Oreos for Breakfast: Chapter 29

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

My arm was asleep, and so was Rachel. After breakfast, we'd laid down on the couch, watching random things, and she'd fallen asleep. I wasn't sure if she'd slept at all last night, or if she'd stayed up getting my birthday surprises ready. She'd worked really hard to make this a great birthday, hadn't she?

No wonder she was dead to the world after fulfilling my first wish. Or was that hers? Didn’t matter. It was fucking amazing, no matter whose wish it was. I couldn’t stop thinking about it, how sexy her voice had sounded in my ear when I couldn’t see her… how amazing her mouth felt on my skin, soft and hot and slippery.

Instinctively I reached down, adjusting myself through my pants. Damn, I was hard again, just thinking about it. I moved my arm a little, and she moaned, rolling off it and curling up against the back of the couch. I loved watching her sleep and hearing the little noises she’d make from her dreams. She was rubbing her cheek against the soft fabric, and I smiled, confident that I was in that dream with her somewhere.

I didn’t want to lie here next to her and jerk off like some lovesick schoolboy, though. No, I’d have to pace myself to make my second wish as amazing as the first. I moved away from her and went into the bedroom, finding the bag that was still lying on the floor.

During breakfast, she’d teased me that she wasn’t going to show me everything in her bag. But she was asleep and I had plotting to do, right?

I opened her bag, which had Hello Kitty playing a guitar on it. I'd gotten it for her for Christmas, and I'd never dreamed it would be put to such good use. Smiling to myself, I looked through it. There were the scarves and handcuffs she’d used on me earlier. And then that thing. I pulled out her fake cock and smiled, remembering how embarrassed she’d looked when we sat in bed a few hours ago and I’d asked to see it. It was just not possible that I could love her any more than I did. I couldn’t imagine letting any other girl — hell, any other person — do those things to me. I’d never trusted anyone the way I trusted her.

I pushed that thought out of my mind as I felt myself getting too emotional. No, now was the time for plotting. As I looked through the bag, I tried to remember those kinky porno flicks that AJ and I would watch when we were touring Europe. Man, that seemed like a lifetime ago, when we still shared rooms. They’d put AJ and I together since we were the youngest and all. When Uncle Steve or Mom would go out… that’s when the fun started. I smiled at the memory. Unfortunately, I was usually giggling too much to pay attention to the action.

"Bunny?"

He turned around, looking like I’d startled him, and I smiled, pulling my robe around my body and joining him on the bed. He smiled, and ran a hand through my hair, pulling me closer so he could reach me with a soft kiss before I could move away. "Should have stopped by the bathroom to brush my teeth first, huh?"

He smiled. "I could just try to choke you with an Altoid instead." I whacked him, and he leaned back, away from my reach, "Hey! I’m the birthday boy, quit trying to hurt me."

I grabbed the collar of the old t-shirt he was wearing and pulled him over to me roughly, "You liked it before, baby."

"True… but now it’s my turn, right?"

"Are you all rested and ready to go?"

His look was all the answer I needed. Of course he was. He was probably lying there while I slept, trying to talk himself out of his erection and jerking off. I could tell by his little smirk that I’d guessed that one correctly.

I looked down at the bag lying open next to him and pulled out my favorite toy. "Rache, what’s that?" He smiled over at me, licking his lips slowly as he watched me holding it.

I turned it on and nothing happened. "Oh, damn, batteries," I muttered, hearing him laugh as I opened one of the pockets in the bag.

"Forget something, honey?" he teased, and I stuck my tongue out at him.

"No, I read a story once about this woman who got thrown off a flight because her bag started to vibrate. I didn't want to take any chances walking through the streets of New York. No, take them out… there!" I switched it on and the little bunny ears started to vibrate. Just hearing the noise made my clit tingle in anticipation, "It’s my bunny, bunny!"

He eyed me warily and took it from me, nearly dropping it when his finger accidentally hit the second button and the shaft began to move. "It’s alive!" he giggled.

