Road of No Return (gay outlaw biker MC romance)

by K. A. Merikan

  “Oh, fuck... bear down on me, baby.”

  Stitch swallowed, suddenly unsure if he could actually take all that cock. There was lots of lube though, it should be fine. His breathing got completely erratic with a sudden panic that ambushed him when he least expected it. Zak’s hand on him felt good, but everything else was a blur, and Stitch was sure it would be until he found out what being fucked felt like.

  “Stitch? You okay?” Zak’s hair brushed over his spine as his lover leaned down to kiss his skin. And that cock was still there, waiting for the green light.

  “Yeah, I just… It’s all a bit much,” he said between one deep breath and another. The hot cockhead at his sensitive anus had him excited even if just for the reason that it was Zak’s dick between Stitch’s buttocks.

  “Sure,” uttered Zak, and his rock hard cock slid all the way down the taint, just to trail its way up Stitch’s crack. It only reminded Stitch of how good the rimming had felt.

  “I didn’t say you should stop.”

  Zak drew in a sharp breath. “You know I’m all ready for you,” he whispered with one more kiss, but his cock was back at the starting line, ready to breach. A bit more lube poured between Stitch’s buttocks, and then Zak pushed in with one strong thrust, holding on to Stitch’s hip. The world shrank down to the sharp but short-lasting ache in his ass. Stitch didn’t even know when, but he gripped on the sheet so hard his knuckles went white. No matter how he stirred his hips, Zak’s cock was now there, with the pulsing shaft stretching Stitch’s sphincter. Breath caught in his throat. It was all too much, even though it wasn’t at the same time, because there would never be too much of Zak for Stitch.

  Zak shuddered on top of him, and with a rapid move, his warm hand was against Stitch’s ass. “Oh, God, you’re so tight, baby. So tight,” he rasped, burying his face and still wet hair against Stitch’s spine. His breath was caressing Stitch, soothing him even as the pulsing pain continued making him stiffen up against the intrusion.

  Stitch’s body was torn where his mind was already set. He could hardly breathe, even with the neverending, fervent kisses constantly showering his back. He imagined he’d be embarrassed to hear words like this from a man, but he only felt appreciated, excited, and ready to be free of society’s constraints. His lover was clearly turned on like a dog in heat, his own dick throbbed and dripped with precome, and both their bodies were on fire. Stitch let go of his inhibitions and slowly circled his hips against Zak’s. Even with his ass hurting slightly, it was nothing like what he’d experienced earlier tonight.

  Zak groaned, rolling his head over Stitch’s back. His mouth was there, sucking, biting, pulling on the skin as he pushed his cock farther in, shivering. His hand was all the way up on Stitch’s nape, but it wasn’t a gesture of dominance, it felt as if Zak was protecting him, calming him down with this simple gesture. His hips were making tiny, shallow moves, but even that was straining, the thick meat making Stitch's tight flesh burn. But the more they ground into one another, the more pain seemed to disperse, replaced with wonderful friction, generating a heat that enveloped Stitch’s whole groin, stomach, legs, chest.

  “You good?” whispered Zak, sliding his free arm around Stitch.

  “You’re so hot and amazing,” Stitch said, surprised by how his voice trembled. Having Zak’s dick inside, pushing and throbbing, was so intense he barely managed to speak at all. He never thought it would be so freeing to do this. His knees were too strained, so he slowly slid back to the covers with Zak on his back. His thighs shook with the effort, but his pride wouldn’t let him just collapse. When he lay on his stomach, his ass only clenched on Zak’s cock harder. All the emotions rolling over Stitch’s body were simply too much. He had to close his eyes to stop the stinging underneath his eyelids. Only it didn’t work.

  The room was silent, coming alive only with the sounds they were making. Tiny groans, gasps, the occasional moan, skin slapping on skin, the scratching of Zak’s fingers over Stitch’s back, the crisp bedsheets rustling, the gentle creaking of the bed somewhere in the background. It was so pure and wonderful, just what he needed to feel safe and cherished, with nothing distracting Zak from him. That strong wonderful body was trembling every time Zak pushed his cock in, every time he pulled out. He was being slow and gentle, but still stopped from time to time, clearly giving himself a moment to calm down. No one had ever wanted Stitch that much. And with that cock making Stitch feel so incredibly good, warm and soft inside, it was getting harder and harder to control himself.

