Wicked End by Bella Jeanisse Page A

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.
    Brandon heard Mackenzie moan. He closed his eyes and tried to ignore it. Then he heard several shouts of, “Shut the fuck up!” He had to look. As soon as he peeked into the hallway, he regretted it. Chico was fucking his Tink against the bunks. He stared as she obviously came at his hands. He could see her juices dripping to the floor, but was glad her mouth was nowhere near his.
    Mackenzie turned when she heard the rear door close. Did Brandon watch us? She couldn’t imagine why he would. Then her mind went blank as she cried out, loudly. She scratched Chico’s neck as incredible pleasure filled her.
    They didn’t realize almost everyone on the bus was watching at that point. Both of them were lost in it, Chico trying hard not to cum, and Mackenzie doing it again and again.
    “Kenzie… I’m gonna cum,” Chico whispered then he groaned and stilled his hips, grinding deep. “Uh… fuck!” His mouth opened as his balls emptied into her. Then his body shuddered. “Damn, that felt so fucking amazing.”
    A pillow hit Mackenzie in the head. “Now go to bed!” Jeff shouted, jealous that he wasn’t getting any.
    Chico turned to him then saw everyone peeking out of their bunks. Brandon’s gonna kill me. He closed his eyes. He had never treated one of his own girlfriends that way. He should have found somewhere private to do it. He waited until everyone disappeared then pulled out.
    “I’m sorry,” he softly said in her ear. “I didn’t want everyone to see us.”
    She looked up at him, a satisfied grin on her face. “It made me cum harder.” She smirked. “I love when you guys watch me and Brandon.”
    He sighed and let her down. “OK, but I’m a dead man when he hears about it.”
    “I’ll talk to him. Relax.” She pecked him on the cheek and pulled her nightshirt down. “Do you know where he is?”
    Chico nodded towards the back. “Back there.”
    She headed to the back room, her pussy more sore than it had ever been. Good thing there weren’t any more members of the band. She couldn’t handle anymore. Slowly she opened the door to the lounge. Brandon was on the couch, his eyes closed and tears on his cheeks. She felt awful. He had heard them.
    “Baby, you OK?” She brushed a tear away.
    Brandon looked up at her. “Fine.” He hadn’t heard the door open.
    He turned away from her, so she didn’t see his eyes were red. As soon as he closed the door, his heart hurt so badly. She broke it without even knowing she did it. However, he had agreed to let them all fuck her, so why did he feel that way?
    Mackenzie knelt on the floor. “I’m gonna go to the bathroom then can we go back to bed. I wanna be in your arms, please.”
    He only nodded in reply. He heard her leave then took a few deep breaths. No way could he pretend anymore. She had to know how much it hurt. He closed his eyes and tried to find a way to put it so he didn’t sound like a wuss. Then the door opened much too soon.
    “Baby, talk to me.” Mackenzie sat near Brandon’s feet and rubbed his thigh. “Do you hate it that much?”
    He bit his lip for a few seconds then blurted out, “Yes.” Why the fuck did I say that? He wanted to tell her why so much. Then a hand was against his cheek.
    “Why didn’t you say something?” Mackenzie was trying hard not to cry, but tears started anyway. “I knew it bothered