Wicked End (16 page)

Scott watched her wriggle and grind against Brandon. His dick was twitching with the memory of her on top of him. Pre-cum started to drip as soon a she revealed the tip of Brandon’s cock. He wanted so badly to suck that perfect specimen. Austin’s was a bit wide for comfort, but Brandon’s looked just right.

“Come on…” Brandon was fighting to stay awake. “Fuck... her.” He let out a soft moan as her pussy tensed and released a little fluid. “God, I love your pussy, Tink.”

Mackenzie continued her rough pace until she felt Scott’s dick poke her. “You want me to stop?” She asked him.

“No. Just go a little slower.” Scott watched her carefully and held his dick at just the right angle. With her next trip towards him, the head of his cock popped into her ass. She froze. “Keep going. I’ll hold it steady.” He smirked as she listened.

Brandon looked up at her. He was having a hard time keeping his eyes open. Next time he had to stop after ten shots. He held her waist with one hand and brushed her hair from her face with the other. Her expression was pained.

“You OK?”

She met his gaze. “Yeah…” She was slightly out of breath. “This is just different.” Scott penetrated again then she moved forward. “Do you feel him?”

“Nope.” Brandon’s lids fluttered. “Make me cum, baby. You can do it!” He groaned loudly as she squeezed his dick again. “Fuck, you’re so goddamned sexy!”

Scott was enjoying the process. He liked that she was doing all the work, but she looked exhausted. He knew she had to use a lot more muscles than if being fucked by him. He looked down at a fading Brandon and wished he were Austin so he could kiss him. He missed the intimacy. He wasn’t allowed to kiss Mackenzie, unlike groupies, so it was a bit strange for him.

“Uh, God!” Mackenzie screamed while she pushed back harder, taking several inches of Scott’s erection. Scott and Brandon groaned in pleasure as she took more and more of him, while she rhythmically spasmed within.

Scott felt Mackenzie’s body giving out. “Let me do it now.” He thrust into her ass deeply, almost giving her his whole shaft. “Fuck, you feel good.” He moaned with his next stroke. “Brandon, you still OK down there?”

“Ya.” Brandon’s eyes had closed, but he was still awake. “Do you want me to move? She was kinda doing all the work.”

“Nah, I got it.” Scott withdrew, then moved them all when he pushed back in quickly. He felt Mackenzie’s muscles clench, and he groaned. When she let go, he started pumping while holding her hips.

Brandon gasped, feeling something massaging his dick. “Fuck, ah, fuck… Damn, Mackenzie… Yeah… uh… keep doing that…”

Mackenzie didn’t have the heart to tell him it was Scott giving him an orgasm. “Come on, baby, cum.” She had already had at least 20 orgasms by then, but she felt another one on the horizon. Scott was better at anal than Austin.

Scott hid his smirk and started thrusting faster. He could see Mackenzie’s body jerking to his rhythm. Brandon was obviously close to cumming from his moans. That made his own body start to respond. Then she suddenly tensed so hard, he had to stop.

“Uh… God…” She gripped Brandon while her body continued to shudder endlessly. “Baby, I can’t take it,” she cried to him. “Kiss me.”

He puckered his lips, but couldn’t move. “I can’t.” His pending orgasm abated while he felt himself slipping; his balls were aching but he couldn’t do a thing. “I wanna cum,” he begged.

She threw her arms around his neck and kissed him again and again. When she felt his body go limp and his arms slide down to his sides, she got scared. “Scott, he passed out. Is he OK?”

“He’s fine.” Scott ground into her ass, trying to give himself what he needed to cum. “When we’re done, we’ll worry about him. He’s still hard, I feel it.” He pumped into her a few times.

She moaned and felt both of their cocks as her body moved to his rhythm. “Aye!” She scratched Brandon’s shoulders while she trembled. Scott didn’t let up. He was forcing Brandon’s cock to brush her G-spot over and over again. “God… please… uh… damnit!” A flood of fluid escaped while she lost control and screamed.

“Yeah, that’s it!” Scott groaned and leaned on Mackenzie’s back. “Fuck!” He ground in deep while his load shot out. “Damn, I wish I coulda felt him cum.”

Mackenzie lay there feeling slightly guilty. Brandon was still hard. He was the only one who hadn’t cum. When Scott pulled out, Brandon stirred.

“Tink, fuck me. I wanna cum.”

She tried to move her hips, but could only manage slow, short strokes. He pushed up into her once, then collapsed again. She tried to think of a way to help him, but none came to mind.

