Play Dirty (Wages of Sin #2) - Neve Wilder Page 0,58

them.

He let himself be pushed back in the chair, let Az work the waistband of the sleep pants he’d found earlier lower, let Az curl over the chair and suck one testicle into his mouth, then the other, tongue whirling expertly over the sensitive skin until Madigan gritted his teeth at the pleasure and dug his nails into the leather arms of the chair. He arched his hips with a growl when Az rubbed his lips over his semi-hard cock, tongued his slit, then swallowed him, the suction so intense Madigan hissed even as he grew hard on Azrael’s tongue.

Burying his fingers in Az’s dark strands, he clutched the back of his neck and fucked his mouth until he was dripping, then pushed Az away. “Go stand in front of the window.”

Az gave a slow glance over his shoulder at the window, now blackened by night, then back to Madigan, his gaze appraising as it moved over his face. Whatever he read there had him rising to his feet and prowling languidly toward the window.

Madigan dropped a hand to his own cock and gave it a couple of strokes as he eyed Az’s muscular ass. “Keep your back turned and prep yourself for me.”

Azrael turned another one of those gauging looks over his shoulder, dark eyes flickering intently over Madigan.

They played against death regularly. Death wasn’t a threat between them, it was a simple inevitability, Madigan figured. But being vulnerable and exposed? That was something entirely different. Right now? That was what he wanted from Azrael to even the score between them.

Az held Madigan’s gaze as he slipped two fingers into his mouth, turning away only to spread himself with one hand while he slid his wet fingers along the crevice of his ass, circling, tracing, and teasing his hole. Madigan grew harder and gave in, stroking his cock in earnest when Az slid the first finger inside.

Az let out a sultry moan and planted one hand against the windowpane as he slid the second finger inside and fucked himself slowly, working his fingers in and out and stretching his hole with every pass. “This is what you wanted?” he rasped, voice tight.

Madigan’s answer was to rise and pad closer, his hard dick leaking onto his palm with his lazy strokes. When he was close enough, he reached out, pushing a finger in alongside Azrael’s.

Az let out a slow breath that broke on a curse, hips easing back and urging Madigan’s finger deeper as Madigan wrapped his hand around Az’s and took over the pace, shifting the tempo from a focused exploration to a forceful hammer. Az cursed again as Madigan pegged his prostate over and over. His dick glazed Az’s asscheek with precum and Madigan caught sight of a puddle forming underneath his spread legs.

“Give it to me, Madigan, or is your intent to deny me until I’m fucking crazy?”

Madigan pulled his finger from Az, shoved his waistband lower, and painted the head of his cock over Az’s entrance, drawing back a scant inch when Az moaned and pressed against him. “No lube. It’ll burn.”

“I’ve been burning since I met you.”

Madigan grunted, wet his thumb, and pressed it inside Az, holding him open as he spit on Az’s hole and then pushed the head of his cock inside, too. A shudder coursed over him as pleasure rang through every muscle and tightened them.

Az groaned for the dual invasion and splayed his hand wider on the window, the heat of his palm streaking and squeaking against the glass as Madigan braced a possessive hand low on Az’s back and drilled into him.

He moved slowly at first, drawn against his wishes to the graceful curve of Azrael’s spine, how he swayed in perfect synchrony to Madigan’s movements, not fighting or resisting, but letting the punch of Madigan’s hips roll through his body like a tide. The muscles in Az’s back were pulled tight, those in the arms he used to brace himself against the window corded with tension, and as Madigan moved inside the perfect heat and grip of the other man, he could feel himself giving in.

He wouldn’t be able to hate Azrael. No matter how much he wanted to. Because there was another feeling that firmly supplanted his best intentions, the one that niggled at the back of his mind when he stared down at the vulnerable curve of Az’s neck, that whispered in his ear as he pulled out of the man and slammed back in harder. The