Oreos for Breakfast: Chapter 27

Oreos For Breakfast: Chapter 27
By the Paperbag Princess and Pumpkin Coach

"Ours!" Rachel giggled, pulling me into the elevator as soon as the doors opened and then hitting the 'close door' button, leaving the rest of her band outside.

"That wasn't very nice, buttercup," I sighed, pulling her up against me. We'd been together all day, but I could still barely keep my hands off her at dinner. At one point, I thought she'd join me when I got up to go to the men's room. She'd been smiling at me wickedly, reaching under the table to run her hand down my thigh every so often, just to tease me.

Our day had gotten much better after we'd left her band at the pool. We'd taken a long bath together, and that somehow ended up with making love on the floor in front of our open balcony doors. I think we both liked the breeze over our bodies and the thought that someone might hear us. Then we'd had cheeseburgers and beer for lunch before collapsing into a 'food coma,' as she called it, napping and watching bad afternoon television.

Somehow we'd still ended up at dinner. I'd tried to get her to cancel, but Jeremy's birthday was right after Christmas, so tonight was their birthday dinner for him before they all went their separate ways for a while. Dinner ended up being a lot of fun, because James and Darien had made it clear that they weren't going to talk about their record contract. I was glad we went, because most of the day, I'd been pissed at all of them for upsetting her. It was good to remember that they really did like each other, even if Jeremy could be a dick most of the time.

They'd given him a small 4-track recorder for his present, and he'd teased her that by the time they saw each other again, he'd have all the demos for their new album. I sort of believed him. Not that this was a long break. Before we knew it, she'd be pulled back for press around the Grammy noms. Was I even allowed to think about that? Probably not. We'd never win a fucking Grammy. We got no respect. I giggled to myself. The wine we had at dinner definitely going to my head.

"What, bunny?"

I shook my head, smiling as I realized she was undressing in front of me.

"Did I ever mention how much I like elevators, Nicky?" she purred as she slowly unbuttoned the sweater she had on over her little sundress.

Stepping closer to her, I ran my hands down her arms, loving the feel of the cashmere under my fingertips. Not as much as her soft skin, though. The last button undone, she let her sweater fall to the floor, and she dropped her hands to my waist, holding on as she tilted her head up to me for a kiss. I could do that. Her lips were warm and slippery against mine, slightly swollen from all the wine and champagne we'd had at dinner. The next thing I knew, she was grabbing my cock through my jeans, making me moan into her open mouth, "Damn, baby… we're almost there."

"Too long," she pouted, moving her hands to the buttons of the loud Hawaiian print shirt she'd made me wear because it had palm trees on it. We sort of matched now, me with the palm tree shirt and her with her palm tree dress. "Do you know how hard it is for me to keep my hands off of you in public, baby?"

I had to smile at that. Yeah, I knew. Sometimes it took every ounce of control I had not to drag her into a dark corner and ravish her. Suddenly her tongue darted out, circling my nipple before she nipped at my skin with her teeth. Just hard enough… damn.

The elevator door opened, and I looked up into the eyes of another hotel guest. Shit! Trying not to laugh, I bent down quickly to pick up her sweater and mumbled 'sorry' as I pulled her over to the far side of the elevator. She giggled, her face turning bright red as she buried her head against my now-exposed chest. The man smiled at me knowingly and I had to bite my lip to keep from cracking up.

As soon as we were safely in our room, we both lost it, though. Rachel collapsed on the bed and pulled me down with her as we laughed until I felt tears running down my cheeks.

"Did you see his face? He so wanted me!" Rachel bragged, laying on her side and inching her dress up her thigh to taunt me.

"Maybe he wanted me. I was the one half-dressed," I teased, joining her on the bed. I pulled the hem of her dress up higher to expose her little lace panties, running my hand over her naked hip and down the outside of her thigh.

"Oh, that would be hot, baby. Watching you with another man." Her voice dropped into that low, sexy tone that I loved when we were talking on the phone. There'd been a lot of that this month. There always was when she was touring. But this time they were just doing shorter sets, so she had lots of free time to talk to me.