  Stitch was open to each of Zak’s moves, his own cock stiff as steel and twitching each time Zak’s cock brushed against Stitch’s prostate. It was bliss. Stitch pulled one of his arms back to stroke Zak’s ass, the skin so hot and tense under his fingertips. He was overwhelmed by just how at ease he felt with this man. A deep sob was building up in Stitch’s chest, and he couldn’t push it back. It surfaced with all the other memories. The divorce, the arguments with Crystal, messing up at cooking, Zak cheating, Smoke’s body mauled with bullets, losing all the drug money, the impotence of not being able to fight back. He could let all that go with the man he loved.

  He dug his fingers into Zak’s skin and let go for the first time in years, without even trying to muffle his sob.

  Zak stilled over him before quickly pulling him into a close hug. His mouth was right next to Stitch’s ear as he spread his body over Stitch’s back all the way, with his cock lodged deep inside. “What is it? Do you want me to stop?” he asked, breathless.

  “No, please, be close to me,” Stitch whispered, feeling the wetness under his eyelids. He lived in a culture where being tough was the only currency. He didn’t even cry when he was alone. Being able to let it out made him just as relieved as having the amazing hot body on top of him. Made him remember he was still human, not a man whose muscles were made out of violence and bones out of fury.

  Zak’s hand slid under Stitch’s jaw and turned his head to the side, just in time to meet his lover’s hungry, fervent lips. In comparison to the primal rhythm of a cock pushing into Stitch’s ass, the kiss was surprisingly gentle, and he couldn’t bring himself to break it despite the pain in his back and neck.

  Zak growled into his mouth like the animal he was, his hips slamming against Stitch faster. Harder. Stitch knew Zak was going to come soon, so he moved with him, rubbing his own dick against the pillow and only stimulating the thrusts. The thought that Zak was bare and would be coming inside of him had his cock eager to join the orgasm bandwagon. Stitch was close, so close. He moaned, kissed, bit, uncaring if Zak saw him crying or not.

  Within seconds, Zak’s mouth fell off his with a sharp gasp, his cock slammed into Stitch with two powerful stabs only to remain there, buried to the hilt as Zak’s body became a burning hot statue. His cock was pulsing with a well-known rhythm, spilling right into Stitch’s willing hole, filling him up, creaming him, and yet Stitch felt as masculine as ever. He wasn’t ‘serving’ another man, they were doing this together. With the pillow not being a good enough lover after all, Stitch made the effort of lifting Zak slightly and reaching to his own cock for a quick jerk off. His ribs hurt, but nothing could distract him from the thought of sweat, come, and hot, firm muscle. Stitch was more aware of his body than ever, but his body wasn’t his anymore, it was connected to Zak’s. He came with the lowest of grunts, with his ass clenching over the hot meat still throbbing in him. His balls pulled up when he stained the pillow with more spunk than he imagined to have.

  Stitch panted, his whole body trembling with in the aftermath of the visceral orgasm. It felt as if it wasn’t even his. As if he were reliving the orgasm he felt inside of himself just moments ago.

  Zak whimpered, brushing his fingers over Stitch’s sides. His breathing was coming in sharp pants, even more so when he slowly moved, his cock slipping out of the hole with a sloppy sound. “Oh, fuck,” he whispered, moving the back of his hand over Stitch’s ass as if it was something delicate and pristine.


  Stitch lay in the stained sheets, out of breath and pumped out. “That was… wow. You’re so fucking good.”

  Zak’s exhale turned into a breathless laugh. He pushed on Stitch’s arm and rolled him onto his back. With his face flushed red and a big smile on his face, he looked like the happiest man alive. “You have no idea how hard it was for me not to come right away. You’re so fucking hot you make me turn into a teenager,” whispered Zak, landing in the covers next to Stitch. He immediately rolled closer and pulled him against his chest. The movement made sperm drip out of Stitch.

  Stitch hugged Zak close and smiled back. “Did the teen-Zak wet himself over fucking a big, bad biker?” He kissed Zak’s sweaty forehead. Just a few hours ago, Stitch wouldn’t even consider bottoming, and now it felt like the best idea on the planet. He felt so light he could fly.

