Sex & Mayhem 01 Road of No Return (30 page)

Zak snorted and hardly contained a shake of his head. Was Cox really pulling the boyfriend card here? They’d only fucked a few times, and didn’t really have much to talk about. “I’ve been having honest boyfriends for the last ten years,” he said, brushing his fingers over the heavy signet on his thumb. He was sometimes getting the impression that it burned with the power of Stitch’s passion for him.

A heavy hand slid to Zak’s shoulder. “We’re done here,” Stitch said in that tone that always made Zak want to spread his thighs. He looked back and gave him the best smile he could muster, which wasn’t all that great. The only regret he had was that he couldn’t hold him.

Cox straightened up like a proud turkey and crossed his arms on his chest. “Really, Larsen? Haven’t you caused enough damage?”

Stitch’s lips were a thin line, and he didn’t even bother answering. He wore a black hoodie under his cut and leather gloves. “I’m taking you home,” he said to Zak and passed him a helmet, yet Zak was sure those words were partially for Cox’s ears.

He got to his feet, a bit lightheaded, and struggled to stop himself from grabbing Stitch’s hand. “See you around. Hope you can find those guys,” he said to Cox before walking off. Home sounded good. They would be safe at home.

Captain watched their every step toward Stitch’s bike as he stood by the door, smoking and talking to another police officer. The gaze was so menacing it gave Zak shivers. There was a promise of something sinister in those eyes, but he wouldn’t let himself think about it too much. The ground under his feet seemed a far better place to look at. Or the patches on the broad back of his man, even if they did bring them so much trouble and arguments. Stitch got on the bike without a word, looking back at Zak with an unreadable expression.

Zak put on the helmet and climbed into the bitch seat, grabbing its back like a good straight boy. This wasn’t how they’d ridden a few times down empty roads, with him clinging to Stitch’s back, taking a quick fuck break somewhere in the woods. All he wanted was to get going, and it looked like Stitch had the same idea.

With a roar of the engine, they sped forward as if shot from a ballista. Well over the speed limit, but with three dead bodies and a shooting, no one would bother to stop them for speeding. Wind hit Zak’s naked arms, but soon enough they were out of sight, on an empty road, leaving all the bloodshed behind them, and Zak could slide his hands around Stitch’s waist.

A flood of relief washed through him as soon as he could squeeze his arms around that thick torso and bury his face in the leather of the cut. His heart was racing against his ribs as the bike went, way, way past the speed limit, and he closed his eyes, digging his fingers into Stitch’s chest. There was only darkness around them, the only lights in the windows of the houses by the road.

With his hand on Stitch’s chest, Zak could feel every heartbeat drumming fast. It only made Zak hug Stitch tighter. Sitting at the back of the bike wasn’t all that bad when he could trust Stitch to get him home safely. The speed gave Zak an adrenaline rush, but he felt as safe as ever. At a hundred miles an hour, no one could disturb them, it was only him and Stitch. The feeling it evoked made Zak want to never leave the bike and ride on forever.

*

When they arrived at Zak’s, the whole neighborhood was dead silent. No one seemed to know what had happened just a few miles away, and Zak hugged Stitch hard as soon as he was back on his own two feet. His mouth spilled what he had been thinking for the last two hours, continuously grinding it through his brain along with the horrific images of Stitch lying dead instead of Joe. “We could have been there.”

“I know, sweetheart.” Stitch pulled him close and cupped his head with his big, leather-clad hand. Zak breathed in Stitch’s scent and followed it, his mouth finding those familiar lips by heart, and he grabbed the sides of Stitch’s cut, pulling them even tighter together. He needed to be close
now
, not in a few minutes, or once they reached the door. It was a desire so basic and profound that he couldn’t care less if anyone recognized them at this point.

The hiss he got in return was full of the same need for connection, better than words. Stitch’s arms around Zak’s waist were so solid and firm that within the embrace it felt like nothing could hurt him. His lover’s hot tongue explored Zak’s lips in an eagerness only comparable to their first kisses.