I had to laugh as he sat there, playing with the buttons and watching the vibrator move in various directions. Quickly, I pulled myself onto his lap and leaned down, kissing his neck as he continued playing, the vibrator moving between us.

"Haven’t you seen one before, baby? I know you’ve heard it…" I whispered in his ear, and he shook his head, bringing the vibrating bunny ears up to my neck. I squirmed in his lap, trying to get away. "Stoppit! That tickles!"

"Is it supposed to tickle, Rache?"

I leaned back and considered him. "Duh! Gimme that back!"

"Ohhh… do I get a private lesson?" he leered, and I ignored him, climbing off his lap and disappearing into the bathroom. Morning breath was never sexy.

I heard the water running and considered the room while she brushed her teeth and did whatever secret Rachel things she did in there that always made her look 10 times more beautiful when she came out. I kinda liked that we still had secrets from each other. I turned on the bunny thing again and closed my eyes. Yeah, I knew that noise, "So, you’re what she uses when I’m not there."

I considered it and didn’t know whether to be flattered or angry that this thing got her off when I couldn’t. It was thicker than me, I think. Oh, stop, Nick. Feeling competitive with a plastic bunny vibrator? I was surely losing my mind now. It must be all the pent-up sexual anticipation. The water stopped, and I moved quickly, tying the scarves to the bedposts — all four this time — just in case we’d need those later. I sorta liked it when she was all dominant, but my mind was in overdrive, thinking about what I could do to her…

She came back into the room, and I smiled at her as she knelt on the bed. Where did this new lingerie ensemble come from? When she went into the bathroom, she'd been wearing my old t-shirt, and now she was in green silk. I loved her surprises. "Kiss me now, bunny."

She didn’t need to ask me twice. I reached out for her, pulling her down to me and burying my hand in her hair. She moaned against my lips as I deepened our kiss, exploring her mouth with my tongue. Her soft tongue touching mine sent shivers down my spine. I loved kissing her. That was the worst thing about having the gag on before. Although, it was kinda hot… I pulled back and smiled at her. "Minty fresh!"

Laughing, she looked around the bed, smiling, "What’s going on here, baby?"

I shrugged, "Thought we ought to be prepared…"

"Oooh! That reminds me!" Grinning like a schoolgirl, she opened a side pocket in the bag, pulling out a handful of condoms. She threw them on the bed. "Icame prepared!"

"I have condoms, Rache…" I started to reply and then looked down on the bed. "What are these?" She just smiled at me and I groaned as I fell back on the bed, covering my face in embarrassment. "Tell me that James does not know about everything in that bag!"

She lay down next to me, "C’mon, sweetie, he’s kind of an expert. Look! These glow in the dark!"

"It’s, like, noon, Rache." She frowned, and I leaned over, kissing her quickly and picking another up to inspect it. "Ribbed for your pleasure, I suppose?"

"Duh! Who cares about you?"

"Oh, those were fighting words!" Quickly I rolled over, pinning her against the mattress, and she screamed through her laughter. Holding her hands above her head, I ran my tongue down her neck, stopping to nibble on her collarbone, and I felt her stop fighting. She groaned as my lips left her neck, and I smiled, pulling away from her entirely.

She lay there as I considered her. She was so beautiful. Her dark hair fanned out on the bed around her head, and she was wearing a little dark-green silk teddy trimmed in lace. The soft material felt so good as I ran my hand down her torso.

I leaned down and blew lightly on her breast, watching as her nipple hardened under the thin fabric. "What do you want, Nick?" she breathed as I kissed her breast.

I reached behind me and found her toy. Settling against her side, I ran my free hand through her hair and nibbled gently on her earlobe. I was rewarded with a sigh as her eyes fluttered closed. Quietly I brought the toy up to her breasts, turning it on low. Her eyes opened as she felt it, and she smiled, her body relaxing into the mattress.

"I want to watch, baby," I whispered against her skin as I ran the vibrating shaft between her breasts and across her stomach. As I reached her legs, she moved her hand, stopping me. "Show me what you do when you’re alone."

