Wicked End (10 page)

“Hey, Brandon, I wouldn’t do that if I was you!” Mike shouted from the side of the bus.

Brandon turned to him just before climbing the stairs. “Why not?”

“I peeked in and saw Austin fucking someone on the couch.” Mike rolled his eyes. “I don’t wanna know who.”

With a sigh, Brandon listened. There was definitely male moaning. “I’ll take a look when it gets quiet, and let you know if it’s clear,” Brandon called to him.

“Oh fuck, Scott,” Austin cried out, just loud enough for Mackenzie to hear. All their movement stopped, as he came hard. “Uh! Better than I expected, fuck!”

Scott moaned loudly as he felt the pulsating. He stopped trying to delay the inevitable and just unloaded into her. “Sorry it was fast. We never did this before.”

“Fast?” she pulled his hand off her eyes and looked at him. “You were fucking me forever before he came in here.” She looked around him at Austin. He was still perched behind Scott, rubbing his bare back.

Then they heard multiple footsteps. Scott waved at Austin and Mackenzie almost felt him pull out of Scott while he groaned. Austin quickly hitched Scott’s pants up just before closing his own. It looked like Austin had watched them.

“Don’t tell me you’re still fucking,” Brandon said when he noticed Austin on his knees behind Scott, with a hand on his back. Then he got closer and saw Mackenzie on the bottom. “Oh, you double-teamed her again. Did you wear her out?”

Mackenzie wriggled, trying to get out from under them both as Scott started thrusting again. “I’m OK,” she assured him. “Hey, Scott, no more.”

“Yeah, man, that’s twice,” Brandon added as he put everything away. “I haven’t even gotten to fuck her twice on this trip.”

Scott pulled out and looked at him. “You gotta be fast. Just grab her and start fucking.”

Brandon smiled, but didn’t reply.

Austin put his hands on Scott’s arms as they both stood up. “My turn now, right?”

“Brandon wants her,” Scott whispered.

Austin grinned and licked Scott’s ear. “No, you do me now.”

Mackenzie looked up at them and couldn’t believe she never knew before. It was so obvious. Scott ran his hand through Austin’s flattened blonde Mohawk while they just stared at each other.

She slowly slid off the couch and took Brandon’s offered hand. “He kinda just tossed me down and fucked me.”

“It’s OK. Once we get to Vancouver, you’re mine until you go home,” he explained to her. “I’m glad they were done when I got back though. Seeing Jake fucking you kinda hurt.”

She put her arm around his waist as they walked back to the bunks. “Chico next, huh?”

“Yeah, but don’t worry. He’s sleeping. He got so trashed.” He thought about Chico when he was drunk. “Would it bother you if he woke you up? Chico gets real horny when he’s drunk sometimes.”

With a grin, she whispered, “You know I love that.” Waking up to sex was one of her favorite things. “Tell him, any time he’s ready.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah, it’s fine.” She headed to the bathroom. “I’m gonna wash up.”

Soon Brandon spooned against her, his back to the curtain, so if one of them fell, it would be him. He had mixed feelings about the deal at that point. Her list was dwindling down, but he had hoped to cross one off with her too.

Mackenzie was thinking too. She pulled her bottom lip in. “Um, if I tell you something, can you promise not to get upset?”

“As long as it’s not you’re in love with Jake.”

She laughed. “I’m not, but I’m really enjoying this.”

“You are? Good.” He felt a bit of relief, yet his heart ached.

“Should I count this as a gangbang too?” She let out a short laugh. “It’s pretty close to one.”

He sighed, and his breath washed over her ear. “True, it’s close enough.”

“That means I cleared off four, no wait, five since the airport yesterday.”

He pulled her closer. “We’ll cross them off tomorrow, and I’ll help you mark off the ones you and I have done over the last year.”

“Yeah, I haven’t gotten around to updating it lately.” She grabbed his hands. “Maybe I can think up some more to add to it.”

“As long as they don’t involve my band, OK?”

Mackenzie reached back and caressed his cheek. “Baby, there’s only you in my heart you know.”

He was about to say “I know.” But she had never told him that before. He knew what they had, was special and different, but he was in her heart? That was something he was afraid to admit to her. She was in his. “There’s no room for anyone else but you in mine, Tink.”

That comment made her smile, although she wasn’t sure how to take it. She relaxed her body against his and closed her eyes. She was content to stay in his arms for the rest of the tour, but she knew she would have to let go sometime.

