Sex & Mayhem 01 Road of No Return (16 page)

“I just want to know, intel is important. If Cox is into cocks, I need to know. Why is this such a big deal? I wasn’t spying on you or nothing.” Stitch took a deep breath and grabbed Zak’s bag like it was his.

Zak counted to three and started the car, slowly driving out of the small parking lot. He couldn’t help but think about just how much Cox was into cocks. “I don’t kiss and tell. I’m not gonna tell anyone about you, and I’m not gonna tell you about anyone else.”

Stitch fished out his gun and put it back inside his vest. “Do you even… I mean… do you miss me?”

Zak swallowed, squeezing the steering wheel as he took a turn to the right. His heart skipped a beat, and the whole right side of his body started burning up with the electricity between them. “I… What’s with the gun?” he asked, deciding to change the subject halfway through the sentence.

Stitch sighed. “It’s just for security. Sorry I got you involved. I saw his fucking face, and I couldn’t hold back.”

“But you shouldn't have it, should you? You guys own a club and a workshop. Why would you need this?” Zak exhaled, driving slowly not to reach Stitch’s house too soon.

“You never know what’s gonna pop up. Some guys see a bike and try to pick a fight.”

“Stitch, why is Cox after you? What the fuck is going on? I need to know this,” uttered Zak, getting increasingly nervous. Stitch was a good guy, deep down, and Zak didn’t want him to get into serious trouble.

“You don’t. Cox is a pain in
my
ass. And not the good kind.” All of a sudden, Stitch's fingers were on Zak’s thigh, burning through the denim and sending thousands of ants up his back.

“I thought you don’t like any kind of pain in the ass,” Zak whispered, trying not to pant too much.

“Don’t go there, it’s not cute.” Stitch never took his fingers away. “Cox has nothing on me, that’s why he’s so annoyed. I think I commit crimes against his fashion sense.”

That comment was so unexpected, it went right through Zak’s barriers, and he laughed out loud. “Yeah, I bet. Jerk.”

“Jerk? You guys seemed to be awfully close. He really wants a sleeve? What the fuck?” A little smile bloomed on Stitch’s lips. “That guy should get a butterfly on his hip.”

Zak chuckled. “Yeah right. Just ignore him. You know he has the upper hand.”

“Fuck his upper hand if I have Zak’s leg.” Stitch smirked, now stroking him with an open palm.

Zak bit his lip, staring straight into the road, lit only by the headlamps of his car. He couldn’t help but react to the touch. “You’re just holding it now,” he muttered.

“I suppose I have to be satisfied with holding if I can’t own,” he said in that quiet, raspy voice that made Zak want to hop into bed.

Zak took a shuddery breath and for a moment thought his vision was shaking, at least until he realized it was his hands trembling on the steering wheel. He squeezed it immediately and cleared his throat. What could he possibly say to that?

“People can’t be owned,” he whispered in the end, much quieter than he’d have liked.

“Can I at least rent you?”

Zak swallowed, slowly pulling into Stitch’s street. He was trying to calm his breathing, but it was hard with Stitch’s big, warm hand trailing ever closer to his crotch, triggering little explosions along its way.

“How badly do you want me?”

Stitch pulled out his keys from his pocket and clicked for the garage to open. “I can’t afford you, so I guess I will have to steal you.”

“Nah, I’m cheap, you don’t have to steal,” muttered Zak, slowly driving into the garage, which was cluttered by tools and all kinds of trash that he didn’t find interesting at all. He exhaled and stopped the car, pulling out the key. It felt like driving into the dragon’s lair. Even more so when Stitch pressed on the button again and the garage door started closing. The lair had a drawbridge and it was being pulled up.

“You’re priceless to me,” Stitch said quietly, his eyes shining and aware.

Zak stared at him, his lungs emptying so much they started burning. With his throat tight, he turned to Stitch, overwhelmed by the intensity in those deep brown eyes. Stitch wasn’t lying. It was the raw truth presented on a platter along with a still-beating heart. Zak never expected to hear anything like this, from anyone, and as much as he liked to listen to reason, the confession sent his mind into chaos. “I’m gonna kill you if you’re just trying to get into my pants by saying stuff like that.”

