Page 62 of Play Dirty
Madigan stepped through the stairwell door Az held open for him and caught Az’s wrist in passing, spinning around to pull him in close.
The door slammed shut behind them with an echo as Madigan’s lips moved up the column of Azrael’s throat until he reached his mouth where he bit and licked the lingering sweetness of the cut-up fruit Az had been nibbling on earlier.
Az tipped his head to one side. “You are happy about the plane tickets, then?” he managed, then groaned as Madigan slid a hand down the back of his pants before answering his own question. “Yes, you’re happy about the plane tickets.” He arched into the insistent roll of Madigan’s hips, their cocks gliding against each other. “Fuck.Right here?”
“Right here, sweetheart,” Madigan echoed in a low growl, dick throbbing as he spun Az around. “Can’t wait.” Having been constantly in the company of Azrael, obsessively hovering over him as he healed from the gunshot, had only been more confirmation that Madigan was gone for this man.
“Take it,” Az whispered. He unfastened his pants, reached behind himself, and pushed down his waistband, exposing his ass to Madigan.
Madigan wet his fingers and trailed them over the firm warmth of Az’s skin, tracing the swell of each asscheek before pushing them inside. He made quick work of opening Az up while he moaned and fucked himself on Madigan’s fingers, driving him crazy.
“Tell me you want what I’m about to give you.”
Az clenched around Madigan’s invasion, sending an electric jolt through his balls. “I want it,motek. There’s nothing more I want in this world than you.”
Madigan’s stomach buzzed with the warmth of Az’s naked confession. He’d become a sucker for them, loved teasing them out of Azrael, even if it meant he was given the same treatment in return, tortured mercilessly with the promise of pleasure until he gave in and spewed words and praise he’d never made to another in his life. He’d begged for Az’s cock more than once.
To their left, a full-length window looked down onto the street below where people hurried down the sidewalks to their destinations. Madigan glanced at them before ducking his chin and spitting into Az’s crack a couple of times, removing his fingers from that tight passage long enough to spread his saliva around and slick Az up. “Even when I give it to you dirty like this, pressed against the wall in a parking garage, with my spit all over your hole?”
“Especially when you give it to me dirty,” Az purred, rubbing his ass against Madigan so insistently that his eyes damn near rolled back in his head at the friction.
They both exhaled sharp gasps when Madigan lined himself up and pushed slowly and steadily inside, one hand holding Az open until he was fully seated. Then he wrapped his arms around Az, pausing for a moment to feel the rapid beat of his heart against Az’s back, the throb of his cock inside the gripping heat of his ass, and Az’s rapid breath and soft grunts as Madigan pressed deeper and clamped down on a tendon in Az’s shoulder, making him cry out.
Pleasure simmered through him, building rapidly to a boiling point with every forceful, deep thrust inside of Azrael. Madigan released his waist and coasted his hands up Az’s sides, along the length of his arms to his hands braced on the wall. Lacing their fingers, he picked up speed and released one hand to dive into Az’s pants, bringing out his cock and stroking it in time with his thrusts.
In minutes, Azrael was crying out as he spilled his seed all over Madigan’s fist. Madigan followed seconds later, burying a shout against Azrael’s shoulder blade as his orgasm tore through him and left him pulsing his release inside Az.
Madigan slumped against Az, who turned his face and let his cheek rest against the cinderblock wall bearing both of their weight as they came down. He stroked Az’s abdomen, then lower to his balls, lightly over his shaft, and tucked him gently away while still deep inside him. Kissing the nape of Az’s neck, he brought his fingers to his lips and sucked them clean of Az’s taste before easing out of him and tracing a finger gently around his rim. Then tugged Az’s pants back up. “I like that you’re going into this party full of my cum.”
Az twisted around to kiss him. “You’re territorial that way, yes.” He smiled when Madigan’s brows flickered together, uncertain whether that was a compliment or complaint. Once again, Az anticipated him. “I enjoy that about you. Come on. We’ll be late.”
Madigan fixed his clothing, and the two of them descended the rest of the stairs and exited onto the sidewalk.
Across the street, Wired was decked out for the holidays. Even the staff entrance at the back of the building featured a wreath. Levi, the original Red Queen’s widow and owner of Wired along with a heap of other clubs, opened the door before Madigan could reach for the handle.
With a wide grin, he wrapped Madigan in a tight hug, always the touchy feely half of the couple. Madigan returned it warmly before Levi stepped away, his gaze moving to Az next. “I’ve heard much about you but never expected to meet you in person. At least, not in any capacity I’d want to.” He winked and extended his hand.
“I’ve been instructed to be on my best behavior.” Az took his hand and shook it.
“There’s no such thing with him,” Madigan said.
“Much to your delight, I’m sure.” Levi gestured them inside before leading them down a dim hallway covered in Christmas bunting and oversized holiday lights to one of the club’s private rooms where a long table was set. Pine garland and red candles nestled among the greenery scented the air pleasantly.
A glance around the room revealed a table filled with gifts, another table featuring appetizers, a punch bowl, and then a final table with ice buckets of champagne on top. Madigan strolled toward the gift table with the two wrapped presents they’d brought with them.
“I wasn’t expecting something so…cozy,” Azrael murmured from behind him.
“No shit.” Madigan deposited the gifts on the table. “Trust me, if the planning had been left to me, Jonah, or Sadie, it would’ve looked primitive by comparison.”
“I don’t doubt it.”
Madigan shot him a glare. “I think you’re supposed to counter argue there. Isn’t that what couples do? Support each other and lie to them when necessary? Did you learn nothing about communication during our last session with Eastman?”
He tried and failed to maintain his stern expression when Az caressed his jaw and then drew him closer, lips moving along his cheek until they reached his ear. “Was that not love, appreciation, and support I was communicating moments ago when you were fucking me into that cinderblock wall, hmm?” The nip to Madigan’s earlobe traveled straight to his cock. “At some point, you’ll realize I hardly care what my surroundings are like as long as you’re within sight.”
Madigan slid his hand up the length of Azrael’s torso, splaying his hand over the man’s heart to feel its steady beat. “Maybe I’ve already realized it and just like to hear you say these things.”
Azrael’s smile said he was well aware.