I closed my eyes for a moment, savoring the sound of her breathing and the feel of her lace panties as I ran my hand over her ass. "Does that turn you on?" I whispered against her lips before catching them in another kiss. Did that turn me on? Couldn't think about that. This was her fantasy, apparently.

"Mmmm… another man touching your cock. Wrapping his lips around the head like I do. Only it wouldn't be like me, would it? His lips would be fuller… stronger… would that feel good, baby?"

"Damn, Rache… I don't…" I started to protest but she suddenly had my jeans around my ankles and was holding my cock in her hands. Okay, it might excite me a little. But just a little.

"Sure, you do, baby. Close your eyes and imagine it for me." I kicked my shoes off and then heard my jeans hit the floor as she whispered against my lips, "Tell me."

She continued stroking my cock, and I watched as she licked her lips, waiting for me to begin. I had to kiss her. Taste her again. So I leaned down, exploring her mouth with my tongue and feeling the anticipation build as her body writhed next to me. She ran her fingertips lightly over my face, and I took her cue, closing my eyes.

The room was quiet except for the sounds of the ocean drifting up from below and our breathing. She always insisted on keeping our balcony door open when we were on the water so she could smell the warm salt air. Relaxing into the bed, I joined her fantasy.

"The room is dark," I started and felt her nodding against me, licking at one nipple as she pinched the other, encouraging me.

"Am I there?"

"Of course." This was her fantasy, not mine! "I'm in your arms, baby. You're wearing the silk black undies with the little pink bows on the side."

"Easy access," she breathed, taking my hand and guiding it between her legs. She was so wet, but I didn't want to get her off. Not yet. So I barely touched her through the thin fabric, tracing the pattern on the lace instead.

"I love those," I smiled at the memory of taking them from her after our show in Vegas. From her little moans I could tell she was thinking the same thing. "But I can't see them, because you're behind me. Your legs are wrapped around my waist as I lie back in your arms. Your breath is hot and shallow on the back of my neck. God, I feel how much you want me against my back."

She moaned loudly as I slid my fingers inside her panties, grazing her clit with my knuckle. Her mouth latched onto my nipple, sucking fiercely, and I bucked up against her, aching for some relief. But she'd stopped touching my cock. Damn, she was frustrating.

"I do, baby… I want you so bad… but I want to watch, too…"

"He's here," I breathed. "In the shadows at the end of the bed. I can't see him, but you can, can't you?"

She moaned in response, moving her hips against my hand as I teased her.

"Yeah. You can see him, and you tease me, running your hands up and down the insides of my thighs. I'm so hard, Rache. But you won't touch me, will you?"

"I'm torturing you."

"You have no idea, baby."

She giggled at that, her body moving in my arms with each shallow breath.

"And I can't touch you. Not allowed," I teased her, moving my hand away from her center as she followed my command and stroked the insides of my thighs. Instinctively, I opened my legs to give her better access. Damn. "That's so good, Rache… he's inching closer to the bed. My erection is painful as you pant in my ear and the mattress dips down under his weight."

"Can you see him now, baby?" she whispered against my lips as she ran her hand lightly along my length and then reached behind to grasp my balls in her palm. Opening my eyes, I looked down at her. She was beautiful… her skin flushed and warm from the alcohol and fooling around.

"I don't want to think about anyone else… just you, baby," I responded and she looked up at me as I rolled her over, trapping her under the weight of my body. "No one else."

He kissed me so hard, I accidentally bit his lip, but he didn't seem to care, he was so worked up. I'd known he wouldn't see the fantasy out, but damn, it was a good one while it lasted.

I tried to wiggle out of my undies, but he caught my hands, bracing them against my sides as he moved down my body. He pushed my legs open with his weight and sucked me through the soaking fabric. God, that was good. Strong and forceful and urgent… I struggled under him, finally freeing my arms and pulling my dress up so I could touch my breasts as he got me off.

And he did. I shattered quickly, riding out my orgasm as he continued to lick and suck on my thighs. I'd barely caught my breath when he pulled my undies down quickly. I ripped off my dress, throwing it onto the floor and then reached back for a condom. He caught me, though, falling on top of me and pinning me face down on the bed. "Stop."

