Road of No Return (gay outlaw biker MC romance)

by K. A. Merikan

  Zak’s hands on him felt different this time. Still warm, still gentle, but somehow they seemed like a threat to who Stitch was. Zak pulled back the duvet and climbed on the mattress first, smiling at Stitch in invitation. “You okay?”

  “Yeah.” It turned out more raspy than he wished it would. Stitch slid next to Zak, really feeling like a virgin bride, all scrubbed and in the fresh bedding. Was he supposed to be just passive now? Wait for Zak’s move? It wasn’t what Zak did when he bottomed, but Stitch couldn’t just spread his legs for a guy. He couldn’t.

  The moment Stitch settled on the bed, Zak slid his arm under his nape and pulled him close, cradling him in the warm embrace of his inked arms. “What are you thinking about?” he whispered, moving his hand down Stitch’s side. It pulled on his ribs, sliding lower and lower, all the way to Stitch’s hip. In return, Stitch stroked Zak’s arm, out of his depth and gasping for air.

  “I think…” He looked into Zak’s eyes, clear and blue even in the sparse light. “I think I wanna do it bare.” If he was gonna do it, he wasn’t gonna half-ass it. He wanted to go all the way, to let Zak in. Stitch’s body felt hot and cold at the same time, like there was a constant power struggle in him between running for the hills and giving in.

  Zak blinked and gently pulled on his hair, staring straight into Stitch’s eyes as they lay in the clean, somewhat stiff sheets. His breath quickened, and Stitch would swear Zak’s pupils dilated, consuming the blue of his irises. “Okay,” he eventually said and stroked his fingers through Stitch’s wet hair. He leaned closer, and his hand slid from Stitch’s hip, stroking the line where his thighs met.

  Stitch really needed to get a grip on himself and stop tensing up or this would end up more painful than it needed to be. He swallowed and forced his muscles to move, parting his thighs. It felt like jarring open the jaws of a dead alligator. Stitch pulled closer and kissed Zak’s neck. Maybe focusing on Zak’s body would help him relax? His hands explored Zak’s side and back, learning each muscle by heart. Since he could remember, he was drawn to the masculine shape, and Zak was just like he liked it: toned but not too buff, tall, taller even than Stitch, with large palms and long fingers.

  The warm digits were now teasing the inner side of his thighs, fingertips massaging the flesh while the knuckles dug into Stitch’s other thigh. Smooth lips trailed all over Stitch’s shoulders and neck, pressing tiny, sensuous kisses to his tense skin. It was pleasant, and he could imagine he’d be mad with lust if it weren’t for the fact that he knew how this night would end for him. This knowledge was always in the background, ready to kick him in the balls.

  Zak bit into Stitch’s ear. “I’ve never met a guy as hot as you.”

  Stitch chuckled and wrapped his arms around Zak's chest. “Tell me more.” He rubbed his cheek against Zak’s, feeling as if the soft mattress was swallowing him into a whole new world where he hadn’t lost ten grand and where he and Zak could fuck without fear.

  Zak drew in a sharp breath against his cheek, triggering explosions of sensation all the way down Stitch’s back. “You’re so incredibly intense. When you look at me, I know I can trust you. This never happened before,” he whispered, and his hand rapidly climbed higher between Stitch’s thighs, pressing against Stitch’s balls.

  Stitch groaned in pleasure. That he knew, so he leaned into the touch. His own fingers slid down Zak’s back, exploring every ridge of his lover’s spine. He also had never felt so obsessed with anyone. The sex with girls was incomparable. It was nice to be touched, but the softness of their skin, the breasts, the pussies… it didn’t do it for Stitch like Zak’s body, his ass, even the cock he would willingly let in tonight.

  Zak pulled him closer, opening up Stitch’s lips with his tongue and kissing him so deep that Stitch shook with the sensation. Those long fingers squeezed around his scrotum only to trail higher, stroking the length of Stitch’s cock in the same lazy but confident way he already knew so well. Letting his hands trail to Zak’s ass was like a well-known, but exciting routine. Stitch loved those inked buttocks so much, he would pay to have a photo of those framed and put on his ceiling so they could be the first thing he saw when he woke up.

  His only slightly stiffened cock was now waking to life as Zak stroked it.

