Brandon felt the bus shake then the bumps in the road made it continue. He knew that would mask what they were doing. He pumped his hips faster and harder. When she gasped and lifted her hips, he grinned. She was enjoying it even more. Then he felt the vibrator slipping out and pushed it back in before grabbing her hands again.
Scott woke up to a bang on the wall next to his head. He stirred, and Austin snuggled closer to him from behind. A hand splayed over his belly and went up his shirt. He sighed and closed his eyes. It felt like the road was under construction. Then he heard a moan. He listened closely, hearing Brandon and Mackenzie fucking. His dick started to harden while he imagined he was inside her with him, feeling his cock with every stroke.
“You horny again?” Austin felt Scott’s hips move. He moved a hand into his boxers. “You are.” He wrapped his fingers around Scott’s cock and caressed it a few times. “How about I fuck you and jerk you off at the same time?” He licked the Ghost Rider tattoo on Scott’s shoulder and yanked the back of his underwear down. “We haven’t done that for a while.” He grabbed a condom and lube from behind him. Scott always had them hidden there.
Mackenzie’s back arched, and her head went back. She tried not to scream, letting out a soft cry. Brandon ground into her as she came, causing aftershocks like crazy. Then she heard Scott moan, followed by one from Austin as well. Her eyes closed. She recalled seeing them pleasing each other.
“Ah, yes,” Brandon faintly exclaimed. He had accidentally turned the vibration on. Her pussy was throbbing around his dick, hugging it again and again. Both sensations were overwhelming. Her canal was too tight for him to thrust, so he just kissed her lips and waited, trying to ignore the quiet sounds coming from the bunk next to them. “Tink, damn you feel good,” he breathed in her ear when he could finally start again.
She had cum at least five times, each more powerful that the last. Her body felt like it was about to give out. Exhaustion and pleasure had drained her second wind and any energy she possessed. “Brandon, cum, please.” She grimaced as her body reacted again. She couldn’t take any more. “Please.”
He closed his eyes and thought about Crystal eating Mackenzie out. It was something he really wanted to happen. Within seconds, his breathing quickened, and he started gasping. “It’s… uh… fuck… I’m… cumming…” He crushed his hips into hers and sighed when his cock erupted within her. “Oh, God, Mackenzie.” He quickly pulled the toy out, not able to handle it anymore. “Holy shit.”
Scott held his pillow over his face, trying to be quiet. Austin was thrusting hard and running his hand over his cock faster and faster. Brandon’s bunk had gone quiet, so they weren’t masking him anymore. He grit his teeth when Austin squeezed the base of his erection while he shifted his position. Then suddenly he moaned loudly into the pillow.
Shutting his eyes tightly, Austin reached around Scott and covered his mouth. He knew Scott was about to get louder. He withdrew and drove in at an angle, knowing he was rubbing Scott’s sweet spot. When Scott bit his fingers lightly, he smiled. He loved that. His other hand jerked even faster, concentrating on the head, letting the rim bump over his fingers over and over.
“Gonna cum…” Austin whispered in Scott’s ear. He groaned and ground against Scott’s ass. Just as his load shot out, he felt Scott jerk.
Scott held in a scream while he sprayed jets of cum into Austin’s hand. It was so great when they came together. “Goddamn…” He put the pillow down and watched Austin lick his semen off his fingers.
“Love the way you taste.”
Brandon and Mackenzie lay unmoving for several minutes before Mackenzie uttered, “I don’t wanna go home. I wanna stay with you.” She felt so content in his arms, leaving him when the roads opened up would be awful. “When will you have a break from touring?”
“This one’s over end of October, but I got a few days here and there.” He kissed her lips. “I can fly down and visit you sometimes.”
She ran the back of a finger down his cheek. “That would be great.” Her eyes closed slowly.
“Was that what you were looking for?” He nuzzled her neck, hoping she didn’t need him to try the threesome thing again.
She sighed. “Well, not exactly, but thank you so much.”
