Wicked End (20 page)

“That’s a girl.” Dean spoke to her as if she was a child. “Get it ready for this…” He pushed a finger into her. “Mmmm, nice pussy.” His lips brushed her ear. “You want me. I feel it.” He thrust in two more fingers and felt her tense a bit. “I’m gonna stretch you nice and wide. Wait till Brandon tries to fuck you tonight.” He hoped he had no clue he was about to take his woman. Leaning down again, he whispered, “You want me.” Staring into her eyes, he growled, “Try and deny it.” Her mouth opened slightly. He gripped her hand around his dick. “You want this deep inside you, don’t you?”

Her nod was involuntary. Then a throaty, “Yes,” passed her lips.

Meanwhile, Brandon had a girl on each side of him. One of them had opened his pants, and the other was trying to kiss him. He pushed her back several times. He had changed his mind and didn’t want to play around without Mackenzie. He had never messed with another girl while she was around and didn’t want to start.

Then he groaned as he felt the other girl sucking on his dick. Kissing chick grinned at him. She was the distraction so he couldn’t say no again. He was annoyed she didn’t let him put a condom on, but it was too late. Within seconds, she leaned her head down, and they were both working on him.

He looked over at Chico who had come in behind the girls. He had two on his cock as well. Brandon lifted his hips a bit, dropped his pants to the floor and opened his legs more. He grabbed kissing girl’s shoulder. “Suck my balls.” She got right to it. Then he smirked.
This is a threesome, ain’t it?

Back in the empty dressing room, Dean pulled his fingers free when she was good and wet. Then he tripped Mackenzie so she fell on the couch next to them. He quickly rolled a condom on.

Stunned, Mackenzie’s head was spinning. She felt like she had no control over the situation. What was happening confused her.
Did I just agree to sex with him?
Then Dean was on top of her. She wriggled her body, wanting him to wait. Although she really had wanted him to fuck her, she wasn’t so sure anymore.
Say something!
She screamed in her head, but her mouth was not cooperating.

“Ready?”

He didn’t wait for an answer, just forced his dick inside of her. She cried out, and he grinned. He loved when they were in pain. Reminded him how big his cock was. He was getting a rush out of her resistance as well. Silently, he thanked Josh for the booster.

She pushed on his shoulders. “It hurts, please.” He groaned and gave her a rough, painful stroke. “Ow!” Tears fell as he burrowed deeper. She smacked his chest, trying to get him off, but it did no good. Then she slapped him across the face.

“You said yes.” He grabbed her hands in one of his and held them over her head, so she would stop fighting him. “You’ll like it when I’m in.”

It wasn’t like Brandon holding her down. She craved that sometimes. It felt like Dean was trying to scare her. “Just stop, please.”

“Not yet.” Dean pushed harder. She was so fucking tight, it wasn’t easy. “Are you tightening up on me? Fuck, that feels good.” He almost wished he had lube on him. He left it in the dressing room. Instead, he pushed her knees further apart. Then he pulled out most of the way and shoved in, hard.

Mackenzie screamed. She was shocked he was so cruel. He didn’t even try to make it easier for her. Even Jake wasn’t so sadistic. She whimpered when he thrust in far enough to hit her cervix.

“There you go,” Dean softly said in her ear. “You like my dick?”

She shook her head, upset and sore. Tears still falling, she again tried to get out from under him, but his weight and hand held her down.
Why didn’t I listen to Brandon’s warning?

“You will,” he promised. They never liked how he started, but when he finished, they changed their mind. Well at least for a little while. “Hold on tight.”

“No. Get off!” Her voice was shaky.

He grinned. “Too late.” Then he started fucking her hard and fast.

Mackenzie’s body betrayed her instantly. Her eyes widened, and she moaned. He wasn’t kidding. His cock curved just right, rubbing her G-spot and cervix, causing incredible pleasure through the pain. The hatred and most of the pain soon evaporated. Her mind was then numbed by a tremendous orgasm. It was enough to make her mind temporarily forget how he started.

Back in Wicked End’s dressing room, Chico had cum already. He planned to let the girls switch places so he could cum again, but he needed a minute. He drank down a bottle of beer while they waited anxiously.

Austin and Scott had two girls bent over while they fucked them. Two others, between them, were being fingered as they watched. Their plan was to swap the girls around until they gave up, because they were ready to go for hours.

