Oreos for Breakfast: Chapter 29

Oreos For Breakfast: Chapter 29
By the Paperbag Princess and Pumpkin Coach

She laughed and I stroked her face, grinning at her. I don’t know if I’d ever felt this good in my life. I was floating somewhere above the bed, I think.

"We are so not done, baby. You get two more wishes."

I pulled away from her slightly, considering her. "I do?"

"I will admit that one was sorta mine. But I thought you might… enjoy it. James must be gay for some reason, right?"

"Don’t even tell me you told him about this."

She gave me a guilty smile and I groaned, rolling away from her. "Rachel!"

"Honey, I think you should write him a thank you note. I’ve never seen you come that hard."

I had to laugh. I felt so good right now I might tell the world. "I would prefer never to speak of it in his presence." If James knew, did… oh, I didn’t even care.

"Is that your second wish?" she teased, and I shook my head.

"I am not wasting one of my wishes on something like that! And I dunno about that first wish… that was just a choice, wasn’t it?"

"Hey, you’re lucky I gave you that, boy toy!" She was trying to be all commanding again, but it wasn’t working.

I picked up the blindfold she’d used on me. "This is my second wish. All of it, the cuffs and the gag and the scarves, even. Whatever I want to use from your bag of tricks."

She nodded smugly. "Okay."

I laughed. "You set me up. You were hoping for that one."

"Maybe… I still think you might enjoy it a bit."

I kissed her, running my hand down her body and encountering something entirely unfamiliar. "Let me see this contraption," I said, sitting up.

Rachel had a dick. It was very strange to see, she had a sorta belt around her hips and it was sticking straight out. "It’s not terribly dignified," she told me.

"At least you can take yours off," I told her, and she laughed, reaching down to unbuckle it.

"I’m happy to do so, although it was definitely fun to play with. It’s a special occasion toy, I think," she muttered, sitting up to see the buckle better. "It’s complicated. I had to practice, or I would have had you there all tied up and bored while I put it on."

I reached down and helped her remove it. "You mean you didn’t wear it in?"

She rolled her eyes, pulling off the harness and tossing it on the floor. "It was bad enough that I was wearing the nightgown under my coat." She laughed at my surely dumbfounded expression. "That was plan B. If you were awake, I was going to drop the coat and stagger you with my beauty."

"How did you sneak through the hotel?"

"Very carefully," she answered, moving closer. "I wasn't even wearing underwear."

I groaned, running my hand down her side. "We might work that into wish two somehow." I kissed her, and she responded eagerly, pressing her body against mine. "How long have you been planning this, buttercup?"

"I just felt better a couple of days ago. Once I thought about it, I couldn't get the idea out of my head…"

My hand slipped between her thighs and she was so wet. "Once I get my strength back, I am going to fuck you senseless, Rache."

"Is that the third wish?"

I ran my thumb over her clit, making her arch up against me. "That is part of the second wish. I haven’t figured out the third wish yet."

Her eyes fluttered shut and she sighed quietly. "Can I wish that you keep doing that?"

I moved closer to her, sliding two fingers deep inside her, and I was rewarded with a deep groan. "You’re so hot, Rachel. Did you not come when you were fucking me?"

Shaking her head, she bit her lip. "I was… distracted." She gasped when I flicked her clit with my thumb, and I kissed her softly. I loved to watch her face when she came, hear the little noises she made when I touched her.

"Did that turn you on, fucking me?" She nodded, arching her hips into my hand and I moved faster, knowing she was close. "Maybe we should do it again. Can we do it so you can see my face? I love to see your face when I’m inside you, the way you talk to me and beg me to fuck you harder. Now I know why, it feels so good to have something inside you…"

I didn’t go on, because she cried out, coming against my hand, and I kissed her face, whispering to her how much I loved her. Catching her breath, she took my head in her hands and kissed me deeply, sighing against my lips. "Okay, this might inform phone sex for the next year or so."

I laughed, pulling her into my arms and settling back against the bed. "Good to know we'll have new topics of discussion while you're in Europe."

She looked up, kissing me quickly. "Just a couple of weeks. We can survive, right?"

"I might not be able to move for a few days," I told her, and she giggled.

"Get over it. I'm here all day, and tomorrow- oh! Do you want your other presents?"

He looked at me, surprised. "I get more presents?"

Grinning, I sat up, reaching for the phone. "Of course you do. One minute." I told the front desk to bring up the things I'd left there, and ordered breakfast while I was at it. Nick was still looking at me strangely when I hung up.

"I left most of my stuff at the front desk," I explained, getting out of bed and looking around for clothes. "I didn't want to make any more noise than I had to, or you would have woken up, and the whole plan would have been ruined."

He handed me a t-shirt and boxers, and I stepped into them. I had plenty of sexy lingerie in my bag of tricks, but I didn't need to give the room service guy a show. That was just for Nick.

"But I thought there was a Plan B."

"Plan A was better," I said, pulling on the hotel robe while he found some sweatpants to put on. "Plan B was still not entirely thought out."

Taking his hands, I led him into the living room, curling up on the couch with him. "Anyway, I left the rest of your presents downstairs. But I can tell you about tomorrow!"

He smiled at me. "Don't you leave tomorrow?"

