Wicked End (6 page)

“I can’t come out there.” Mackenzie shouted from the edge of the room. She looked in the mirror at the skimpy outfit. “If you wanna see it, come here.”

Brandon shrugged and followed her voice. He took one look at her and rushed back to the cab driver. “Don’t let anyone in there until we come out.”

The driver winked. “No problem.” He took up a post just outside the door and listened as closely as possible.

Mackenzie looked up at Brandon and was shocked when he started opening his pants. “What are you doing?” She backed up against a mirrored wall while he exposed his stiff cock.

“We’re alone.” He grabbed her and lifted her up against the wall. “No one’s gonna see.”

She gasped as he penetrated her. “I’m worried about getting arrested, not just caught.” Malls were full of security and cameras. Then she realized they couldn’t have a camera in a fitting room.

Brandon tried to be fast, but she was so nervous he couldn’t get in all the way. “Look at me.” She met his eyes. “We won’t get in trouble.” He felt her relaxing and thrust in hard. “Yeah, Tink, that’s my girl.” He held her ass and withdrew most of the way before driving in to the hilt.

“Uh…” she tried to be silent, but it wasn’t working.

Immersed in pleasure within seconds, she held onto his neck, her cheek against his. He pumped his hips quickly, making it increasingly difficult to hold in the moans. Each stroke was even more amazing. She could not remember them being in that situation before. That made it even more exciting. Her knees dug into his waist as a tremble began deep inside, coupled by a wave of ecstasy.

He softly groaned as she gripped his dick within. Her nails were gouging his back through his shirt. He moaned, wanting more. He slammed into her harder, wanting to feel it again. Seconds later, he grinned as she let out a soft cry and a bit of fluid ran over his balls. Her hold felt so good.

“Tink…” he whispered, unable to control his release. “Tink… I’m gonna cum…”

She closed her eyes as she felt the swelling move up his cock. Then her pussy reacted by constricting again. “God, you’re so incredible.”

“Someone’s coming,” the cabbie called to them.

Brandon waited until he was sure he had let out the last burst then pulled out. “Change back into your clothes, and we’ll buy everything you like.” He kissed her nose and lips.

At just about three in the afternoon, Brandon led Mackenzie by the hand onto the bus. They both greeted the roadies who passed them, but when Scott, the bassist, came into view, she let his hand go. He didn’t get why he was on her list specifically. Maybe it was the tight-ass pants he always wore.

Scott’s dark brown eyes had always screamed, “I wanna fuck you.” She not once acted on the draw of his seductive stare, fearing hurting Brandon. Finally, she would be able to put her hands through his long, unnaturally deep red hair and touch every inch of his athletic six-foot-tall frame.

Her eyes raked over him, taking in every inch of him. His look always excited her, in a different way than Brandon did. The tight black Metallica shirt fit well over his torso but didn’t allow her to get a peek at the definition she knew was beneath. His sexy ass was crammed into a pair of black skinny jeans that made his larger than average bulge even more pronounced. She couldn’t wait to see if his cock was as big as it seemed. He gave her that look, and she immediately walked right to him.

Brandon was fine when she hugged him. However, he couldn’t believe she stayed silent when Scott’s hand went up her skirt and grabbed her bare ass. He closed his eyes and reminded himself what they agreed to. It was killing him already.

Mackenzie gasped while Scott’s hand slid around her body, via her hip. It moved between them and down. She held in a sigh as Scott let his long fingers roam over her pussy. “Nice to see you,” she whispered. Mesmerized by thoughts of fucking him, she wasn’t able to come up with anything more.

“Nice to feel you,” he countered then pushed a fingertip into her. “I hear I get to feel a lot of you this trip.” He couldn’t wait to fuck the living shit out of her. It was something he thought of every time he saw her, but would never go for his friend’s girl.

Then Jake came into the front lounge and bellowed, “You’re late.”

“No, I’m not. You said three,” Brandon shouted back, tired of Jake’s arrogance. “She needed clothes for the trip. This wasn’t planned, dickhead.”

Jake spied Mackenzie and pulled her against his large body from behind. His six foot three, 240-pound muscular body dwarfed hers. “You ready for tonight, little lady?” he cupped her breasts in his hands and ground his already stiff dick into her back. “I got plans for you, and they all involve my cock.”

