Page 14 of Play Dirty

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The villa was a fucking oasis,especially after spending hours in the stifling heat of an abandoned attic. Az intended to enjoy the luxury. After all, he’d paid for it. Madi clearly didn’t feel the same. He prowled around the place like a caged panther, muttering under his breath, unwilling to admit that though the place was small, it was spectacular.

Az didn’t require luxury to survive, but he splurged when he could, and this villa was not only a splurge but also a necessity. While it had hardwood floors, a gourmet kitchen, and a bathroom bigger than most of the hotel rooms they’d shared, it also boasted a top-notch security system and some much needed privacy. Madi seemed upset that there was only one bedroom, but to be fair, when Az had asked to book the place, he hadn’t factored in Madi laying down his ridiculous ground rule.

Not that Az believed for a second Madi would stick to it.

In the bedroom, Az stripped off his sweaty clothes before striding naked through the house. Madi grimaced as he passed, pushing a button on the wall. The floor to ceiling living room windows began to retract, disappearing into the walls so there was no barrier between the interior and exterior. Az strode out onto the dark stained deck to the sparkling crystal blue waters of the lap pool. The patio sat surrounded on three sides by a twenty-foot wall of indigenous flowers and bright green vegetation, hiding the concrete beneath. This villa was Az’s idea of heaven, if heaven was fortified with bulletproof glass and a panic room.

Az dove into the pool, the water a cool balm against his overheated skin. He sliced through the surface in ten powerful strokes before pulling himself out and sprawling naked on a padded white lounge chair. He splayed his legs wide, soft cock resting against his thigh, limbs hanging off either side, the balls of his feet warm from the wooden deck. He closed his eyes, enjoying the sun on his skin, listening as Madi continued to stalk the place, smiling to himself as he heard the faucet kick on in the kitchen. There were only so many places Madi could go, and most of them overlooked the pool.

Az put one arm behind his head before taking himself in hand, lazily stroking as he imagined Madi watching. He worked his cock until it was thick and throbbing, his hips rocking up into his still wet fist. This wasn’t quite how he’d imagined spending his time in the villa with Madi. He’d much rather have been fucking into the tight slick channel of Madi’s ass or even gripping his hair as he fucked into his convulsing throat. But Az would be lying if he said having the heavy weight of Madi’s gaze on him wasn’t doing it for him. He rather liked the idea of putting on a show for the grumpy fuck.

Did Madi like watching? Were his eyes glued to Az’s hand as he twisted his tightened fist up his shaft, swiping his thumb over his crown? Was he caught up in the way Az tilted his head back in pleasure, biting his bottom lip as his chest rose and fell rapidly, his ab muscles clenched as he worked himself to completion? Was he wishing he could touch him? Fuck him? Slide his fingers inside as Az touched himself?

Just imagining Madi’s 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.

Ithadbeen 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.

“You will chop.” Az tossed a few bunches of herbs, a pepper, and an onion onto the kitchen island before turning back to the other groceries. “Canyou chop, or do your skills with a knife only apply to flesh and bone? Sometimes, my clothing.”

Madigan grinned. So, he was unsettled after all. But, likely, it was only Az’s ego taking the hit rather than anything deeper. Madigan pulled three knives from the butcher block and waited until Az glanced over before tossing one in the air, then the other. He juggled them slowly and caught Az’s reluctant smile at the edge of his vision. Az was quick to tilt his head as Madigan sent the first knife whizzing just past him to gouge into the far wall. He skirted to the left for the next one, and pulled his hand away, darting to one side just as Madigan sent the third slicing through the air and crashing into the butcher block counter. “I’ve always wondered if you danced as well as you fucked.” Madigan winked, and Az shook his head.

“Are you done with your performance?”

“For now.” Madigan crossed to the wall and pulled the knife free, then gathered the other two.

“Mine was better.”

“Lasted longer, I’ll grant you that. You going to tell me what we’re making yet?”

“Souvlaki. Not so difficult. Even you will be able to keep up.”