Stop? But… suddenly I felt him kissing the tattoo at the base of my spine and then his hot, wet tongue traveling down between my cheeks. Damn. I lifted my ass and he slapped me before rubbing his hand over the mark he'd surely made. I couldn't see him, but damn, I could feel him. His mouth against me, his tongue exploring places he'd never… we'd never... I pushed my face into the mattress trying to stifle my moans as I felt his mouth leave me momentarily before being replaced by a long, wet finger pushing against my opening.

"Do you feel him, Rache?" Nick growled as his other hand cupped my pussy while he continued teasing my ass with his tongue. His thumb slid inside my cunt and I didn't know whether to grind down against his hand or up to his mouth. "He's inside you now… or is that me? Who do you want?"

God, I wanted it all. Shit. Rational thought left my body and I just wanted more. Lifting my head, I looked back and nearly lost it at the sight of him behind me. Raising his head, he licked his lips slowly as I felt his index finger push further into my ass as he captured my clit between his fingers. Damn. He wasn't? He wouldn't?

"No…" I heard myself gasp, and suddenly he stopped, turning me over and pulling me up against his warm body. He stroked my hair tenderly, not stopping as his hand traveled down my spine, caressing me lovingly as my body relaxed against him.

"I'm sorry, Rache. Oh, God… I'm…" Worry flashed across his face, and I smiled up at him, stroking his cheek as he looked down at me.

"No, bunny… it was. God. Amazing… just…" There had to be ground rules for this sort of thing, didn't there? I mean… Jeremy and I… I didn't want to think about that now. Then again, I'd started this. Maybe I wanted him to be a little rough… a little different.

I didn't want to freak him out, though, so I offered my mouth up to him, and he followed, kissing me lightly and nibbling playfully at my lips. Reaching between our over-sensitive bodies, I grasped his cock, and his tongue invaded my mouth as I pulled him quickly to the edge of his orgasm before letting him go, reaching back for our discarded condom.

"Fuck me," I commanded, rolling over onto my back, offering myself to him. He was quick to comply, his urgency returning as he entered me quickly. Pushing my legs open, he slammed into me, groaning with every thrust. I raised my hips to meet his, raking my fingers down his back. I didn't have nails to scratch him, but that might be okay…

Reaching down, I ran my fingers over my folds as he moved in and out, caressing his cock. He moaned, holding still as I touched him. "Damn, Rache…" he breathed, his eyes shut so that I could feel his concentration. "I can't… you…"

Smiling at his intent face, I slid my slick thumb over his ass, pressing against his opening. "Fuck me," I ordered again, and as he moved inside me, I pressed inside him, making him whimper.

"That wasn't what I… oh, fuck." He stopped talking, pounding inside me roughly as I moved my thumb inside him deeper and he finally came with a cry, collapsing against me. I let him catch his breath, but he shuddered when I moved my hand, rolling over to lie next to me. Carefully, I removed the condom and tossed it into the trashcan, and then snuggled up against him.

"I wasn't trying to get you to do that," he whispered, and I kissed his chest.

"Because you could have just asked. I had sorta forgotten how much you liked that trick."

Wrapping his arms around me, he stroked my ass. "I do like that trick. But that wasn't what I was thinking of."

I looked up at him. "Then what were you going for?"

"This," he told me, squeezing my cheeks. "I love your ass, Rache. It is a perfect butt and sometimes I just want to eat it up."

That made her giggle, and I smiled at her. "I do! The light just caught it right and I had to have it. I had to worship it properly."

Now she was laughing. "Oh, stop."

"No! Your ass is underrated. Screw J.Lo. You have the best celebrity ass out there."

"It is not better than Shakira's," she countered, and I pretended to consider for a moment.

"Hers is very nice. But have you taken a good look at yours lately?"

"That's slightly difficult, since it's in back of me."

"Well, baby, it's a fine ass. Believe me."

"I do," she said, giggling. "That's very sweet. I'm sorry if I freaked out."

"You didn't. Everything ended up just fine." But I didn't think she'd ever told me 'no' before. Well, besides before we were together, when she'd push me away. Never during actual sex. Nothing was too much for her, and we'd done plenty of interesting things.

