Wicked End (15 page)

“So, can I call you?” she asked sheepishly while she licked her lips.

He knew the taste of the condom remained. He wouldn’t even let her down his semen.

She couldn’t meet his eyes. “Or is this it?”

Brandon hadn’t said a word as she sucked him hard and jerked him quickly. Even as he came, he kept quiet. He shrugged. “Yep, sorry. I don’t need any complications.”

She left in tears. He usually made it very clear up front, that it was just a one-hour thing. That night she approached him while he was in an emotional state. He had pretended she was Mackenzie to get off. He regretted that.

“Fuck!” He closed his eyes and threw his head back on the couch. “I miss you, Tink,” he softly called out. Two weeks was too long sometimes.

Then as if she read his mind, his phone rang. The smile that crossed his face when he saw her name was broader than any other had been. “Hey, Tink.”

Right after their soothing conversation, the inspiration hit him. The words flowed so easily, he had the lyrics done in an hour, with editing. Then he hurriedly grabbed one of his guitars he kept on board and let the music flow as well. The first draft was soft and slow. He wrote it down and decided to save that one for only Mackenzie’s ears. Then he focused and turned it into a real Wicked End song, only slightly softened. The theme of love scared him though. He didn’t do love and neither did she.

Mackenzie watched Brandon play the solo with undivided attention. She felt so enthralled that the song was for her. The words had tugged at her heart, and the notes he was playing, felt so full of emotion. Besides all that, he was looking right at her while his fingers moved over his fretboard. They stared at each other, longing for one another. She felt something deep inside she had not felt since the day her father died, something that had to stay buried.

The rest of the crowd did not see who he was looking at. Most thought he was just lost in his music. His heart was set on Mackenzie though. He planned to do whatever it took to make her his, forever. It didn’t matter what she demanded of him for her heart. He was hopelessly in love with her and didn’t even know it.

After the last song of the night, Mackenzie’s ears were ringing, and her heart was beating at a hundred miles an hour. She knew it would be a while before she could see Brandon. He liked to clean up before he hugged her. Seconds after she made her way backstage, she was shocked he lifted off her feet.

“I can’t wait,” he whispered.

She didn’t have time to react as he started walking away from the crowd, “Where we going?”

“You’ll see.” He carried her to a room down the hall that he knew would be empty. Then he tossed her on the couch. “My fucking dick is still hard.” He freed his erection while scanning her bare thighs.

Mackenzie breathed in the smell of sweat and desire as he climbed on top of her. “God, Brandon, you are so fucking sexy.” She fingered his wet hair.

“You too…” He lined his cock up and thrust into her hard. “Damn…” He felt such relief as he ground into her until she took all of him. “I could stay in this position for hours.” He brushed his lips over her ear then her neck, ultimately claiming her mouth.

They didn’t move their hips for a few minutes, just enjoyed the intimacy. The kisses continued while they both gasped hungry for each other. Brandon held back for multiple reasons. He almost came with the first stroke. He had to calm himself, or she wouldn’t enjoy it.

“Please, baby…” Mackenzie begged him, on the edge of going crazy. “Fuck me. Fuck me, hard!”

Brandon could never resist a demand like that. He lifted up and leaned on his forearms then withdrew slowly. “Like…” he rammed into her with all his might. “…this?”

“Y—e—s…” she screamed while her insides exploded and kept spasming.

He smirked and thrust again, roughly. Another stroke and she cried out his name. Then his eyes opened wide and his body shuddered. “I’m sorry,” he whispered as semen surged into her body.

Ecstasy washed over them both as his shaft continued to throb for what felt like minutes. They clung to each other. The emotional reaction frightened them both. It was stronger than ever. If only a few minutes had produced that much overload, what would it be like if they actually made love?

“Damn,” Mackenzie quietly uttered, not sure how else to voice the unusual closeness she felt to him. Normally she felt connected to him, but it was different, as if something had changed. She wanted to cry it was so overwhelming.

Brandon kissed her lips. “Yeah, I know what you mean.” He hoped she felt it too. “I gotta go take a shower. There’s gonna be a huge party in the Center Lounge.” It was the arena’s largest bar.

She gasped as he pulled out, feeling utterly empty. Her emotions were still not in check. As he stood, she sat up, unsure of anything anymore. He held out his hands, and she took them. Then she fell into his arms when he tugged her up and towards him.