  Zak grinned, pulling Stitch into the safety of his tattooed chest. He rested one hand on Stitch’s hip and nuzzled his cheek. “Can’t you tell? I think you’re pretty hydrated, Mr. Biker.”

  “You liked it bare?” Stitch took a deep breath and fit his face into Zak’s neck. He watched the inked chest expand and listened to the quick, healthy heartbeat.

  “It was... amazing,” whispered Zak, seeking Stitch’s fingers with his hand. “Never done this bare before, and you... agreeing to this, letting me come inside you. I just... don’t know what to say without making it seem cheaper than it was, you know.”

  Stitch squeezed Zak’s hand and delighted in a slow kiss. “My inhibitions were bullshit. Now I know. I had the shittiest day and you made it better. Thank you.”

  Zak pushed his fingers into Stitch’s hair and looked into his eyes. His were this beautiful, deep blue that Stitch could look into all the time. It was different to lie in Zak’s arms for a change, him being a bit sore in a way that Zak sometimes mentioned but Stitch could never understand. It really was pleasant, hot, tender. A remainder of being so close with another man, closer than he ever imagined.

  “I’m here to serve,” chuckled Zak, but his face became more serious when he leaned in for another kiss. “You are an amazing man. Nobody’s anything like you.”

  “I love you,” Stitch whispered and kissed Zak’s lip piercing. Everything about his man was perfect.

  Zak stared at him, his eyes going wide, still glossy from the sex.

  Stitch shook his head with a smile. “You don’t have to say it back. I just want you to know.”

  Zak took a shuddery breath and blinked, leaning in for a deep, sensual kiss that took Stitch over the moon with its raw need. But good things come to an end, and Zak pulled away, keeping their foreheads together. “You make me feel all those things, you stupid man,” he grunted, gently punching Stitch’s chest.

  Stitch wrapped his arms around Zak’s waist and kept kissing those glorious lips. He knew tonight, he’d sleep like a baby.

  Chapter 15

  Stitch looked around the bathroom for his cut. He was sure he’d left it here the night before with the rest of his clothes, but it was nowhere to be found.

  “Hey, Zak?” he yelled from the shower as he toweled himself off. “You seen my cut?”

  The door opened, and when he looked back through the wet plexiglass, he stared straight into Zak’s smiling face. “Yeah, it’s all ready for you downstairs,” said Zak, slipping into the steamy bathroom in just his narrow jeans. Stitch flinched at the sight of the bruises on Zak’s neck, but tried to erase the memory of the fight from his mind no matter how persistently the ugly marks stared at him in accusation.

  Stitch paused for a moment, remembering the ketchup-stained patches. Zak was the sweetest thing ever. Stitch had already thought he wouldn’t be able to wear his cut when it was so desecrated. He got out of the stall and started putting on the rest of his clothes. He was worried he’d feel awkward with Zak after yesterday, but there was no shyness at all. Stitch closed the distance between them and gave Zak a kiss.

  The soft mouth stretched into a smile, and Zak put his arms around him, uncaring that he’d get wet. He’d been out of bed when Stitch woke up, but the smell of frying bacon had been like a soothing blanket on his shoulders. Stitch fell asleep again and let his lover wake him up with the breakfast of the gods, which they ate cuddling, without a trace of awkwardness or tension.

  “Will you be ready to go soon?” asked Zak, gently petting the small of Stitch’s back.

  “Yeah, I gotta go. We’re gonna have a club meeting later.” Stitch gave him one more kiss and pulled away to put on the rest of his clothes. His skin tingled when Zak brushed his hand over Stitch’s buttock and walked out. The dynamics of their relationship felt different now, but not bad at all, so since he couldn’t pinpoint it, he stopped trying. Anyway, they wouldn’t be doing the same thing tonight. Or maybe even for a few days, because his ass felt tender as a prime cut of beef.

  He combed his fingers through his hair and walked out, ready to face the world. He didn’t care if no one knew, but he was stronger today than he was the day before.

  As he walked down the stairs, Zak was sitting on the floor with Versay between his legs and a cup of his ridiculous coffee—black with lemon pieces. The dog immediately rushed up the stairs to meet Stitch, his tail wagging like a windscreen wiper during heavy rainfall. The poor thing didn’t know who hurt his paw.

