Play Dirty (Wages of Sin #2) - Neve Wilder Page 0,30

fuck out,” he bit out.

Azrael cradled the back of Madigan’s neck, their faces hovering inches apart. Water dappled his cheeks, and there was an alluring wet sheen to his lips. The darkness of his eyes was as disorienting to Madigan as being shoved into the pool.

“You can’t concentrate.” Az smiled as he slid his hand down Madigan’s spine to clutch his asscheek, then pulled Madigan’s hand to his cock. “You’re all worked up.” Madigan started to protest that observation but hissed out instead as Az licked the side of his neck and sucked his pulse point until he felt the sting of blood rising to the surface. “Let me put you out of your misery.” Az wedged a finger between Madigan’s cheeks and glided over his hole.

“Permanently or temporarily?”

Az chuckled softly and crooned something in that Madigan didn’t fully catch. He didn’t need to, though. He got the gist.

Madigan let Azrael hoist him onto the edge of the pool then spread his thighs and suck his cock into his mouth. Crying out in frustration and pleasure, he arched into the slick warmth, unable to resist a few thrusts before he curled forward. “Get up here,” he growled, grabbing Az’s waistband and helping yank him out of the water onto the deck.

They wrestled Az’s soaked jeans off, and Az pushed Madi onto his back and straddled him. Reaching behind himself, he trapped Madi’s cock between the furrow of his cheeks with the flat of his palm, gliding up and down until Madigan thought he’d go out of his mind with the intensity of the friction and the pleasure shuddering through him.

“Do you need me to repeat what I said in the club? I will.” Azrael groaned, hips jerking, as Madigan rested one hand on the top of his thigh and fisted his cock with the other, teasing over Az’s thick crown.

Madigan shook his head. He didn’t need to hear it again. He hadn’t wanted to hear those kinds of words from Az in the first place. They were insidious, seeping beneath his skin and rushing hot through his bloodstream, reminding him how close he’d been to pulling the trigger earlier when Azrael was on the roof, how taut every muscle in his body had been and how every breath he’d drawn had been shallow and insufficient until Az was back on his side of the fence.

“Do you want to be inside me?”

“Fuck yes,” Madigan ground out hoarsely.

Az caressed his hand from Madigan’s abdomen to the top of his sternum and paused there, their gazes locking. Then he gripped Madigan’s throat. The touch was firm pressure and warmth, and a familiar hint of imminent danger tried to fire panic through Madigan’s synapses. His hand flew up to grip Az’s forearm even as Az leaned down and captured Madigan’s lips. The panic subsided with the warmth of Az’s kiss, and his grip on the other man’s wrist eased.

Then Madigan finally let go.

Az swept his thumb in a gentle caress along Madigan’s throat and kept him pinned like that as he slicked Madigan’s cock with spit. The stone deck bit into Madigan’s shoulder blades, a cool counterpoint to the heat that enveloped his cock as Az sank down on him.

Lights danced at the edge of Madigan’s vision every time Az squeezed and relaxed his hand around his throat, a breathless dizziness spiraling through him and mingling with the sharp pleasure of sliding in and out of the inferno that was Az. The tempo was sultry and slow, Madigan cupping a hand to the nape of Az’s neck to keep him close, keep him pressing kisses along his jaw and gliding his tongue along Madigan’s. Madigan felt all of it: the warmth and wetness of Az’s tongue, the varying pressure of his fingertips on Madigan’s throat and hips in a touch that was both possessive and soothing at once, the surge and ebb of heat around his cock when Az clenched and released around him.

Az had been right. They should’ve been doing this the entire time. Madigan had wasted opportunity out of stubborn pride when this was what he’d wanted—needed—all along.

“You’re close.” Az’s breath spilled hot across his chin and lips. It was a rhetorical question. Az knew Madigan’s body through and through. “Make me come with you.”

Snaking a hand between their bodies, Madigan strengthened his grip on the back of Az’s neck as he wrapped his hand around his cock, keeping the action tightly focused on his tip as Az began thrusting into his