Page 28 of Play Dirty
“Feel better?” Madigan cocked a brow.
“No,” Az admitted, nostrils flaring. He needed Madigan to fight back. But he didn’t. He wouldn’t. Instead, he began to undress, and it shook Az to his core. “What are you doing?”
Madi didn’t answer him, just continued to undress until he stood naked. When he closed the distance between them, Az should have moved, but he was frozen by the sight of Madi stripped bare before him. He was so beautiful that it took a whole minute before he realized Madi was searching Az’s pockets. “I know it’s here somewh—Aha,” he said, pulling Az’s knife free of his pocket like a magician freeing a rabbit from a hat.
“You’re not ruining this suit,” was all Az could think to mutter.
Madi opened the knife, the razor-sharp blade looking dull in the soft light of the hotel lamps. “It’s not for me.” He presented it to Az, then turned his back on him and went to lie face down on the bed.
This, Az could do. This was familiar. This they’d done many times before. He took his time getting undressed, letting his gaze roam over the slopes and angles of Madigan’s body, the broad shoulders and muscular back covered in tiny white scars, the dip of his back, the generous swell of his ass, his thick thighs dusted with hair.
Once Az was naked, he knelt between Madi’s legs, kissing his ankles, sliding his palms over his calves before separating his thighs. When he perched himself on top of Madi’s ass, he leaned forward, letting the knife blade dance along one shoulder blade. “I could kill you, you know,” Az murmured as he teased the knife’s blade up to the spot where Madi’s shoulder met his neck. “Slit your throat. Puncture your kidney. Stab you through the heart.”
“If you want me dead, then do it and get it over with,” Madi growled.
Az pressed his erection to the dark furrow of Madi’s ass, letting him feel how hard he was. “If I could kill you, I would, but, somehow, you would manage to take a piece of me with you.”
Madi’s silence twisted something in Az. He used the tip of his blade to slice a slanted line into Madi’s flesh, high above the others, groaning when Madi hissed, his ass clenching around Az’s cock. He leaned forward, dragging his tongue along the wound, and then gripped Madi by the jaw and twisted him around to plunge his tongue between his lips, letting him taste himself, before shoving his face back into the pillow.
“Maybe I’ll just mark you,” Az taunted. “Hmm? Carve my name into your skin so you can’t escape me either?”
“Az.”
His name sounded like a plea, but Az didn’t care. He made another cut, forming two of the three lines needed for an A.
Madi grunted in pain, his hips arching into Az’s in a way that shot sparks of pleasure along his nerve endings, forcing him to grind back down into Madi against his will. “Fucking do it. Brand me if you want to. I don’t fucking care. I just want you inside me first. Please, Az.”
It was Madi’spleasethat almost undid it all, but Az wanted him to suffer. “You want me inside you,motek?” Az asked, then cursed himself for using the term of endearment.
But, instead of angering him, Madi sighed, his hips rocking up as he rubbed himself against Az. “Say it again.”
Warmth spread throughout Az’s body at the rawness of Madi’s words. He grabbed the lube he’d left on the side table and placed it on the bed beside him, but he didn’t use it. Instead, he sank his teeth into Madi’s shoulder until he muttered a pained curse. When Az let go, he licked his tongue over the indentations. “Perhaps I should make you beg for it? I was once willing to beg. Are you?” Before Madi could answer, Az finished the third line of his A, once more tasting the copper tang of Madi’s blood on his tongue and savoring the taste until it disappeared before trailing his lips along Madi’s spine. Az tasted the sharp sweat pooled at Madi’s lower back, then spread him open and buried his face where his scent was the strongest.
Madi moaned, his hands fisting the sheets and his whole body tensing as Az teased his tongue over Madi’s entrance, forcing him open wider to push his tongue inside. He was so tight. Had Madi been with other men while they were apart? The thought was a burr under Az’s skin, but he did his best to ignore it. Madi was his now, at least for the night.
He pulled back enough to drag Madi’s hips up, giving him more access. To his surprise, Madi reached back, spreading himself open.
It wasn’t exactly begging, but it had Az leaking onto the comforter just the same. He grabbed Madi’s heavy cock, pulling it back between his thighs so he could lick him from crown to hole before sucking just the head and playing with his slit.
“Fuck me already,” Madi snarled.
Az chuckled despite himself, releasing Madi before grabbing him by the ankles and pulling him down onto his belly. Az quickly lubed up his cock and pressed it to Madi’s resistant hole, not even bothering to loosen him up. He grunted, pushing back on Az, who pulled back and tried again at a different angle, groaning as his cock sank into the soft heat of Madi’s tight passage. Az used his legs to force Madi’s apart, locking his feet around his ankles.
Once Madi’s body was nice and open for him, Az let himself go, driving into Madi’s body like he could somehow become a part of him, one hand wrapped around Madi’s throat and the other pinning his wrist to the mattress so Az could keep complete control. He needed some kind of semblance of control because being inside Madi after so long had him spiraling. “Is this what you need,motek? For me to punish you?”
Madi was silent, but his body spoke volumes. The way his hips rolled back to meet Az’s thrusts, like he couldn’t get him deep enough inside, the way he clutched at Az’s fingers, threading them together when his hand slipped from his wrist to his palm. Somehow, that was what broke Az, the way Madi clutched at him, turning his face so Az’s lips could trail along his cheek, his jaw, his lips. It was almost too much, like somebody had sucked all the air from the room, leaving them both dizzy and confused. They were so intertwined in each other, it was like the rest of the world ceased to exist. There was no part of each other that they had yet to explore, but this, the way Madi looked up at him, impossibly vulnerable as Az used him hard, driving into him with unrelenting strokes…it felt more intimate than anything Az had ever experienced in his life.
Az had sort of felt that way the night by the pool when he’d let Madi come inside him with no barriers between them. That coupling had been raw, almost animalistic in the way they’d needed each other to get off, but this felt heavier, so much more weighted than any quick hookup or their inability to refuse each other. This felt like their bodies were making some kind of commitment their mouths weren’t ready for, and he loved and hated it in equal measure.
Az pulled out, flipping Madi over and catching his knees with his elbows before driving back into him. He crashed their lips together, Az’s tongue fucking into Madi’s mouth in time with his thrusts, Madi’s body clenching each time Az glanced his prostate. When Az got up on his knees, dragging Madi even closer, he held his legs open for Az, and it was the single hottest thing he’d ever seen in his life.
Az gripped Madi’s neglected cock in his fist, using the thumb of his other hand to tease just behind his balls, earning a hoarse cry from Madi. Az smiled, even though he could already feel his orgasm building, the heat pooling in his abdomen, the sparks of pleasure spiking along his spine. He drove his hips forward harder and faster as he teased Madi into coming with him.
Madi was close, head tilted back, lips parted, panting each time Az swept his thumb along the head of his cock or fucked into him just right. Az jerked him hard and fast, knowing Madi wanted it just that side of painful, using nothing but sweat and precum to drag his release from him until Madi finally let go with a string of curses falling from his lips.
Only when Madi batted his hand away did Az stop working him. He put his hands on Madi’s inner thighs as he fucked into his slick heat once, twice, and then he was coming. His whole body clenched on a full body shiver as he emptied himself inside Madi before collapsing on top of him.
For the first time ever, Madi didn’t attempt to shove Az off of him or make an excuse to get up. He just laid there, threading his fingers through Az’s sweaty locks as they both attempted to catch their breath. When Az’s softening cock slipped free of Madi, Az rolled off, but only to rest his head on Madi’s chest where he could listen to the other man’s still-racing heart.