Wicked End

by Bella Jeanisse

  “There’s something between them waiting for you.” He used his pelvic muscles to make his half-hard dick jump. “If you lick it, I might tattoo your name on it.”

  Knowing he was teasing her, she licked it from base to tip. When his eyes opened wide, she smirked. Then she bit her lip and traced the tattoo sometimes partly hidden by his pubic hair. He had shaved it off for her. It was an arrow pointing down and it said, Tink’s cock!

  “I can’t believe you got me to do that.” He grinned.

  She grabbed his thighs. “Mine’s worse.”

  He grabbed her arms and pushed her onto her belly. “Yeah, but a bet’s a bet.” He spread her legs and ran a finger up her inner thigh. “Brandon was here,” he read aloud. Then he moved to the other side. “Best cock ever!”

  “You gloat too much.” She feigned annoyance, but she loved explaining who Brandon was. Most men were thrilled to screw her knowing he had done it also.

  He leaned over her body, turning her to her side a bit. “This one—” he licked the top of the tattoo on her right shoulder, “—is fucking hot!”

  His tongue traveled down to where the forest design ended at her hip, expanding from her breast to her spine. At the very bottom was Tinker Bell. He did the same up her other side, sliding over the bloody rose vine that snaked up her body. She had gotten that for her Dad. Reluctantly, he thought of his own string of bloody roses, on the opposite side of his body. He tensed, memories beginning. Not gonna happen now. He shook his head and pushed the thought away. Sex would make him forget.

  He shoved his cock into her roughly. “You can take a shower later. I’m gonna cum deep inside you again,” he whispered in her ear while he thrust as intensely as possible. “My juices are gonna be dripping out of you all day. I’ll be the only thing on your mind.”

  She moaned, enjoying his rhythm and knew he was right. He had cum inside her three times already. It was going to be an interesting flight.

  Brandon wanted to give her even more incentive to meet him some place on the road. He knew she loved it from behind, but she seemed to need kissing, so he hadn’t had her in that position.

  “God, Brandon!” Mackenzie screamed while his hips smacked into her ass full force.

  He kept up the pace, and she cried out again, clutching the sheet beneath her and holding on for dear life. That position always made her cum more. It took only a few more seconds for it to wash over her again.

  “Too much!” she shouted.

  Brandon snickered. “OK, then how about this?” He quickly got to his knees and yanked her to hers. Shocked, she put her hands out and landed on all fours, exactly how he expected her to. “Hold on tight, Tink.” Then he grabbed her waist and started pounding her.

  Immediately, Mackenzie called out his name and felt like her knees were going to buckle. Fluid was running down her legs fast, and she could hear the slapping sounds had changed because of it.

  “I wish… I could… make you… pass out… again,” Brandon said brokenly, his breath labored. “You… got… the best… pussy… ever.” Then he groaned, feeling her orgasm yet again. “Fuck… that… feels good.”

  She knew it was going to happen just before she collapsed. There was no strength left in her legs to hold herself up. “I can’t,” she mumbled, sprawled out on her belly again.

  Brandon pulled out and flipped her over. “Don’t worry. I got it.” He lay down on her and put his hands under her shoulders. “I want you to still feel me inside you next week,” he whispered.

  She ran her fingers through his sweat soaked hair. “When I close my eyes, I can always feel you, baby.”

  “Good.” He pushed back into her. “I can feel you too. Life kinda sucks without you. So when I think about mornings like this, it helps me through the day.” His lips met hers. They kissed slowly while he thrust gently, allowing her to catch her breath.

  Within minutes, Brandon was back to pounding her pussy with wild abandon. He knew he wouldn’t have sex for a while and needed to take advantage of their time together. It didn’t take long for him to feel like he was going to burst.

  When sweat started dripping down on her, Mackenzie looked up. Brandon’s eyes had closed, and he was gritting his teeth. That meant he was trying not to cum. She ran her hands up his sides and got a loud moan in return. It drove him nuts, and she knew it.

  Then Brandon grunted. “Shit!” He held her close and ground his pelvis against hers. “Oh damn!” He sighed as his load spurted out. “Tink… uh.”

