Play Dirty (Wages of Sin #2) - Neve Wilder Page 0,10
where the cool pressure vanished briefly, replaced with the rough warmth of Az’s hand gripping the waistband of Madigan’s pants. He yanked them down his thighs and wedged a foot between Madigan’s calves to shove the fabric all the way to his ankles and finally free.
Madigan gasped with the sudden shock of the knife’s rounded end brushing insistently against his hole. “Points for resourcefulness,” he managed, arching as nerve endings flared to life with another slow caress of the handle. “Fuck. May need to slick it up, sweetheart, it’s a little bigger than you.” It wasn’t remotely, but Madigan reveled in Az’s disapproving grunt almost as much as the pleasure that crawled up his spine when Azrael teased the tip of the handle over his entrance again and muttered a curse in his native tongue, clearly struggling to maintain his composure.
“We’ll see about that.” Az forced Madigan’s hands to the armrests of the chair and kicked his legs wider.
Another string of curses followed as Madi pressed back in an effort to force Azrael to reconsider his grip—and because it felt pretty fucking good. How far would Az go? Was he willing to sacrifice the skin of his palm to bury the knife’s hilt inside him.
Madi’s lips quirked. “Going to fuck me with this? Your dick not up to the task?”
“You’re a dirty motherfucker, Mr. Smith, you realize that?”
“I knew it from an early age.” Madigan laughed. “Not all of us grew up repressed by Daddy.” He cursed softly as Az drew the handle over sensitive skin once more before his touch vanished. Seconds later Az was on his knees behind Madigan, tongue searing over his hole and fingers invading him, opening him with rough thrusts that made him grunt with the electric pleasure spiking through him in staccato bursts. Moments like this reminded him that it was always worth getting Azrael riled. Always. Half the time, Madigan was convinced his sole motivation in learning everything there was to know about Az was so he knew exactly where to land his blows—verbal or otherwise.
Madigan grabbed a fistful of Az’s inky strands in a demanding clutch so he couldn’t move away and cried out as Az speared his tongue into him. Madi’s cock was full and aching, dripping with precum that he smoothed over his head as he jerked himself in time to Az’s thrusts.
“Ah, fuck,” he whispered when Az rolled on a condom, spread him to the point of pain and slid home in one smooth push.
It’d been months since he’d had Az inside him, and it wasn’t as if he’d forgotten the other man’s prowess in the bedroom or how the serrated edges of their primal tendencies seemed to jigsaw together perfectly, but Madigan was good at compartmentalizing, so when past and present collided in a gale force rush of sensation, it pulled a deep moan from his lungs.
Azrael whispered a steady stream of insults along with the occasional inadvertent—Madi was sure—compliment as he fucked him hard and deep, like he too had been waiting months for this release.
“Enjoy it while it lasts,” Madigan rasped out when Az plunged inside him with enough force to send him onto the balls of his feet. Pain twisted around pleasure and grew heavy inside him. “Because when it’s over—” Az buried his fingers in Madigan’s throat, presumably to shut him up, and cried out when Madi clamped down.
Seconds later, Az ripped the condom off, unloading in hot streaks all over Madigan’s back.
Madigan gave him a brief reprieve before he manhandled the fucker to the floor and pinned Azrael’s biceps with his knees. Az’s mouth was slack, his eyes hazy with the after-effects of his orgasm, though they darkened and got sharper when Madigan guided his cock between his slick lips. He closed his eyes, savoring the flicks of Az’s tongue over his swollen head and the notch beneath, sighing when Az closed his mouth around him and sucked, fingertips digging into the backs of Madi’s calves. “I think this is the best use of your mouth,” he said, bracing his palms on the carpet above Azrael’s head for leverage as he glided deeper into the soaking heat of Az’s throat. Az sputtered and choked but didn’t lodge a complaint.
Getting close to losing it, Madigan pulled out and started to roll Az onto his stomach when Az tugged his arm free and caught Madi by the roots of hair at the nape of his neck. Their lips met in a breathless clash.