Brandon woke up needing to take a leak. Mackenzie was leaning on him heavily. He kissed her cheek and carefully climbed down from the bunk as she rolled onto her back. He smiled at the peaceful look on her face just before closing the curtain again.

When he was about to go back to bed, Chico poked his head out from his bunk, just above. “Hey, it’s my turn. I haven’t cum since we left Anaheim.”

“She’s sleeping,” Brandon replied. “When she wakes up I’ll have her come up there to you.”

Chico came down to the floor, only in a pair of boxers that showed off his erection. “What’s the big deal? She can go back to sleep after. My dick’s ready now.”

Brandon sighed, went to the cabinet, and then handed him a condom. “Fine, but you’re wearing this. You can’t prove you’re clean, and you ain’t giving her nothing.”

“I was just fuckin’ with you, man.” Chico grabbed one of his bags out of the closet and whipped out a sheet of paper. “I just got checked. I would never do that to your girl. She means too much to you.”

Brandon gave him a half-smile. “Thanks.” He was glad most of the guys were being respectful to her for the most part. “I’m gonna go watch a movie.”

“Dude, you don’t like this, do you?”

“Don’t worry about me.”

Chico watched him walk to the back lounge. He almost changed his mind. Brandon was obviously upset. Then his cock jerked and his balls started aching. He needed to either jerk off or fuck her. He decided on the later and climbed up to their bunk.

Brandon closed himself in the back room. He hoped he wouldn’t hear anything. The television was on, and Andy had passed out on the floor. He put in a DVD and lay on the couch. For a few seconds, he glanced at the body on the other couch, trying to figure out who it was, but the blanket obscured too much. Instead of paying attention to the movie, he imagined what was happening in his bunk.

Lying on his side, Chico slid his hand up Mackenzie’s thighs and grinned when he found no panties. He pushed her nightshirt up as high as he could and caressed her right breast. Then she reacted by opening her legs.

“Mmmm, I guess you know what I want,” he whispered then moved his hand downwards. “I hear you got a nice pussy.” He pushed a finger in and was shocked she was slightly wet. “Nice.”

After adding another finger, he thrust a few times, drawing several soft moans from her. He wanted to be sure that she was ready. She felt perfect to him. He lowered his underwear then banged his head trying to climb on top of her. He held in the groan of pain and settled his hips between her thighs.

When he pressed the head of his eight-inch cock into her pussy, she lifted her hips and took in a few inches. “Oh fuck yeah.” He leaned on his forearms and drove into her slowly.

Mackenzie was dreaming of Brandon. They were in his bed, making love for once. She had no idea Chico was the one fucking her. In her mind, her moans were for Brandon. Her hands ran over Chico’s back, thinking he was Brandon.

Chico sighed as their hips met. He had several girlfriends, all over the country, who knew they were not the only one. He was faithful to them as a whole. Mackenzie was the first woman he fucked outside that circle, although he let any groupie who wanted, to blow him.

His strokes were easy, so he wouldn’t wake her. He ground into her deeply, and she moved her hips side to side. He gripped the sheet and quietly moaned. It felt so good. His girlfriend in Anaheim had been on her period and wouldn’t let him touch her that week, so he had been dying for some pussy.

“God, no wonder he’s so into you.” He gasped as her pussy contracted around him, and she scratched his back. “Fuck, I don’t wanna cum this fast.”

He felt it beginning, but strained to stop it. It would be almost two weeks before they got to Boston, where Ashley lived. That would be the next time he planned to get laid.
Maybe she’ll let me…
He dismissed the thought and concentrated on not cumming.

“Fuck me harder,” Mackenzie whispered, her dream changing. Brandon had her against the tour bus door with a slew of his fans watching them. “He’s mine…” she said, almost to herself.

Chico obliged and rammed his cock into her. “I like rough. Let me hold you down, please.” He thought she was awake because she was talking. It was too dark for him to see. He pumped harder, his breathing speeding up and the bunk creaking. “No wonder Brandon won’t shut up about you.”

All of a sudden, she opened her eyes. “Brandon?” It was so dark she couldn’t see anything. She felt slightly disoriented. When he didn’t answer her, she added, “I’m tired, let me sleep.”

“I couldn’t wait,” Chico softly told her.

