Page 48 of Play Dirty

“That never happened did it?” Madi asked, finding Az’s other hand so they were both resting on Madi’s stomach.

Az made a noise of confirmation. “It didn’t, no. The political climate in Pakistan was changing. My father decided he wanted to stay and insisted my mother come. But with the rise of the Taliban and the shrinking of women’s freedoms, my mother refused to be trapped in a culture she didn’t understand, that spoke a language she didn’t know. My mother started taking contract jobs that led us all over the world. My father gave up after a few months. She hated me, though, hated that I looked like him, spoke the languages he did. Even my interest in chemistry infuriated her.”

“Jesus.”

Az shrugged, even though Madi couldn’t see it. “When I was sixteen, I went to look for my father, certain he would give me the affection I sought. After all, I was his son, the spitting image of him. But he was furious. He had a new life, a new family. They knew nothing of me. Words were exchanged, threats were made. I lost my temper. As he lay dying, he uttered the word ‘Azrael.’ So, I kept it.”

“And your mother?” Madi asked.

“Cancer took her before I could. I like to think her anger and bitterness ate away at her until there was nothing left.”

Madi sat forward abruptly, water sloshing from the tub as he turned to face Az. “How can you trust anybody after growing up like that?”

Az huffed out a noise that wasn’t quite a laugh and shook his head. “I don’t trust anybody. I trust you.”

“But why?” Madi was adamant.

“Because you’ve never given me a reason not to.”

Madi’s kiss was unexpected, more an attack than a caress, but Az was grateful for it just the same. It reminded Az of their first kiss, that first fight for dominance. But the moment Az speared his tongue into Madi’s mouth, the fight seemed to leave him. He opened himself for Az, letting him control the kiss. It felt like…not an apology exactly, but a white flag, perhaps. A truce. Something to let Az know Madi was done fighting whatever this was between them.

Az shifted, his hands gripping Madi’s ass, pulling him into his lap so he could feel how badly Az wanted him. When he pulled from the kiss to bite his way along Madi’s throat, his head fell back, and Az sucked the droplets of water from his skin. Madigan’s hands clung to Az’s shoulders, rocking his hips gently against his erection. Fuck. Az loved the fight in Madi, the way he refused to relent, but this…this unexpected total submission had his cock throbbing, and all he wanted was to bury himself inside Madi once more. It had been too long.

“Get up,motek. Let’s not do this here.”

When they were both on their feet, Az led Madi to the sink. Standing, Az was just tall enough to hook his chin over Madi’s shoulder, watching their reflection in the mirror. But with Madi bent just so, feet splayed on the mat, Az could see everything. The way Madi’s tongue darted out to lick his bottom lip, the way his pupils were blown wide until his irises were almost black.

Az traced his tongue along the “A” he’d carved into Madi’s shoulder, then licked his way down Madi’s spine, catching the drops of water on his tongue, watching as the other man’s flesh erupted in goosebumps.

Az went to his knees, spreading Madi open, burying his face in Madi’s scent to massage his tongue against the tight ring of muscle. “Relax for me,motek, let me in,” Az murmured, finding Madi’s balls and rolling them in his hand.

“Fuck,” Madi muttered, spreading his feet wider.

Az pulled back to bite Madi’s ass cheek until he grunted, then licked over the marks, some primal part of him wanting to always see Madi like this, bent over and submissive and bearing the scars of their union. But, right now, he wanted him to relent, wanted to taste the heart of him. As Madi relaxed, Az pushed his tongue inside, fucking into Madi’s hole as he slowly jerked his cock.

“Enough,” Madi growled.

Az agreed. He stood, pressing a hand between Madi’s shoulder blades until his forearms rested on the cold countertop. Spying lotion on the counter, he decided it was better than nothing. This wasn’t about a punishment. Not this time. He wanted Madi to feel him tomorrow but not like that. Az wanted to be done with punishing each other. He slicked up his cock, lotion and precum making a mess of Madi’s hole. Perhaps he should work him open with his fingers first, but somehow, he knew that wasn’t what Madi wanted. It wasn’t what Az wanted either. They both groaned as Az breached that first tight ring of muscle. “Fuck, I missed being inside you,motek.”

“Me too,” Madi said, voice barely above a whisper. His hands were white-knuckled fists on the counter.

Once Az was fully seated within him, he met Madi’s eyes in the mirror, watched him swallow hard, his expression no longer guarded but vulnerable and open in a way that made Az crazy. He pulled almost all the way out just to watch the way Madi’s lips parted on a forced exhale when he slammed back in. Fucking Madi always did something to Az, something he didn’t have the vocabulary to explain. Watching Madi’s face as Az fucked into him was intoxicating like a drug. It made Az want to slow down time so he could savor every moan, every hiss, every muttered expletive as Madi let him use his body.

Madi wasn’t quite as patient. On Az’s third thrust, he began to fuck himself back on Az’s cock, his forehead creasing with frustration when Az forced him to be still.

“What’s wrong. You need more?”

Madi’s mutinous look had Az gripping him tighter, driving into him in a series of deep thrusts that brought Madi up onto his toes. His lips parted as he panted, his lids drooped to half-mast and his face slack with what Az imagined was the same exquisite feeling that shot through him each time he buried himself in Madi’s tight channel.

Az dragged Madi upright, bringing an arm across his chest and meeting his gaze in the mirror as he pounded into him. “This better? Is this what you needed?”

Madi moaned, letting his head fall back against Az’s shoulder, dragging his hand to Madi’s throat. The gesture was so unexpected, Az’s rhythm faltered. Madi’s pulse hammered beneath his thumb, and it felt like Madi was trying to show him something he might never be able to say. It was enough to have Az slowing his thrusts, afraid he would come too quickly.

Az bit down on Madi’s ear. “Touch yourself for me,motek. I want to watch you come on my cock.”

Madi slicked his fist with the lotion and wrapped it around his cock, his abs rolling with each pull of his hand. Az forced himself to match Madi’s hypnotic rhythm, driving into him on every upstroke until they were both soaked in sweat, the only sounds their panting breaths and the sound of skin slapping against skin.

Az could feel himself getting close, warmth spreading through his limbs, his balls drawing up tight against his body. “Come for me,jaanum.”