Mackenzie squirmed out of his arms and grabbed Brandon’s hand. She wasn’t too keen about Jake because he was overly crude and aggressive. Brandon’s assuring hug was all she needed to relax. He didn’t disappoint.

“You can still change your mind.” Brandon kissed her temple. “I’ll rent a car, and we’ll drive there.”

She looked up at him. “I’m just nervous,” she admitted. Truthfully, she hoped the trip started out with them alone.

“Give the lady some breathing room.” Chico, the drummer, entered the room from the back, carrying his skateboard. “You can’t all molest her at the same time. Hey Kenzie!” He had looked forward to hanging out with her. He wasn’t positive he wanted to fuck her though.

Chico was the funny one and usually the voice of reason, except when he drank. He wasn’t the tallest of the bunch, but could hold his own. Five foot nine wasn’t bad, and he worked out enough to lift Austin, the tall, thin rhythm guitarist, over his head. His large biceps peeked out from his white short-sleeved shirt.

Just then, Austin appeared, in only a pair of jean shorts. He had heard a female voice and wanted to see who it was. He winked at Mackenzie. “Hey, so it’s true, huh?” He loved hearing bits of Brandon’s life with her. He made her sound like a minx in bed.

“What’s true?” Brandon looked lost.

With his mouth upturned, Austin nodded at Mackenzie. “We can all fuck her?” He put his hands up and stretched, touching the ceiling. He hated being six foot six at times. She was not really his type, but he wasn’t about to turn down pussy.

“It’s that, or she’s hitching a ride,” Jake said with a growl. His cock was growing harder. He was imagining tying her down and making her take him raw. “I’m expecting pussy tonight.”

Chico shook his head. “Jake you’re such a dog. No wonder you never have a girlfriend.”

“I don’t need a girlfriend,” Jake came back with. “I have more groupies than I can fuck in a year. Mackenzie’s just icing on the cake.”

There was a commotion at the front of the bus and everyone turned. Jesse and Pepe had come aboard. Jesse was the youngest of the crew, at nineteen. He had started with them at sixteen, after quitting high school. Scott and Brandon had encouraged him to get his GED online while on the road. He looked up to them like father figures, which was good since his own father left his mom when he was two.

While Jesse climbed into the driver’s seat, Pepe moved forward. “Anybody want to put anything else below? I’m going to close it up.” Pepe was the band’s mechanical genius. He could fix anything. His real name was Sid. He got the name Pepe because Jake told him he smelled like Pepe le Pew one day, and the name stuck.

Brandon looked at Mackenzie. “The blue one, right?”

“Yeah.” She nodded.

“The tall blue suitcase just outside the door can go underneath, thanks.”

“I’m busy!” Brandon yelled at the knock on the back room door.

Scott’s reply was, “I can hear that. Let me watch.”

Brandon had chosen that room because the door locked. The couch was also bigger and more comfortable. Obviously, his pleas for some alone time before he shared his girl were being ignored. The guys had drooled over her and talked her ear off for hours. He didn’t get her to himself until seven that evening.

“Later!” Brandon shouted. Then he kissed Mackenzie again while pounding his hips into hers even harder. “I like fucking you on this bus,” he whispered in her ear then grabbed the side of the couch so they didn’t fall off. “It’s challenging.”

She couldn’t respond. Her eyes had rolled back, and the nails of her right hand dug into his flesh.

He growled as he felt her pussy start to tense. He knew she was about to cum. “Scream my name,” he demanded, wanting his bandmates to be jealous.

She pulled his hair and cried out, “God, Brandon!” Her back arched as it lasted. He started ramming into her faster and harder. “Fuck!” she shouted as more spasms consumed her and fluid burst from her. She was glad they put towels under her.

“Damn, Tink!” He groaned and pushed his pelvis against hers, grinding slowly while semen exploded from him. As soon as he recovered, he closed his eyes, then softly uttered, “Close your eyes and don’t move.”

Then Brandon got up. He dressed with a scowl on his face. He hated rushing, especially with Mackenzie. He and Scott had spoken about what she wanted out of the trip. They were close friends and both agreed making several items on her list come to life would be exciting.
Why did he have to interrupt us?