Chapter Fifteen
Mackenzie’s eyes fluttered open. She hadn’t realized she’d fallen asleep. She heard the bus moving, but the road seemed to be smooth, it wasn’t jarring them at all. Looking around in the dim light, she almost laughed. Brandon was laying on his belly, almost sideways, his legs over her hers and his left arm hanging out of the bunk. His underwear was halfway down his thighs. She ran a hand over his firm ass and squeezed his cheek.
“Hey.” Brandon woke up, confused. He had dreamt about Scott trying to fuck his ass. “Scott, cut it out.”
She laughed. “It’s me. He can’t have your ass. It’s all mine.”
He maneuvered his body until he was next to Mackenzie and smiled at her. “Morning, Tink.” He threw an arm around her chest and kissed her cheek. Then he looked down as his tangled boxers. “No wonder that was so hard. He yanked them off and tossed them to the end of the bunk. “Who needs clothes anyway?”
Chico climbed down, his stomach rumbling. Hoping for some help with breakfast, he slid Brandon’s curtain open a few inches. “Damn, you’re naked already.” He rolled his eyes. “You’re getting laid way too much this trip.” He nodded at Mackenzie. “I’m about to start breakfast, can I count on you again?” They had cooked most of the meals so far.
“Sure,” she replied.
Turning and looking at Jesse coming towards him, Chico added. “How do egg and sausage bagels sound?”
“I’m coming.” Mackenzie tried to crawl over Brandon.
He held her on top of him. “Cumming’s a good idea. Do I get my morning blowjob before you leave me?”
“After my morning coffee.” She winked. “Possibly in full view of as many as possible.”
He pulled her face to his. “I can’t wait.” He kissed her lips while he spread her legs over his hips. “They can watch this.” He shifted his pelvis and thrust up into her.
“Aye!” Mackenzie grabbed the sheet under them and was happy she never wore underwear to bed. Her eyes closed while their tongues danced in each other’s mouths. “Brandon…” A sudden orgasm began, and she gasped, trembling all over.
Chico turned back and grinned. Brandon was holding Mackenzie still by her ass, and pumping quickly. He watched her pussy as Brandon filled it again and again. His own dick started growing. He imagined it was him fucking her.
Brandon was panting with the effort of the intense rhythm. “Tink… I’m so close. Stop moving.” She was grinding into him as she came again. He shut his eyes, hoping to hurry before…
“Stop shaking the fucking bed!” Jake bellowed. “I’m trying to sleep.” He smacked the curtain, touching Brandon’s arm in the process.
Groaning, Brandon stopped. “I knew it was too good to be true.”
Mackenzie kissed his lips. “It’s OK. We’ll finish later.” She carefully slid out of the bunk.
Chico’s eyebrows rose when her ass was exposed. Then he watched her fix her nightshirt and head for the bathroom. “I’ll be in the kitchen.” Within minutes, he was singing as he worked as usual.
Once back in the hallway, Mackenzie made a point to ask everyone if they wanted a sandwich. After being on board more than a week, no one objected to her peeking in their bunk. When she got to Angelo’s bunk, across from Brandon’s, her mouth dropped.
He was jerking off. Their eyes met, and he grinned. “Stay there. I’ll cum faster.” He groaned as she froze, staring. He wished she would suck him off, but knew it was a lost cause.
She couldn’t take her eyes away. It wasn’t that his cock was huge, it was that he was naked and buff as hell. She thought he was just a big guy. The bulging muscles all over his body were unexpected. When he groaned and cum spewed from his cock, she was finally able to move
on.
When she peeked in on Jim, an arm grabbed her waist and pulled her backwards. “Hey!” she shouted at shirtless Jeff, a cocky sound tech. “Get off!”
Jeff was pissed that Brandon shared her with the band and no one else. He was with them from the beginning and felt he deserved the same treatment. “I’ll be quick.” He pulled her to the back, while she struggled to get back on her feet.
“You better let her go,” Pepe warned him. “Or you’re gonna regret it.” He shook his head and eyed Brandon watching from his bunk.
Jeff laughed. “Who’s gonna stop me? Brandon?”
“Nope.” Pepe couldn’t wait until he got what was coming to him.
