Play Dirty (Wages of Sin #2) - Neve Wilder Page 0,21
gaze on him was enough. He jerked himself faster, the now dry catch of skin on skin making each tug just painful enough to send warmth pooling in his belly, his balls drawing up tight to his body, his hips slamming upward with more intention until he gave a hoarse shout, his cum painting over his belly, chest, and chin as he milked every last drop from his spent cock.
Az laid there, enjoying the tiny pulses of pleasure that rippled along his nerve endings. When he finally opened his eyes, he saw Madi leaning against the kitchen counter, a glass of water forgotten in his hand as he stared at Az, his jaw clenched, his other hand fisted at his side.
As Az slid his thumb over the drop of cum on his chin, sucking it into his mouth, Madi set the glass of water on the counter and turned away before stalking angrily back towards the bedroom.
Grinning, Az stood, stretching his limbs overhead before walking to the outdoor shower and washing away the evidence of his performance. As he entered the house, he heard the water running in the bathroom. Maybe Madi was taking care of his own hard-on? Az sighed. As much as he’d like to watch, he was certain Madi would just be even more surly than he already seemed. Oh, well. Madi might be stubborn, but Azrael had the patience of a saint. He was willing to wager Madigan would give in to his baser instincts long before Az ran out of patience.
6
Madigan
Concealed from view by a curtain, Madigan stood at the window that overlooked the villa’s front door, gun trained on a slender guy placing bags on the front stoop. He glanced briefly over as Azrael appeared in the entryway from the kitchen and moved silently through the living room to stand behind Madigan, chest brushing his back as he peered out the window and chuckled softly. “I ordered groceries, motek.”
Madigan gritted his teeth and lowered the gun. “That many?”
“We’ll need to eat, won’t we? Or are you fueled solely by paranoia and orgasms? Considering your ground rules, you might need actual sustenance to make up for the loss of the latter.”
So, this was how it was going to be: Az testing his limits at every turn. Madigan flicked the safety on the gun and let it rest at his side as he bumped his ass back against Az. He could play this game, too. “Actually, I had a nice orgasm in the shower. Should hold me for at least the next twenty-four hours.”
“Oh? You found my poolside performance inspiring?” Az’s tone was smug as he feathered a light touch over Madi’s hip, then anchored his fingers there.
It had been very inspiring. Az had known exactly which of Madigan’s buttons to push, and it’d been damn near impossible for him to resist walking outside, finishing the job himself, then pulling Az’s mouth onto his cock and fucking his throat.
Instead, he’d drunk a glass of water that hadn’t done a damn thing to satiate his thirst. “It was a good appetizer,” he agreed mildly, brushing aside the buzz of arousal that stirred. “But for the main event, I needed a little more. Thought about an encounter I had the night before you arrived. A man visiting from Greece. Very eager to please.” Madigan smiled for Az’s sudden stillness and lack of a quick retort, then stepped away and turned around. “What’s for dinner, then?”
Az stared at him for a long moment, then blinked away and went to the front door, opening it and retrieving the groceries. “You’ll see.”
Madigan picked up a couple of the bags and followed Az into the kitchen with them. They unpacked the groceries in a silence Madigan couldn’t quite read, though he got a sliver of pleasure out of the thickness of it. It was a different sort of silence. Heavier, he thought, because they were in uncharted territory. They’d never spoken of other lovers. No need to. No obligation to each other. Madigan had always assumed Az had them. He assumed Az thought the same of him. But Azrael’s uncharacteristic lack of banter was interesting. Was he…jealous? For a moment, Madigan considered confessing the lie. There’d been a clear interest from the Greek, but Madigan hadn’t taken him up on it. He’d gone back to the hotel room and come onto his chest alone, and he’d refused to think too long about why that was.