Mackenzie did as she was told. He rarely made demands. She knew he had a good reason and couldn’t wait to find out what it was. They had finally crossed off sex on the tour bus, which was even better than she expected. Neither of them fell to the floor. They had had expected to while they barreled down the freeway.

Minutes later, the door opened again. She smiled and put her leg on the back of the couch, giving him greater access. When she heard clothes coming off, she wondered what they were going to do next. Then the couch sank a bit between her legs. She lifted her hips, needing him again.

He kept her waiting, as he looked her over.
Nice!
He glanced down at his thick erection. It was jerking, trying to find its way into her soaking wet pussy. The fluid oozing out of it made it look all the better. With a grin, he leaned down and lapped at it.

She was slightly shocked that he was eating her out after cumming in her. He was sucking, licking and nipping her. It was nothing like his usual style—a bit rough, yet totally amazing. He traced the outline of her pussy twice before thrusting just the tip in. Then he dragged it up to her clit and toyed with her, driving her up a wall.

His tongue slid inside her pussy while a finger started to rub her clit. He added another finger and increased the pressure. He felt the reaction right away. She liked it rough. He grinned, lifted his hand and lowered his mouth again. At first, he teased her clit. When she moved her hips, he dove in and sucked on it hard.

“Uh… Uh, God!” her hands balled into fists and her hips lifted, grounding into his face. “Fuck… me, Brandon! Please… fuck me!”

He pulled away, happy to oblige. He pressed the head of his cock against her entrance then grabbed the end of the couch. With a grunt, he thrust forward, hard.

Shocked by his size, her eyes flew open. “Scott?” She was confused for a few seconds that the bassist was on top of her. Then she remembered the deal and smirked; another one off the list. She had not agreed to it being bareback, though.

“Heard you wanted to do me first,” Scott replied. “So I thought I’d make your dreams come true.” He leaned down and licked her left nipple as he slowly ground his hips into hers. “Beautiful tits… haven’t seen them in a few months.” He loved when Brandon fucked her in front of them.

She looked up at him. “I thought you were Brandon.” She should have known when she didn’t feel his beard or tongue ring.

“I can give you a lot more than he can.”

“Size isn’t everything.”

Scott withdrew and thrust in harder. “Not what I meant. I really know how to fuck. Believe me.” He lay down on her, holding her shoulders tightly. “You’ll never forget this,” he whispered.

Mackenzie cried out after only three strokes, her nails digging into his back. His length allowed him to get in deeper, and his girth stretched her more, but his technique made it even more amazing. He pulled out to the very tip and pushed right back in, each time. So every thrust felt like the first one.

“Told you,” Scott breathed in her ear while her back arched and pussy gripped him. “You’re gonna want me to fuck you every day.” He drove in with even more force, making her cry out again.

Brandon sat at the kitchenette’s booth, a beer and slice of pizza in front of him. The room was jammed with people with nowhere to go and loud enough that he barely heard Mackenzie. A few others were watching movies in their bunks. He thought about doing that. The DVD player in the ceiling wasn’t too small.

His hands balled into fists when he heard a muted cry from Mackenzie. He couldn’t get the image of her under Scott out of his head. He leaned back, and hit his head on the wall. The slight pain didn’t distract him though.

“Relax.” Jake, who was next to him, slapped his back. “She sounds like she’s enjoying it.” He grinned at Chico across from him. “I call next.”

Brandon rolled his eyes then took a long swig of his beer. “I don’t fucking care who’s next.”

Mackenzie’s orgasms had become stronger than she imagined. There was no emotion as with Brandon, only pure pleasure. She kept her head turned so she didn’t accidentally kiss Scott, and that added to it, making it seem taboo almost.

“You’re gonna cum again.” Scott licked her ear, knowing she loved it. “I wanna feel you squirt on me. Come on.” He slammed into her roughly. “You can do it.”

She shut her eyes tightly. She had been holding back. Brandon was the first one to encourage that. She trusted him. Scott was good, but… “Oh fuck!” She screamed and lost control. Her body quivered and tensed while a flood let go.

“Mmm, yeah, nice.” Scott calmed his rhythm as he felt her shaking. He smirked, gloating.
I’m fucking Brandon’s girlfriend!
The idea was such a turn-on. He never even shared a groupie before.

When her breathing was close to normal, she looked up. “Wow!”

“You ain’t seen anything yet.” Scott hoped she liked his plan.