Road of No Return (gay outlaw biker MC romance)
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Zak let out a sharp breath, gazing down at the serpent circling his own cock and the small steel hoop pulled through the skin right over its base. He was moments away from overheating with excitement. “You can touch it. Go on.’
And for the first time, Stitch actually hesitated, looking down but still only petting Zak’s thighs. Zak could only imagine what was going through Stitch’s mind, but the flush on the guy’s cheeks was telling. “I will,” he rasped.
Zak covered Stitch’s hand with his and gently pulled it to his crotch, wanting to help him. So much internal conflict at twenty-seven years of age. He did not envy him. “You make me so hard.”
Stitch was breathing as hard as if he were in a steam room, and when he did finally enclose Zak’s dick in his firm grip, the touch sent sparks of excitement to Zak’s balls. Stitch’s hand was rough, but all the more arousing.
“Fuck, that’s good.” Zak kissed Stitch again, pulling him close and kneading the ripe meat on his arms. His cock was radiating little shivers all the way to Zak’s chest. “How does it feel?”
“Like… good. Thick.” Stitch gently tugged on the cock as if just taking a test drive. His hair tickled Zak’s face as they kissed. “You have lube?” he whispered.
Zak chuckled. “Someone was watching gay porn.” He gave Stitch a long smooch and gently scratched the back of his head, enjoying the tender moment. “I even have condoms. The bottom drawer of the cabinet.”
Stitch grumbled something beneath his breath as he walked off to the cabinet. Watching him was pure guilty pleasure. The firm ass still hidden under thick cotton, the wide back, the beefy arms all combined to create a perfect masculine form. The splashes of ink here and there on his skin only made Zak hotter. Despite Stitch’s fit of aggression, Zak was beginning to think he might have actually gotten lucky. He could groom him, teach him everything he knew, make him his own massive, sexy disciple.
“What was that?” he asked, grinning at the dog on Stitch’s back.
“I don’t watch gay porn,” Stitch said as he came back with lube and a whole packet of condoms. He put them next to Zak and pulled off his briefs in one swift move, revealing the cock that was as ready for fucking as ever, and pronounced hip muscles that got Zak salivating.
“No? Never? Maybe we should educate you then.” Zak grinned, out of breath as he slid his hands up and down Stitch’s pecs, squeezing the meat in his palms. He was relaxing into the touch, every bit of Stitch’s warmth seeping into him and fueling his arousal.
Stitch groaned and pulled Zak closer with an abrupt grip at his thighs. “Just shut it with the gay porn already,” he raised his voice, never looking into Zak’s eyes, too busy ogling his body and touching it all over.
Zak sighed and pulled down Stitch’s head while leaning back himself. His nipples were up for the taking, and the mere idea of having Stitch play with them some more made him so unbearably hot that he opened his legs even wider.
“Yeah? You want it?” Stitch ran his hands up and down Zak’s chest, teasing his nipples as he brushed over them. “You spreading your legs for me?” he whispered, finally looking up to Zak’s eyes with an intimidating intensity. Only then did Zak notice that the scalpel had left a cut on Stitch’s throat, and he brushed his fingers over the scab.
“I am,” he whispered, gently pulling on one of his nipple piercings without ever looking away from Stitch. He wanted him to go mad with lust.
Stitch took a deep breath and bowed down for another kiss, pushing their cocks together. “Turn around,” he whispered into Zak’s lips. His weight was getting Zak lightheaded, and even the slight movement of sliding off the bench and turning away from Stitch was lazy, slow. He leaned over the chair, resting half of his weight on his elbows and looked back, stroking Stitch’s healthy calf with his foot.
Stitch straightened up behind him, kneading Zak’s buttocks as if he couldn’t get enough of them. “This is the best ass I’ve ever seen,” he said breathlessly as he rubbed his dick against its side. Stitch ran his hand up Zak’s spine, his move confident, even though he couldn't hide the tremble in his fingers. He had to be incredibly excited, maybe a bit scared. Zak could relate to that. The first time he had taken a guy had been a disaster. He’d had no idea what he was doing, his then-boyfriend was in pain, and Zak went soft. It took them a total of five tries to actually get Zak’s cock in, but even then the sex only lasted half a minute or so. At least Stitch seemed to have experience with penetration.
