Oreos for Breakfast: Chapter 28

Oreos For Breakfast: Chapter 33
By the Paperbag Princess and Pumpkin Coach

The video shoot had gone okay as long as I stayed on the other side of the set from Anna and there were a bunch of girls waiting outside my trailer and then at the hotel when we got back. That was nice. Ken sure knew how to stroke my ego. Was it sad that I was that easy to please? I tried not to think about it too hard, just signing everything pushed in front of me, trying to smile and be nice to everyone. Part of me just wanted to get inside the hotel and empty out my mini-bar. Staying drunk had helped last night, no reason not to repeat that tonight. Maybe Vin and I could go out to some club on the Sunset Strip. That would ease some of my tension.

I felt something behind me. Fuck. I hated it when they surrounded me. I looked up and Ken caught my eye, moving in to start clearing them away so I could get inside the hotel. I quickly scanned the crowd for anyone cute. Maybe I didn't have to go to the trouble of finding a club tonight.

The person behind me leaned in. "I have you tattooed on my hip," she whispered, her breath sending shivers down my spine.

I raised my eyebrow, turning slightly to look down at her, but caught only her breasts. Damn, she was tall. Nice breasts, too. Might just be a good bra, but that was okay. I slowly looked up at her and she smiled at me confidently. Oh yeah, she wanted this. Cool.

"Really? Let me see?" I whispered back, still signing as Ken started to move girls away.

"Not here," she stated, her eyes darting to the hotel doors briefly before settling back on me.

I raised my eyebrow again and handed someone my pen, then took her arm as I followed Ken up the stairs. I heard some girls whispering, but I didn't care. There was a time when we had to sneak girls in the back door or have one of the guards bring them up after we were safely inside. But not anymore, I wasn't a Backstreet Boy now. Besides, right now I was too worked up to care.

We walked to the elevator in silence and I flipped open my phone as we stepped into the elevator. Vin answered on the second ring and I cut him off before he could start in on me, telling him I had company so he should get lost.

He started to ask if I'd found him a girl, but I just hung up on him. I was still pissed about all the shit he'd said about Rachel. He could find his own girl. By the time we got up to the room he was gone, though.

"So…" I came closer to her, running my hands over the leather on her hips. I loved girls in leather pants. "Where is it, baby?"

She leaned into me a little. Her long red hair partially covered her face as she looked into my eyes for the first time. She had to be as tall as me and she was thin and pretty, now that I looked at her face. She was wearing a little tank top and these leather pants to die for. I loved the feel of them under my fingertips.

Reluctantly, she pulled away a little, unzipping her pants slightly and pulling down the one side so I could glimpse inside. It was me alright. Well, me and the boys. Just an outline. The pose looked familiar, too, but I couldn't place it.

"Which one am I, sweetheart? Or do we all run together?" I asked as I reached down and ran my finger over her skin lightly. She shivered at my touch, which made me chuckle. I could do this. I was Nick fuckin' Carter. Every girl down there wanted to be in this room with me.

She leaned forward a bit and her lips were near my ear again. Damn, that was sexy. That low voice that I could feel as well as hear. Rachel did that, too.

No. Stop. No Rachel. This was about… Shit! I didn't even ask her name!

"What's your name, baby?" I asked quickly. Damn, was that awkward? Did I sound like a shit?

"Cori," she breathed, "And you don't all run together… this is you." She pointed to the little outline on the right side, pulling her skin a little. Suddenly we were taller and it made me laugh.

"Can you make me dance?" I couldn't help myself. I imagined what this would look like as she was writhing around on top of me and suddenly I couldn't wait to get to that part.

"I can make you do anything you want," she sighed as I slid my hands under the soft leather of her pants and pushed them down off her hips.

"Is that a promise?" My eyes met hers again and she leaned into me, running her tongue across my bottom lip before capturing it between her teeth and biting me softly. I moaned, my hands cupping her ass and pulling her against me. Her skin was soft and warm and I wanted to just sink into her. Stop thinking and just move on autopilot. This wasn't that hard.