She turned to me, smiling as she took the toy back. Turning it up a little, she kissed me deeply as the buzzing sound filled the room, muffled slightly by our bodies as we tried to get closer.

He nearly devoured me as I kissed him, moaning as I felt the little bunny ears massaging my nipple. He must have felt it too, because he pulled me closer for an instant, before moving back away and watching me.

"I need the candles," I instructed him as I arranged the pillows behind me on the bed. I couldn’t believe this was what he wanted. I mean, he loved it when I touched myself… but… he got up quickly and pulled the drapes across the windows. The blinds were already down, but the curtains kept out the rest of the light. He lit candles around the room, and I closed my eyes, breathing in the scent… lavender… and a hint of lilac from the flowers on the dresser. Coming back to the bed, he sat on the edge, his hand barely touching me as he ran it over my legs, sending goose bumps across my skin.

Carefully, he lifted up my nightgown, revealing my little lace panties. "Oh god, I love these," he sighed as he bent down. His tongue was wet and hot against my skin and he licked a line across my stomach, occasionally pushing his tongue beneath the elastic to tease me. I turned on the vibrator again, loving the way it felt against my breasts as I felt his hot breath on my skin. Damn, how many times had I replayed this fantasy in my mind? How could he know that? Hmm… yeah… I might have told him that once or twice during phone sex.

I shifted against the mattress as he gently pushed my legs apart so he could tease me more. He licked me through the lace, pushing the fabric against me and making me moan. I moved the shaft down to my stomach, "Nicky, I need your help."

He smiled up at me, "I think I’m already helping, baby. Damn, you are wet down here."

I couldn’t form words as he pushed the lacy fabric to the side. Quickly his tongue traveled the length of me, stopping to suck lightly on my clit. My legs fell open completely, and his hands massaging the sensitive skin of my inner thighs, coupled with his breath on me, nearly made me come.

"It needs to be wet, too," I panted as I caught his eye. Without missing a beat, he leaned up, his tongue tentatively touching the tip of the shaft. Damn, that was a sight. Nick’s lips wrapped slowly around the fake cock, and I felt a new tingle inside.

Too soon, he released it, "That enough?" I couldn’t respond, still amazed at the sight of him. He smirked at me, kissing my panties again and sucking on the fabric and me, stronger this time. I cried out and held his head in my hand, urging him to keep going. But he stopped. Moving his head back, he slowly started pulling the panties off my hips, kissing my legs as he inched the fabric downward. That task completed, he leaned back against the foot of the bed and smiled down at me.

It was strangely erotic, knowing he was sitting there watching me as I closed my eyes and remembered how it felt when he was miles away and just talking in my ear. Suddenly, I wasn’t in his apartment or his room. I was in some nameless city, lying in a generic bed in some hotel that looked just like all the rest. But I could feel his eyes on me. I could hear his breath coming quicker as I spread my legs and let the shaft turn and vibrate against me.

"Oh god," he whispered as the head disappeared inside me. Oh, I loved this feeling. I was so wet and aching for something — anything — to fill me, to make me come. Quickly I pushed it in to the hilt and groaned, arching my back off the bed.

She was writhing on the bed, the little bunny ears flicking at her clit as the shaft disappeared inside her again and again. Damn, she was hot. I knew that’s how she looked when we made love, but this was somehow different. This was all about her. She moved her hips up again and closed her knees, trapping the vibrator between her legs. The buzzing sound was muffled, and she moaned louder as it shook inside her.

I couldn’t just watch. I ran my hands down her legs again, opening them up so I could see her as she moved the toy inside her. She pushed it in her while at the same time pulling it up so it hit her clit... damn… I lifted her foot to my mouth and slowly circled her big toe with my tongue, sucking it into my mouth, and she screamed. That was working for her, huh? Trying hard to concentrate on the task at hand, I moved my mouth lower, sucking on her instep and running my tongue back up to her toe. Suddenly I felt her body tense, and she pushed the shaft in further than before, her entire body shuddering. Looking up, I saw her turn her head, moaning into the pillow beside her.