"Like ten pm. EMI is treating the band to a spa day, so that we're all refreshed for the tour, and I signed us up for all the couple things. We're getting a seaweed wrap or something, and pedicures, and a bath with rose petals. And to get us ready, I'll give you a massage today." I was looking forward to that, just touching him, stroking his skin… I wanted to feel every inch of him, so I'd have something to hold on to while I was gone.

"You're going to give me a massage?"

I shrugged. "I'm going to try. I got yummy lotion and everything. Hopefully I won't misalign your vertebrae."

He kissed me, nuzzling my neck. "I'm sure it'll be amazing, Rache. Screw the spa day. Let's just spend tomorrow here again."

"Re-entry time, baby. I thought this was a good way to do it."

Sighing, he pulled me closer. "You're so smart."

I snuggled against him, wrapping my arms around his waist. "I'm sorry I wasn't here the last couple of days." I should have stayed here in the city when I got sick, but I'd felt so bad I wasn't even thinking straight.

"Rache… it's okay, buttercup. You were really sick, and you needed to go home and just rest. I got a lot of work done, so now I can have today and tomorrow with you."

"No one will be mad that you're not in the studio?" I hadn't even checked that out, had I? Hell.

"Screw them if they are. Being here with you is so much better. Really… it's… what? 9 o'clock, and already this is the best birthday ever."

"Better than singing the National Anthem at the Superbowl?"

He was quiet for a second, considering, and I looked up at him. He had to think about it?

Seeing the expression on my face, he laughed. "Of course it is, buttercup. Completely different, but better." He stroked my face, his eyes soft. "Funny… last year, I didn't even know you."

"Last year, I probably couldn't have picked you out of a line-up of the boybands." He pouted at me, and I giggled. "Okay, I knew you were the cute one. But… a lot can change in a year." Last year we were still touring around the East Coast in that damn van, and now we were making millions of dollars with our new deal. A year ago, the only thing that would have seemed more far-fetched than getting a great deal from EMI would be that I would be dating a boybander. How did all this happen?

I didn't have any more time to contemplate, because there was a knock at the door, and I jumped up to answer it. A nice guy brought in a luggage cart with my boxes and bags, and told us to expect breakfast shortly. As he left, Nick looked at the boxes now on the coffee table. "Rache, what is all this?"

"Well, this is food," I admitted, taking the grocery bag into the kitchen. "Since we'll be here all day, I thought we might want some snacky things, rather than waiting for room service."

"Are we going to need the energy?" he asked, a leer in his voice.

"Absolutely, baby. You haven't seen everything in my bag of tricks yet." I went back to him and handed him a present. "Here, open this one."

Should I have given him that one to start? Maybe we should have worked up to the really cool presents…

He pulled it out of the gift bag and looked at it, then at me. "Is this some weird sex toy?"

I laughed, taking it from him. "No! It's an I-Pod. I couldn't get you one for Christmas, because they were backordered." I even threw my name around and I couldn't get one. "You can download music from the Internet and play it back. It's like a Walkman, but it holds 90 zillion songs."

Excited now, he took it back, looking at the tiny screen. "Dude! I've heard of these. Now I don't have to carry CDs around with me everywhere!"

I grinned at him. "Exactly. I put a bunch of playlists in there, but there's lots of room left for whatever you want. The software is in the bag. I'll install it on your computer later." I looked at the other presents and chose one. "Here."

He opened almost everything- clothes, lavender candles, some CDs- then I handed him the final box. "One more."

Grinning, he ripped off the paper to find a box of… socks. I giggled at his disappointed expression. There were some cool socks in there, too. One pair was cashmere, and they cost me a fortune. "Keep going," I instructed him, and he dug through the box until he found a tiny package, well-wrapped.

Struggling with the ribbons, he looked up at me. "Should I be happy that you didn't wrap each pair of socks?"

"Be happy that I didn't wrap each sock, sweetie. James talked me out of it. It was also late last night when we got back from buying them all, and he refused to help me by wrapping while I got other things ready. I wanted you to have to match them all up."

"You would," he muttered, finally getting the ribbons off and opening the small box. Pulling out the set of keys, he glanced at the socks, trying to figure out the connection.

"It's a key to James' apartment!" I told him, but he still didn't get it.

"Does James have some weird sock fetish I don't know about?"

"Just that it's cold in his apartment."

He still didn't get it.

"James' apartment is not recoupable, bunny. And it's going to be empty for a few weeks, while you're here recording."

"Oh… oh!" He looked at me, wide-eyed. "Really? Does he mind?"

"It was actually his idea. While we were out yesterday getting your other presents..." Nick's eyes widened, realizing what that must mean, but I ignored that for the moment. "We were talking about how you'd be all alone here while we were in Europe, and James came up with the brilliant idea. It's always cold there, hence the socks. But it's really nice, bright and sunny, and only a block from the subway. When I was home, I cooked a bunch of food for you, so you'd have home-cooked meals while I was gone, so his kitchen is stocked. He's got cable, and JC got him a PlayStation for Christmas. You'll have all the comforts of home!"

Nick hugged me, holding me tight. "It won't be home without you. But it might be nice."

I grinned, hugging him back. I thought it was great idea, but I'd been wondering if maybe Nick liked being in hotels all the time. "You'll have to clean up after yourself once in a while."

"I'll do it before you guys get back," he said, and I hoped he was joking. Probably not. "I love the idea, Rache. The hotel is getting expensive, and I was lonely here without you."

"Well, you might still be a little lonely. But at least it's cheap."

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