  “Wow do we need a shower,” Mackenzie uttered when Brandon rolled off her almost ten minutes later.

  He sighed. “It was worth soaking the bed.” He put a hand in his hair. “Ugh, yeah, I’m sweaty as hell.” He picked up her hand and kissed it. “Come wash my back.”

  When they were showered and ready, they hurried to the airport. Brandon was worried about hitting traffic and missing his flight. It had happened to him a few times before.

  “Isn’t there anything you can do?” Mackenzie angrily asked the clerk at the check-in desk.

  The woman frowned. “I’m sorry, Miss Winters. All the airports in south Florida are closed. The storm took out electricity everywhere. They say it will be at least four days before the roads are cleared.”

  Brandon put his arms around her. “Calm down. I’ll figure something out.”

  “But you’re leaving.” Tears started to well up. Her phone had died, so she didn’t get the message they outright cancelled her flight. On top of that, she left her phone cable in Dallas. “I don’t know anyone here anymore.” She couldn’t handle being utterly alone for almost a week. It took her time to find a new place to pick up men, so she could forget her loneliness.

  He wanted to offer her his place, but knew her too well. “I’ll think of something. Here.” He handed her his phone. “Call work, and let them know. I got my charger, so we’ll get your phone working again.” He was glad they had the same phone.

  Mackenzie took a deep breath and called her office but got no answer. She tried several different numbers of co-workers that should have been in that early, still nothing.

  Then she called Winston, her boss, at home. “Mackenzie, are you OK? No one could get you last night.”

  “My phone died. I’m stuck in Baltimore. They said the airport’s closed.”

  “Everything is closed. Several buildings had every window blown out. It’s going to take about two weeks to fix the courthouse alone, they say. Our building was flooded, too. They may have to demolish it. We’ve been looking for a place to rent in the meantime.”

  She looked to Brandon with tears in her eyes. “I can rent a car and drive down.”

  “It’s too dangerous.” Winston sighed. “The roads are a mess, and the interstate is closed except for emergency vehicles. Just take the week off, like a vacation. Please. I have to make a bunch of calls. Keep in touch.”

  She leaned on Brandon’s shoulder as she handed him back his phone. “What do I do?”

  He had heard most of the conversation. Their flights were with the same airline, so an idea popped into his head. He turned to the woman behind the counter. “Can you change her ticket to Los Angeles if I pay the difference?”

  “That’s no problem, as long as there is room on the flight.”

  Mackenzie lifted her head. She would love to spend more time with him, but she didn’t want to cause problems for him. “But, you said the guys…”

  “I’ll talk to them,” he assured her and ran his fingers through her hair. His heart fluttered with excitement, knowing he would have days with her. Maybe it was what they both needed, time together. He cupped her face in his hand. “You like them, don’t you?”

  She smiled then whispered, “Yeah, Chico’s cute, and Scott’s a hottie. Would you care if I fucked Scott?” She realized too late that the question might upset him, since he kept her close around his bandmates.

  It took him a few seconds to react, unsure how he felt about it. He was possessive of her when t
hey were together and didn’t want any issues with his band. That, coupled with the feelings he had building for her, made him want to tell her she couldn’t. However, she was not his girl for real. “Just not in front of me.” He led her to a set of chairs. “Sit tight. I’ll call Jake.”

  When she sat down, he pulled out his phone and walked to a quieter area. “Jake, I need a favor.”

  “You didn’t miss your flight, did you?” Jake, the lead singer, replied with a groan.

  Brandon sighed. “No, man, I’m not coming alone. I gotta bring my girl with me. A hurricane hit, and she can’t get home.”

  “Mackenzie? Hell yes!” Jake got excited. “She’s the hottest broker I ever seen, and a freak. You know I like freaks.”

  Relief washed over Brandon, but so did anger. “Yeah, yeah.”

  “You know the rule though.” Jake suddenly changed his tone and paused dramatically. “We can make an exception, though. It’s a long ride to Vancouver, so if you share her, I’ll convince the other guys.”