Stitch smirked and leaned over to kiss Zak’s lips. It was the slightest brush of mouths, but it sent a powerful charge all the way to Zak’s feet. “I’ll die a happy man,” he said and left the car. Zak watched him move in the darkness, marvelling at those wide shoulders and tall body. Bright light made him blink, but it made Stitch look even more tempting.

Zak exhaled and slid his hand lower, grabbing his cock through the thin denim. He refused to look away from Stitch, imagining his thick, bulky form hovering over himself, big hands holding his hips in place, coarse hair tickling his skin.

Stitch grabbed a blanket off one of the shelves and shook off the dust. He walked over to the front of the car and in one move rolled the blanket out over the hood. It felt like an invitation to the wedding bed. Stitch looked at Zak through the front window and stroked the blanket with a crooked smile.

Zak smirked, leaned forward, and slowly brushed his fingers over the glass. Biting his lip, he pulled down the zip at the front of his vest, making sure not to show too much skin yet.

Stitch gestured for Zak to come over, that sexy smirk still in place. The pull was irresistible, and Zak found himself opening the car. He approached Stitch in slow, calculated steps, sliding his hands along the deck of the car. As tacky as that sounded even in his own mind, his body was ready. He couldn’t deny himself Stitch. After two weeks, the jealous fit was just a fading memory, paling with every step Zak took. What was real was the man in front of him, a man smelling of leather, wood chips, and testosterone. A man in a pair of well fitting jeans, with a bulge just below his skull-shaped belt buckle, and a tight black T-shirt under the leather vest.

Stitch enclosed him in his hot, strong arms, making him groan. Zak buried his hands in the soft leather at his back, pulled his fingers over the patches, and opened his mouth, tasting the salty sheen off Stitch’s neck. The taste made him shudder and fall deeper into the hard chest.

“You don’t want me to freeze my ass off on that hood?”

“Or your dick.” Stitch lapped at Zak’s lips before abruptly turning Zak in his arms. He pushed Zak onto the hood without too much force and hugged Zak’s back, slowly grinding into his ass. That bulge was riding Zak’s buttocks good and slow, massaging the outermost part of Zak’s buttocks as if preparing him for the ride, slowly easing him into the rhythm. He rolled his hips and arched his back, so that not only Stitch’s erection but also the hard buckle bit into his flesh.

A knee pushed Zak’s thighs apart, sending a jolt of excitement to Zak’s balls. He could feel the chill of metal through the blanket, but it was nice to have that bit of insulation. “I missed this so bad,” Stitch whispered into his ear, tickling his skin. Stitch’s fingertips slid to the front of Zak’s pants and pulled open the zipper.

Zak’s cock twitched in his pants against Stitch’s hand, and he started panting for air, but what he got was the scent of oil and leather, skin-meltingly sweet and spicy. He spread his legs, waiting for those rough, thick fingertips to slip inside and take him in hand. But there was something he wanted even more, even though Zak found it so hard to utter a coherent sound. “Can I suck you first?”

“Baby, can you ever.” Stitch pulled back, and Zak slid to the concrete ground with knees so soft he wouldn’t be able to stand if he wanted to. He was faced with those thick, veiny forearms dusted by golden hairs, but his gaze already slid lower, to the big hands opening the skull belt buckle. He leaned forward with a low gasp, holding onto the belt loops of Stitch’s jeans and pressing his nose to the bulging zip. It was all leather and musk, so very Stitch that his own dick almost jumped out of his pants. He shuddered, gently biting around the denim-encased flesh and looked up, straight into the hungry eyes shining from a flushed handsome face.

“Oh, Zak… Show me how bad you want it.” Stitch rasped and left the package to be unwrapped. He slid his hands into Zak’s hair with a firm grip that made all the hairs on Zak’s nape bristle.

Zak groaned and dug his fingers into Stitch’s hips, sliding his tongue beneath the fold of fabric at the front. He lapped up and down the zipper and pulled the slider down with his teeth, releasing more of Stitch’s scent right into Zak’s nostrils. “You have no idea how much I want it,” he whispered, fumbling with the top button only to force himself to lean back. “Give it to me.”

Stitch pulled down his jeans and briefs. His cock popped out, already half-hard, thick and bulging. “Come to me.” Stitch pulled Zak’s head closer, forcing his lips to the tip of his dick. They’d done this so many times, yet after two weeks apart it felt completely new.

