Wicked End (49 page)

“I’m an accountant.” Enrique looked at his plate. “Maybe why I’m a bit boring.”

Mackenzie came to his rescue. “You’re not boring. Brandon, Enrique’s from Costa Rica.”

“That’s such a beautiful country.” Brandon had fond memories of the beaches there. “Scott tried to teach me to surf on Playa Avellana.” He paused. “Well, I didn’t surf so much as wipe out.” He laughed loudly. “Scott’s a lot better than he lets on. He rode a wave all the way in. I got like 10 feet before I was underwater, and that was after hours of trying.”

A memory of him and his brother surfing as teens made Enrique smile. “It took me years to master that beach. The waves are amazing.” With a smile he asked, “When did you visit?”

“We played a concert there two years ago.” Brandon lifted Mackenzie’s hand. “I have to take you there one day. Maybe…” He pulled his bottom lip in, almost saying something stupid. The word honeymoon would freak her out. Thinking quickly, he said, “Maybe next year.” Soon Brandon was helping load the dishwasher. “I can’t wait to show you off in a bikini.”

Enrique put the last of the leftovers in the refrigerator. “I’m going to use the bathroom.”

“Meet us in the bedroom.” Brandon didn’t even look up. He did wait to hear the door close before saying, “Go lay on the bed naked.”

Mackenzie had no clue if the plan would work, but she hoped it did. She undressed slowly, the anxiety returning. Once done, she lay on the pillow, her legs spread, hands above her head, eyes closed.

A minute later, Brandon entered the room and smiled. She was the most beautiful woman in the world to him. He pulled his T-shirt over his head and took off his shoes and socks. Not wanting Enrique to be uncomfortable, he kept most of his clothes on.

When Enrique found the right room, his mouth dropped, and his body froze. He scanned Mackenzie’s naked body, seeing Brandon’s name on her thigh. She was spread-eagled. He could see she was swollen and moist already. He rarely looked at her when they were together. She was only the third naked woman he had seen in the flesh. Her curves amazed him.

“You wanna start?” Brandon encouraged, quietly. “She looks lonely over there.” He knew he had to push to get Enrique started.

Startled by the sound, Enrique jumped, which embarrassed him. He recovered quickly. “Me? But, isn’t she your girlfriend?”

“Yes.” Brandon smiled widely, hoping it would help. “Just do your thing.” He didn’t watch Enrique undress, but when he came into view, he was in boxers. The folding chair he placed in the room was going to come in handy. He sat and played with his phone, waiting for the right moment.

Mackenzie closed her eyes when the bed moved. She didn’t want to know who it was. The slow kisses up her inner thighs made her think of Brandon gloating about the tattoo. She was hoping it would be obvious, but it wasn’t. A finger trailed behind her knee while a tongue went along her hip. She wanted to scream. Teasing was
so
not her thing.

Brandon heard a loud moan and looked up. Enrique had his face buried in her pussy, and she was gripping his hair. He couldn’t help but stare. The man was making her thrash and whimper with only his mouth. When several minutes later, she ground her hips up into Enrique’s face, he shook his head. She never liked it that much with him.

Knowing he had given her an ample amount of pleasure, Enrique lowered his boxers and grabbed the condom that lay next to her body. After rolling it over his erection, he climbed over her, oblivious to Brandon at that point. While she arched her back, and cried out yet again, he pressed the head of his engorged cock to her entrance. With a sigh of relief, he pushed forward.

Brandon jumped up, realizing he wasn’t paying attention. “Wait.”

Mackenzie opened her eyes. She had known it had been Enrique as soon as she felt his smaller penis. “Give him a minute.” She winked.

With a knowing nod, Brandon folded his arms over his chest and watched. Enrique had very little hip control, or he was just uncoordinated. He had heard Enrique was a great dancer, so that didn’t make sense. They had gone out dancing a few times, which Brandon was not pleased to hear about.

“My turn,” Brandon announced.

Enrique looked back, confused. “Already? I didn’t cum.”

“That’s the idea,” Brandon explained. “To drag it out as long as possible.”

Mackenzie groaned when her pussy was empty again. Although he was only mediocre at sex, she liked the feeling of being filled. She watched Brandon undress with a smile.

Enrique averted his eyes and just knelt next to her. “Are we fucking her together?” He was reluctant to do that.

“That wasn’t the plan, but if you want to try it, we can.” Brandon knelt between Mackenzie’s legs then lifted them up to his shoulders. “Wanna see why she got these tattoos?” He ran his fingers down the inside of her thighs.