On the other hand, Brandon was gripping the couch tightly while both girls took turns sucking on his dick then his testicles. One had rimmed his ass a bit. He was fighting the inevitable orgasm. He had completely forgotten where Mackenzie went.

At the same time, Dean gloated as Mackenzie screamed for the fifth time. She had squirted each time, and he loved that, made him fuck her even harder. He moaned as she gripped and released his dick over and over and over again.

“Goddamn you’re a good fuck.” Dean gasped as she squeezed tight. “If it didn’t feel so fucking good, I’d let myself cum already.”

She looked up at him, but couldn’t see him. Her vision had blurred from so much pleasure, almost blinded by it. He had her pinned down completely and that added to it. She loved having to submit, although Dean’s aggressiveness had frightened her at first. That was the furthest thing from her mind.

“Oh... oh, God!” she cried out, her back arching. At that point, she had no idea what he was doing, or why it felt so unbelievable. “Damn it!” More fluid released.

Dean was grinding his hips against hers, trying to fit his entire erection into her.
Almost
. He put a foot on the floor and used it to propel his hips a bit harder.
That’s it!
He moaned and circled slowly.

Mackenzie whimpered and winced. “Too much, it hurts,” she begged him. “Please, Dean.”

“Gimme a minute.” He groaned as he rubbed her clit with his pubic bone while he rotated his hips again.

Her eyes opened wide. The pain was still there, but coupled with extreme ecstasy. “Shit, shit, shit!” Her entire body convulsed. She fought his grip on her hands to grab something. Her hips lifted as much as they could, and she screamed again.

Across the building, Brandon couldn’t hold out any more. His eyes had closed. He had no clue who was blowing him at the moment. Without giving them any warning, he groaned and came. He quietly moaned as someone sucked him harder, and a hand pumped his shaft. Within seconds, he fell deeper into the couch and couldn’t move. They were as good as Mackenzie.

“Shit, Mackenzie!”

He looked at his watch. She had been gone for almost an hour. He quickly called her, no answer. Then he texted her.
Are you OK? I’m gonna come look for you if you don’t reply
. He looked around. The other guys were still doing their thing.

“Hey girls, if you want more, you gotta wait your turn. I gotta go. Thanks.” He stood and pulled his pants back on, not bothering to see if the girls cared.

Brandon walked out of the dressing room in a hurry and crashed into Crystal of Triple Threat. She stumbled backwards, because of her five-inch high-heeled boots. Brandon tried to grab her, but missed. Ultimately, Chad from her band caught her.

“I’m so sorry.” Brandon was embarrassed.
What a first impression!
“I wasn’t looking.”

Chad scowled. “Obviously!” Then he leaned down and whispered, “He could’ve hurt you.” He fleetingly touched her abdomen. “You have to stop wearing shoes like that.”

Crystal shoved his hand away and scowled for a second. “Relax, Chad. I’m OK.” Then she tenderly touched his face. He looked away.

Brandon could see there was something between them. He knew from Jon Harris that they were close friends, but it seemed like more to him, a lot more.

“You’re Brandon from Wicked End, right?” Crystal gave him a wide smile. She had been dying to meet him. He was one of the best guitarists around. “Oh my God! This is so cool. Chad, look!”

Chad sighed. “We met, kinda.” He was annoyed at Brandon’s carelessness.

“Where’s everyone else?” Brandon was mostly interested in Crystal, but he did want to meet the entire band.

He scanned her body as she explained about Jon needing something, but didn’t hear much of it. She was showing off more skin than he expected. Major cleavage spilled out of her top, and her skirt showed off her ass cheeks when she bent over. She was most definitely wearing a thong. He just hoped she didn’t see the stiff one in his pants.
How can I be hard again?

At the same time, Dean pumped faster, no longer paying attention to Mackenzie. He was ready to cum. A groan passed his lips as she wriggled against him. He felt her pussy tensing, but forced his way through.

She pushed her hips into his, overwhelmed by the pace. “Fuck!” Her insides trembled again.
How in the hell am I gonna walk after this?

“Mmmm, yeah.” Dean slowed his pace as the first burst let loose. “Ah, damn.” He stopped and didn’t move for a minute. Then he looked down. “What’d I tell you? You fucking loved that.” He gave her an evil grin. “I bet I’m ten times better than Brandon.”