Damn.

Quickly I covered her body with mine, not caring that I was still dressed. I felt the vibrator moving against us both… how would it feel on me? The thought made me harder, and I kissed her deeply, grinding my hips against her and feeling the shaft move with me.

"Let go, baby," I whispered against her ear, running my hand down her body. I stopped at her ass, kneading the soft flesh in my hand. She arched her back in response. Quickly, she trapped me against her as I felt another orgasm building inside her. She wrapped her legs tightly around my waist and held me against her as her body shuddered a last time.

I just held her for a moment, letting her catch her breath. Then I reached down and pulled out the toy, turning it off.

"I’m going to miss having you next to me the next time I do that," she whispered, and I kissed her forehead. I couldn’t think about how long it would be until I saw her again after tomorrow. We just had to enjoy the moment.

"You’d better call me. Now I have the visual," I tried to joke, and she looked up at me with a smile.

"Was that really what you wanted for your second wish?"

"I love to watch you, Rachel. I love to watch you on stage, on TV. I love watching you laugh and cook and play with your family. Hell, I like just watching you walk down the street. But that was pretty special. I know I’m the only person that’s ever seen you do that. Right?"

She grinned, kissing me. "You are definitely the only person that’s ever seen that. But I’m starting to feel like both your wishes so far were really just mine."

I laughed, rolling her over onto her back and holding her arms above her head. "That’s not the whole second wish. I said the whole bag of tricks. Whatever I wanted to use. And I didn’t mean just one thing. I meant all of it."

I ran my free hand under her nightgown, gathering it up as she tried to wiggle away from me. "Hey!" she whined. "We’re moving into third wish territory here!"

"I’m the birthday boy. I get unlimited wishes," I teased, moving away from her to pull her clothes off. She looked amazing in them, but I wanted her naked and tied to the bed. She struggled, but just a little. I could tell by the look in her eye that she was just playing.

"Fine," she sighed, falling back against the pillows once I got the teddy off of her body. "I must obey the birthday boy."

"Damn straight," I asserted, taking her right hand and tying it carefully to the bedpost. She pulled against it, testing the knot, and it held, much to my relief. If we were going to be doing this more often I might have to learn how to tie a proper knot, I realized as I bound her to the bedposts.

I definitely wanted to be doing this more often. She looked amazing, naked and tied to my bed, meeting my eyes with a challenge. "What do you have planned for us, Nicky?" she asked, a sexy growl in her tone.

Fuck, she’d had weeks to plot this out and I’d only had a few hours. I had no idea what I was going to do to her. Okay… fuck her senseless, but how?

He looked a little lost, and I had to bite back a giggle as he found the bag of toys again and placed it next to me on the bed. "What do we have in here?" he asked, sounding like a kid on Christmas and reaching in to pull something out.

"Bath salts," I answered, looking at the bottle in his hand. "Lavender and vanilla. One of the few things I did not pay cash for at the sex store."

Laughing, he tossed the bottle on the bed. "Cash?"

"I didn’t want a credit card receipt out there with my name on it. Just imagine if that made the tabloids."

"Now that would have been embarrassing," he agreed, showing me another bottle.

"Massage oil," I informed him. He considered the massage oil for a moment, then placed it carefully on the beside table. Oh. He was going to use that? I had planned to use it on him, but… okay.

He pulled out the handcuffs and grinned at me. "I don’t think we need these right now."

"No, I’m pretty secure here." Which was fine. He could do whatever he wanted to me. I’d just had an orgasm, but I could feel the desire building inside me again. I loved watching him playing with the toys, wondering how he’d use them, what he’d do to me…

"Is this the blindfold?" he wondered, showing me a black scarf.