  The small balls of Zak’s piercing teased Stitch’s lip even as he was withdrawing to look Stitch in the eyes. “You know what I want to do today? Slide into the hottest ass I have ever seen.” He leaned down, nuzzling Stitch’s ear. “I will cream you with all I’ve got. You have no idea how long I have been thinking about this,” he uttered in this hot, raspy voice, squeezing Stitch’s cock tight.

  Stitch could hardly breathe, but only held on tighter to Zak’s ass. So maybe the no condom thing wasn’t playing out the way he imagined it, with him on top, but the idea of having their sweaty bodies together, and come spurting freely, got his balls to tighten. Feeling Zak’s cock, hot and throbbing against his thigh, was getting Stitch more into the mood. A sense of pride and vanity did push to the surface when he heard such good things about himself. That it was him who was the prize. He was sure his nerves would ease after they did it for the first time. He was a fucking Hound, there was no way he would be scared like a Catholic school girl on the night she gets her cherry popped.

  And as if responding to his thoughts, Zak flipped Stitch to his back and slid between his thighs, grinding their hips together as he rushed forward, nipping on Stitch’s wide-open lips. “And you know what that means, baby?” whispered Zak, grunting with each push of his cock against Stitch’s balls. His hand squeezed over Stitch’s nape, gently pulling on it. “I’m gonna let you do me too, all bare and sweaty. You’d like that, huh? Empty your balls down my tight asshole?”

  Stitch’s lips parted, and he opened his eyes. The idea went straight from his brain to the tip of his cock. He arched against Zak and groaned, spreading his legs for a better fit. “Oh, fuck yes,” he hissed and bit on Zak’s bottom lip. “You’ll be dripping with my spunk.”

  Zak grinned at him and made a circle with his hips, bringing their cocks together. The metal of his nipple piercings kept brushing over Stitch’s skin like cold fire. “Fuck the rules, yeah?” he whispered, descending down Stitch’s chest. He was trailing wet, openmouthed kisses all over the hypersensitive skin, closer and closer to Stitch’s cock.

  Wasn’t that the way of the outlaw after all? Why the fuck should Stitch be constrained by rules? Wasn’t lack of them what he loved about the biker lifestyle in the first place? Some arrangements made sense: don’t rat, have your brothers’ back, don’t mess with another guy’s bike, but cocksucking, ass-fucking? Why the fuck would anyone in the MC care whom he fucked? Because someone believed it’s disgusting? Hell, he thought Freddy puking all over the pool table was disgusting, and no one kicked him out.

  “Fuck the rules.” Stitch bit his lip, looking down and already awaiting those skilled lips.

  Zak, shameless as he was, grinned at him from between Stitch’s legs and descended on his hard cock like a hungry panther. The raw need on that handsome face made Stitch’s cock bob over his stomach, which in turn got Zak to open his eyes wider. “He needs some love,” he whispered, sucking on the base of the cock.

  “Oh, yes… he does,” Stitch groaned and arched up his hips. He was proud that after three months of intense fucking, he wasn’t coming within two minutes of sucking anymore. They could extend their sessions and explore. But this time, he just wanted to lie back and feel that sweet, warm mouth opening up to him, the spongy surface of the tongue arching beneath his shaft as it slid farther into Zak’s throat. A moment of pure bliss turned even better when Zak pulled back, holding Stitch’s dick up and sucking on the head, flicking his tongue over the sensitive flesh just beneath the cockhead. Even the long fingers sliding over the skin of Stitch’s ass couldn’t distract him.

  “That feels so good, Zak.” Stitch relaxed into the touch as more blood pumped down his body, getting his dick rock hard in that delicio
us mouth. He loved how the lip piercing ran along the sensitive skin on his penis, giving Zak’s blow jobs that edge.

  Zak hummed around his cock, vibrating like the bike, but his finger slowly moved in between Stitch’s buttocks, pushing the flesh apart as it went for its goal.

  “Wait,” Stitch grabbed Zak’s hair for lack of better idea what to do.

  Zak groaned but pulled away, letting the cock slip out of his mouth with a loud slurp. “Hn?” he muttered, biting his reddened lip.

  “I’ll turn around, yeah?” Stitch just couldn’t bear being watched, too afraid everything he was feeling would surface to his face like dead fish after a dynamite blast on the bayou.