Mackenzie stayed still as Jeff held her against a wall in the bathroom. Then he thrust two fingers into her pussy and stroked her quickly. She knew he had to let go sometime. He was getting pretty close to her sweet spot within, so she hoped he hurried.
Brandon had seen the fury in her eyes and tried not to laugh. If she needed help, she would call for him. He learned long ago that she insisted on fighting for herself.
Mackenzie waited until Jeff had his dick out. Then she socked him in the eye. He stumbled backwards, into the shower. She followed him and straddled his hips, grinding her wet pussy on his dick while she slapped and punched him. “No one gets my pussy unless I say so.”
Jeff put up his hands, shocked. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” The mix of pain and pleasure was so confusing. Violence never turned him on so much before.
Chico rushed to break up the fight, knowing the last guy she fought wound up with a broken nose. “OK, he got the idea.” He lifted Mackenzie off Jeff. “Dude, you just got fucked up by a girl.” He laughed at the blood running from Jeff’s mouth.
Mackenzie huffed when she got to her feet and growled at Jeff. “Serves you right, dickhead!” When most of the bus cheered, Mackenzie smiled and bowed slightly. “Who’s next?” She giggled when the men who were up, turned away.
“Tink, you OK?” Brandon reached a hand out and sighed when she took it.
She touched his cheek. “I’m fine. Jeff on the other hand, not so much.”
“Broken nose?” Brandon grinned, loving she could handle herself.
Mackenzie exhaled loudly. “Not this time.”
Chico looked down at Jeff just before helping him up. “He fucking came all over himself!” He announced loud enough for the entire bus to hear, and laughter ensued. “You like a woman beating you up, huh?” He chuckled and walked back to the kitchen.
“You gave me a black eye,” Jeff cried out. That made his humiliation much worse.
Chico shouted, “Be happy you still have your dick!”
Jeff soon sulked past him, blood running over his chin. He grabbed some ice from the freezer. “It’s not fair.”
“Next time, listen to Pepe.” Chico tried to stop laughing but couldn’t. “If you woulda asked nice, she might’ve let you have her.” He was teasing. Jeff’s mouth dropping was priceless. “Too late now.”
Minutes later, Mackenzie and Chico were making a coordinated effort to feed the masses something other than cereal or Pop Tarts. They had to do it four portions at a time because of the limited stovetop. Austin sat at the table close by and helped dish out the food. They used paper plates because the sink was small. It was a good thing they stocked up in Edmonton.
Mackenzie bumped into Austin when they both went for the same plate. She smiled up at him. “Trying to get in my panties again?”
“You don’t have any on.” Austin winked. He had seen her ass several times while they worked. Leaning down, he whispered, “I love a woman who can fight for herself.” He pressed his erection into her belly. “You have a few minutes for me this morning?”
She sighed. “The deal’s over. You had your chance.”
“Only with Scott,” Austin reminded her. “I never showed you what I can do one on one.”
She glanced down the aisle of bunks, slightly torn. No matter what, they said no more. “Sorry, too late.”
He shrugged. “It was worth a shot.” He lifted the plate they both had gone for and handed it to Pepe. “Eat up while it’s hot.”
Mackenzie looked at the tattoo on his shoulder. It was the outline of a lion. “When are you getting that finished?”
Austin turned around. “Getting what finished?”
“Your tattoo.” Her face screwed up. “How come you only have one?”
Chico laughed as Austin walked away, his head hanging. “Girl, you’re on a roll today with the emasculation.”
“Huh?” She had no idea what she said that was so insulting. “I just asked about his tattoo.” Sporadic laugher began. “What? What’d I say?”
Scott pulled her aside. “He’s terrified of needles and has a low pain tolerance, so he passed out in the middle of it. I made the guy finish the outline while he was unconscious. He doesn’t like talking about it. That’s why he has only one earring too.”
She scanned Scott. His chest and arms were adorned by many tattoos; both ears were pierced as well as his eyebrow. “Well, you have enough for the both of you.” She thought for a minute. “I know a guy who tattoos privately. If he wants to finish it, we could knock him out when you come down to Florida.”
