Wicked End (2 page)

His phone chirped and jolted him back to reality. He took a deep breath and read the message.

Yes. Can’t wait to rip your fucking clothes off.

He laughed. She was always super raunchy and kinky as hell.

A day 12 years earlier came to mind as it often did. She was the first girl he fucked without a condom, and it was unforgettable. That day, they promised to always make time for each other. He kept that promise even while he pursued a music career. She was his number one.

If she only knew he wanted more than sex, more than friendship. He wanted her to be his. Knowing how she felt about dating and love, he was sure it was an impossible dream. She had gotten so deep inside of him; he had trouble breathing without her. He never expected it to happen, but somehow, serious feelings developed. He wished he could find a way to show her that dating wasn’t so bad. She didn’t have to end up grieving like her mother did.

The last few months without her made him see how much he truly cared for her. He looked forward to her calls and texted her about everything. The guys in his band thought she was his girlfriend anyway, so not much would change for him. He had to break her fear of heartbreak. If he had a way to show her how he felt or make her feel what he did, he would. After the pending tour ended, maybe they could spend a few weeks together. That could do it. He noticed the more time they spent together, the closer they became.

Maybe that was why he missed her so much. Their last get together was in California. She had come for a long weekend, meeting him at the recording studio. After four days together, he almost broke down when she left. He had never reacted like that before.
What would happen if we spent a week together?

“Are you almost here?” Mackenzie asked as she watched the plane approach the terminal in Baltimore. “I know we’re early.”

Brandon smiled as he shifted into third gear. “Yeah, I’m close. We only got four hours, really?”

“I’m sorry. I know it’s been months. When I get a week off, I’ll meet you somewhere on the road, OK?” Just the thought of fucking while the tour bus was moving was getting her wet. It was something they had never done before.

“You know I’d love that, but the rest of the band would hate it. They got a rule about no chicks staying on the bus.”

“So… then check the schedule, and let me know when you’ll be somewhere for a while. We can rent a hotel room and fuck for days.” She smiled, thinking about feeling his body against hers.

“Mmmm, oh damn. I got a hard-on already.” The memory of them screwing in the teacher’s lounge in their junior year of high school came to mind. It was worth the suspension. “I wanna bend you over a table again.” He loved fucking her in dangerous places.

The plane came to a stop, and the people around Mackenzie started to get their carryon luggage. “I gotta go, baby.” He meant more to her than she was willing to admit, even to herself.

Brandon smiled widely because he liked the pet name she called him at times. “See you in a few.”

A sigh escaped his lips when the bluetooth disconnected. He missed how it was before college ended, and they saw each other daily. They knew each other since middle school and had always spent a great deal of time together. He also missed her incredible blowjobs. She had been his fallback girl throughout most of high school and college. Then they got even closer as she helped him through something he did not like to think about often.

When she left for grad school, he expected it all to end, but was glad when she was back within three months. She tackled him to the floor as soon as she stepped foot in his apartment. She tore his clothes off and rode him hard until he came, deep inside of her. He liked that he was the only one allowed to go bareback with her.

The first time he fucked her without a condom ran through his head. He was 15, and they hadn’t so much as kissed yet. Her paranoid mom had put her on birth control, and the only other girl he had fucked was a virgin. That meant there was no need for protection in his eyes.

Alone at his house, they watched a movie in the living room. His attraction to Mackenzie had gotten stronger. They were still young, but connected so deeply, he yearned for more, physically at least. His arm nonchalantly settled on her shoulders.

She turned to him, blushing. Suddenly, he leaned towards her and kissed her, unable to stop himself. He knocked her to her back, his tongue testing her willingness. When she opened her mouth, he closed his eyes and pressed his body to hers, swirling his tongue around hers.

“Please, Kenzie.” Another kiss then a gasp. He rubbed his stiff cock into her crotch, wishing she didn’t have shorts on. “I need you.” Rational thoughts were not possible. His hormones were raging. “Just a quick fuck, OK?”

When she didn’t reply, he started to kiss her neck. He didn’t have much real life experience, but had seen plenty of movies and watched a lot of porn. He licked her ear and smiled when she moaned. Her body was reacting fast. He felt heat against his groin.