A shudder ran through Zak as he arched his back and rubbed his buttocks against the hard cock. His hole was already tingling at the prospect of having it inside. “Finger me,” he whispered.
Stitch opened the lube and bowed down to kiss Zak’s back. The touch was surprisingly tender and followed by a lot more kisses, as a slippery finger started exploring the skin between Zak’s buttocks. He arched beneath Stitch with a low moan and spread his legs farther, letting his head rest in the crook of Sitch’s neck. His body was so ready for this man he could hardly believe it. The moment the thick finger flicked over his anus, his cock twitched so violently he uttered a low yelp.
“Oh yeah? You like that?” Stitch panted and pushed his slippery finger in, all the way to the knuckle. “You like to be fucked like a little bitch?” he groaned and laid his weight on top of Zak, grinding his cock into Zak’s hip.
Zak’s ass accepted the thick digit without question, but his mind rattled in alarm even as he ground back, fucking himself on the finger. He wasn’t against dirty talk but he didn’t know this guy, and it felt very off. “No, I like to be fucked like a man,” he whispered.
Stitch snorted. “Oh yeah? And how does a man get fucked, huh?” He pulled out his thumb just to replace it with two other fingers, screwing in even harder. “Up the ass, yeah?” His hot breath tickled Zak’s skin.
“A man isn’t a bitch,” whispered Zak. “He’s choosing to get fucked up the ass, and he’s proud of it.” His breathing became shallow as he relaxed to the penetration after initial discomfort. He squeezed his muscles around the digits, anticipating Stitch’s reactions. He would show him how good it would be to fuck a real man.
“So why don’t you stop lecturing me and take it like a man, huh?” Stitch snarled at him and added another finger, fucking Zak with them in quick, harsh jabs. “I don’t like being told what to do.”
Zak frowned and reached back, grabbing Stitch’s wrist hard. He didn’t mind the burn but as much as he wanted more, rules needed to be brought up with this tough bastard. “I don’t like the idea of being someone’s fuck toy. Behave.”
Stitch pulled out his fingers, his weight gone, leaving Zak's back to cool down. All Zak could hear were deep, long breaths. He looked back, swallowing when the silence struck him as eerie.
Stitch eyed him, standing just inches away, with his hands on his nape and his frown making him look like the biker god of thunder, yet he wasn’t speaking, and he wasn’t fucking either. “What?” he snarled when their eyes met.
Zak blinked, confused. “Why did you stop?” he asked and slowly tugged on the stiff cock that would soon be inside of him. It twitched in his hand, the liquid on its tip spreading over Zak’s wrist and making it burn.
“I just— I’m not a trained monkey. Don’t tell me to ‘behave’ or I’m gonna fucking snap,” Stitch lashed out, though he didn’t back away from the touch.
“It was a joke,” muttered Zak, slowly circling the cockhead with his thumb. He wasn’t all that comfortable in this position, but he could bear with it for a bit longer. He just wanted to fuck so badly. It had been ages since he last hooked up, and it hadn’t been all that good either. “Don’t offend me, and we’re fine, yeah?”
Stitch took another deep breath, looking more bare than ever, with his eyes wide. “I didn’t mean to. I’m… so fucking horny, I see your gorgeous inked ass. All I want is to fuck you good. I don’t wanna use you or nothing.” He sighed, looking into Zak’s eyes.
Zak swallowed, surprised by the raw hon
esty. He nodded, unsure what to say, and patted the condoms before delving his own fingers into his hole to stretch it out. Stitch’s jaw dropped, and Zak snorted at his face. “Come on, you said you want it,” he urged him on, drilling his hole with three fingers. Warm waves of shivers cascaded all over his body.
“Fuck yes, I want it.” Stitch took the condom out of the wrapper and rolled it on his thick dick. “Let me in,” he moaned and put his hand on the side of Zak’s buttock. The heat between them was becoming unbearable.
“Add more lube?” whispered Zak, slowly pulling his fingers out of his stretched hole. He reached back with his other hand and spread his cheeks to show Stitch what he had been missing all this time. He moaned, curling his toes on the tiles beneath his feet as anticipation reached its peak.