Looking at the bed, Enrique replied, “I have always wondered.”

“Watch and you’ll see.” Brandon waited until he looked up. Then he thrust into her, hard. She cried out. “See.” He lifted her hips a little more and drove into her harder. “She likes it rough.”

Unable to turn away, Enrique uttered, “I was always afraid I would hurt her.” He watched Brandon’s cock slide in and out in a fast rhythm.

“She’ll tell you if you hurt her.” He smirked at her thrashing.

Mackenzie gripped the sheet beneath her. Brandon was pounding her hard while he held her legs still. A second orgasm was building. He was working harder than usual, directing his cock right over her sweet spot with every stroke.

Enrique could hear Brandon pleased her a lot more than he did. “My dick is not as big as yours.” He was becoming slightly intimidated. “How are you making her react like that?”

“See the angle I’m using?” Brandon explained, trying to keep his pace even. “I can hit her G-spot like this.”

“She likes it from behind though.”

Brandon glanced over at him. “Change the angle.” He pulled out and flipped Mackenzie over. “Like this.” He forced her to her knees and pulled her ass back. “Get above her.” With a hand on her back, he drove into her and waited for the gasp. “Hear that? I just hit it.”

Finally getting her bearings, Mackenzie grabbed a pillow to lay her head on. She clutched it tightly, unbelievable pleasure coursing through her entire body. The benefits from the lesson were not what she expected. Brandon slapped her ass, which stung. He did it again. Then suddenly, she screamed, her pussy gripping his cock rhythmically.

“Fuck yes!” Brandon’s head went back. “God, she feels so fucking good.” Then he gasped when she squirted on him. “Hell yes, baby! Cum on me!” He waited until her body stilled then pulled out. “You try it.”

Enrique’s eyes widened. “I can’t make her cum like you can. The tattoo’s right.”

Mackenzie was panting and filled with so much desire, she was nowhere near done. “Somebody fuck me!” Her womb contracted again her eyes rolled back. She wasn’t able to hear them, over the rush in her ears. “Fuck!” She looked back at them, talking. “Somebody shove their dick in me!”

Brandon looked to Enrique. “Are you that nervous?” When he didn’t get an answer, he ran a hand over Mackenzie’s ass then down. “She needs it.”

Mackenzie whimpered when his fingertips lightly grazed her clit. She pushed back, trying to get more pressure, but he moved with her. Shutting her eyes, she mumbled, “Please.”

“How can you deny her?” Brandon slid a finger through her folds. “She’s dying for you to try and make her cum.” He pushed a finger inside and got a soft cry. “If you’re not going to help her, I will. Then you’ll have to get a blowjob instead while I fuck her.” He met his eyes. “Or nothing.”

Considering his limited options, Enrique looked from Mackenzie to Brandon and back again. He needed to cum badly. It had been weeks. “Move over.” He had to give in. However, he worried he couldn’t measure up to Brandon.

The bed moved a lot, so Mackenzie turned her head. They were switching positions. When Brandon crawled to her side, he waved a hand at her. She gave him a questioning look.

“I want you to blow me,” Brandon explained. “Get up a bit.” He waited for her to lean on her forearms. Then he set the pillow against the headboard. “No hands, just your mouth.”

He slid in place; legs open in front of her, leaning back. Seeing Enrique was ready, he grabbed her by the hair and lowered her head to his cock. When she had engulfed the head and started the suction, he sucked a breath in through his teeth and nodded at Enrique.

Nervously, Enrique held his erection and got closer to Mackenzie. He lined it up and made sure to watch his angle. He glanced up and got an encouraging nod. Mackenzie swallowing Brandon’s entire cock distracted him. How did she take it all? Then he shook his head, to clear it.

Mackenzie moaned when Enrique impaled her. Brandon had pushed her all the way down again. Then he lifted his hips. She choked, quickly not able to take in a breath. She clawed at his thighs, terrified.

“Oh, fuck.” Brandon lifted her head. “So sorry, Kenzie.” He made her look at him while she gasped for air. “Use your hands. I’m sorry. It just felt so fucking amazing.”

Enrique tried to concentrate. He wanted to make her scream. It was something he always wanted to do. Her movement made that complicated, but he wasn’t about to give up. He thrust forward until he was balls deep. Then he adjusted his stance so his hips were above her a bit more. He gave her another stroke and hit the mark.