"No pun intended," she joked, and I smiled down at her.

"No. But you didn't freak me out. Don't worry, anal sex is not a big deal to me. If you don't like it, that's fine."

"It's not that…" she admitted, tracing the tattoo on my chest. I looked down at her, but she didn't meet my gaze. "I just… I have issues," she finally sighed.

"Jeremy?" I guessed, and she nodded. "What did he do to you?"

Shaking her head, she rolled away from me, looking up at the ceiling. "He didn't hurt me or anything. It was just… I guess it was one of the reasons we broke up."

"Anal sex was one of the reasons you broke up with Jeremy?"

She shrugged, still not looking at me. "It wasn't just that. It was about power and who got to do what to who and…"

But she couldn't… unless… I didn't want to know. Smiling, I leaned over her, making her look at me. "Can we not talk about this now? I'm feeling pretty good here, and I don't want to have to put on my clothes and go find Jeremy to smack him around."

Laughing, she put her arms around my neck, drawing me closer. "That is so fine with me. Can we go in the hot tub?"

I widened my eyes, making her giggle again. "I had forgotten all about the hot tub! That is the best idea I've heard all day!"

Not 5 minutes later, he had all the candles lit and soft music playing on the stereo as we slipped into the hot tub. This was amazing. Just… perfect. I was tempted for a cigarette to make my afterglow complete, but I knew that'd just gross him out. Come to think of it, I couldn't remember the last time I'd had a cigarette. No, I bummed a Dunhill off of someone the other night after our set. Weird. Before Nick, I'd smoke all the time, usually when I was drinking or writing. Nervous habit.

I felt Nick's hand slide up my thigh, and I looked over at him, "Feeling neglected, bunny?"

"You were lost in there somewhere, baby."

I smiled, "I was just thinking about how you've changed me, actually." He raised an eyebrow at me, his curiosity piqued. I had to giggle at that, "Yeah… I was just thinking that I could use a cigarette…"

His face immediately scrunched up, and he made a gagging noise, which just made me laugh. I rolled over onto him. I liked that about the hot tub. I never had to worry about crushing him, or being crushed. Sometimes after sex, he'd fall on me and literally take my breath away, which was not always a good thing.

I leaned up, kissing him as his hand caressed my ass. He did that a lot, didn't he?

"I knew you'd react that way. I think it's been three or four days since I had a cigarette. So, you've changed me."

"Good. Maybe you'll stay around a long time, then!"

I stuck my tongue out at him, and he tried to catch it with his fingers, but I was too quick for him. I sucked on his finger instead, and he stared at me intently. "Damn, baby. You have the most amazing…" I felt his dick move slightly against my stomach and moved to kiss him properly.

"Mouth?" I breathed against him as we separated and he just smiled at me. "Tongue? Ass? Breasts? Is there anything about me you don't like?"

He pretended to think for a moment but cracked himself up.

"What? Is there something?!" I demanded, moving away from him, but he followed me, cupping my breast in his hand as he leaned over me. He pinched my nipple lightly, and I gasped at the sensation. Didn't we just do this? But damn, I was powerless to say no to him… well… almost.

"Nah… nothing. Well, I wish you'd let me spend Christmas with you."

I couldn't tell in the soft light if he was serious or not. He needed to spend Christmas with his family. It wasn't that I didn't want to be with him… it was just going to be complicated, that's all.

He changed the subject quickly, though, sensing that I wasn't going to budge on this topic, I guess.

She looked almost angry for a moment. What was up with that? I wanted my sexy, playful Rachel back. I shouldn't have brought up Christmas. Fooling around in the hot tub was a lot better. I kissed her nose playfully, trying to lighten the mood.

"Hey! You never told me what you thought of the CD I played you last night."

"Masterful change of subject there, Nicky," she teased me before hopping out and changing the CD. She wasn't… yep. My voice drifted out onto the balcony, and she hummed along with the slow song that had made her cry the other night.

"This one is just so pretty, bunny. You have such an amazing voice."

I slid over to her side of the tub and wrapped an arm around her shoulder as we listened to the CD, her humming along and me leaning down to sing a line or two to her. She was right. This was a pretty song. I knew she'd like it, that's why I put it on here. It said more than I ever could.