  “Hey, boy.” Stitch bowed to stroke his head, but groaned when pain reminded him about the aching ribs. “Have a good day, yeah?” He smiled at Zak, who already pulled himself up and walked over to a chair where he’d left Stitch’s cut. In the bright daylight Stitch could see without a doubt that the patches had been thoroughly cleaned.

  “Will you be in tonight?” asked Zak, grabbing the cut. He held it up for Stitch to slip into. It was the sweetest gesture Stitch never wanted to part with. He let Zak put it on him, and it felt like his armor for the day.

  “I will.”

  “All right, I’ll get some Chinese for us, yeah?” Zak put his arms around Stitch’s neck and kissed him again, pliant and sweet as candy.

  “Sounds good to me.” Stitch extended the goodbyes as much as he could, not wanting to leave yet, but it was time, so in the end he said one more ‘bye’ to Versay and left the house.

  It was only when he approached his bike up close when he noticed the front tire was flat. And the back tire. “The hell?” He scooted next to the bike and ran his fingers along the punctured rubber. He knew exactly who did this to his mount. “Motherfucker!” he screamed out.

  “Stitch?” shouted Zak from the door. “What is it?”

  “Cox slit my fucking tires!” Stitch put his arms up in frustration. He wanted to strangle the fucker, but there was no one to take his anger out on.

  The door slid shut. “You want me to give you a lift? I’m going to town anyway,” said Zak after a moment of poignant silence as he rushed down the stairs.

  “Fucker doesn’t know who he’s messing with,” Stitch snarled, circling the bike to check for other damage, but there was none, fortunately. This was war.

  “Don’t do anything reckless,” muttered Zak as he joined Stitch by the motorcycle. In the bright sunlight, it looked ready to hit the road, even though, sadly, it wouldn’t.

  “You don’t mess with another man’s bike, Zak. He should damn well know this. And he’s the cop here!” Stitch took a deep breath. He couldn’t deal with this now. “Give me a lift, yeah?”

  “Right, you can mess with his tires when the time comes,” said Zak and walked up to the beautiful car, which said much more about Zak than the house he lived in.

  Stitch took a deep breath that only hurt his ribs more, but followed. The fact that Cox now knew about his sexuality had been in the back of Stitch’s mind since yesterday but only now it dawned on him with full force. He joined Zak in the car, and immediately, the slim fingers wrapped around his hand.

  “Do you want me to pick up new tires for you?”

  Stitch squeezed back harder than he intended to. It was so fucking strange to
have an ass so well fucked that he still felt it today. How was Zak coping with being fucked like this on a daily basis? “No, I’ll call Captain from home. We’ll take it to the garage.”

  “Sure.” Zak sighed and let go of Stitch to move the car back. “Will it be ready tonight? You can call me if you need a lift, yeah?” he said with a small smile. His hands looked so fucking good on the steering wheel. Stitch bet they’d look even better if they were tattooed like the rest of Zak.

  Stitch nodded. “I’ll see how it all goes.” He took a deep breath to calm down. “I’ve got my phone at home.”

  Zak frowned. “No, it was in your pocket. Did you leave it in the bathroom?”

  Stitch pursed his lips as they started driving down the street. “I have a special phone for you,” he muttered.

  “Do you?” Zak grinned and took a turn on the empty road. “Zak the dirty secret, huh?”

  Stitch looked away and rubbed his forehead. “Sorry, it has to be like this.”

  Zak exhaled and put his hand on Stitch’s again. “I know. You wouldn’t want any of those dirty messages to accidentally end up at your friend’s phone, yeah?”

  “God, no. I just can’t help myself when I think of you. All I wanna do is fuck all day.”

  Zak pushed his sunglasses down to his nose and laughed out loud. “Always the romantic. You can write a poem about my ass. Do it, I dare you.”

  “You can be such an asshole.” Stitch groaned and pulled down the window, feeling too hot.

  Zak grinned and patted his back. “Just joking. I know you’re serious.”

  “Yeah, yeah. Just drive.” Stitch shook his head, but let his fingers trail Zak’s knuckles.

  “At least you have a lot to think about now,” said Zak, and they accelerated, turning into a wider street. Stitch couldn’t help a smirk. That he did.

  It only took ten minutes to reach Stitch’s home.