Zak pulled him toward the house without breaking the embrace. They were stumbling over uneven ground but neither wanted to part from the other’s warmth. Zak pushed the gate shut with his boot, and only blind luck saved them from falling down on the stairs to the porch. His skin was on fire, and the need in his chest could only be filled with more closeness, more of Stitch.

They got into the house to a greeting from Versay, but Zak quickly let the dog out so they wouldn’t be interrupted. Stitch grabbed him from behind and pulled him to the living room, walking backward and kissing Zak’s neck. His grip was so tight it left Zak breathless. They could stumble over one of Versay’s toys or the coffee table, and he could then end up with a broken neck, but at this point he didn’t care, entrusting everything to Stitch. He clung to him, kissing his mouth with abandon, as if this were the last time he could ever touch him, and the mere thought of it made him tremble with fright.

Stitch pulled Zak to the couch in the darkness that was only sparsely illuminated by the light seeping in from outside. “Whatever happens, I won’t let you get hurt,” he whispered and pulled off Zak’s top. His eyes had an intensity to them that would make Zak believe in anything Stitch said. Zak nodded and pushed on Stitch’s cut, spreading his legs to pull him close. His throat was slowly choking up.

“I don’t want you hurt either.”

Stitch parted Zak’s lips with another greedy kiss, at the same time trying to pull Zak’s pants down. The tumble of hands and kisses ended in them falling to the floor from the narrow couch. At least it wasn’t far.

“My shoes,” uttered Zak, trying to quickly push them off without parting from Stitch, but his lover grunted in protest.

“I don’t care about your shoes." Stitch was already rubbing against Zak with his groin. Before Zak could protest, try to get naked, do things properly, even if on the floor, Stitch flipped him over to his stomach and pulled Zak’s pants down to his thighs.

Zak’s face met with the dusty carpet, but with Stitch’s fully clothed form covering him like the sweetest, thickest blanket, he couldn’t care less. All he could hear was Stitch’s panting and the sound of his zipper being pulled down. It was as if that zipper moved all the way down his spine and into his crack, opening him up for Stitch.

With a deep shudder, Zak curled his spine and raised his ass to brush against rough denim and a very hot, very hard cock. “Oh, God,” he uttered, clawing his fingers into the carpet. His stomach was like a firepit, and he needed something to stir the burn.

Stitch bit on his nape instead of an answer and fumbled with something for just one second. Lube dripped between Zak’s buttocks, and Stitch’s cock was right there to follow that dribble, already aligning with Zak’s anus. The heat, Stitch’s weight, the dusty smell combined with Stitch’s cologne and the scent of leather sent Zak’s senses into overload. He tried to push his knees wider apart, but it was no use with the tight pants holding them together.

He moaned, tilting his hips and pressing his ass against that big, wonderful cock. He needed it now. Now. “Stitch...”

“What is it?” Stitch rasped, climbing on top of Zak like a wild beast and already pushing in with his cockhead. As much as Zak wanted to believe he was ready, there was a stinging burn from the push, which was immediately cooled down with a long lick at Zak’s neck.

Zak opened his mouth, but no sound came as he stiffened, feeling the hard shaft push its way into him like a merciless machine. Yet that was what he was waiting for, and he moaned Stitch’s name again, shuddering with the shock of intermingling pain and pleasure. He was burning up from the tips of his toes all the way to his head, and with Stitch’s heavy, strong body on top of him, he was more helpless against raw emotion than ever.

“I need to melt into you,” Stitch whispered into Zak’s skin, his cock so hot inside, like it was a piece of Zak’s body. It fit in him so perfectly, even with the burn. Stitch didn’t stay still though. He put his hands on the floor to hold his weight and pulled out halfway only to slam back in.

Zak yelped and grabbed onto Stitch’s wrists, digging his fingertips into the hot flesh. He was already breathless, but all he wanted was more warmth, so he pulled on his lover’s hands. “No, I want you on me,” he uttered as pain turned into a pleasant friction.

Stitch murmured something and bit into Zak’s neck, distracting him from the intensity of the fuck. Stitch’s hips moved back and forth to the soundtrack of his grunts as he screwed Zak into the carpet. “You have me.”