"Definitely a promise, Nick. I wanna make you come so hard…"

Her breath was warm against my lips and I felt my dick spring to life, suddenly hard and aching to be inside her. Her. Anyone. What did it matter, really? I turned my head and captured her lips with mine, kissing her hard and darting my tongue to taste her as she opened up to me.

Suddenly her hands were under my shirt, pinching my nipples and pulling my shirt off. Quickly our clothes were on the floor and I backed her up against the wall. She moaned as my bare chest brushed against hers and I pinned her against the wall with my body. Her lips teased me, nipping at my neck as her fingers ran through my hair.

"Damn, Nick. I want you."

"Your wish," I grinned as I captured her nipple between my teeth and tugged a little harder than I meant to. Quickly, I sucked it into my mouth and felt her writhe up against me, her leg wrapping around mine, so she could feel me against her open sex. "Is my command," I finished, nearly gasping as I reached down between our bodies and felt how wet she was already. "Damn, baby… I just gotta have a taste first."

I knelt down, running my tongue along the inside of her thigh and it was her turn to sigh or gasp or scream. I didn't know what and I didn't really care. She smelled sweet and tasted even better, like perfume and cotton candy. Not lavender like Rachel.

Shit. Stop thinking. Just… stop!

I shut my eyes and ran my tongue along her, holding her hips against the wall firmly as I seized her clit between my lips and sucked on her gently. Would she like this? Did she like it soft and gentle or rough and nasty? Would she like it if I laughed against her and moaned as she pulled on my hair?

As if she could read my mind, she tugged on my hair and I groaned against her. She shuddered, her hands leaving my head and clutching my shoulders and she moved her hips against me, urging me on. "Your tongue is so good, baby. So… fuckin' good…"

Fuck this. I wanted to be inside her. I wanted to feel this good. I kissed her clit one last time and ran my tongue up to her tattoo, lavishing it with attention before I stood again and held out a hand to her.

"Where are we going, babydoll?"

"I'm not fucking you standing here."

"Fucking are we?" she questioned, her eyes giving her away as she tried to match my light tone.

I stopped and pulled her into my arms, running one hand down her back to calm her, as my other hand tangled in her long hair and I kissed her again. Slower now. I took my time, exploring her mouth and sucking on her bottom lip until she seemed to surrender to me.

I fuckin' loved winning.

I pulled her into the bedroom and pushed her back on the bed, covering her body with mine. I sighed, reveling in the feel of her underneath me as I pushed myself inside her.

As soon as I entered her, I pulled out. I was a good boy. Well, sort of.

I rolled off her and yanked open the drawer next to the bed.

"Oh, think you're getting lucky, baby?" She smiled up at me, running her foot down the back of my leg and making me shiver with anticipation.

Her legs were long and thin. I wanted to feel them wrapped tightly around me as I pounded into her. I bet she was strong, too.

I fumbled for a condom and she pushed me onto my back. Straddling me, she took the condom from me, ripping it open and slipping it on effortlessly. Damn, she felt good, her hand gripping me firmly like she knew what I needed. Maybe she did. She was a fan. They seemed to know everything. She sighed as I pushed my hips up against her, helping her find the rhythm I liked.

Taking control again, I flipped her onto her back. Leaning down, I ran my tongue along her breasts, teasing her until she let go and opened herself to me. Without saying anything, I slammed into her and she didn't disappoint me. She was strong. Her legs wrapped around my waist and she kept me close as I pounded into her.

Yeah, she liked it a little rough. She scraped her nails down my back and bit on my shoulder when I got close enough. Fuck, that was good. So damned good. I held her ass in my hands and pushed her up as I moved against her, my hips grinding against her. She groaned deeply and tightened her walls around me. I came too quickly, burying myself inside her as deeply as I could and riding out my orgasm. As soon as I stopped shuddering, I pulled out, shoving my fingers inside her and leaning down to trace the tattoo on her hip again. Sensing she was close, I swirled my tongue around her clit over and over again until she cried out my name.