“Oh fuck!” Mackenzie shouted around Brandon’s erection.
How is he doing that?
She gripped Brandon’s dick and thigh, in shock. A loud moan escaped while she tried to start sucking again.

Brandon looked up and smiled. “I think it worked.” He glanced down at Mackenzie struggling to please him. Wanting her to relax, he ran his hands up and down her back. She lunged backwards then arched her back. “Yeah, cum, Kenzie, cum hard.”

She kept just the head of Brandon’s cock in her mouth while she met each of Enrique’s thrusts. It didn’t make sense, but somehow he was rubbing her sweet spot with every pass. She knew he didn’t last long, so she tried to enjoy every second. Then she suddenly lost her rhythm and concentration. Her head came up, and she screamed.

Enrique gasped. She had gripped his cock so hard, it hurt. He slapped her ass, trying to force her to let go. Instead, she cried out again and grinded her ass into him. He seized her hips and bellowed, “Gonna cum!” His eyes involuntarily shut as he shot streams of semen into the condom.

Watching them both, jealousy gripped Brandon. He regretted teaching Enrique part of his technique. She had forgotten all about him. He leaned back and closed his eyes, trying to shake it. Then a warm tongue stroked his balls, and he knew he was wrong.

“Ah yeah.” Brandon groaned. He wanted to make her suck his cock again, but was afraid he would choke her again. “Suck… me…” She pulled a testicle into her mouth. He gasped. “Tink… oh, God!” His hips lifted, dying for her to give him more.

She knew it and took his scrotum in her hand, massaging it as she moved it up. Then she slid her tongue down, first under his sack then over the sensitive area beyond. He sucked his breath in through his teeth, which she knew was because her tongue was pressing hard against his prostate from the outside. The bed shifted. She heard movement, but it did not distract her.

Grabbing the headboard behind him, Brandon braced himself. She started licking his ass, and he knew that would set him off. A hand stroked his cock. He nervously looked down, worried it was Enrique. Mackenzie gave him several pumps while she dragged her tongue across his hole. Then she slowly rimmed it, teasing. He wanted more, was unsure what, but more.

“Please…” he pled.

She sucked on a finger then swiped it over the pre-cum seeping out of him, swirling it over the tip. “You sure?”

He nodded, not caring what she did. What he got was a shock. She pressed her finger into his ass. He seized up, slight pain radiating. Mind fighting between wanting pleasure and making the pain stop, he gripped the headboard harder. Then she drove in deeper. He relaxed, wanting to see where she took it and hoping Scott was not lying about how good it could feel. Out of nowhere, he saw stars, not from pain, but unexpected pleasure.

“What’re you touching… fuck!” Brandon’s back arched. He ground on her hand.

Enrique had tossed the condom and stared at the scene. He couldn’t believe what she was doing to Brandon. Not the least bit kinky, Enrique was dumbfounded. Then she spit on her hand. Seconds later, Brandon’s hips went up, and he cried out. His face showed a mix of pain and ecstasy.
What did she do?

Mackenzie thrust two fingers slowly in and out of Brandon. When he stopped clenching, she pushed them in as far as possible and found her mark. Scott had helped her discover exactly where it was. She rubbed the gland gently at first then with urgency.

“Fuck… fuck… Tink…” Brandon could barely breathe. Never had he felt so incredible. Then his balls tightened. “St—op… wanna cum… in… you.” As soon as she pulled out, Brandon was on top of her. “Thank you.” He breathed in her ear as he penetrated her pussy, “Was amazing.” He thrust in to the hilt. “But, I love holding you while we fuck more.”

She grasped his biceps when he took her shoulders in his hands. His deep strokes quickly drew a moan from her. His pace quickened, and his breath hitched. She closed her eyes, succumbing to pleasure.

“Kenzie… Kenzie…” He wanted her to cum first, but he couldn’t hold back. His hips pumped harder, his orgasm imminent. “Fu—ck!”

Grinding up into him, Mackenzie cried out, “Brandon!” The quiver in her womb spread out, overwhelming her. Then she felt his cock pulsate within her, and her pussy tensed. “Oh God!” Nails raking his arms, her legs clamped around his hips, holding him in place.

Still gawking, Enrique hadn’t moved. Then he felt like he was intruding and diverted his gaze. Quickly he dressed and left the room. He smiled to himself. Never had he pleased a woman so much.

Brandon heard the apartment door close and checked the room. Enrique must have gone home. Still winded, he closed his eyes and held Mackenzie tight. “Are… you… tired?”