“You want me. I feel it.” He groaned and ground his hips against her again. “Please, I want you so bad.” Her nod of assent made his heart jump. “God, Kenzie.”

He tugged his jean shorts open. Once his cock was loose, he looked down. Mackenzie wasn’t undressing. She looked nervous.

“I won’t tell anyone,” he vowed and pulled her shorts down, finding no panties. He smirked. “Nice.” Not bothering to look her over, he tossed her clothes to the floor. “Spread your legs.” He felt her body trembling as she did as told. “You sure about this?”

“Yes,” she whispered.

He excitedly lay on top of her and pressed his cock to her entrance. Laying his head down next to hers, he pushed his hips forward. He was shocked to meet a lot of resistance. Then he looked into her eyes and saw pain. He had no idea she was a virgin.

He felt guilty. “Should I stop?”

“No. I want you to be the first.”

He gave her a little at a time, while she clung to him and cried, quietly, but he felt her tears. “You OK?” She buried her face into his hair and didn’t reply. With gentle, slowly deeper strokes, he moaned. She was so tight. Then he held her close when he was in balls deep. “God, you feel so fucking good.” He had no idea condoms took away so much sensation.

She was still shaking, so he lifted his head and kissed her lips softly, several times. His hands wove through her hair, while he licked at her lips and teeth. Then their tongues touched. As soon as he felt her body relax, he withdrew and drove in, carefully. She whimpered, so he made sure to keep his rhythm calm.

Gradually, he built up the pace, until they both moaned. He gave her, her first orgasm. The feelings that surfaced while her pussy gripped his dick surprised him. He never wanted to let her go. Going faster, he clutched her. It never felt that good before.

“Fuck, Kenzie,” he cried out as he pumped his load into her. It was the most overwhelming feeling he ever had. No one ever made him feel that way but her.

Soon he helped her up, and his mouth dropped. There was a pool of blood under her. He scrambled to the kitchen to get a rag. He tried like hell to get the stain off his mom’s new couch, but it was no use.

The grounding he got when his mom found out was so worth it though. It was a day neither of them would ever forget. He smiled as he drove towards her, knowing he was only minutes away from unloading into her pussy. They had been apart much longer than expected to be because of her job and his commitment to the band.

As Mackenzie walked off the plane, she couldn’t stop thinking of the last time she saw Brandon. She surprised him at the band’s last recording session. She stood back, watching him play for a while. Then she stepped in front of the glass partition and flashed her breasts, which made him hit a string of crazy notes. Within seconds, he had her skirt up and her body pressed up against the glass. Then he was fucking her from behind while the entire studio cheered them on.

Being watched turned them both on. They used to make it happen as much as possible. That became difficult as Wicked End became more popular. His bandmates loved watching them. A few of the roadies watched once, when they rented rooms at a motel. They were shocked by how kinky Mackenzie was. She asked if one of them could join in, but he didn’t feel comfortable with that.

Mackenzie stared at the entrance to the baggage claim as she waited for the belt to start. Even with the baseball cap, sunglasses and long coat, Mackenzie knew it was Brandon. When their eyes met, she felt a shudder come over her entire body. Then she felt something that surprised her, more than just lust, a slight ache inside. It had been three months since they were together, could that be why?

Brandon’s pulse quickened as he spotted the only woman he thought looked more beautiful without makeup. He didn’t wait for her to come to him. He closed the distance between them in ten strides, staring into her green eyes the entire time. Then he bent his five foot eleven frame slightly so he could reach her. He hugged her tight, lifting her off the floor.

Her natural scent drove him up a wall. “I need you,” he whispered in her ear.

He was particular about girls, so it had been weeks since he’d had sex. Groupies were nothing compared to her. He just got a blowjob or fucked them randomly to get off and nothing more. He grabbed her ass and ground his erection against her. She made him feel more than just the usual pleasure. It wasn’t something he couldn’t explain.

“I gotta get you home fast.” He could feel she wore no panties, as usual.

Mackenzie touched his eyebrow bar and kissed him, feeling the metal of the lip hoop. “I miss how you make me feel,” she told him just as quietly, not wanting him to see how their separation affected her. “We can’t let it be this long again.” As far back as she could remember, he was the only man she let into her heart, if only for a few minutes. Her mother’s heartache taught her love hurt too much to be worth it.