Zak opened up, swallowing half of the cock in one go and cradling the heavy, hairy sack in his hand like the most precious thing he ever held. He groaned and hollowed his cheeks, savoring the pulsing meat that at this moment became the center of his world. He couldn’t care less about anything outside of the garage, hungry for every inch of cock that opened his throat, and pushed its way deeper, led in by Zak’s tongue, all the way past his gag reflex. He shuddered, breathing in the scent of Stitch’s pubes only to draw back for air. His eyes were watering, but he smiled around the cock, and then swallowed it again, arching against Stitch’s thighs.

“So good… Yeah? Get it ready,” Stitch rasped, his hands cupping Zak’s head like it was the thinnest porcelain. It still rang in his head how Stitch called him priceless. Right now, Zak didn’t even care if it was an act or not. It felt like it was true, and that was what he chose to believe.

Slowly he pulled back and kissed the wide cockhead while slowly jerking the spit-covered length. He pulled out the condom and packet of lube, raising them in his hand for Stitch to grab. “You feel so good inside me,” Zak whispered, very slowly getting to his feet. “I want it again.”

Stitch’s eyes darkened, and he licked his lips, pushing Zak right back onto the hood. “Spread ‘em,” he ordered and pulled down Zak’s pants in a rush like that of an immoral knight storming a convent. His cock was already rubbing against Zak’s naked skin, all hot and pulsing.

Zak shuddered, spreading his feet as wide as he could with his trousers still on. He leaned down over the hood and looked back over his arm, pulling on one of his nipple rings. Each tug fuelled his lust, sparking heat all over and making his asshole burn. Stitch looked so grand with his gaze glued to Zak’s ass, his chest expanding under the T-shirt. He gripped onto Zak’s hips with one hand, holding the lube and rubber in the other.

“Man, I’d love to cream your ass,” he said between one deep breath and another. His cockhead was slowly moving up and down Zak's crack, licking the sensitive flesh. It made Zak’s stomach pulsate, and he gasped, twisting his head back. He wanted this. He wanted Stitch’s load in his ass, he wanted this cock completely bare, enveloped in the sheath of his own body, but he couldn’t let that happen with Stitch sleeping around with random girls. That was the only thing that kept him from nodding.

“No…”

Stitch let out a deep breath, but put the condom on like the good boy that he wasn’t. He poured some lube between Zak’s asscheeks and slid his fingers in there to tease the sensitive skin around the anus. Stitch leaned down and kissed Zak’s arm. “One day, I’ll do it. I’ll come deep inside of you so hard, you’ll fall in love. It’s gonna be like Cupid’s arrow.”

Zak let out a high-pitched moan, squeezing his fingers over his nipple, and pushed his ass into the warm, coarse hand. The vision painted before him was both obscene and beautiful, and this time, he nodded. “Yeah, and then you’ll break my heart, you bastard...”

Stitch laughed into his shoulder and pushed two fingers in at once, but with the generous amount of lube, it was only a slight discomfort numbed down by his own dick throbbing in excitement. Not to mention his heart beating fast as never before. “I would never do that. I would care for you and keep your heart safe,” Stitch whispered.

Zak whimpered, straightening his elbows. He leaned back and hooked his hands over Stitch’s shoulders. That warm T-shirt, the flaps of the cut were touching his back all over. “You can hold me now,” he whispered, turning his face to find Stitch’s lips and the stubble he was becoming positively mad about.

Stitch’s lips were right there, waiting for his kisses and giving them back oh-so-eagerly. He stretched Zak’s hole as they ground against each other and when he pulled out his fingers, his cockhead was right there to replace them. Zak couldn’t wait to have it inside. “I’ll take what I can get and snatch more when you least expect it.” Stitch licked Zak’s lips, and his slippery dick pushed in, forcing its way through the sphincter.

“Oh, fuck... oh, God,” uttered Zak as the wave of steel hard heat slid into him in one long, languid move. He held on to Stitch for dear life with his hands, with his mouth, with his ass. His hunger was growing ever stronger, and he pushed his hips back until Stitch’s balls slapped his ass. He didn’t want this to end. He wanted Stitch holding him so bad.