His heart was pounding like crazy, and he needed her body to keep him steady. His head was swimming with confusion while he treasured the feel of her soft curves against him. He held her tightly, unwilling to let the spell break.

Almost an hour later, Brandon and Mackenzie made their way to the private party, showered and changed. There were a few groupies (the super hot ones), the contest winners, the tour’s band members, some local celebrities and friends of them all. They walked around, her on his arm as if she were his date. He always brought a girl to special events like that. It was great that he didn’t have to just pick some wild fan that time, and he didn’t have to refuse her advances. Brandon introduced her as his friend and got many approving nods and smirks.

There was loud music playing and free drinks, so the atmosphere was similar to the earlier party, without the public displays of skin and sex. It got boring fast for both of them, but they stuck it out until Wicked End’s manager, Carl, said his good-byes. He had a plane to catch.

“How about we start tonight?” Brandon whispered, his cock starting to grow as he looked down her dress.

Mackenzie looked into his eyes. “Start what?” She had no idea what he could mean.

“Break me into the threesome thing.” He had a lot of liquid courage in him and wanted to participate in something she had very much enjoyed. “I’ll talk to Scott. I trust him.” He went to kiss her lips.

She quickly turned so he brushed her cheek instead. That slip worried her; maybe he was too drunk to begin on the path they planned. “You OK, baby?” She caressed his cheek.

“Yeah.” He realized his blunder. “I’m just excited. Sorry.” He smiled and walked right to Scott, who stood against a wall letting a record company executive talk his ear off. “Hey, Scott, I need your help.”

Scott was glad for the rescue. “Gotta go. Duty calls.” He followed Brandon back to Mackenzie. “So, what’d you need?” He noticed the desire in both their eyes and hoped he could help relieve them both. It was something he never admitted to anyone, that he had a slight attraction to Brandon.

“Threesome, dude.” Brandon winked. His eyebrows rose, and he pulled Mackenzie towards the exit. He had asked Scott about her reaction while he and Austin fucked her, and just the thought of her cumming that hard turned him on.

Scott closed the bus’ back lounge door and locked it. “You sure about this?” He could see Brandon had been drinking. He was not your usual drunk. He didn’t lose his balance or slur his words. He did things out of character, but never had it involved sex in all the years Scott knew him.

Brandon took his shirt off. “Yep, I want Tink to cum all over the place.” He laid the towels he brought in over the couch. “She’s never gonna forget tonight.” He kicked off his boots. They landed with a thud against a wall.

“I doubt I will.” Mackenzie watched Brandon strip.

He soon stood in front of them, bare ass naked. “Come on. Take your clothes off, man.” He walked to Mackenzie who grinned at his hard-on bouncing. “We’re gonna rock your world, Tink.” With a look of longing, he unzipped her dress and let it fall. “Love when you go commando.” He licked his lips and grabbed her breasts. “Underwear’s for prudes.”

Scott was getting undressed fast. He didn’t want Brandon to change his mind. Soon he stood behind Mackenzie and put his hands on her waist, his growing dick pressed into her ass. “So, you got a plan for this?”

“Nope.” Brandon couldn’t think straight. “We’re just gonna fuck her.”

Scott scanned the room, looking for lube. He knew they would need it. He spotted several tubes on a shelf just within reach and grabbed one. “So, not like this afternoon?” He didn’t want to assume anything.

“Nah, she wants us in her pussy.” Brandon’s grin said he was willing to try anything that night. “So, how do we do that? Um… I never, well… I never did a threesome until today.” He looked to his friend for suggestions, knowing he was experienced.

“Don’t worry. I got this.” Scott was glad he was handing the reigns over. “So are there restrictions?” He bit his lip. Then he glanced at Brandon’s naked body over Mackenzie’s shoulder. “Like, can I touch you, or do you want me to be careful where my hands go?”

Brandon shrugged, unsure how much he could handle. “If you want to, I guess. Let’s just see what happens. If I don’t like something, I’ll tell you. Just do what feels good.”

Mackenzie looked around the room, well as much of it as she could see with the men surrounding her. She didn’t see any other place but the larger couch to use. The floor would be too rough on whoever wound up on the bottom. A fleeting image of Scott fucking Brandon while he fucked her came to mind. That was something that would never happen, but maybe Brandon would be open to something simpler?