  Brandon’s mouth dropped. “What do you mean share her?”

  “Either we get to fuck her, or tell her to meet us there.” Jake had an evil smile on his face, hoping his request pissed Brandon off. He just wanted to see his face when she submitted to him. He could actually care less about fucking her.

  Brandon looked at his Mackenzie sniffling and trying to hold back her tears. She had pulled out her laptop and seemed to be checking her email. He wasn’t sure if she would agree to do all of them. Besides that, he didn’t think he could handle it. Leaving her alone was so much worse though.

  “I have to ask her first,” Brandon replied. For a few seconds, he imagined it. Suddenly it seemed hot as hell. If he could tell them when and where, that would be even better. Then again, would sharing her show her how he felt, or fuck it all up? He was thoroughly confused on the matter, and torn on whether he should even bother to tell her Jake’s condition.

  Jake grinned. “She’s always flirting with us. You know she’ll go for it. I can’t wait to feel that tight-ass pussy wrapped around my dick. You gonna watch, dude?”

  “Fuck no!” Brandon quickly forced his anger to subside. Jake just had to go and piss him off. “I’ll call you back.” He was livid about it again.

  Jake was sure she wanted him. “It’s gonna be sweet.”

  Brandon wanted to throw his phone across the room, but knew it wouldn’t solve a thing. He punched the wall instead. He should have known Jake would insist on something like that.

  He couldn’t even imagine what it would feel like to see one of his friends nailing the woman he wanted to himself. However, he had to keep up the charade that he still wanted to be just friends. Dating would be complicated, and she never even hinted she wanted more. Blowing their friendship with jealousy was not worth the risk.

  “Tink, we need to talk.” He sat next to her and waited for her attention. Then he looked into her eyes. “Jake said you can only come with us if I share you with everyone.”

  “What?” Her mouth opened wide. It was the last thing she expected to hear. “You mean share, as in sex?” The shock wore off quickly, though.

  He grabbed her hand. “I’m sorry. I know Jake’s an ass, but it’s the only way he’ll break the rule. Otherwise, he said you can wait for us in Vancouver. I didn’t think you’d want to go there alone.”

  “True,” she agreed, hiding that her pussy was moistening at just the thought of it. “Wait. You mean everyone on the bus?” Her eyes opened wide. Why the fuck would he agree to so many of them fucking her? “Seriously?”

  He squeezed her fingers. “No, just my band.” He closed his eyes and tried to think of an excuse that Jake would believe. What if I say she’s on her period? He knew Jake wouldn’t care and take her into the shower to fuck.

  Feeling guilty for wanting to jump on the idea, Mackenzie pursed her lips together. She watched his face. He was obviously not happy about the idea. However, it seemed more than that, like he almost was sick about it. Maybe I should pretend I don’t wanna do it? The last thing she wanted was to hurt him.

  He turned away for a few seconds, hoping she hated the idea. “I feel bad even asking you to do this, but… I can’t think of another way. I’m sorry.”

  “It’s OK.” She leaned on his shoulder and hid her urge to jump at the chance. He had stumbled upon one of her fantasies. She had always wanted to do the entire band. She didn’t want to hurt him, so never told him. “I’ll do it if you want me to.”

  Brandon smoothed her hair out. “I don’t know what I want.” On one hand, it sounded really hot, but it meant letting his friends use her, his Tink. “They’re kinda a bunch of whores. Do you like that type of guy?” He had never questioned her sex life without him before, not wanting to know.

  “Um, well, depends.” She wasn’t sure if she should admit the truth. He didn’t know she had many lovers besides him. “I like a man with experience.” That had to be subtle enough.

  He took a deep breath and glanced down at her. “If it were up to me…” He stopped himself from letting his feelings rule his mouth. “You know I like you to myself.”

  “Yeah.” Her voice was soft. “Would it upset you if I agreed?”

  His chest tightening, he closed his eyes and held her. “I can’t ask you to do something like that. You’re more than just some chick to me.” He chose his words carefully. “You’re gonna be just another pussy to them. It won’t be like us. They’ll just fuck you till they cum and walk away. Except for Chico, the other guys are insatiable fucking beasts.” He sighed. “I can’t believe Jake can’t go one day without a piece of ass.”