“Oh fuck, you’re so sexy, baby. So dirty, so sexy.” Stitch poured some lube down Zak’s crack before aligning his dick with the welcoming hole. Even feeling the pressure of the cock against his anus was making Zak want to rub himself all over this man. As horrible as it was, his body didn't care whether he was a 'baby' or a 'bitch'.
Zak tilted his hips, laying all of his weight across the chair. He buried his cheek in the leather upholstery and looked back, biting his lip. His cock was so heavy it was hardly bearable. He wanted this rough stud on top of him. “Fuck me, Stitch.”
That was all the encouragement Stitch needed to push his cock in halfway in one rough push. “Like that?” he grunted and put his hand on the small of Zak’s back. “Tell me how you like it in you.”
Zak’s ass radiated pain all over his legs and hips, and he raised one foot, hooking it over Stitch’s calf. He had overestimated his preparation but wouldn’t back down. “Gimme a moment, yeah?” he uttered, turning his face into the upholstery. Stitch's pheromones clouded his mind, and he forgot all about just how much prep he usually needed.
“Yeah, sure.” Stitch bowed down and started kissing Zak’s back again, holding onto his hips in a firm grip. It made Zak imagine this was the way Stitch held his bike. Steady. There was no more trembling in his fingers. “You feel so good,” Stitch whispered and his cock pulsed inside Zak’s tight channel like it wanted to communicate just how excited Stitch was.
Zak gasped and just as the pain started receding, he moved his hips back and forth, fucking himself on that stiff, meaty rod. His whole body was alert to the sensation of a prime piece of man touching him. “You’re so heavy...”
“You like that?” Stitch whispered into Zak’s ear, tickling him with warm air. Stitch’s whole body was like a living radiator. One that started moving in the same rhythm as Zak’s hips. Maybe Stitch had no experience fucking men, but he was learning fast and sure knew how to ride the wave. His hands kept sliding up and down the sides of Zak’s body, but it was when one of them reached down between his legs that Zak saw stars.
“Hold me down,” he whispered, moving his hips to get Stitch’s cock where he wanted it. He was one big shuddering mess already, and they’d barely started.
Zak didn’t have to ask twice. Stitch grabbed onto his arms and held him in place, giving Zak a taste of his strength. Zak's knees turned into goo when Stitch started slamming his cock in, suddenly nailing Zak’s prostate every now and again.
“This is what you like? This is how you want it?” Stitch uttered between one gasp and another.
Zak moaned when the pistoning cock hit his sweet spot again, and he struggled against Stitch’s grip just to check if he could get free. He was drunk with lust. “Yeah, right there... fuck, so good...”
“I’m gonna come soon,” Stitch rasped, never stopping to ride Zak’s ass. His hands were occupied, but he let his lips roam all over Zak’s nape. It was such an overwhelming experience, with those powerful hips slamming against his ass in sharp jabs, and the meaty hand jerking Zak off. Even the feel of the dressing over the tattoo on Stitch’s hip was like an experience in its own.
He groaned, tilting his hips again. “Do, please do.”
Stitch slammed into him, his body sweaty from all the heat. “So fucking sweet.” He bit onto Zak’s nape as he made his last deep thrusts and came in him with a guttural moan.
Zak bit into the upholstery when the cock twitched in him, milked by the muscles of Zak’s own ass. Stitch lay on him, panting for air, but never stopped to jerk Zak off. He even made those languid, round moves with his hips, the spent but still hard cock brushing over Zak's prostate.
“Yeah? Come for me. Come all over the fucking floor.” He bit on Zak’s ear.
Those raspy words did it for Zak. He trembled, and heat pulsed up his dick, knees going softer with each spurt of come. “Fuck, you’re so hot,” whispered Zak, fervently stroking Stitch’s calf with his foot again. He wanted to take this man to his bed, and do it again with him in the morning.
Stitch kissed the side of his neck, running his hands up and down the sides of Zak’s body. He didn’t say a word and in the end, he put his cheek on Zak’s back, scratching Zak with the stubble. It felt like thousands of little needles that seemed to exist for the sole purpose of enticing him. Zak arched into the hard body, trying to mold his back and ass into it as perfectly as possible. The cock was softening within his body, but he still gave it a little squeeze with his ass.