Zak stretched his body farther, arching his back to be even closer. Stitch’s body was a warm cage shielding him from the world, from the gunmen from earlier on, even from his own fears as Stitch pinned Zak down with his cock. Waves of sensation washed through Zak just as rapidly as the storm spreading in his chest, fueled by each thrust, each grunt above him. “
You
have
me
,” he uttered, squeezing his eyes shut. He couldn’t even comprehend the depth of what he was feeling at this moment. All the horrible things he’d seen tonight, all the hurtful things in the past, it was all nothing in comparison.

Just a few thrusts later, Stitch came, biting Zak’s neck even harder than before, like he wanted to eat him alive. His hot come filled Zak as Stitch made the most teasing circles with his hips. It felt like having Stitch plant his seed deep inside, dirty, erotic, and emotional all at the same time. His thick arms slid under Zak’s body and Stitch hugged him tightly, still panting and burning Zak with his desire.

“Don’t pull out,” uttered Zak, pulling his thighs together to trap the cock inside him, still pulsing, still very much alive even if softening. He grasped Stitch’s hand, turned his head to the side, and rested his cheek on the carpet, looking up at his lover. Even with the burning need still tugging at his cock, he wanted to stay like this for a little longer, safe and cared for in Stitch’s arms.

“Can’t say no to that.” Stitch kissed Zak’s aching neck. “You’re my natural high. I needed it after tonight.”

“Me too.” Zak reached back and smiled when he touched the longish hair. His breathing was slowly getting back to normal, but he raised his hips to reach his cock even if just barely. He was pulsing all over and needed the release that built up in his balls. “I needed my caveman...”

Stitch pushed himself up on his elbows so Zak had less to carry, but the slippery feeling on his ass was only going to get him closer to orgasm. “Your Thor.” Stitch bowed and kissed Zak’s back.

Zak whined, arching for more as he started jerking off at a furious speed. It only became more urgent when he noticed Stitch’s cock slowly shrinking, withdrawing from his burning, slippery hole. His thoughts flooded with red and green shapes as he grunted, drunk on the closeness. Some of Stitch’s seed dribbled out of Zak and down his balls, but it was when the head started slowly dislodging from his anus that he came with a sharp cry, curling up under the powerful body as all tension left him to the feeling of bliss. “You’re mine...”

“I am.” Stitch never stopped showering Zak’s back with kisses and slowly fell to his side, pulling Zak along.

Zak turned in his arms and pushed his face into the soft hoodie, which was now warm as a radiator. He wanted to say something, but with his head completely empty, he just stayed silent, savoring his lover’s scent and leftover energy. His ass was on fire, but he wouldn’t complain and instead slowly unzipped Stitch’s hoodie just enough to cuddle his face into the warm chest. The earthy scent of his lover was enough to set his mind at ease.

Stitch was the one to speak first, holding Zak close. “I’ll tie up the loose ends and pull away from the club.”

Zak looked up at him, his windpipe choking up a bit as their eyes met. And to think he was sure he’d have to somehow convince Stitch it would be the best solution. Him coming up with it himself wasn’t what Zak had expected at all. Stitch seemed so close with the club members. Could he really go through with this? This situation must have shocked Stitch, and Zak wasn’t surprised because if he were the intended victim, he’d be scared shitless. “I... wanted to suggest that.”

“It’s just not gonna happen overnight. I wanna stay in the workshop and be around the club, but this shit was too much.” He stroked Zak’s head. “The club’s changed. It’s not what it used to be.”

Zak exhaled, pulled himself up, and slid his arms around Stitch’s neck, drawing him in for a slow, gentle kiss. Just touching Stitch was making him feel so alive, and the fire was back in his chest. “Will they allow that?”

“I’m gonna have to try. Today wasn’t random, Zak. We’re into deeper shit now, and I can’t have you in danger.”

Zak’s heart stopped before sprinting into a furious gallop. Stitch was committing to Zak more than he had imagined if he was willing to break up the most stable relationship he'd ever had. “I’ll be fine...”

“No, you won’t. Especially now that I don’t even know yet what Captain will do.” Stitch tightened his hug around Zak. For all Zak was concerned, he could stay for the night in this embrace on the floor. “I’m not such a good guy, Zak.”