  “Baby, would you feel better about it if it was something I’ve thought about before?” She thought a new tactic was needed. It was true though.

  Brandon’s eyes opened wide. “Huh?”

  Mackenzie sighed and pulled up a document on her laptop. “I have a list of things I wanna do one day. I call it a ‘fucket list.’ It’s like a bucket list.”

  “You do?” His mouth formed a wicked grin as his cock stiffened. “Can I see?” She was the kinkiest girl he had ever slept with and hoped there were some real good ones on it. Just the idea of a sex list changed his mood.

  She handed over her laptop. “I didn’t think I’d get them all done.”

  “Mmmm, I see we have a few in common.” He read every entry:

  Get tied up, do a gang bang, kiss a girl, fuck in a hot tub, MFM threesome, fuck in a elevator, use my dildo on someone else, anal play on a guy, fuck outside, fuck Brandon on the tour bus, join mile high club, fuck Scott, tie someone up, make love not fuck, fuck in front of the band, make a porn, anal, fuck Brandon during one of his concerts, fuck in a public bathroom, watch Brandon fuck a another girl, give a blowjob in a moving vehicle, reenact a porn, fuck the rest of Brandon's band, fall in love.

  “We’ve done some of these,” Brandon said as he read the list again. His dick was half-hard, hoping to make every fantasy come true for her. Even the one about her fucking Scott didn’t upset him too much. She really wanted to do it, and he could allow her to have him. That alone turned him on. “So, then that deal would make some of these real I guess.” He absently licked his lips, loving she had so many things she wanted to try.

  She leaned on him again. “Yeah, but if it bothers you, I can meet you there instead.” His jealousy was actually kind of cute in her eyes. He rarely showed that side of him to her. “I guess I can fly or something.”

  “No. I wanna be with you.” He knew the band would balk at him traveling separately. They normally used the first night on the road to get in the zone and catch up with one another. “As long as you can handle it, I can too.” At that moment, he would agree to anything to have her with him for a week. Making her fantasies come true was a bonus.

  She hid the triumph she felt about knocking a few off the list. “I’ll go along with it, but I get to spend most of the trip with you, right?”

  “Yeah, I’ve always wanted to have y
ou in my bunk,” he admitted. “You do realize it’s meant for one. It’s gonna be a tight squeeze.”

  Her eyebrows rose. “We’ll just have to snuggle closer.” The idea of spending so much time with him, made her heart race. She had wanted to explore what they had and finally had the chance.

  She had been on their tour bus before, but they never stayed long. Anytime the band was in Florida, they came to visit. Brandon couldn’t wait to get off the bus as soon as they arrived. He told her he got claustrophobic after a while. She never pushed the issue, just smiled and took him back to her place.

  Brandon thought about their last visit to Florida. The whole band stayed with her for a week, along with select groupies. There was an air mattress in every room of her large apartment. With only one extra bedroom, the musicians fought over it each night. Jake won most of the battles, being stronger than the rest. The best part was having a bandmate standing in the doorway of her bedroom as they fucked a few times. He loved that.

  Sighing with the memory, he stood up. “I gotta call Jake again.” He walked away just out of earshot.

  The left side of Jake’s lip turned up as he answered, “She ready for my dick yet?”

  “Not everyone, just the band,” he told Jake, ignoring his arrogant question. “And you guys better have proof you’re clean, or you’re not laying a finger on her.”

  “Deal, man. Who gets her first?”

  Brandon exhaled loudly. “Scott. She likes him.”

  Once he had his phone back in his pocket, he got her ticket changed. They were not sitting together, but they were on the same flight. He wondered what kind of clothes she had packed, and if any of it was appropriate for the trip. If not, he would have to take her shopping. She rarely let him spoil her, but it would put a smile on her face.

  When he put a hand out to her so they could be on their way, she smiled. “Thanks for being there for me.”

  He smiled. “I always will be, Tink. You know you’re something special.”