Wicked End (8 page)

“Sshhh, go back to sleep,” Scott softly said as he caressed her back.

Brandon looked at her ass again. “You both fucked her?”

“Um, yeah, were we not allowed to do that?” Austin thought Brandon knew about it.

Letting out a loud exhale, Brandon realized they had just worn her out. “It’s fine.” He was not exactly thrilled they had a threesome with her. He grabbed a blanket from the back of the other sofa and laid it over her. “Can she lay on you until the hallway’s clear?” he asked Scott.

“Sure.” Scott held her to him.

Brandon held back the anger just at the surface. “It’s not an invitation to cuddle. I just don’t want anyone staring at her.”

He knew it had been obvious what happened by the sounds all three of them had been making. The entire bus heard them. He wanted to hide how much he started to hate the fucking deal he made. If she was awake, at least he could ask her if she enjoyed it. That would ease his heartache, maybe.

Scott reluctantly let Mackenzie go as Brandon gently woke her. He felt guilty seeing him kiss her and touch her skin. If he could get up without her tumbling to the floor, he would have.

“I’ll get her some water, just in case.” Austin disappeared again.

Mackenzie opened her eyes and whispered, “Brandon…” Then she lifted her head and kissed Scott on the mouth.

He quickly pushed her back as he looked at Brandon’s growing scowl. “I’m Scott, remember?”

She was so disoriented, she didn’t understand. “Baby, give me what I need.”

“What you need is a nap,” Brandon gently told her as he lifted her off Scott’s body. He jerked her body sideways in the process.

“Ow, fuck!” Scott groaned and grabbed his half-hard dick. “I was still in her pussy, man. That fucking hurt.”

Brandon cringed, imagining how that felt. “Ooh, sorry.” He sat on the other sofa with Mackenzie in his lap. “Tink, wake up.”

Her eyelids fluttered a little, and her head lifted. Then she slumped down again. She could faintly hear the voices, but couldn’t control her body.

Austin came in quietly. “Give her this.” He handed Brandon a bottle of water. “A few guys got their curtains open. Jake and Chico are playing Quarters at the table. Chico’s losing, by the way, so expect the unexpected. Rafe and Antonio are bullshitting by the bathroom, but everyone else is in bed.” Rafe and Antonio were set designers.

“Hey, can you drink some for me?” Brandon held the water to her lips as he kept her head steady. “Come on, please.” He smirked, then ran his tongue along her earlobe. A soft moan escaped her lips. “That’s a girl.”

Mackenzie opened her eyes to Brandon’s face and smiled. “Hey, baby.” Then she felt the bottle and took a few sips. “I’m so tired.”

“I know, Tink. I’m gonna help you wash up then get you to bed.” He hugged her. “Did you…” He hesitated, unsure if he wanted to know anymore. Then he closed his eyes and just asked, “Did you enjoy it?”

She snuggled against him. “Enjoy what?”

Scott, who was getting his clothes on, froze and stared at her. “You’re fucking kidding me?” He was insulted. No way did she forget how hard they made her cum. “I fucked the shit outta you.”

Brandon glared at Scott, so he would shut up. “We’ll talk about it later,” he told Mackenzie.

Austin checked the hallway several times, as they all just waited. After the fifth look, he said, “OK, looks clear.” He walked over to Brandon and helped him stand up.

Brandon wrapped Mackenzie in a dry towel then guided her into the small bathroom. She was half-awake and walking under her own power, but slowly. After locking the door, Brandon set Mackenzie on the closed toilet. When he let go, she started to tip.

“Can you sit up, please?” He held her steady until she grabbed the sink next to her.

She laid her head on it and watched him undress. If she had not been so out of it, she would have hoped for shower sex. Then the bus hit a bump. She fell to the floor and laughed, softly.

“Only you could laugh at something like that.” He almost fell as well, but lifted her up, leaving the towel on the floor. “Hold on tight. I’m gonna get you in the shower.” He couldn’t stand that she had cum running down her thighs, and it wasn’t his.

As he washed her, she became less and less responsive. When he had rinsed them both off, he lifted her chin. She was out again.

Soon, he laid Mackenzie’s spent body in his bunk and covered her up. He was glad for a change his bunk was in the middle. He didn’t have to struggle to get her in. Before he had a chance to find her something to wear, Jake stumbled to him from the front lounge.