“Want some help?” Scott lifted her slowly by the waist. “Is he really still stiff? Damn!” He put her down on the other couch and stared at Brandon’s dick. It was glistening, twitching a few times. “He’s gonna wake up dying.”

Mackenzie looked over at Brandon. “Would you blow him?”

“Huh?” Scott’s eyes opened wide. “Why would you want me to do that? He’d kill me.”

She smiled slyly. “He basically said anything goes, and I’d like it. When you sucked Austin off today, I came so hard.”

“Really?”

She blushed realizing she didn’t mean to blurt that out. “Um, yeah…”

“What if he wakes up?” Scott wanted to do it, more that he could admit, but losing Brandon’s friendship would not be worth it.

She got up and knelt next to Brandon. “I’ll be right here. If he gets upset, I’ll remind him what he said.” She kissed Brandon’s lips. “Please, at least for a few minutes?”

Scott took a deep breath and closed his eyes for a few seconds.
How much damage could it do, if I didn’t get caught?
He shrugged his shoulders. It was her idea anyway, and he wanted to do it badly. He put a hand on the couch between Brandon’s legs and knelt next to Mackenzie. He glanced at her, and she nodded. He took another breath then took Brandon’s erection in his hand.

Brandon let out a soft moan when Scott sucked hard. Mackenzie watched as Brandon’s hips lifted slightly and a hand balled into a fist. He was enjoying it. She turned and saw his entire shaft down Scott’s throat, while Brandon pushed his head down, fisting his hair.

“Wow, that’s hot!”

Her mouth opened slightly as her pussy clenched. It was an amazing sight; one she would probably never see again. Then an idea popped into her head. She crawled around the couch and climbed up, between Brandon’s legs. Then she leaned down.

Scott’s eyes bugged out when he saw her licking Brandon’s balls. It was something he always wanted to do to Austin with a girl. When she sucked on a testicle, Brandon started squirming. Scott double-checked he was still out. He was, but Brandon still had a hold of his hair.

Mackenzie almost smiled when she accidentally licked Scott’s fingers. Then he let go, and she ran her tongue around the base of Brandon’s cock while fondling his scrotum.

“Does he like rim jobs?” Scott asked when Brandon finally let him go. When Mackenzie nodded vigorously, he smiled. “I’ll do that, and you blow him, in case he wakes up.”

They quickly switched positions. Then Mackenzie helped Scott get Brandon’s legs at the best angle. When they both lowered their heads, Brandon moaned loudly, beginning to stir. She sucked him in deep while fingering her pussy. The sight of Scott touching him was driving her wild.

Scott closed his eyes while he ran his tongue around Brandon’s entrance. His dick was hard and leaking pre-cum again. For a fleeting moment, he imagined plunging his dick into Brandon’s virgin ass and cumming deep inside him. Unable to tame the need, he started jerking his cock as he swirled his tongue around the puckered flesh. Then Brandon pushed against Scott’s tongue when he pressed it inside him a bit.

Brandon woke up to unbelievable pleasure. Still disoriented, he could not figure out why it was so intense. It felt like every inch of his body was being worked on at once somehow. His eyelids were heavy, so he only saw Mackenzie’s head bobbing up and down, but he felt her hand massaging his balls. All of a sudden, he cried out, and his head went back.

“Holy shit! Fuck!”

Mackenzie moaned as semen shot down her throat. Then she felt Scott move quickly when Brandon shifted his legs. She hoped he didn’t get angry at her, but she enjoyed the scene very much.

Brandon panted as he rubbed his hands over his face. “Did… I… pass… out?”

“Yes,” Mackenzie answered after licking droplets of cum from her mouth. “You were so hard I couldn’t resist.” She straddled his waist and kissed his lips. “You feel OK?”

He groaned quietly and covered his eyes. “My head’s pounding.”

“Help him get dressed, and I’ll get him in bed.” Scott put his own clothes on with shaking hands. He had cum again and was a bit embarrassed. “We’re leaving for Edmonton in a few hours anyway. You can sleep for like 12 hours, if you want.” He smiled at Brandon, who was sitting up, trying to help Mackenzie dress him.

Brandon leaned back, out of it. “Good.” He lifted his feet to get them in his pants, but he had trouble standing. He fell back on the couch twice before Scott held him up. “Thanks, man. You’re a good friend.”

Scott’s eyes met Mackenzie’s. He felt like they needed to tell him what transpired, minutes before. When she shook her head, Scott sighed and replied, “Thanks.”

