Play Dirty (Wages of Sin #2) - Neve Wilder Page 0,85

a red eye after Christmas dinner. Soren, freshly returned from overseeing phase two of their operation to dismantle Bennington’s enterprises, had lined up a new job. And when it came down to it, Madigan just wanted to be where Az was.

He pulled into the parking garage across from Wired and parked, picking up the tickets and studying them with a half-smile a moment before he turned the car off and twisted in his seat to face Azrael. “Alright. Tonight, then.”

“Good. I’ve already got our suitcases packed back at the apartment.” Az grinned and slid from the car as Madigan accused him of being a presumptuous bastard.

Madigan stepped through the stairwell door Az held open for him and caught Az’s wrist in passing, spinning around to pull him in close.

The door slammed shut behind them with an echo as Madigan’s lips moved up the column of Azrael’s throat until he reached his mouth where he bit and licked the lingering sweetness of the cut-up fruit Az had been nibbling on earlier.

Az tipped his head to one side. “You are happy about the plane tickets, then?” he managed, then groaned as Madigan slid a hand down the back of his pants before answering his own question. “Yes, you’re happy about the plane tickets.” He arched into the insistent roll of Madigan’s hips, their cocks gliding against each other. “Fuck. Right here?”

“Right here, sweetheart,” Madigan echoed in a low growl, dick throbbing as he spun Az around. “Can’t wait.” Having been constantly in the company of Azrael, obsessively hovering over him as he healed from the gunshot, had only been more confirmation that Madigan was gone for this man.

“Take it,” Az whispered. He unfastened his pants, reached behind himself, and pushed down his waistband, exposing his ass to Madigan.

Madigan wet his fingers and trailed them over the firm warmth of Az’s skin, tracing the swell of each asscheek before pushing them inside. He made quick work of opening Az up while he moaned and fucked himself on Madigan’s fingers, driving him crazy.

“Tell me you want what I’m about to give you.”

Az clenched around Madigan’s invasion, sending an electric jolt through his balls. “I want it, motek. There’s nothing more I want in this world than you.”

Madigan’s stomach buzzed with the warmth of Az’s naked confession. He’d become a sucker for them, loved teasing them out of Azrael, even if it meant he was given the same treatment in return, tortured mercilessly with the promise of pleasure until he gave in and spewed words and praise he’d never made to another in his life. He’d begged for Az’s cock more than once.

To their left, a full-length window looked down onto the street below where people hurried down the sidewalks to their destinations. Madigan glanced at them before ducking his chin and spitting into Az’s crack a couple of times, removing his fingers from that tight passage long enough to spread his saliva around and slick Az up. “Even when I give it to you dirty like this, pressed against the wall in a parking garage, with my spit all over your hole?”

“Especially when you give it to me dirty,” Az purred, rubbing his ass against Madigan so insistently that his eyes damn near rolled back in his head at the friction.

They both exhaled sharp gasps when Madigan lined himself up and pushed slowly and steadily inside, one hand holding Az open until he was fully seated. Then he wrapped his arms around Az, pausing for a moment to feel the rapid beat of his heart against Az’s back, the throb of his cock inside the gripping heat of his ass, and Az’s rapid breath and soft grunts as Madigan pressed deeper and clamped down on a tendon in Az’s shoulder, making him cry out.

Pleasure simmered through him, building rapidly to a boiling point with every forceful, deep thrust inside of Azrael. Madigan released his waist and coasted his hands up Az’s sides, along the length of his arms to his hands braced on the wall. Lacing their fingers, he picked up speed and released one hand to dive into Az’s pants, bringing out his cock and stroking it in time with his thrusts.

In minutes, Azrael was crying out as he spilled his seed all over Madigan’s fist. Madigan followed seconds later, burying a shout against Azrael’s shoulder blade as his orgasm tore through him and left him pulsing his release inside Az.

Madigan slumped against Az, who turned his face and let his cheek rest