He kissed her back as he put her on her feet. No matter how long they were apart, it took seconds to return to where they left off. He slid his tongue past her lips and caressed her gently. Then he held her face and increased the passion. He ignored his hat falling on the floor and grabbed a handful of her long blonde hair, enjoying the feel of her body against his.

Her eyes had closed, and the rest of the world faded for Mackenzie. His mouth tasted so good, and the stud in his tongue created a huge spark of desire. She had missed his kisses more than she realized. He was the only one she had kissed in many years. It wasn’t something she wanted from a fuck buddy or one-night stand.

Suddenly he broke the kiss, his cock stiff and straining to be free of its confines. “We gotta go, or I’m gonna throw you on the floor right here.”

.“I love when you get that horny.” She breathed in his ear then bit his neck, leaving a dark mark. “I’m taking another airline to Fort Lauderdale, so I gotta get my bags. If I didn’t have appointments tomorrow, I’d change my flight.”

“Tink, I gotta leave early in the morning anyway,” he reminded her.

Mackenzie smiled at the long-standing nickname he gave her in freshman year of high school, because she was obsessed with Tinker Bell. Then she sighed. “I forgot, back to Anaheim, right?”

“Yeah.” Then he saw a flash. He turned towards it quickly. “Shit.” A man had taken their picture. “Gimmie that fucking thing!” He snatched the camera away.

“I’m sorry. Wait!” The man protested as Brandon opened the memory card door.

Brandon growled, “Don’t take my fucking picture.”

“I’m sorry, Mr. Knight. I’ll delete it, OK?” the man insisted. “Please don’t take that. I got pictures of my kids on it.”

Mackenzie put her hand on his shoulder. “Don’t get crazy. Please, baby.” She ran her fingers through his black shoulder-length hair. “Let him just delete it.”

“Tink, this is…”

She got on her tiptoes and whispered, “We weren’t fucking this time, relax.” They had been photographed screwing in an airport bathroom once. She took the camera from his hand and returned to the frazzled photographer as people started to watch them. “Delete it and get going, OK?”

He took the camera and fumbled with it a bit then let Brandon witness him delete the digital image. “I’m sorry. I’m a fan and wanted to show my 15-year-old I saw you.”

Then Brandon felt like an ass. “Shit, why didn’t you just say something?” He grabbed his hat from the floor and put it on. “I thought you were gonna write a crazy story about me and my friend here.”

“I won’t. I swear.”

“Can I make up being an ass to you?” Brandon knew he should, especially with the crowd his outburst attracted. “Tink, take our picture.”

“Really? Sweet! My kid will think I’m the best.” He handed Mackenzie his camera while Brandon took off what he considered a disguise. Then after checking out the image, they shook hands. “I will definitely ask before I take a picture next time.”

“Sorry again, dude.” Brandon quickly looked around and noticed a few teenagers pointing at him. “We gotta move it. This is gonna get bad if we don’t grab your bags now.”

When Brandon popped the trunk of his new S550, Mackenzie squealed, “Oh my God! You got it!”

“Yeah.” He grinned. “Wait till you feel how smooth it rides.”

He had dreamt of owning a Mercedes for as far back as she could remember. “It’s beautiful.” She put her carry-on in the trunk. “You deserve it. You worked your ass off to have something like this.”

“It’s fully loaded too.” He knew she didn’t mind a little bragging. “And it was worth the bundle I dropped to get it.” He left out that he paid cash for it too.

She laid her hand on his cheek. “I’m glad you’re living your dream.” Then she rustled his slight beard. “You’re so scruffy.”

“You know I have to keep up my trademark.” He always had about two day’s growth when he did a show or a photo shoot. “I conditioned it for you though. Won’t scratch you when I eat you.” He flicked his tongue at her, showing off the stud.

She swooned, leaning on the car for support. “We gotta hurry.”

Once in the car, they smiled at each other, anticipating being in his bedroom. Then as they eased into traffic on the highway, Brandon decided to distract Mackenzie so she could relax. “Check this out.” He hit the button that opened the panoramic sunroof.