Scott’s lips caressed Mackenzie’s ear. “First we get her worked up till she’s begging for it.” He let his tongue wiggle her earlobe. “That way she’s dripping wet.”

Brandon followed his lead and brushed her lips with his. “It’s always different with you.” He lost control of his mind when drunk.

She held Brandon close while they kissed. Hands slowly roamed over her body, caressing, pinching and grabbing. She gasped when lips touched the nape of her neck. Strangely, she was already yearning for them and neither had so much as laid a finger below her waist.

Scott smiled as she moaned. Brandon was biting her neck. He ran his hand down, trying not to touch Brandon. He went past her belly and rubbed her mound. It was smooth as could be. She had shaved it that day.

Brandon shifted his body just as Scott’s hand went lower and grazed his cock. He looked down, slightly freaked out. Then he breathed a sigh of relief when Scott kept going to her pussy.
That wasn’t so bad
. He felt Mackenzie tense, and her mouth opened.

“Uh…” Her voice was low and filled with longing. She whimpered as Brandon’s breath passed her ear. She felt like she was watching from above. “God…”

She dug her nails into Brandon’s arms. Scott was toying with her clit while Brandon sucked on her earlobe. Their erections rubbing against her skin every few seconds fueled the need within her. Then she gasped when Scott pushed a finger into her pussy.

“Damn, she is
so
ready.” Scott met Brandon’s eyes over her shoulder while adding another finger. “Put your fingers in here with mine.” He pulled and pushed several times, drawing a moan from her.

Brandon nervously did as he was told. The alcohol was starting to wear off a bit, and he was unsure he could handle it. Then he felt and heard Mackenzie orgasm. Her cry in his ear gave him the boost he needed.

Within minutes, she had cum several times already. Her body was aching to be fucked, but they weren’t letting up. Both men were fingering her relentlessly. She had barely any voice left from constantly screaming. She was sure the floor beneath her was drenched.

“OK. Brandon lay on the couch.” Scott felt like he was a director. “It’s the only way I can think of that works in here without moving stuff.” He moved around Mackenzie and met her glassy eyes. “If it hurts, you need to say something.”

Brandon lay down and closed his eyes. His head was spinning, and his vision was a bit out of focus. He thought for a second he was going to pass out, but then Mackenzie climbed on top of him. “Fancy meeting you here, Tink.” He grinned stupidly. “You ready to fuck?”

“Definitely,” she replied, adjusting her hips so she could take him into her. “Mmmm, I needed this.” She slowly let his cock fill her. Then she leaned down and hugged him.

Scott watched them for a minute. He could see how loving they were with each other. “You guys sure about this?”

“Fuck her!” Brandon yelled.

Mackenzie shut her eyes tightly, scared of pain. She heard Scott walking then felt him behind her. His hands touched her ass then she felt a lot of pressure. Her hands flew into Brandon’s hair, and she buried her face in his neck. When Scott didn’t push forward, she relaxed. She was so horny, she started moving over Brandon, stimulating herself, but also slowly taking Scott into her pussy. Her breathing quickened after just a few seconds, each inch causing even more pleasure.

Brandon didn’t like Scott’s dick touching his at all. He held Mackenzie, trying not to think about it. Then he felt Scott thrusting shallowly, along with Mackenzie’s hip movements. Anxiety started to build. When the tips met, he cried out, “I can’t do this. Pull out!” He cradled Mackenzie. “I’m so sorry, maybe next time. It just feels too weird.”

Scott sighed as he withdrew. “How about I just fuck her ass?” He was disappointed. The feeling of Brandon’s cock rubbing his was incredible.

“Will I feel you again?” Brandon wanted to please Mackenzie, but his comfort level was low on that matter. Because of her, he would try almost anything else. His mind was starting to fade a bit, since he wasn’t freaked out anymore.

Scott replied, honestly, “Kinda, but there’s a wall of skin between us. It’s not the same.”

“OK, then.” Brandon took a deep breath, trying to gather strength. “Tink, you OK with that?” He wished he hadn’t drunk so much, but he wanted to be able to go through with it for her.

She nodded, trying to hide her desperation. They had her in a frenzied state before they stopped. She held Brandon’s shoulders and started riding him, slowly, taking him to the hilt each time. Her mouth opened as she caught her sweet spot. A moan escaped while she rubbed it repeatedly.