Mackenzie woke up needing the bathroom. She felt the bus moving. When she fell asleep, they were still in Edmonton. They must have been on their way to Calgary already. That night’s concert had sold out. Even on a Tuesday, they could bring in the crowds. She kissed Brandon’s cheek and crawled over him.

“Be right back,” she whispered in his ear. After four days on the road, she had gotten used to the small space and rarely hit her head.

“Where you going?” Brandon asked and grabbed her arms. “I wanna hold you.”

She touched his cheek. “I just gotta pee. I won’t be gone long.”

“Hurry back.” He yawned and closed his eyes. “Sleeping without you is…” He sighed, angry he was too tired to hide his feelings. “…lonely.” That was true also, but he felt so empty without her.

Mackenzie kissed his lips. “I know what you mean.”

She climbed down to the floor and held onto the closest post while the bus lurched a bit. Her feelings for Brandon were confusing at best. Since she lost her Dad at age fourteen, she had never allowed anyone in her heart, but Brandon. That day floated through her mind while she stood still, frozen.

He was there the day two men in military uniforms came to her home. At 15, Brandon was not a typical teenager. He had been raised by a single mom and respected women. Their friendship was platonic, but she knew he cared for her on some level. He stood behind her, hands on her shoulders while her mother let the grim faced men in.

Her mother’s hands shook, and she was already crying. Her husband had been out on the USS
Cole
for some time. She had made sure Mackenzie did not hear or see anything about the bombing until she knew the fate of her husband.

Mackenzie knew the men being there meant something happened and shuddered. Brandon hugged her to his body to assure her. “I’m right here,” he whispered in her ear.

“Ma’am, we’re here to inform you of your husband’s passing.” The man in a Navy uniform spoke softly. “I’m sorry for your loss. He was a good man.”

Both Mackenzie and her mother instantly broke down. Brandon caught her before she fell. The other officer comforted her mother. The heartbreak she felt was unimaginable.

In the days that followed, her mother became withdrawn and distant, not able to function. Mackenzie had to stay away to keep herself from going under as well. Brandon became her rock, her salvation. He helped her through it all. It was soon after that, that he took her virginity, and their relationship moved to a new level. One they had never come down from.

A hand caressed her calf, making her jump. She looked down. Jake had poked his head out from the bunk below Brandon’s. “Need some fucking?”

She shook him off. “Cut it out, Jake.”

“Yeah, Jake,” Andy called out. “Stop bothering her.”

Jake groaned. “Shut up.” Then he rolled over and went back to sleep.

Mackenzie headed to the bathroom as quietly as she could. When she had closed herself inside, she berated herself, “I shouldn’t have drank so much.” When she was washing her hands, she looked into the mirror. “Ugh, I’m a mess.” She was more worried about her looks since getting on the bus.

Brandon was falling back to sleep, but his thoughts were erratic. Images of his life flashed through his mind. He somehow knew Mackenzie had been thinking of her grief. That day was hard on him as well. Although it brought her deeper into his life, so he couldn’t say he wished it had never happened. His own grief was something he hid, something only she knew about. The band knew he lost his mother; but not how much it had affected him.

While Mackenzie slowly closed the bathroom door, she heard hushed voices. “What’re you doing?” The voice was Scott. “We’re not alone.”

Then Austin replied, “Just relax, mmm.”

Mackenzie’s eyes opened wide. She heard a soft moan from Scott. A wide smile spread across her face, as she understood why Austin said Jim, the drum tech, could sleep in his bunk instead of on a couch. She imagined Austin on top of him. She turned to the left. Scott’s bunk was next to Brandon’s. The curtain moved a few times. Then it lifted and Austin’s arm became visible. All her sad thoughts were gone.

Shocked, she stared. Austin had Scott’s dick in his hand, his mouth covering the head. Scott’s back arched, and his eyes rolled back, obviously trying to stay silent. His hips went up, forcing most of his length down Austin’s throat.

The scene turned her on so much, she couldn’t believe it. Her pussy was wet, as if Brandon had fingered her to orgasm already. She couldn’t tear her eyes away.

Austin shifted again, not realizing he opened the curtain more. It was so much easier at home, in one of their beds. The position he was in was uncomfortable. He was lying opposite Scott, his feet near his head. He straddled him instead. When he put his hands down, he slid his mouth all the way down Scott’s cock and sucked hard, choking, but he knew Scott liked it.