He pulled out, careful not to lose the condom. Then he got to his knees and removed it before tying a knot in the end. He didn’t trust girls. He thought one of them might force him to be a father one day.
Uh-uh, ain’t happening!

Mackenzie soon stood on shaky legs. She held on until she was steady then watched Dean walk out the door, without so much as a good-bye.
That asshole!
While she got her bearings, reality hit her. The pleasure had subsided. All that remained was soreness and an odd feeling. Something she had never felt before… slight fear.

If she told Brandon how it had gone down, Dean would have his face rearranged. That was the last thing she wanted though, him to come to her rescue. He had practically forced her to have sex. She planned to make him pay for it, somehow.

Still in front of Wicked End’s dressing room, Crystal finished her explanation, “I wanted to look around, and the guys never let me go anywhere alone.”

Chad took a deep breath. “You know why, baby girl.” He hugged her from behind and leaned his chin on the top of her head. “I’m not gonna let it happen again.”

Brandon saw her shiver then she leaned back on Chad. There had to be a lot to that story, but it wasn’t his place to ask. “Why don’t you guys come inside? I was just going to go find my friend Mackenzie. She said she’d be right back.”

Chad’s eyes opened wide. “How long’s she gone?” He let Crystal go and grabbed her hand. “You shouldn’t let her walk around here alone with all these horny guys everywhere.”

“She’s a tough broad.” Brandon almost laughed, but the look in Chad’s eyes was serious. “We have a lot of security back here. I’m sure she’s just talking to someone. She had said she wanted to meet Dean.”

Crystal scowled. “He’s an asshole. I can’t stand him.” She looked up at Chad and thought better about explaining why she felt that way. He didn’t know how many times Dean tried to get her alone. She could never tell him he once pinned her to a wall and tried to… She couldn’t even think it.

Chad felt the shudder and pulled her close, holding her head to his chest. “It’s OK, baby.” He thought about the day they met Gasoline. He had almost clocked Dean for grabbing Crystal. It was obvious if no one caught him, he would have fucked her whether she liked it or not.

“Here she comes.”

Brandon eyed Mackenzie as she walked towards him, a bit bow legged. She was teary-eyed, and her clothes were not right. She had obviously found Dean. He wished he could get angry about it, but he promised her she could. Then he smirked.
And she promised me I could fuck Crystal.

Mackenzie smiled widely at Brandon. The smile had nothing to do with Dean. She threw her arms around him and held him tightly. “He wasn’t worth it,” she admitted. The orgasms were great, but they came at the expense of pain and his nastiness. The way he took her was hard to think about, but she was strong enough to brush it off quickly.

Brandon was glad, but got a strange feeling. Her hands were shaking, and she had groaned softly. He took her face in her hands and whispered, “Did he hurt you? Tink, I’ll kick his fucking ass if he did anything…”

“Shhh, baby.” Mackenzie touched his cheek and kissed his lips. “He didn’t do anything I didn’t want.” She left out the details on purpose.
If he knew I screamed in pain, he would hunt him down.

He exhaled loudly, “You sure? You look a bit… uh, how should I put it?”

“Used?” She knew what he meant.

Brandon grit his teeth. “You
did
fuck him?”

“Baby, don’t.” She felt horribly guilty. “I’m sorry. You should’ve told me no.” She hugged him, tightly and put her fingers through his hair. “Only you matter.” She wished she had never gone looking for the asshole.

Chad and Crystal both felt uncomfortable. Chad looked down at her. “We should go.”

“No, don’t,” Brandon uttered, not wanting Crystal to disappear. He pulled away from Mackenzie a bit. “Come meet the other guys.” Then he cringed. He had forgotten what state they were in when he left the room. It had been a while though. “Let me peek in and make sure everyone’s decent.”

Crystal and Mackenzie laughed. Neither of them cared if they were all naked. They watched Brandon go into the room then waited.

“Well… Austin’s still at it, but Chico and Scott are dressed.” Brandon looked to Chad. “Do you guys wanna wait out here, or is it OK?”

Chad shook his head. “We’re not a bunch of prudes. I fuck in front of other guys. Who cares if Austin’s still fucking?”

Brandon shrugged and opened the door. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

Austin let out a loud moan. Mackenzie had heard that sound before. When she stepped into the room, she stared at Austin while he held a girl’s ass against his hips. She smirked.