I loved hearing them scream my name. In a stadium, on the street, in bed… it didn't matter. Made me feel like a god.

Her breathing steadied and I collapsed beside her, pulling her into my arms and kissing her forehead tenderly.

"Damn, baby," she breathed, her eyes fluttering shut. I kissed them, whispering to her that it was okay to sleep.

I wouldn't, but I didn't like to just kick girls out. I wasn't that much of a pig.

Did Rachel kick the guys out afterwards? I felt the anger rising in my chest again. Of all the things we'd talked about, we never really dwelled on that. She'd told me once that the fan stories on that groupie site made me sound sweet.

I looked down at Cori, her breathing even and heavy as she drifted off to sleep. Would she tell everyone how sweet I was?

Sweet? As fuckin' if.

I rolled out of bed and pulled up a blanket to cover her. She sighed, turning onto her side and pulling the pillow into her arms. Never knowing that I wasn't beside her. That was good. It was sex and comfort. Not love and affection.

Closing the door softly, I pulled on my shorts and found my t-shirt over by the wall where we'd started out. Shrugging into it, I went over to the min-bar and found the little bottle of Jack Daniels. I didn't even bother with a glass, downing it in one swallow.

Not love. Love was Rachel. I know she said we needed to get on with our lives, but I still couldn't imagine it. I had glimpses of what life had been like before she was part of it and I didn't want to go back there. Falling onto the couch, I stared at the bedroom door. I didn't want this. Meaningless sex even with really pretty girls was still meaningless.

I reached over and flipped open my phone, listening to my messages. I never did that before Rachel, either. Damn. Everything I did reminded me of her. I felt tears in my eyes and I found the other little bottle of Jack Daniels.

Only one message. Mom. Call when I can. No news but she wanted to know how I was. She saw the paper and was here if I needed to talk.

Right.

She wanted gossip. My own mother. It wasn't bad enough that the fans and all the reporters I talked to wanted to know about it? She wanted the dirt or find the right angle for me to capitalize on it. Fuck her.

I punched in Aaron's number and he answered on the first ring. "Nick?"

"A. Dude, how's it going?"

"Quiet, bro. How's NYC?"

I laughed, my brother the homeboy, "In LA now, bro. Keep up"

"But you were in the Post with that girl. What's her name? London?"

"Paris," I laughed. "Her name's Paris and you know it."

"Whatever. You should have been with Rachel. Tell me you didn't really break up."

"Wish I could, A. But… she kicked me to the curb."

"What'd you do?" He actually squealed and I held the phone away from my ear. Damn, his voice needed to change before he made someone deaf!

"How come you assume I did anything? Maybe she was the one that was wrong, ever think of that?"

"But you were the one with Paris Hilton giving you a lap dance at a club."

"It wasn't a lap dance."

"Whatever," he huffed. "I liked Rachel, you should get her back."

What the fuck was I doing talking about my love life to my 14 year old brother? How lame was I? Just pathetic. But who was I gonna talk to? Vinnie and Tony? No way. They were practically doing back flips that Rachel was gone. Part of me just wanted to tell them to go home, but I couldn't do that. They distracted me from missing her some of the time.

Anna. I could talk to Anna. I could talk to her about anything.

Not about this. She hated me now.

"No, I can't. She made it clear. No contact. Clean break."

"I thought girls always said you'd be friends? Just call her, Nick. Don't be a jerk. She wants you to follow her. Girls love that heroic shit! Call her and apologize for whatever stupid shit you did. Tell her this is bullshit and you need her. If she loved you, she'd care."

Okay, he was being a little too angry on my behalf now. I was warping my brother.

"A, don't. Sorry, you don't get it. That's not going to work."

"So what are you going to do, mope around forever and hope she comes to her senses? You're whipped, man."

I had to laugh. He was right. That was essentially my plan. I glanced over at the mini-bar, and then heard Cori in the other room.

"Shit, dude. I gotta go." I clicked off the phone and turned off the lights. She was still sleeping and I slipped into the bed, pulling the covers around me, smiling as I felt her warm body next to me.

Okay, that was nice.

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