Wicked End (11 page)

Brandon heard Mackenzie moan. He closed his eyes and tried to ignore it. Then he heard several shouts of, “Shut the fuck up!” He had to look. As soon as he peeked into the hallway, he regretted it. Chico was fucking his Tink against the bunks. He stared as she obviously came at his hands. He could see her juices dripping to the floor, but was glad her mouth was nowhere near his.

Mackenzie turned when she heard the rear door close.
Did Brandon watch us?
She couldn’t imagine why he would. Then her mind went blank as she cried out, loudly. She scratched Chico’s neck as incredible pleasure filled her.

They didn’t realize almost everyone on the bus was watching at that point. Both of them were lost in it, Chico trying hard not to cum, and Mackenzie doing it again and again.

“Kenzie… I’m gonna cum,” Chico whispered then he groaned and stilled his hips, grinding deep. “Uh… fuck!” His mouth opened as his balls emptied into her. Then his body shuddered. “Damn, that felt so fucking amazing.”

A pillow hit Mackenzie in the head. “Now go to bed!” Jeff shouted, jealous that he wasn’t getting any.

Chico turned to him then saw everyone peeking out of their bunks.
Brandon’s gonna kill me.
He closed his eyes. He had never treated one of his own girlfriends that way. He should have found somewhere private to do it. He waited until everyone disappeared then pulled out.

“I’m sorry,” he softly said in her ear. “I didn’t want everyone to see us.”

She looked up at him, a satisfied grin on her face. “It made me cum harder.” She smirked. “I love when you guys watch me and Brandon.”

He sighed and let her down. “OK, but I’m a dead man when he hears about it.”

“I’ll talk to him. Relax.” She pecked him on the cheek and pulled her nightshirt down. “Do you know where he is?”

Chico nodded towards the back. “Back there.”

She headed to the back room, her pussy more sore than it had ever been. Good thing there weren’t any more members of the band. She couldn’t handle anymore. Slowly she opened the door to the lounge. Brandon was on the couch, his eyes closed and tears on his cheeks. She felt awful. He had heard them.

“Baby, you OK?” She brushed a tear away.

Brandon looked up at her. “Fine.” He hadn’t heard the door open.

He turned away from her, so she didn’t see his eyes were red. As soon as he closed the door, his heart hurt so badly. She broke it without even knowing she did it. However, he had agreed to let them all fuck her, so why did he feel that way?

Mackenzie knelt on the floor. “I’m gonna go to the bathroom then can we go back to bed. I wanna be in your arms, please.”

He only nodded in reply. He heard her leave then took a few deep breaths. No way could he pretend anymore. She had to know how much it hurt. He closed his eyes and tried to find a way to put it so he didn’t sound like a wuss. Then the door opened much too soon.

“Baby, talk to me.” Mackenzie sat near Brandon’s feet and rubbed his thigh. “Do you hate it that much?”

He bit his lip for a few seconds then blurted out, “Yes.”
Why the fuck did I say that?
He wanted to tell her why so much. Then a hand was against his cheek.

“Why didn’t you say something?” Mackenzie was trying hard not to cry, but tears started anyway. “I knew it bothered you, but not this much.” She felt the heartache. “I’m so sorry.” She threw herself over him and wept into his bicep.

He pursed his lips and turned onto his back. “Kenzie, don’t cry, please.” He hugged her and pulled her to lie on top of him. “I wanted you to have a good time.”

“But… but…” She was almost choking on her sobs. “But… you… I… hurt you.” She clung to him, an overwhelming pain within her. “I’m so sorry.”

He let her cry for a while. Once she started to settle down, he kissed the top of her head. “I’m OK, but can we talk about this?”

“Yeah.” She sniffled and fisted his shirt in her hands. “I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

“I know. I know, Tink.” He cradled her head. “When I opened that door and saw Chico ramming his dick in you, I thought I was gonna die.” He took a few breaths. “I guess I was more pissed, or jealous. I don’t even know. I never felt that way before.” He tilted his head up, not able to control his mouth. “I’m sorry too. I shoulda been honest, but you enjoyed it.”

Mackenzie took in a shaky breath. It was killing her that she really did enjoy it. “I’m such a horrible friend.” Then another round of sobs took over.

Brandon didn’t know what to do. She felt worse than he did. The only thing he could do was talk. “No more, please. Just me and you for the rest of the trip, OK?”

