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  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.

  “Oh wow!” She leaned back a bit and stared at the clear blue sky. “I gotta get me one of these.” She knew one day she would be able to afford a better car than the old beater she had.

  He laughed. “Copycat.” Then he quickly jabbed her in the side.

  “Keep that up, and I’ll get you back.”

  He did it again.

  “Really? You want pay back huh?”

  With a snicker, he poked her again.

  “That’s it!” She reached over and tore open his button fly. Then she pulled his rock hard cock out and smiled at the pre-cum already oozing out. “Can you drive like this?” She took off her seat belt and swallowed all eight inches without stopping.

  Brandon groaned as he moved his arm so he could reach the gearshift. “Oh fuck, Tink, I can’t do this.” The car swerved a bit as he tried to concentrate on both things. He moaned loudly when she bobbed her head as she sucked on him hard. “You’re gonna make me cum. I haven’t jerked off yet.”

  She smiled a little, wanting him to cum before they got to his place. Then she took him deep again, moving her head so the tip rubbed the back of her throat.

  “Oh, God, please, wait till we get home.” He grabbed the wheel harder as the car swerved again. Then when they were at a good speed, he reached under her skirt and shoved three fingers into her pussy. “An eye for an eye you know.”

  Mackenzie sighed as he thrust his fingers hard and fast. It had been a few days since she had been with anyone. Right away, it started working. Then suddenly, as she held just the head of his erection tightly in her mouth, she cried out.

  “Damn I missed that,” Brandon uttered. His fingers were soaked while her pussy convulsed around them. Then he looked down and groaned. “You know I like that, fuck!”

  She was running her tongue up the length of him while she looked up at him. Then she dragged it across the tip and around the rim before taking it all again, sucking like a mad woman.

  Maybe a minute later, he shouted, “Goddamn you, girl!”

  He knew he was almost there and started pounding her pussy harder while he tried to drive in a straight line, not very successfully. There was a lot of beeping and cars going around them.

  Someone yelled, “Get the fuck outta the way!”

  She sucked hard as she pressed her tongue across the tip while his moans and groans got even louder. Her hand squeezed harder as her second orgasm started to build. She moaned while her lips pursed tightly around his shaft and couldn’t move. Then the wave hit her, and she let out a garbled scream.

  “Fuck!” Brandon yelled while his load shot out. He could feel her clenching his fingers and dick at the same time. That made it so much sweeter.

  Mackenzie swallowed and slowly pumped his cock, trying to get it all. Out of breath, she looked up and uttered. “Baby, you got the best tasting cum in the US.”

  He laughed. “Really? So how many have you had by now?”

  “I don’t kiss and tell.”

  For a second, he felt a pang of jealousy. “I thought you don’t kiss other guys.”

  “I only kiss you. I promise. I just meant I ain’t telling you.” She eyed the large wet spot on her seat. “You got a towel?”

  He pointed in the back at a dirty shirt. “Just use that. God that felt good.” He heard her wiping the seat then smiled as she buckled herself back in. “I missed you so much more than I thought.”

  It was a soft confession, so she didn’t catch it. Lately he had been yearning for more from her. He glanced at her and sighed. She had told him long ago, she would never make a commitment, because that was how you got hurt. He understood that. The one person he ever loved left him. Not gonna do this now!

  Then Mackenzie’s phone beeped. She pulled it out of her purse and frowned for a second. When her face lit up, she put her hand over his. “I can stay!”

  He glanced at her. “Huh?”

  My flight was rescheduled for ten in the morning.” She excitedly explained. “Some tropical storm in the Atlantic may hit tonight, and the airport is closing as a precaution. I can spend the night. Damn, I miss sleeping in your arms.”

  He exhaled loudly, having that same thought go through his head. He loved how she snuggled up to him before drifting off. Then he realized it wasn’t going to work. “My flight leaves at eight.”

  “I’ll go to the airport when you have to and wait. Don’t worry.”

  Chapter Three

  “Mmmm.” A great feeling came over Mackenzie while she dreamt of standing in front of a classroom of people. She could feel hands on her breasts, but was confused as to whose they were.

  Then she heard, “I love how tight you are in the morning.”

  Her eyes opened, and she smiled. Brandon was on top of her, thrusting slow and deep. “Love waking up to you like this,” she whispered.

