Page 20 of Play Dirty
“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 fist.
Feeling Az’s ass squeeze him tighter as he came apart triggered Madigan’s orgasm seconds later. Pleasure coiled in his balls and erupted all at once when Az let out a cry as heat jetted over Madigan’s stomach. He milked Az’s cock, forcing him to ride out the orgasm to its very tail end, until they both shuddered with sensitive nerve endings.
Az lifted his hand from Madigan’s neck and cupped his jaw, pressing one last kiss to his lips before he rolled off to one side.
Madigan sucked in a deep breath at the sudden lightness that came with the loss of Az’s weight on top of him. He rolled his head to one side and shook it at the tiny curl of a smile on Az’s mouth. “Don’t say it.”
“You don’t know what I was going to say.” Az smirked.
“Yes, I do. You won’t miss a chance to rub my obstinacy in my face.” Madigan took the hand Az extended as he rolled upright and didn’t resist when Az pulled him close.
“Actually, I was going to tell you to come to bed with me. Big day tomorrow. You don’t need a knot in your neck from the couch distracting you.”
“Well, when you put it logically like that…” Madigan smirked and let Az lead the way to the bedroom.
* * *
“Let’s go over it again.”Madigan poured himself more coffee then dropped into one of the kitchen chairs, kicking his feet up on the table and quirking a smile when Az frowned at him.
“Is that really necessary?”
“My feet or revisiting the plan? The answer to both is yes.” Madi sipped from his mug. “This is me relaxed. That’s what you were angling for, yeah?”
Az turned away for a coffee refill, but Madi caught the edge of his smile. Maybe Az had needed that fuck, too. Regardless, Madigan had slept better last night than he had in a week. He’d take the reprieve. His neck didn’t hurt either, which was another bonus. And, on top of it, Madigan had woken up to Az sucking his cock.
Coffee in hand, Az approached the table, shoving Madigan’s feet off the surface and throwing him off balance so that he had to catch the edge of the table to stay upright.
Az sat down next to him. “I’ll be in the restaurant already, at a table alone. You will have eyes on both me and the private room where DiMarco and Bennington will be meeting. You’ll handle the private room. I’ll watch the front and intercept anyone I need to or clean up as needed. We’ll meet up with your guy, Soren, and handle the warehouse where the women are being kept.”
It was a simple plan, and Madigan had no reason not to expect it to go as smoothly as ninety-seven percent of his other kills. What they hadn’t discussed was what came after. Madigan’s mind whirled with questions of opportunity. When they might be able to work together again or whether they’d just go back to their usual games. Superstition made him leery of broaching the subject, though. They could discuss it after they finished this mission and their bank accounts were newly flushed with cash. Maybe he’d take some time off, let some of the other mercs tackle the lesser names on the list.
“So, you were actually listening,” Madigan said drolly.
“I was intrigued by noises coming from you that resembled human speech rather than just grunts and groans.” Az arched a brow and shoved Madigan’s foot when he tried to lift it onto the table again. He tempered a smile. “You’d be surprised what I hear from you,motek. Even when you’re not speaking.”
* * *
The anglefrom the rooftop of the building next door to the restaurant wasn’t optimal, but it wasn’t the worst Madigan had dealt with. Precision wasn’t as important on this job as it was for some of his other ones for private clients, and with a public venue like this, chaos was bound to erupt regardless, so Madigan had chosen a smaller rifle, easier to grab and go when it was time.
He swung the scope from the private room at the back of the restaurant where some of DiMarco’s men had already posted to the main floor of the restaurant. He could just barely glimpse the top of Az’s head where he’d been seated at a small two-top. Again, not optimal, but Az was armed with both chemicals and firepower, and after his performance surveilling the warehouse, Madigan thought he’d handle himself just fine, even if the hallway between the private room and the main dining area where Az planned to intercept Bennington proved to be a major blindspot. They’d known that going in, and the chaos of the restaurant’s occupants, once they heard gunfire, would actually be beneficial in providing Az cover if necessary.
“Anything out front?” Az asked through the com.