"Yeah," I admitted. I didn’t want to be blindfolded quite yet. I wanted to watch him discover the contents of the bag. He flicked the scarf against my body, dragging it over my breasts slowly, and I felt myself sigh, my nipples hardening. Moving as much as I could, I leaned towards him, devouring him with my eyes. He was so fucking sexy, just sitting there with his hair falling around his face, dressed in an old t-shirt and sweatpants. I could see his erection through the fabric, and he licked his lips, feeling my gaze.

"Alright, baby," he whispered, leaning down to me. "You can watch for a little while longer." He kissed me, and I whimpered as his tongue touched mine. We hadn’t even really done anything, and I was desperate for him. But he moved away, going back to the bag. "But maybe we’ll use the gag?"

"Then I can’t suck your cock, bunny," I pleaded, rewarded with a smile. He draped that scarf over my other breast.

"We’ll keep it out, though. If you mention James and his knowledge of this adventure again, it’s going on."

I had to giggle at that. "Promise, I won’t mention his name."

"Good. What’s on this?" he asked, holding up a CD case.

"Sexy dominatrix music. Madonna and other kick ass sexy women."

"Does it still work if you’re the one tied up?" But he was already off the bed, going over to the stereo in the corner.

"I imagine it will." Yeah. The techno beat of "Frozen" started and I breathed deeply. That was fine. This was all a game, it didn’t matter who was tied up. It was just about sex and power and trust. He bounced on the bed next to me, and we both giggled as a now familiar buzzing sound started.

"Don’t need this anymore," he joked, about to toss the vibrator on the floor, and I yelled.

"No!"

I was so emphatic that he cracked up, still holding it. "You really like this thing, don’t you?"

"It’s not… well, yeah… it’s got batteries! You can’t just toss it around, the battery pack might break."

"And then you’d be sad," he teased, flicking it on quickly and holding it against my stomach. I wasn’t sure whether to laugh or moan.

"I would be. Otherwise what will keep me company when I’m in Europe without you for weeks and weeks? I might have to pick up groupies to keep me occupied…"

"I bet they have bunnies in Europe, Rache. You’re going to Amsterdam, aren’t you? I know they’ve got them there."

I grinned up at his smirk as he turned the vibrator off and put it next to the massage oil on the table. I liked that ‘maybe’ pile. "I’m particularly attached to that bunny, bunny."

He just rolled his eyes and pulled something else out of the bag. "What the hell?"

"Damnit! I forgot I got that!"

"What is it?" he asked, holding it out to me. Okay, I guess most paddles weren’t pink leopard skin.

"It’s a paddle." He was still lost. "For spanking."

Shit. I should have made something up. I saw the light bulb snap on over his head as he considered it, flipping it over. "It’s got a furry side!"

"It doesn’t have to be used for just spanking, I guess."

He ran it over my arm, and I shuddered. That was so good… my body was just screaming for him to touch me, and the sensation of the silky, fuzzy side was delicious.

Then he flipped it over, whacking my hip lightly, and I nearly came off the bed. "Did I hurt you?" he worried, and I shook my head, staring at him.

"No… I… " Should I admit that I liked it?

Smiling, he leaned down to kiss me lightly. "Yeah, that’s pretty much how I felt." He slid the paddle up my side, whispering as he watched my reaction closely. "That’s going in the ‘definite’ pile. I’ll decide which side to use later. Maybe I’ll just tickle you. Maybe I’ll spank you. Maybe I’ll do both. Which one would you prefer, Rachel?"

"Whatever you want," I breathed, and he gave me my favorite cocky grin in return.

"I’ll let you think about it for a while," he promised, sitting up again and putting the paddle on the table. "We have more options to consider." He pulled another bottle out of the bag. "Probe?"

"The dildo needed a little, uh… help. James said-"

I didn’t even finish the sentence before he had the gag against my mouth. "You said his name!"

"I didn’t mean… I…"

But I couldn’t talk any longer. He’d gotten the scarf tied around me while I was still distracted. Damnit. I pouted up at him, and he only laughed.

