Page 2 of Play Dirty
Once they reached his door, Madigan unlocked it and gestured into the room. “Sit at the end of the bed.”
The man’s brow flickered up, but he did as Madigan asked, eyes fixed to his face as he removed his suit coat and laid it over the back of the room’s desk chair. He then unbuttoned his cuffs and rolled the sleeves up, and Madigan had no doubt this was a show for his benefit. He could appreciate that, too.
“What’s your name?”
“John.” The stranger’s eyes twinkled with humor as he sat on the end of the bed.
“That’s a funny coincidence,” Madigan mused with an equally wry smile. He imagined the man had a much more beautiful name. Something rich in tone that rolled off the tongue. In another time and place, he’d have pressed harder for it, just to know. But, in this instance, it didn’t matter. It wasn’t supposed to, so he didn’t let it.
“You’re John, too?”
Madigan leaned against the dresser, working open the buttons on his shirt. “How about we split the difference and you can call me Smith?”
“John and Smith,” the man echoed as Madigan slid the shirt from his shoulders and tossed it aside. “That sounds very boring. I’m reconsidering now. How about you call me Akil instead? I think I’ll like the sound of you screaming that more.”
Briefly, Madigan wondered if he’d given his real name, but that didn’t strike him as something the man would do. He’d been just as cautious as Madigan was. “Akil means intelligent.” He kicked off his shoes next, skin heating as Akil’s unrelenting gaze moved up and down his body. “Are you?”
“I like to think so. Take out your cock, Smith. I’d like very much to see it.” There was a teasing lilt on the end of the demand, one that curved Madigan’s smile higher as he strolled forward, stepping between Akil’s legs.
“Take it out yourself,” Madigan challenged. A few moments elapsed before Akil slid his hands up Madigan’s thighs and worked open his belt. He made an appreciative noise when Madigan’s cock popped free uninhibited as soon as he pulled the zipper down.
A warm thrill ran up Madi’s spine as Akil traced a finger along the length of his shaft and then slowly around the curvature of his glans, the touch so light it was hardly present, just enough to be absolutely maddening. Madigan resisted the urge to clutch the man’s hair and drive his cock down his throat, though he wasn’t sure why. He’d rarely hesitated with other hookups.
He let out a pleased groan when Akil finally gripped him tighter and gave him some short-lived friction that crackled up his spine, waking up every nerve ending in its path.
“Show me what you like,” Akil said, releasing him.
Madigan’s balls felt heavy and hot. He tugged them once, then grabbed his cock and stroked it the way he did when he was alone, his breath coming in soft bursts mixed with the occasional groan. He didn’t mind being watched. In fact, he liked the intent way Akil’s gaze moved over his face, concentration pulling his dark brows together. “Fuck, that’s it,” he whispered when Akil leaned forward, closing his lips around the head of Madigan’s cock. He kept his gaze locked steadily to Madigan’s as he leaned back a half inch and flicked his tongue over Madi’s tip. He was a tease, no doubt. Madigan liked teases, too.
Letting go of his cock in favor of sinking his fingers into Akil’s midnight-dark strands, Madigan urged him to swallow more of his dick with an insistent tug. Pleasure careened through him when Akil complied, and Madigan took advantage, urging him lower, thrusting his cock deeper into the wet heat of Akil’s mouth, a shudder running through his shoulders when the other man swallowed around him and then sucked noisily up one side of his shaft.
“Goddamn, you’re good at that.”
Akil reeled back with a surprisingly playful smile. “It’s my very first time, can you tell?”
“Like hell,” Madigan answered with a smirk and caught Akil by the jaw, squeezing until his lips popped open and he could slide inside that perfect wet heat again. He fucked his mouth in slow, deep strokes that made Akil’s eyes widen and water around his length. Madigan could’ve easily gotten off just like that—the man had a mouth as addictive as sin—but he wanted Akil’s ass, too, so he slowed down and stepped away long enough to reach into one of his suitcases and pull out a ribbon of condoms and lube, which he tossed on the bed before kneeling in front of Akil.
He unfastened Akil’s trousers, impatient to see what he was packing and wasn’t disappointed. Akil was long, not overly thick, but sleek like the rest of him. Madigan spared a quick upward glance, then spit on the head of Akil’s cock, letting the sheen run down the sides before he wrapped his fist around him and stroked. With his other hand, he worked the laces on Akil’s left shoe, removed it and the sock, then traded hands and did the same with his right. Next, came the pants and underwear. Madigan sucked one heavy testicle in his mouth and earned a sultry moan, but Akil resisted when Madigan tried to push him back on the bed.
“Let’s talk about that ass of yours.” Akil’s grin was as sharp as it was tempting.
Madigan made sure his matched. “It’s yours if you can take it. But only if you’ll accept the same terms.” Madigan was versatile, operated according to his mood, and this man made every cell in his body defiant.
“We’re bargaining?” Akil’s eyes danced, and Madigan straightened with a shrug.
“I don’t know that I’d call it bargaining so much as—” Madigan lost the rest as he was yanked onto the bed and shoved to his back. Akil pinned his biceps and thighs and came in for another heated kiss, catching Madi’s tongue between his teeth and pulling a deep groan from Madigan when he 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.