“Time to fuck,” Jake slurred, grabbing his crotch.

Brandon turned to the impatient, pompous ass. “Let her sleep for a while.”

“I’m horny now,” he insisted.

Brandon held back his anger, for the tenth time that day. “If you fuck her now, she’s not gonna move. She passed out in the fucking shower. Give her a few hours, and she’ll rock your world. You heard me brag about her.”

“Yeah. That’s what makes it hard to wait.” He stroked his hard cock through his jeans. “My dick is dying to feel her cum. I’m gonna make her scream my name.”

Closing his eyes, Brandon quelled his jealousy again. “It’s too early for her to be out for the night, relax dude. Go have another beer.”

Mackenzie woke up unsure of where she was. After a few seconds though, it came back to her. She felt the bed next to her and found she was alone. Then she discovered she was in her favorite nightshirt, which did not get a lot of use, since she normally slept in the nude. Brandon must have taken care of her. The last thing she could recall was being in the shower with him.

Then hearing Austin shout Scott’s name came to her. She had no clue either of them were bisexual and was surprised by it, but wouldn’t judge them. What they preferred was their choice. She wondered how much they fooled around on the bus and how much the other guys allowed within their sight.

Her stomach growled, so she peeked out of the bunk, pulling the curtain back just enough to see an empty hallway. Carefully, she climbed down and was immediately glad Brandon had dressed her.

Jake was coming out of the back room, and there were a bunch of men in there. He closed the door behind himself and grinned at her as he opened his jeans and pulled out his 12-inch dick that was hard as a rock.

Her eyes opened wide at his size. No way would that thing fit inside of her. She turned and headed for the kitchen area, where she heard voices. She looked around the room at the roadies and other band members with beers in their hands. Brandon was nowhere to be found.

While looking at the mess in the kitchen, she asked no one in particular, “Where’s Brandon?”

“Sitting with Jesse,” Austin replied from the table, eating what looked like frozen pizza. “They’re trying to find a town to get gas at.”

Angelo, one of the security guys, stood up. “So who’s drawing straws for bunks this trip?” They had 15 men with the band and crew, but there were only 12 bunks. “I got fucked last time. That couch kills your back.”

“Jesse and Mike are sharing,” Scott told him. They were both drivers. “But the rest of you gotta draw straws.”

Then she was shocked when Jake put his arms around her from behind. “So what’s your favorite position?” He asked, slowly pulling up her shirt in the front.

She smirked and decided to be honest. “Doggie.”

“Good.” With a grin, he whispered in her ear, “I know you like to be watched.”

She thought about how many times she had sex in public with Brandon. “Yeah, sometimes.” She looked back at him. “Is that the plan?”

“Hell yeah.” He moaned softly in her ear. “Time to show Brandon up.” He splayed his hands over her belly. “You ready to fuck?”

Mackenzie looked towards the front of the bus. “No time like the present.” She technically wanted to get Jake over with. He didn’t turn her off, but didn’t make her crazy horny either.

Jake quickly bent her over the table, almost knocking over Scott’s beer and forcing Austin to pick his plate up. Then he lifted her pajamas, finding her pantyless. He looked up at Austin and winked just before he pushed the head of his cock into her.

“Ow!” Mackenzie cried out. She had hoped he would use his tongue ring on her first.

Jake pulled out, realizing she couldn’t take him. “Brandon don’t got what I do, huh?” He knew the answer, but was hoping she would feed his ego. He rubbed her opening, not penetrating, but teasing. “Wait till you feel what its like to have this monster inside of you.”

She was sure he was too big for her. Then fingers slipped inside of her. Her eyes closed as Jake worked her pussy slowly. A thumb caressed her clit. She sighed, and her hips moved. Suddenly he started thrusting his fingers hard. Within seconds, she quietly cried out while her pussy clenched.

“Hey, somebody toss me some lube.” Jake stroked his dick a few times while he looked at her pussy. He got four tubes thrown at him from different directions. He grabbed the closest one and rubbed it on them both. Looking around, he asked, “Ready for a good show, guys?”

Brandon was behind the front curtain, which was closed so the lights didn’t reflect on the windshield. “Looks like there’s a big town up ahead.” The map on his phone said there was. “How many miles can we push it to?” He was sitting on the floor, holding onto the bar next to him.

“Maybe 20.” Jesse frowned. “I never thought of midnight as late, but nothing’s open so far.”