  Zak sighed and turned his face to kiss Stitch’s thigh. “If that’s what you want.” He slowly pulled himself up and reached for one of the pillows, his hands never leaving Stitch’s skin. “I will make it good for you, I promise.”

  “I just… don’t know how it should feel, so I’ll go with the flow.” All Stitch knew was that when he fucked Zak, Zak whimpered, writhed, and sometimes came from just that. It had to be some kind of good. He turned around, never before feeling this self-conscious about showing his ass to a guy.

  Zak was right next to him, pushing the thick pillow under Stitch’s hips. He was breathing hard but behaved like a real gentleman, not rushing Stitch in any way. He leaned in, kissing him softly. “It’s probably gonna hurt in the beginning, but I think you already know that,” he whispered, putting an arm over Stitch’s back.

  Stitch took a deep breath and nodded, taking another pillow and hugging it to his chest, his back feeling scrutinized. Then again, he was proud to be a Hound of Valhalla and imagined the tattoo on his back would provide a nice view for Zak. Stitch’s cock pulsed in a steady rhythm, trapped between his stomach and the soft pillow.

  He felt the mattress shift behind him, and when Zak’s hands gently pushed on his inner thighs, he spread them without a word. Zak’s fingers trailed up and down his back, all the way to the back of Stitch’s thighs, but eventually rested on his tense buttocks. The silence in the room was complete until Zak made a low, shuddery rasp. “I’m so fucking horny right now.”

  Stitch flexed his back muscles in an attempt to look more impressive. His thighs were getting sweaty, but he still said, “I’m ready. Go on.” He was actually looking forward to feel Zak’s firm body on his back, the nipple rings teasing his skin, but what came next was the wet softness of Zak’s tongue sliding all the way along his crack and then back. His body was in a strange place between relaxation and sudden tension as his stomach burned with numb need.

  Stitch opened his eyes wider and looked over his shoulder, even though Zak’s face was buried between his asscheeks. “Y-you sure?” he uttered, but it was just a courtesy question. All the nerves down between his buttocks yearned for more attention from that hot, slippery muscle. He parted his thighs more. He never expected this to feel so... good, but his hole was opening up to the soft invasion.

  Zak moaned, digging his fingers into Stitch’s flesh as he lapped along the crack, paying special attention to the asshole. It was such an overwhelming feeling that Stitch’s thighs started trembling. “You taste like a real man. So fucking good,” whispered Zak.

  Stitch didn’t even think about it when he raised his ass slightly, loving the touch, so firm and gentle at the same time. And the compliment? Only making him feel more comfortable. He let the pillow swallow his face and moaned as his dick was back to a steady pulsing again.

  Zak’s breath was bathing him in warmth, and Stitch’s pulse rose even more when Zak trailed his tongue lower and gently nipped on the taint. His hands were roaming his buttocks and thighs, gently massaging the flesh and holding Stitch’s ass apart for the licking, kissing, even sucking of the sensitive skin right next to his anus.

  It was head-meltingly good, and only got better when the hot muscle probed his hole. Best of all, Stitch didn’t feel like a bitch, or even a girl. He arched his back, as masculine as ever, groaning to be pleasured. In a way, it did remind him of getting a blow job, with less control than he had on top. The realization only made him ponder sucking Zak off. Taking control of his dick like that and teasing him to orgasm.

  “Oh, God,” he muttered when Zak’s tongue screwed his ass like it was the best thing since the invention of a deep-fried Mars bar.

  “Yeah, you like it when I eat you out?” mumbled Zak into Stitch’s hole, lapping and sucking all over it before going into him in earnest. His tongue stabbed right inside, all the way in like Stitch imagined Zak’s cock would later. The idea didn’t seem all that threatening anymore. Zak was groaning in pleasure, grabbing onto Stitch’s buttocks.

  “It’s good, yeah,” Stitch muttered into the pillow, enjoying being the center of Zak’s attention and being taken care of.

  Zak laughed, a hoarse, pleasant sound, and started slowly, methodically thrusting his tongue all the way up Stitch’s ass. It was such a strange sensation, being fucked this way, both dominated and dominant, with a man’s face between his buttocks. It wasn’t long before there was a fingertip rubbing the flesh right next to the invading tongue, trying to sneak in. It was the sweetest torture Stitch could ever imagine. He stirred his hips, unable to keep still. His cock, trapped in the heat under his belly, yearned to get into a rhythm of rubbing on something. Not to mention his anus started pulsing in the strangest way. Stitch was not about to pull away, but on the other hand he was torn about asking for more. What kind of guy would he be if he asked for it?