"Rache…" I started as the song changed. A mid-tempo song came on, and she bopped her head in time to the drum line, making me smile. She liked this one, too! "What I said last night about you… what the song says… I mean it. You are like home to me."

She looked up, her eyes serious and she stroked my cheek. "Me, too… Last night I just needed you. I felt so strung out and angry with the boys, but then you were here and… you make all that just fade into the background, you know?"

I held her close, kissing her and not wanting to let her go. Yeah, I knew that feeling. That was my song. Our song, now. We settled back in the tub, staring out at the blackness that surrounded our balcony and the stars twinkling over the ocean.

"This is just heaven, Nick. Being here with you. I love you."

He smiled over at me and then pulled himself out of the water. Hey! Didn't I just say that I liked being here with him? That implied that he'd stay! What the hell? I took a breath, preparing to yell at him, but he was suddenly back, standing over me. I could see the cool breeze making goose bumps on his arms.

"Where'd you go, bunny?" I giggled as he shivered for a second before slipping back into the water.

"I forgot. I wanted to give you a present this afternoon, but we got sort of distracted…" His voice trailed off as we both remembered getting distracted after our long bath together.

"I like being distracted by you, baby."

"Well…" He handed me a small box that was tied with a big red bow and I sat up in the tub. "What I said last night… about the song and you being home. You said I'd changed you, Rache. But not nearly as much as you've changed me. Everyone sees it, too. I feel so grounded when we're together, and I know I have a ton of things to deal with…"

Where was he going? I looked down at the box as he continued, his voice just above a whisper.

"I want you to know that I talked to your mom and Jon and… they thought this was a good idea. But I'll understand if you say no… I mean, it's not like your home is mine …"

Where the hell was he going? I felt my heart skip a beat as he leaned closer to me and tugged on the ribbon as I just stared at him, dumbfounded… he wasn't? He couldn't? I should have been paying closer attention just now… I had to remember this moment, right?

He reached over, helping me with the box, and I looked down at the open box and just stared at the piece of jewelry for a moment.

She stared into the box and then up at me, a tear falling down her cheek. How'd I make her cry again? It was just a bracelet. Well, hopefully it was cooler than that… I pulled her arm out of the water and clasped the charm bracelet onto her wrist, a small hot tub dangling from it.

She'd gotten charm bracelets for my sisters a few weeks ago when we went Christmas shopping. I'd thought she needed one, too. That way I could always have something to get her. I'd buy her silly charms that reminded me of her, and then when she wore it, it'd be like we were together.

Was that a dumb present?

Finally she smiled at me, leaning up and capturing my face in her hands and pulling me down to her lips, "Baby, it's so pretty. And a hot tub because… we like them!"

"That's not all… I talked to your mom and Jon, and they're going to oversee when the installers come, so you don't even have to worry about it!"

"The installers?" Oh, she hadn't gotten it! Duh. I didn't really explain it, did I?

"Yeah. I got you a hot tub! For the Point house. Remember last time we were here, you were saying that you needed one so that you could lay out there and look up at the stars…"

"Oh, bunny! That's so cool. Of course, that's a great present! I mean… I love the bracelet… that's really sweet. But a hot tub on the deck! That's awesome!"

She grinned at me, her eyes happy, and I relaxed. I wasn't sure if that was a good present or not. I knew she loved her house exactly the way it was. I hadn't been sure if she'd want to change anything about it, even if this was something pretty cool.

"Ooh, maybe it'll snow. Wouldn't that be cool?"

I raised an eyebrow at her. "It'll be cold. I'm not sure if it'll be 'cool'."

Giggling, she splashed me a little. "But the hot tub will be hot, and we can lie there and watch the snow. I love to watch the snow come down at night. Have you ever done that?"

He considered for a second, and then shook his head. "I don't think so. Snow sorta freaks me out, Rache. I grew up in Florida, remember?"

"I know. Snow can be annoying. But when it's falling, you can go out and just watch the flakes against the sky… it's like falling stars. Only snow means clouds, so you can't see the stars, usually. And I guess the hot water in the cold air would make steam…" Okay, when I considered this idea, it wasn't really possible, was it?