Stitch groaned his appreciation, but slowly pulled away, leaving Zak a panting mess on the studio chair. He gave his ass a pat as if commending him for a job well done.
Zak spun around with a wild grin and grabbed Stitch’s neck, pulling him in for another kiss. His body was both pleasantly tired and pumped up. The thick arms were around his waist before he could ask for it, and Stitch’s hot tongue once again explored Zak’s mouth in the sweetest way. There was no awkwardness to the kiss, no hitting teeth or drooling all over each other. Stitch was the best kisser Zak had ever had, all soft lips and agile tongue that made his knees go weak.
He’d love to just lie with this guy on the tattooing chair and fall asleep, relax, waking up to the sun, not Versailles’s whining.
“Intruder,” muttered Zak.
“You didn’t seem to mind the intrusion,” Stitch whispered with a crooked smile.
Zak snorted, delighted by the flirting. “You managed to convince me to its merits.”
Stitch looked like he wanted to put his hands into his pockets, but only realized he was naked and put them on Zak’s hips. “It was worth getting bitten by a dog.”
Zak stared at him, unsure what to say to that, but he eventually chuckled. “Romantic.”
Stitch laughed and pulled away, to get the condom off and throw it into the trash. “More like horny as fuck.”
Zak watched him with a small smile. What a gorgeous body: bulky, toned in just the right way, with a healthy tan, not too hairy... just as he liked his men. “You have some weed?”
Stitch cocked his head to the side and frowned. “Maybe.”
Zak grinned and reached out, touching the blond hair under Stitch’s navel. “Wanna get high?”
Stitch had a healthy color to his cheeks. “Hell, why not.” He slowly smiled and reached for his pants.
Zak took a good, long look at that firm ass, complete with sexy dimples at the sides. He squeezed his sphincter, enjoying the slight soreness. Stitch could have lasted a bit longer, but it was understandable considering he’d never fucked a guy before. Was he a closeted gay guy? Bi? It was not the time to ask when the big bad biker was in denial even about gay porn.
“At least I’ll know where to get it now. Are you the dealer, or do you know someone?”
“You’re straightforward.” Stitch chuckled and pulled on his briefs. “I know someone, but I can get you some.”
Zak leaned his butt on the chair and smiled at him. He could definitely see this being more than one hookup. Fingers crossed. “That would be nice. Alcohol gives me a terrible hangover.”
Stitch’s gaze kept licking Zak up and down as he pulled out a little tin. “Kitchen?”
Zak wiggled his brows. “Bedroom?”
Zak grinned and walked out of the studio with acute awareness that there was a pair of eyes glued to his naked buttocks so he kept his shoulders straight and gave a gentle sway to his hips from time to time. When they started moving up the stairs again, the gaze started burning his skin, from his back to his scrotum. “Let’s hope the dog can restrain himself from attacking you again.”
“Keep Versay away. I don’t really have the heart to kick dogs.” Stitch’s fingers trailed Zak’s balls from behind. It was unexpected enough to make Zak stop and look back with a raised eyebrow. Did he want to fuck again? That would have been some impressive stamina.
“That dog needs another name.”
Stitch grinned at him and instead of shying away, he massaged Zak’s scrotum in a lazy manner. “Yeah.”
“Feel something you like?” whispered Zak, spreading his feet a bit more. Tiny shivers were dancing all over his skin. He could not predict what this man would do next.
“I like everything about this.” Stitch pulled his hand away and gave him a harsher slap on the ass. “Go on.”
“Ouch, what if I kicked back?” Zak laughed and walked all the way up to the first floor.
Stitch snorted and passed him on the stairs. “I’d have to pin you down.”
“That’s right, you already have,” whispered Zak and pinched the meaty thigh.
Stitch tensed up for a second, but continued through the dark corridor. “I should think of something else, because you seemed to like getting pinned down.”
Zak supposed this was a good moment to bring up some facts. “It feels good,” he said simply.
“I sure hope it did. I’m not looking for a charity fuck.” Stitch put an arm over Zak’s shoulders.
Okay, some things he seemed to know. “You don’t have to, do you? Such a hot stud?” Zak slid his arm around Stitch’s waist.
“It’s… complicated.” Stitch sighed, but didn’t move away.