  “Me too.” He leaned down and kissed her lips. “Wish we had more time for each other. I hate waiting months to fuck you. You’re the only one who truly satisfies me.” His mouth moved to her neck, and he nibbled a trail up to her ear before running his tongue around it.

  Mackenzie moaned. It was her weak spot. “Baby, fuck me harder!”

  Brandon didn’t say a word, just held her tighter and started ramming his cock into her as hard as he could. She grabbed his hair in one hand and his side in the other, pulling and scratching at the same time. That felt incredible to him, told him how good she felt.

  “Uh!” She thrust her hips up in time to his rhythm, finally awake enough and knowing she was about to orgasm. “Brandon… baby… oh… no one’s like you.”

  He ground his pelvis into hers and rotated his hips a few times. Then he moaned as she screamed and tensed up within. Her ejaculate covered his balls, and he closed his eyes. He could always make her cum hard and knew it had to do with their deep connection.

  “I missed you so much,” Mackenzie uttered as her body recovered.

  She reached up for his lips, needing to feel that something special that he gave her. He leaned down and met her mouth, hungrily stroking her tongue with his. She sighed as his hips pushed against hers, their kissing getting stronger. He held her face, and she pulled him closer by the hair. It was better than ever.

  They moaned together as they ground into one another, their lips rarely parting. Neither of them wanted the morning to end; wanted neither to leave, nor to wait weeks or months to be together again.

  Mackenzie gasped and whispered, “Brandon, oh, God, Brandon.” Her finger caressed his cheek as her back arched. The flight delay was a gift.

  As soon as Brandon felt her body relax enough, he rolled them over. Then he looked up at her smiling face. “Ride me rough, Tink.” He sighed with anticipation as she gripped his shoulders then called out her name when she slammed down hard on him.

  She held onto him tight and went as fast and hard as she could, while he kept her breasts from bouncing. After a few minutes, she felt sweat trickling down the side of her face. She always put her all into it for him. It was tiring, but worth the look of pleasure on his face.

  Out of nowhere, she cried out, “Baby, holy shit!” Spasms washed over her entire body, causing her to slow down. A whimper escaped her lips while they became overwhelming. Only he could do that to her. Her whole body quivered, including her soul.

  Brandon felt her squirt all over him and moaned, loving the sensation. Then he saw the look in her eyes and slid his hands up her back. Beads of sweat ran over his fi
ngers, and he realized just how much she had been working to please him. “You wanna switch?”

  “No,” she replied, still riding him, but slowly. “Just gimmie a minute.”

  He clutched her ass when her hips lifted once again then his head went back as she quickly came back down, clenching within just enough to drive him crazy. She knew everything he liked, and he knew the same about her. Twelve years of amazing sex was hard to come by, but it was better every time for him.

  Mackenzie dug her nails into his shoulders, pounding him harder and harder with each ragged breath. Her hair was wet, and she felt trails of moisture on her chest and all over her back. She ignored her aching thighs, and her head hung down, allowing her hair to fall around his face.

  She grinned as she heard Brandon’s breathing get faster. Then he got louder. She knew what was next. His timing couldn’t have been better. Her own moans had started coming one after the other, the pleasure building quickly. She knew it would be explosive.

  “Oh Fuck!” Brandon shouted. Then he gripped her hard, pulling her hips down.

  Mackenzie leaned down enough to kiss his lips and his arms pulled her even closer. Then she cried out into his mouth. His cock let out several bursts deep inside of her while her pussy convulsed with an intense rhythm. Letting each other go wasn’t an option. Neither of them could even move for a few minutes.

  When he could, Brandon brushed her matted hair away from her face and looked into her eyes. “You’re so amazing. I love how you make me feel.” What is it about her that’s so different?

  “Make it last, baby,” she whispered. “It must be getting late.”

  He kissed her lips softly. “I got you up early, no worries.”

  Mackenzie sighed. “I need to shower and make a few calls.”

  She got to her knees and glanced down at his naked body, most of it covered in tattoos. She ran her hands over his arms, smiling at the subtle pattern most did not pick out. Each arm told the story of one of his favorite fantasy trilogies. He never got a tattoo unless it had meaning. A lone finger trailed down his chest and over his abdomen where there were two fiery skulls. She passed that and went on to his thighs, each adorned with large tribal patterns.