Screw them. I'll tell them not to come."

"All of my clothes are in Marathon or in the washer."

I slipped my hands inside her panties, cupping her ass and pushing her against my cock again. "That is just fine with me."

"I don't think I can wear my lingerie when I meet your family, bunny." I shouldn't tell her that I washed that, too, huh?

"You don't need to meet my family, Rache. Really. We'll just stay here and order in. This is a nice apartment. I've got a big bed, and this nice couch, and a hot tub and everything. What else do we need?"

Reaching between us into the pocket of the t-shirt she was wearing, she produced a condom. "Eventually we will run out of these."

"I can definitely think of worse things than that, buttercup." I took it from her. "Why do you have that? Hoping to get lucky?"

She laughed, moving against me again. "Oh, is that what this is? Luck?" Before I could answer, she slid down my body, finally kneeling between my legs. She pulled off my shorts, smiling as my cock bobbed up to meet her. "Good morning, Thor."

"I thought we'd forgotten about that nickname, Rache," I complained, and she wrapped her hand around me, stroking gently. Damn, I loved her hands. She had calluses from playing guitar, and they felt amazing when she stroked my skin.

"But it's so fitting, Nick. God of thunder and all that. Rocks my world."

I just rolled my eyes, reaching out for her. "Come here, buttercup. Let me touch you." Standing up, she pulled off her clothes, and I sighed, running a hand down her side. "You're beautiful, baby."

She shook her head before she straddled my body again and helped me pull off my T-shirt. "Just don't look too hard. I'm probably smelly, too… but you don't care, do you?"

I laughed, pulling her body down to me and sniffing her skin, making her laugh and squirm against me. Oh, the squirming thing is good, too. "You smell delicious, Rache. Like…" I sniffed her neck and she giggled, "Chocolate cake and sex…"

"We're back to chocolate sex again, bunny?"

I just nodded as I kissed my way down to her chest. Forget breakfast, all I needed was Rachel. My stomach growled at that moment and she fell beside me, laughing. "Maybe we should have cake for breakfast?"

"Mmmm… cake for breakfast! You'd taste even better with chocolate icing…" I whispered against her skin as I attacked her again. Pushing her legs open, I settled against her. Instinctively she rose up to meet my hips and I felt her wetness against my cock. Slipping against her, I looked down, watching as my cock hit her clit and made her moan. Screw the chocolate icing.

She moaned loudly, squirming against me as I buried my face between her legs, licking her like a lollipop and finding that pattern that she loved. I loved hearing her instruct me as her hands gripped my head and guided my mouth to where she needed it. Just as she was about to break, I sank two fingers inside her and felt her pussy contract against me.

"Oh God damn! Fuck me, Nick… please," I pleaded as his lips encased my clit and I felt his slippery tongue against me over and over and… Christ, he was good at this. I came against his face and barely caught my breath before I felt his cock against me.

"Look at me, baby," he commanded and I opened my eyes to see him smirking down at me.

"Pleased with yourself, are you?"

He wiggled an eyebrow at me teasingly, "Aren't you? Damn, Rache, I missed you…"

His hands cupped my ass, pulling me against him as I felt him enter me fully. God of thunder didn't even begin… he pounded inside me and I felt my second orgasm building quickly. Raising my legs, his balls hit my ass with every thrust. Leaning up, I licked his nipple and then bit down lightly, making him move faster. God, I loved making him this hot.

Sucking on his nipple, I ran my hand down his stomach until I could feel where he was entering me. Damn, that was amazing. I slid two fingers between us, stroking his hard cock as he pulled out and then sank back inside me.

His head fell to my shoulder as he moaned my name. It was like I could feel him concentrating on fucking me. In and out and in and… I couldn't wait much longer, I wanted to come again and feel him shatter against me. Reaching around him, I grabbed onto his ass, my fingernails biting into his skin as he pounded inside me.

"More, Nick… " I gasped and I felt his eyelashes on my skin as he closed his eyes tightly. I could tell he was holding back… waiting for me. Quickly, I ran my fingers between his cheeks, finding my target and letting just the tip of my wet finger stroke him.

"Fuck!" he screamed, pulling back as he felt my slick finger against him there.

His eyes were wide and questioning as I stroked his bud while gripping his cock buried inside me. Was this new for him? I pressed inside just a little and he groaned, a sound that started deep in his chest and told me this was okay.

"Relax for me, baby," I whispered as his lips found mine. He whimpered against my lips as I moved my finger around his opening slowly, but deliberately, as he relaxed under my touch. "Keep moving," I pleaded.

He was good at obeying me during sex. That was good, right? Right now it was. His cock moved deeper inside me and I felt him pressing against my cervix. I knew from the sound of his breathing he wouldn't be able to hold on much longer and I pushed my finger into him, searching for that magic button that would make him see stars.