  Fortunately, he didn’t have to, as the fingertip slipped into the vacated hole. Stitch shuddered when the knuckle of Zak’s hand touched his ass and the finger gently wiggled inside. “Wow,” uttered Zak. “You feel amazing.”

  A moan forced itself out of Stitch’s lips as he gripped the pillow, trying to keep himself in check. It felt so… weird, but didn’t hurt, thanks to all that tongue work. He wouldn’t have done this three months ago, but now? Stitch was lost and he would give anything to his man.

  Zak’s warm hand trailed up Stitch’s back, steadying him for the slow but deep thrusting he was doing with a single finger. The moves were becoming more and more bold as Stitch’s hole relaxed even further.

  Stitch was starting to sense a strange pressure deep inside that he couldn’t pinpoint. His body was giving in as Zak accelerated the thrusts, slapping his hand against Stitch’s ass over and over again.

  There was a shame to feeling this good about the fingering, but with just them in the room, it was getting easier to forget it with each jolt of pure, fresh squeezed lust to his balls. Stitch grunted into his new beloved, the flowery pillow. He hugged it and didn’t even notice when he started moving his hips against the other one. A deep heat gathered in Stitch’s chest, and a little voice in his head kept urging him to ask for more, telling him that it would be good to feel Zak sliding his cock inside, all bare and ready to spurt come inside of him.

  But he didn’t have to ask. There was pressure at his relaxed hole, and slowly, very slowly Zak screwed in two fingers. He kissed Stitch’s spine, petting him with the other hand. He was taking it slow for Stitch’s sake, spreading him with those two fingers, moving them in and out faster and harder as Stitch’s tolerance grew. Then, with a sudden change of angle, Stitch saw fireworks exploding beneath his eyelids as intense pleasure spread all around his stomach and pulled on his balls.

  “Oh fuck!” He scrambled to his knees, overwhelmed by the touch. This had to be the prostate Zak was so eagerly on about. It all made a lot of sense now. Stitch’s breath trembled, and he really wanted to be done with the fingers. He wasn’t some flower that had to be pampered for ages. The fingers were fucking him in earnest now, Zak’s fist slamming against his butt like he imagined his balls would once they’d get on with the real thing.

  He let out a low groan when Zak’s hand slid all the way up to his nape and pulled his head up by the hair. Stitch’s whole body was a minefield, where every single touch could end up with a
n explosion of sensation so intense it made his cock drip. The pangs of pain in his ribs only messed with his mind and made the pleasure more intense in comparison.

  Stitch let Zak pull his hair with no complaint, and even pulled up to his elbows, open to his lover like to no one ever before. It was like getting his soul pulled out for inspection. He couldn’t help but tense his ass on the fingers every now and then when the pressure was too much.

  The third finger stung a bit, but it was nothing he couldn’t handle, especially with Zak whispering into his ear about how he loved Stitch’s muscular body. He was moving the digits in Stitch’s anus in a gentle circular motion, spreading him farther in preparation for the main dish.

  Stitch’s whole body trembled, unable to comprehend all the sensations it had to process. The strangest thing was, he didn’t feel like this feminized him at all. With a guy like Zak next to him, Stitch felt as masculine as ever even when he was about to take a cock up the ass. He didn’t even bother to muffle his moans and grunts, too lost in the moment.

  “You ready for me now?” whispered Zak, pushing his fingers in deep as he bit into Stitch’s shoulder blade. Only now that he leaned closer did Stitch notice him trembling slightly.

  “Yes,” was all Stitch managed to breathlessly choke out. He was getting exactly what he came for here tonight. He was getting lost in Zak and letting go of the outside world, connected to his lover only. With Zak he didn’t have to pretend. He fell back down, with his ass up high and his cheek on the fresh pillow. There was the sharp sound of plastic, and soon after, the fingers were gone, but he wasn’t empty for long with a blunt cockhead pressing at his entrance slowly, gently. Zak gasped behind him and pressed one of his hands into the small of Stitch’s back. He was radiating heat so intense it almost burned.