Hearing more voices, Brandon turned to the curtain. As far as he knew Mackenzie was still sleeping, but he swore he heard her. “Hey, turn that up,” he said when he heard a familiar voice.

Jesse did and asked, “Who is that? Good song.”

“It’s one of Jon Harris’ finds. Triple Threat,” Brandon explained. He had streamed a few of their songs on their website while ogling Crystal’s body. “The bassist is a chick, if you can believe.”

Mackenzie was shocked when someone touched her hand. She looked up and saw it was Scott.

“Relax, or it’s gonna hurt again,” he softly reminded her.

She shut her eyes tightly when Jake drove into her again. He paused when the head broke through and gave her a few seconds. She squeezed Scott’s hand, breathing heavily. Then her ass was slapped hard, and she flinched.

“Brandon will kick your fucking ass if you smack her again,” Austin advised him.

Jake looked around, making sure he was still gone. “It was just a love tap.”

“On his woman’s ass.” Scott glared at him. “Do it again, and I’ll kick your ass with him.”

Jake groaned. “OK I won’t be so rough.” He liked a lot of kink with his sex and slapping a girl got him off. Stretching her out would have to do. He pushed forward a bit more and felt her grip him. “Mmmm, yeah. Hug me tight, baby.”

Mackenzie took a deep breath. Fear of more pain was making her tighten up.

“Relax,” Scott whispered while he raked her hair with his fingers.

She took another breath, and her muscles loosened. Jake pulled back a bit then thrust forward a few inches. She felt her pussy adjusting to him. The feeling was so strange.

Everyone in the room had their gaze fixed on the pussy being filled. Some had pulled out their own dicks. Mackenzie was oblivious to them.

Jake started out with slow shallow strokes, not giving her another inch for a full minute. Carefully, he pushed in more, as she whimpered. He groaned as she again clenched within. It felt so good. As soon as she released him, he drove in further.

Brandon wondered why the voices were getting louder. The words mixed together, so he wasn’t sure what they were cheering about. Maybe they put on a game of some kind. He checked his phone again. The app he was using said there was an open gas station just off the next exit. “Take 225, there’s one just off the freeway.”

When Jake had given Mackenzie all he could, he glanced at their joining. The head of his cock pressed against her cervix, but he still had almost two inches to go. He pushed against her a bit and circled his hips slowly.

She had to let out a moan. It felt amazing. He filled her pussy up completely, and she felt every move he made all over.

Jake groaned. “I love a tight pussy.” He withdrew and thrust back in quickly a few times, “Yeah, nice.” He grabbed her sides and started to ram into her, bumping her deep within each time.

“Oh God!” Mackenzie shouted out as she trembled inside and let out fluid with the powerful feeling.

Jake smirked as he felt his legs get wet. “Brandon,” he yelled. “You didn’t tell me she could spew.”

Then he started pounding her as hard as he could, hoping to make her do it again. He wasn’t disappointed. She screamed, and a flood of liquid poured down her legs.

Phrases like, “fuck her harder” and “pull out so we can see her pussy” came at him from all directions. He looked around the room. All the guys stared at him, a few jerking off. He knew he would win the bet Austin told him about. He was always the best, in his mind at least.

Mackenzie was gripping Scott’s hand hard and couldn’t stay quiet for a second as Jake continued to fuck her harder than Brandon ever had. Then she felt a towel at her feet. It took her a few seconds to realize it was for the fluid she heard dripping on the floor.

Brandon heard Jake shout his name, but didn’t hear what came after. “We’re gonna make a stop!” he shouted as he got up.

When Brandon walked back into the lounge, he almost attacked Jake. He was relentlessly plowing into his Tink, while everyone encouraged him. Then the deal came to mind. He just turned away. He couldn’t watch. She sounded like she was enjoying it, which he hated.

“Dude, what’s wrong?” Andy, the new lighting technician, asked him as he leaned his head on the wall. “Don’t you like to watch?”

Brandon sighed. “It’s hard to explain.”

“Is that your girlfriend?”

“Not exactly.”

Andy looked from the couple to Brandon. “You don’t like sharing, do you?”

“I’m gonna go lay down.” Brandon couldn’t stand to hear her anymore. Then suddenly she cried out his name. He turned to see her obviously cumming yet again, as she soaked through the towel under her. At least she was thinking of him.