"You have no idea how hot you look like that, Rache, all tied up and frustrated. Don’t worry, you can still watch and try to figure out what I’m going to do to you."

Smirking, he placed the bottle of lube on the table with a flourish. Shit. What did that mean? We didn’t need that. I was already wet enough that we could fuck for hours. Unless he was thinking of returning the favor I’d paid him earlier… We’d never… I didn’t…

Fuck, I could even form a coherent thought. Just as well I couldn’t speak.

A tickle on my knee snapped me out of my swirl of panic, and I looked up at his laughing blue eyes. I loved those eyes. What was I panicking about? Just because my few attempts at anal sex in the past hadn’t been successful didn’t mean I should worry. Nick would never hurt me. This would be fine. I just had to trust him.

"Does that tickle?" he asked, holding up a tiny feather duster thing, and I nodded towards the bag. "What?"

No wonder he’d wanted the gag off earlier. I was already frustrated.

But he was a good boy, and he reached into the bag, pulling out the harness I’d used earlier. He knew that wasn’t what I wanted, so he tossed it on the bed and reached in again, coming out with a small jar. "Oh… I know this stuff. Honey Dust. It’s edible, right?" He caught my pout and grinned. "Guess I didn’t use this with you, huh?"

Bastard. He knew damn well he hadn’t used it with me.

"Look at it this way, buttercup," he went on, unscrewing the top carefully and dipping the feathers inside. "You don’t have to show me how to use it while you’re wearing a gag."

That was no fucking consolation! Who did he…

Who cared? He traced a careful design on my stomach, and then leaned down, licking it off. I writhed against the bed and felt his grin against me. "Sweet," he whispered, his breath against my skin making me shudder. "I don’t remember it tasting this sweet."

His lips moved lower, and I held my breath. If I could have talked, I would be begging him, and he knew it.

"Not as sweet as your cunt, though, is it, baby? No, that’s much better." His tongue touched my clit, one long, slow lick, and I shrieked.

Then he sat back, smirking at me, and I screamed. Cocky fucking smug bastard. He licked his lips slowly, and if I could have kicked him, I would have.

"Relax, buttercup. We have more toys to play with." He put the dust and feathers on the table next to the steadily growing collection of things he was going to torture me with and looked at the bag again.

But when he reached into the bag, there was only one more thing to pull out. Disappointed, he turned the bag over, shaking it, and I had to smile in spite of myself. What, that wasn’t enough?

"What am I looking for, right?" he asked me, and I nodded. "No clue. I think we might have enough here." He dropped the dildo he was holding on the pile and picked up thehandcuffs, tossing them back in the bag. "Is that all we don’t need to use? Oh, the bath stuff. We can save that for later."

I might need a hot bath later, if he planned on keeping me tied up for much longer. My arms and legs didn’t usually stretch like this.

"This, I guess," he mused, picking up the harness. "This doesn’t work on me, does it?" I shook my head emphatically, giggling despite myself. That would look very silly. "Even if it did, that’s just too ridiculous," he agreed, folding it up and stuffing it in the bag, which he then placed on the floor.

"Now…" he sighed, lying down next to me, holding the dildo. "We have this. What should we do with this, Rache? Should we put it in the bag or on the table?"

He expected me to answer that?

"If I put it on the table, what are we going to do with it? We’ve already got one," he asserted, moving his hips against me so that I could feel his erection. I knew it was there because I kept staring at it. There was something about the power game -- that he was fully dressed and I was naked and bound to the bed -- that made this even hotter.

Could it be hotter? Damnit, I was coming out of my skin, and so far all we’d done was look at things.

"But two might be fun, huh, Rache? Yeah, we’ll keep this on the table." He rolled away from me, adding it to the collection.

"I’m going to put the blindfold on you now, baby," he told me softly, dragging the scarf off my body slowly. "That way you can’t see what I’m going to do to you next."

I just nodded, watching as he folded the scarf carefully and leaned over to tie it around my eyes. Breathing deeply, I moved my head to give him more access. Trust, Rachel.

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