“I’ll ask him, but I doubt it.”
Brandon had given up on trying to go back to sleep and put on his boxers. The aroma coming from the front was overpowering. “Smells like a diner in here.” He said as he hugged Mackenzie from behind. “You look good enough to eat.”
She turned and handed him a plate. “I’m not done. Sorry.” She pecked his cheek then got back to work.
“I’ll pass this on.” Brandon rubbed her shoulder. “I wanna eat with you.”
He handed it to Angelo who stood against a wall waiting his turn. Then he sat and watched her. She moved fluidly, as if it was something she did every day. Well, she had since they left Anaheim, but she rarely cooked for more than a few people at a time. She had quickly gotten into the rhythm of feeding fifteen men. He liked her adaptability. If he took her on tour permanently, he was sure she could handle it.
When Mackenzie and Chico were finally done, she sat on Brandon’s lap, two sandwiches on a plate in her hands. She handed him one and relaxed against his body. “So glad the guys in the truck have to fend for themselves.”
“I doubt they eat real food,” Brandon said, his mouth full. “We’re lucky to have Chico.” He sighed after swallowing. “Today’s gonna be crazy. Right after the concert we have to head for Winnipeg.”
She took a bite of her breakfast, ignoring the begging for seconds around her. When her mouth was clear, she asked, “Is that where you have to do the photo shoot?”
“No.” He took a swig from his bottle of water then handed it to her. “That’s in Toronto. Did I show you what I’m gonna be promoting?” She shook her head, so he elaborated. “A new line of guitars that mimic all kinds of pedal sounds. When I first played it, I swore they were faking it. They’re giving me one of each and the accessories so I can show it off at the Toronto and Boston shows. Later, I’ll show you their website.”
After getting dressed and letting Mackenzie check out the guitar company’s website, he sat on the couch, not wanting to deal with the screaming outside. It was inevitable though. In every city, they had almost the same kind of welcoming the day of a concert. The time to go out there was coming. The road crew was in the arena with their equipment, and he was sure their fans noticed.
Mackenzie was on her laptop, checking email. Several friends had sent her pictures of the devastation back home. Some of them made her glad she had been in Baltimore when the storm hit. She wondered what her place looked like, but she lived on the second floor, so flooding should not be an issue. Blown-out windows could have caused damage, though.
“OK, time to go,” Jake said coming down the hallway. “I wanna get me some fresh meat. I’m horny.”
Brandon watched the others follow Jake towards the exit. Before he
trailed them, he walked to Mackenzie a few feet away. “I’ll be back. Don’t have too much fun without me.” He caressed her face with his hand, wanting to tell her he needed more from their relationship. His mouth opened again to say it. Then he worried it would ruin what they had.
She looked up and gave him a half smile, the bliss of multiple orgasms long gone. “OK.” She quickly hid the tears which were brimming in her eyes. Then she heard him walking away. “I can’t do this,” she whispered.
The one thing she hated about that trip was the girls. They made her doubt her position in Brandon’s life. She pulled up the last batch of pictures he sent her from the road months ago, a girl in every one of them. A few tears fell, but she wiped them away. How can I explain to him I’m changing my own rules? Will he understand?
Brandon was soon with the other band members signing autographs by the barrier. He hugged the girls and kissed their cheeks, wishing it wasn’t necessary, but it was. They had to interact with their fans. They were known for being available before and after every show. All he wanted to was to hold Mackenzie for a few hours. His feelings for her were getting stronger by the day.
He looked down the line at Jake who was grabbing the girls as well. He slid a backstage pass over one girl’s neck just before making out with her. Scott and Austin were acting semi-tame, letting girls cop a feel, but only being slightly aggressive, as usual. Chico was looking for a girl to spend some time with. He had said he was lonely.
The mixed signals from Brandon were driving Mackenzie crazy. One minute he looked into her eyes, obviously about to say something important. Then it was over. Several times, he told her something that could mean he wanted to be her man, but he covered it with a joke or something. She wanted to know where he stood before she confessed what was in her heart.
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