Play Dirty (Wages of Sin #2) - Neve Wilder Page 0,3

thrust his cock against him. Madigan found his opening a second later when Akil’s grip on his arms slackened. He took advantage, surging up and hooking his calves behind Akil’s knees. Akil chuckled as the air left his lungs in a whoosh.

They wrestled until they were breathless, filling the room with the sounds of their pants and moans as they grappled. Despite the recklessness of their movements, Madigan noted Akil was careful not to grab him by the throat again. He rolled Madigan onto his stomach, pinned his arms behind his back, and licked a fiery stripe up Madigan’s spine that had him humping the sheets.

Akil let loose with a guttural growl and slid his leaking cock up and down the crack of Madigan’s ass. “What do you think, American? Have I earned my stripes?” Madigan’s back arched with pleasure as Akil pushed wet fingers against his hole and inside.

“Not yet,” he managed and then let out a hoarse cry as Akil found his prostate and stroked it relentlessly.

By the time Akil yanked him back by the hips and buried his cock deep inside, Madigan was hungry for it. Hungry for Akil’s rough and bruising touch, hungry for the noises he made as he plundered Madigan’s ass like he had every right to it. Madigan pushed back against him, and the loud smack of skin against skin replaced the softer moans of earlier.

Akil let out a string of colorful curses when Madigan ripped free and flipped their positions, climbing on top of the other man and taking over. He secured Akil’s wrists to his chest and pinned them with one hand while sliding back down on his cock and stroking his own with the other. He rode Akil hard and without a shred of restraint for the cries falling from his lips or his punishing pace as sparks of pleasure grew into a larger bonfire.

Akil wrenched free of his grip and clutched Madigan’s asscheeks, pulling them wide and making Madi burn hotter as he thrust wildly inside him. Akil came on a rumbling moan, and Madigan followed seconds later, still high on the pulse of Akil’s cock inside him as he unleashed in thick spurts all over the other man’s chest.

Madigan’s heart thundered, chest heaving, as he slid free of Akil and collapsed next to him. The covers were a choppy sea of white on the carpet below them, and there was a single pillow left on the mattress, which Madigan grabbed and thrust behind his head. Akil combed his fingers through the mess on his chest, lips quirking as he turned toward Madigan and sucked them clean. “Sexy,” Madi murmured drowsily. Despite feeling like he’d run a goddamn marathon, he wanted to do it all over again. And soon.

After a gauging glance, he reached between Akil’s legs and removed the condom, knotting it before tossing it on the bedside table and sprawling again. “Where in Pakistan are you from?”

He caught the flash of surprise before Akil schooled his expression and trailed the tip of his finger from the corner of Madigan’s eye to his jaw, again careful to avoid his throat. “You’re good.”

“Mmm.” Madigan flashed a leonine smile. “I’ve seen lots of Asia and the Middle East. Army, remember?”

“Karachi. My family is still there.” Akil rolled onto his back and smoothed a hand over the sheen of sweat on his chest. “Where is home for you?”

“Michigan.” Madigan fed him the lie smoothly.

“Ahhh. Wolverine State.” Akil lolled his head toward Madigan, a dark gleam in his eye. “I thought I detected a bit of predator in you.” Madigan’s gaze sharpened warily, but the smile the other man displayed was guileless. “You are direct, is all I mean, Smith.” Akil skimmed a touch down the length of Madigan’s arm.“Would you like me to go?”

Rolling onto his side, Madigan propped up on an elbow and drew his finger slowly along the inside of Akil’s thigh, watching the dark hairs stiffen. He caressed Akil’s sac, then stroked lightly up his soft cock. “I’m not done with you yet. Fifteen minutes, then I’m going to fuck you until you lapse into another language again. ”

“The American ego never gets old. It’s a good thing you’re so attractive,” Akil teased.

Twenty minutes later, Madigan had his cock buried in Akil’s ass, his knees pushed tight against his chest, and when that sharp string of foreign syllables spilled from his lips, their eyes caught for one bright second, and Madigan could tell Akil was fighting back laughter