Fear took over quickly when she didn’t recognize the voice. Instantly she tried to get him off her, scratching, pushing and struggling to get away from him. “Stop it!” she cried out. “Get off me!”

“Hey, it’s me, Chico.” He grabbed her hands and held them over her head. “That hurts, cut it out.” Then he covered her mouth, turned on by her resistance. He leaned down and whispered, “Can I tie you up?”

She finally recognized his voice. “Uh-uh,” she mumbled incoherently and shook her head. She usually only allowed Brandon to do that. She tried to pull her hands free, but he tightened his grip. Then her eyes narrowed. She felt something odd inside of her. “What is that?” With her mouth covered, it was muffled.

“What?” Chico quietly moaned as ground into her. Then his head went back and it smacked the top of the bunk. “Let’s get down, so I got room to work.” He pulled out and carefully climbed down to the floor. He tapped her leg and whispered, “Come down here. I don’t wanna hit my head again.”

Mackenzie peeked out and saw no one. She wondered where Brandon was. Slowly she pulled back the curtain and started sliding down. He grabbed her just before she hit the floor and lifted her up. She quickly gripped his shoulders.

He smirked, leaning her back against a post. Then he planted his feet, so they didn’t fall. Softly, he asked, “You ready, little lady?”

She met his gaze in the dimly lit hall, eyelids still heavy. "Yeah." She felt his hand touch her inner thigh and wrapped her arms around his neck.

Chico pushed forward and sighed as the head of his cock broke through. He groaned as he thrust shallowly a few times. He grinned when he heard a gasp from Mackenzie. Her arms clutched his neck tighter while her breath washed over his ear. A shiver ran down his spine. His neck was very sensitive.

Mackenzie was shocked when he started going faster. Her lips brushed his throat as he shook her body. He felt so much like Brandon, she almost kissed him, but caught herself in time. She felt something again though.

“What’s that rubbing on me?” It was almost like he had some type of solid ribbed condom on.

He groaned in her ear. “The implants… in my… dick…”

She had no idea he had them. “Mmmm, I like that.” He was grazing her sweet spot with each stroke while the implants stimulated her canal. Her nails instinctively dug into his back.

“Don’t make a mark,” he begged her.

Mackenzie balled her fists and whimpered quietly. “Oh, fuck.” Her pussy tensed as her insides trembled.

Chico realized he was free for two weeks. “Never mind, scratch away. She won’t see it.”

Confused, she looked into his eyes. “Huh?” Her breath was ragged.

“My Boston girlfriend.” He groaned as she clenched his dick. “Do whatever you want.”

Brandon was torturing himself with images of Mackenzie screaming out Chico’s name. A few of his girlfriends had bragged how amazing he was in bed. The last thing Brandon wanted was for Chico to take her as one of his brood. Mackenzie was his, damn it!

He assumed they were still in his bunk, her soaking the sheets while he fucked the shit out of her. He didn’t hear anything, but they all knew how to be quiet when the need arose. After seething for a minute, he stood up and headed for the door.

Then he exhaled loudly. If they were still going at it, he would be hurt more than ever.
Maybe they were done and just talking.
Chico was a good listener. Many times, Brandon had gone to him when he needed to talk. He always helped.

Chico moaned while Mackenzie’s pussy rhythmically tightened and relaxed around him. “Shit!” he cried out, louder than he expected.

“Shut up!” Jeff shouted from his bunk and threw an empty beer can towards the couple. They were just loud enough to invade his dream of Eva Longoria.

Mackenzie let out a short laugh then a groan of pleasure. “Oh, God.” Her lips were against his ear.

“Damn… girl.” Chico was grinding his hips into hers with his eyes rolled back. Then the bus turned. He grabbed the wall behind her. “Hold on tight,” he softly told her.

She clung to him, as he pumped into her again. He gradually went faster then harder. She gasped, trying to stay quiet. His strokes had a unique rhythm. She couldn’t help but try to figure out why it seemed familiar. Then when he started humming, she recognized it. He was doing her to the beat of “The Fires of Hell.” Wicked End’s first hit single.

The song
was
playing in Chico’s head. He thrust harder as the beat built up. Her mouth at his neck was driving him crazy. It was hard to concentrate, but he always fucked to one of his beats. She was starting to moan louder, and he felt her pussy tensing. She had orgasmed at least four times already. He was not used to that. Only one of his girlfriends could cum more than once.