She nodded, but couldn’t talk.

“I’ll tell the guys tomorrow.” He wrapped his arms around her tighter and waited for her to calm again. As soon as her body relaxed he whispered, “Hey.” He took her face in his hands and made her look at him. “At least we got to make some of that list real.” He forced a smile. “It was all worth making your fantasies come true.” He kissed her lips. “And I’d do it for you again in a heartbeat.”

Her eyes may have still held tears, but she grinned slightly. “Thanks.”

“Let’s go to bed.”

While everyone else was getting off the tour bus in Vancouver, Brandon decided against waking Mackenzie. He held her body against his as close as possible. They had talked for an hour more in bed before falling into a deep, restful sleep. Besides needing the sleep, he needed to hold her a bit longer. The day was going to be busy. They would have little time together. He pulled the strands of hair away from her face and kissed her tear-stained cheek. Their talk had healed and hurt.

It grew eerily quiet. Then he knew the bus was empty. He wanted to make love to Mackenzie. She needed to be treasured, not fucked. Then the thought of everyone else’s semen inside her made him close his eyes. He couldn’t make it special until he got that thought out of his head.

“Brandon, Brandon…” Mackenzie sounded frantic.

He grabbed her tight. “I’m here, Tink.”

Her eyes opened slowly, and she saw the small space of the bunk around them. She was relieved it had only been a dream. “Are we there yet?” She shifted a little, her ass brushing against his morning erection.

“Um, yeah… Uh… stop that.”

“Why?” She smirked, knowing he normally loved when she did that to him.

Then she understood, as if she could read his mind. Their talk came to her. He was reluctant to touch her sexually. She had to get the images that were bothering him off his mind. Slowly she turned over and kissed his lips, before reaching into his pajama pants and stroking his cock.

All thoughts were gone from Brandon’s head as soon as their lips touched. He needed her, needed to cum in her. His kisses got stronger as his tongue danced in her mouth. He cock was aching for her pussy.

Then suddenly, Mackenzie pulled back. His mouth opened to ask her why, but then she scooted down the bed. “Don’t get up, please,” he begged her. Then he groaned as her lips wrapped around his dick. “Oh, God!”

She held back the smile as she slowly took him in deeper. When she had his whole length down her throat, she moaned. He gasped in response. She drew back and sucked him hard while caressing his testicles. Her tongue slid along the underside while she went down and up again. Then she ran it slowly around, tracing the rim then across the opening. Quickly, she sucked him into her throat again, one hand firmly at the base the other traveling.

“Fuck, Tink!” He could feel the tightening in his balls already.

His eyes drifted closed, enveloped in incredible pleasure. She was putting pressure behind his sack as her mouth bobbed quickly, yet it felt so tight. He knew he wasn’t going to last no matter how hard he tried. She just knew him too well. He moaned as she sucked and pulled roughly on the head again with her lips. He loved that. Good thing she couldn’t lick his ass, or he would blow his load in seconds.

Mackenzie’s pussy was wet. She loved the sounds he made during a blowjob. She rarely let that be the entirety of their encounter. Before he came, she usually jumped on top of him and fucked him hard. The need within grew as he groaned loudly. She shifted her position to tighten her grip on his shaft while continuing the pressure between his legs. Then she sucked harder and moved faster, trying to urge his semen out.

When her tongue circled the head and then flicked the underside, Brandon’s hips thrust forward. He couldn’t stop it. She was doing it on purpose, he was sure of it. She pushed just a bit harder, kneading that super sensitive place while sucking with all her might. That was it.

“Shit!” he almost screamed then his throbbing cock exploded.

Mackenzie was glad it worked. She wanted him to get relief, while they were alone. Each burst that filled her mouth tasted just as good as the last and she swallowed them quickly, looking up at him the whole time. He couldn’t see her though. His eyes were unfocused, and his mouth was wide open.

When Brandon was finally able to breathe normally, he felt his slackening dick fall from her mouth. Then her body was in his arms again. He held her head to his shoulder. “You’re so fucking amazing.”

Minutes later, they heard, “Dude, wake up.” Then the curtain opened all the way. Jake appeared. “We got shit to do.”

Brandon turned onto his back and looked at him, a huge grin plastered on his face. “I was doing something.”

Mackenzie licked her lips. “Yeah, so was I.”

“Morning blowjob, damn. No fucking fair,” Jake groaned. “How come I never get girls to do that?”