"Damn," he bit out, his breath hot against my chest as I found my target. His entire body tensed and he shot hard inside me as I pushed against that soft spot inside him. As he rode out his orgasm, I rubbed against him, seeking my own release.

Exhausted, he collapsed on top of me and I wrapped my legs around his hips, running my hands over his soft ass. Neither one of us could talk for a second as we tried to catch our breath.

I collapsed against her and she just held onto me tightly, riding out her climax. What the hell just happened? We'd had a lot of good sex before but that was… amazing. How was a quickie on the couch that fucking amazing? And why had she never used that trick before?

I was too content to move. Not yet. She felt so good here in my arms. Sighing she ran her hands along my back, and I shivered as a breeze blew in the window.

"Cold, bunny?"

I shook my head. "You wore me out, buttercup. Can I sleep here for a week now?"

She laughed, "But I'm hungry."

"You are so picky," I teased, suddenly finding the energy to move. I pulled back and our eyes met as I slipped out of her.

"That's why you love me! C'mon," she rolled off the couch, offering me her hand. We stood up and I looked around the room quickly. Not finding a trashcan or anything, I reached over for my t-shirt and used it to pull off the condom and clean up a little.

Her nose wrinkled and I rolled my eyes. "You're the one who wanted to break in the couch."

She giggled and I pulled her into me for a quick hug, "Ewww… we need a shower now, Nicky."

Following her upstairs, I resisted the urge to attack her again in the shower when both our stomachs growled. But it was still fun to share the shower and the soap and to feel our bodies sliding together… oh, fuck it. Breakfast could wait another fifteen minutes, right?

Finally we stumbled out, laughing as we toweled one another off. In the bedroom, she opened her drawer and pulled on a bra and panties, then struck a pose. "I'm ready. Let's go!"

I started to laugh, and then stopped myself. I never put her clothes in the dryer. Fuck. I was trying to help, and I screwed it all up. Dirty jeans were better than soaking wet jeans. Damnit. "I've got to have something in here…" I told her, going to my closet.

"Doubtful, baby. Even if you didn't wear everything twelve sizes too big, you're a lot bigger than I am."

I held up a pair of shorts to her waist. "Look! They're like regular pants on you."

Humoring me, she stepped into them, and they fell straight to the ground as soon as she let them go. "No belt is going to keep these things on my hips. Besides, James would kill me for the crimes against fashion."

I took the shorts and put them on myself. Okay, I needed a belt, too. Looking into the closet, I noticed some t-shirts on the top shelf. "Saved!"

"Saved?" she questioned, and I handed her a stack of t-shirts.

"I think I've got every size."

She unfolded one and considered it for a moment. Okay, it was advertising one of the Tampa radio stations and it was dorky, but at least it would fit her. "Why do you have this?"

"I did some radio thing for them and they gave me t-shirts for everyone in my family. One of them should fit you."

She found one while I pulled on the first T-shirt in my drawer, then she looked at me. "I've got the top. Any bright ideas on pants?"

"You really don't have anything?"

"I had the jeans I wore on the plane, which are currently in the washer. You were supposed to bring me clothes, remember?"

She was smiling, but I still felt bad. "I'm sorry, Rache. I should have remembered. And I should have put your jeans in the dryer… do you want me to go out and buy you some clothes?"

"Not really. I don't want to stay here and miss you while you're out at the mall flirting with Anna or something."

I just blinked at her for a second. "Flirting? With Anna? I never… hey!"

He left the room, distracted, and I followed him. Did I piss him off with the Anna thing? Why did I say that, anyway? I wasn't worried about her any more, not after the candles and the cake and the romance… Anna was cool. I hadn't even met her and she was cool.

He was in the guest bedroom, opening drawers of the dresser. "I knew she left clothes here!"

Who? Why was there girl's underwear in this dresser?

He looked at it and shut the drawer again. "TMI. I don't need to see Anna's undies. But… here! Sweatpants!" He presented me with a pair.

"Anna's undies?" I asked, hoping I didn't sound suspicious.

Guess I did. Grinning, he pulled me into his arms. "Anna stays here sometimes, remember? When I'm not here."

"Right." I nodded. I did remember that. I was still jet lagged, worrying about Anna again.

He kissed me. "It's cool. She knows its over between us, now that I'm with you."

He couldn't even keep up the pretense to make me believe him for a second. Dork. He started giggling and I moved away from him, picking up the sweatpants on the floor. "Shut up. I just… oh, nevermind. These will work." They were too big, but I rolled down the waistband and they were okay. "Can we get breakfast now?"

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