Nick was laughing at me, and I pouted at him. "Stoppit! It'll still be cool to have a hot tub. Did you say you talked to Jon? He just wants it so he can use it whenever he wants."

"Nope," Nick asserted, wrapping an arm around me and pulling me over to him again. "Your hot tub. They'll have to ask your permission to use it."

I gave him a look. "Have you met my brothers? They don't ask me for permission to do anything. We'll have to tell them when we're there that there is no dropping in unannounced!"

"They're not very good at that. How many times have we had to stop what we were doing because someone was coming over?"

"Lots," I agreed, but I couldn't help smiling. Most of the time, I liked that about my family. I knew everyone would be in and out of my house for Christmas, getting ready for the party and picking up presents… my brothers always hid their kids' presents at my house. The kids had probably figured out all the hiding places by now, but we all liked to pretend. I knew where everything was- the closet in the green bedroom, because it was huge and held all the Christmas stuff when it wasn't out, decorating the house.

Nick kissed my forehead, and I looked up at him. "Sorry."

"You're thinking about Christmas at home."

"I am," I admitted.

"I can tell, because you look all excited and happy. Tell me about it. Is your house all decorated?"

"James and I are getting a tree on the drive home, and then he'll come over and we'll make mulled wine and decorate. I'm sure the girls will help, and Ali will whine that she's too little… Mom told me they were decorating the vineyard house other day, and I was so jealous…"

"Leave some room under the tree," Nick interrupted my rant. I loved Christmas at home. I bet they had some snow by now, too. "Because I got you some other presents, too."

Remembering something, I sat up, poking him. "Speaking of which! How many freaking presents did you get me?"

Giggling, he poked me back. "A few. Why?"

"Because Mom called the other day and said UPS brought in like ten boxes, all from you. I kept forgetting to mention it. What the hell did you do?"

Evidently, my outrage amused him, because he kept giggling. "You do have a big family, buttercup. But most of those boxes are for you."

"What the hell did you get me? What could I possibly need?" All right, I'd gotten him a bunch of stuff, just because everything I saw reminded me of him somehow. But not ten big boxes worth!

"Victoria's Secret has a whole catalogue, baby. That thing you were wearing last night? You might have a couple more of them."

I wrinkled my nose at him. "Dude, if you're gonna get me that much stuff, get me something I can show off to other people."

That cracked him up. "Don't worry, it's not all lingerie. I think just one box is stuff you can't open in front of your family. What, showing it off to me isn't good enough?"

Smiling, I slid over to him again. "It's very good. Should I go and put that on again, and you can rip it off me, since I have a spare?"

"You have the best ideas…" He kissed me, pulling me into his arms so that I could feel how hard he was. I loved dating a younger man.

I reached up to stroke his hair, but I whacked him with my bracelet, and we broke apart, laughing. "Sorry. I'm not used to it yet," I apologized, and he took my hand, looking down at the bracelet.

"Do you like it?"

"Sweetie, I love it! Are you going to buy me charms whenever we're apart?"

Nodding, he spun it around on my wrist. "Did… did you think it was something else?"

Oh. Damn, I thought I covered that up… "What else would I have thought it was?"

"A ring, maybe," he whispered, still not looking at me.

"I wondered, for a second," I admitted quietly.

"I didn't mean… I wasn't…"

I stroked his cheek, making him look at me. "I didn't want a ring, Nick. Part of me might, but we're not there yet."

Shutting his eyes, he leaned against my hand. "But maybe someday."

I had to kiss him. I had to kiss him and make him stop looking scared. I wasn't sure what he was scared of. Scared that I'd say no? Scared I'd say yes?

"Maybe someday," I agreed, as we moved apart.

"But not now."

"Not yet," I clarified, making him smile at me.

"Now I can rip that pretty nightgown off of you."

Laughing, I stepped out of the hot tub, reaching for a towel. "It somehow seems like a waste to put it on, just to have you take it off me."

"That's not a waste at all, baby," he disagreed, joining me. "I think it's the perfect way to spend the rest of the night."

He was probably right…

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