Brandon laughed. “ ’Cause you don’t let them stick around long enough. Sending them on their way after you cum is kinda cold, you know.”

“Girlfriends want a commitment, and I ain’t into that. Your girl isn’t like the others. She gets you can’t wait for her.” Jake’s eyebrows rose. “She knows, right?”

Mackenzie quelled the jealous feeling and laid her head on Brandon’s belly. “He’s free to fuck whoever he wants when I’m not around.” She ran a hand over his still exposed cock. “As long as he keeps it covered.”

“Fuck, you’re so damn lucky.” Jake sighed. “If I ever find a chick like you, I’m holding onto her too.” He looked down the hall for a few seconds. “We’re unloading, so get your asses up.”

When he was gone, she ran a hand up to Brandon’s cheek. “They think I’m your girlfriend, don’t they?”

His face turned bright red, knowing she was right. “Well, kinda.” He didn’t know another way to explain their relationship or how important she was to him. “What we got is complicated.”

“That it is.” She kissed his lips softly. “And special.” Then she laid her body on top of his, her thigh pressing against his partial erection. “You want more, don’t you?” She leered at him, hoping he was okay with sex at that point. His dick getting harder told him how much he wanted her.

He thought she meant out of their relationship, referring to him calling her his girlfriend. He didn’t know how to answer her without saying he felt so much more for her than he admitted to even himself. “Maybe,” was all he came up with.

“Should we try something different?” She didn’t catch his confusion. She straddled his hips and lifted up, bumping her head. “Ouch, damn this bunk.”

Brandon realized she was just horny, not saying their relationship should change. He rubbed her head and held her again. “Tonight we’ll find a private place to fuck, okay?”

“Mmm-hmm.” She ran her tongue over Brandon’s right ear, flicking the bar at the top. Then she sucked on the lobe, playing with the hoops with her tongue. He let out a sigh, and she went on to the other side, doing the same. When she tugged on the two hoops in that ear, he let out a soft moan.

“Now guys!” Jake bellowed from the front of the bus.

A loud groan passed Brandon’s lips, and he grabbed her ass. “I have to get moving. You can go back to sleep if you want. I’ll ask the guys to be quiet.”

She kissed his lips. “I’d much rather…” She slid her pussy over his cock. “…have this inside me, just a quickie, please?”

“Stop tempting him.” Jake grabbed Mackenzie and pulled her off Brandon. “This is why no chicks on the bus… Distractions.”

She struggled to get out of his grasp, but her feet were far from the floor, and her hands were pinned. “Let go, Jake.”

“Maybe if I can fuck you again, I’ll forgive you.” Jake lifted her nightshirt.

Brandon jumped down to the floor. “Put her the fuck down, or you’re gonna regret it. The deal’s over!”

Jake set her down. “You’re no fun when she’s around.” Then he walked towards the door, his boots clomping loudly.

Brandon immediately pulled Mackenzie to him. “I’m sorry he’s such an ass.” He hoped Jake didn’t plan on acting that way for the entire week.

“I’m fine,” she assured him. “Go do what you gotta do.”

He smiled. She always understood, no matter what. “We have a radio interview with a meet and greet then… um, I think a magazine wants to interview us too before going to the arena. It’s gonna be a busy day.” He looked into her eyes. “I’ll find at least an hour to spend with you. I promise.”

“Can I tag along?”

His eyes opened wide. “Um… Uh…”

“That would keep the groupies away, huh?” Jealousy was coming to the surface.

Brandon felt it. “No. I meant the girls would… they…” He took a deep breath. “Once Chico brought Cassandra to an event, and a fan tore her dress when they found out she was his girl. Well, they didn’t know she’s one of his harem.”

She smiled at him calling it a harem, but then sighed. She understood why he was reluctant. “They get vicious?”

“Sometimes with each other,” Brandon said. “In Miami last year, two girls had an all-out catfight over Jake. He only wanted two girls, but three had been vying for his attention. He chose one of them, and the other two started to claw at each other. Security had to throw them both out.”

She looked into his eyes. “I can pretend to be part of your crew.”

“Doing what?” He tried not to laugh, but failed. “You don’t know electronics, or how to tune a guitar, and you can’t lift speakers or anything.”

She closed her eyes. Brandon laughing at her idea hurt. “I don’t know.” She fought the silly tears welling up. “I can… maybe I can...”