Page 31 of Rogue Royal
Douglas was silent, then sat upright once more, his forehead furrowed. “You’re right. I should stop complaining, shouldn’t I?”
“Life would be easier for me if you did,” Mav said the words whilst he was focusing on his tablet and didn’t think about the repercussions of his answer.
Douglas yanked the tablet from his hands, and his gaze flew to him, whose eyes flashed at him, accompanied by a half-smile. “Playtime.”
“We’ve not finished discussin—”
Douglas cut his words short by fusing their mouths. Douglas cupped the sides of Mav’s face, holding him still as he ravaged him before pulling back as fast as he’d taken him. “The next time we do this, we’re going to my apartment.” Douglas licked inside Mav’s mouth, his tongue exploring every inch of him and leaving behind a tingle Mav eased with his own tongue. “For now, we have a short time for me to show you something else.”
Douglas eased off him and pulled him to standing. Holding his hands, he tugged him across the floor to the window. The weak, early morning sunlight shone through the intermittent clouds, and he glanced at the enormous expanse of the garden beyond the window. Douglas turned Mav to face the view and lifted Mav’s hands to press his palms against the cool glass. Mav glanced over his shoulder, an eyebrow quirked. Douglas pushed Mav’s chin back to face the window. Where he was standing, he could not see what Douglas was doing.
His shirt lifted from where it was tucked into his trousers, and his breath hitched. He didn’t know what to expect, but wasn’t that the point?
When warm hands smoothed up his back, Mav’s eyes fluttered, but one word from Douglas had them widening. As the view came back into focus, Douglas’s hands continued to move across his pebbled skin. When they reached his shoulders, bunching the shirt up, the hands curled, and nails dragged gently down his spine. Mav’s breathing sped up, and he bit his lower lip.
The hands and fingers reached his waistband, and nails turned back into the pads of fingers, following the path of his trousers until they met across his stomach. Here, they repeated the process that had played out on his back.
Mav’s fingers clenched on the windowpane while Douglas avoided the one area that tightened, readying for a touch that never came. Instead, Douglas’s mouth attached to Mav’s earlobe, biting down lightly and sending another spear of pleasure down his spine.
Douglas’s fingers circled Mav’s nipples but never touched. The fingers stroked up his stomach around his pecs and back down, repeating the path in ever-narrowing circles while Douglas’s mouth kissed down the column of his neck, encouraging Mav to tilt his head.
Mav’s breath shuddered out of him, his body twitching with every touch, every lick, every kiss, his gaze on the view, but his focus on his body. His cock was hard, and his hips thrust and bucked involuntarily.
Douglas’s nose dragged along Mav’s stubble, then his mouth was at his ear. “Can you come for me like this, I wonder? Can you come hands-free, just from the touch of my hands to your skin, my voice in your ear, detailing every…little…thing I want to do to you?”
Mav dropped his head back, resting it against Douglas’s shoulder when he could no longer hold it up. His eyes closed as his nipples sparked an ember when Douglas skimmed over the tip.
“Can you come for me, Mav? Will you give me what we both know you want? Will you allow me to catch you when you fall?”
Douglas’s fingers were more insistent now, though the soft touches alternated with the scratch of nails. Mav concentrated on the touches and the whispers drifting into his ear, pushing everything else aside.
“I can feel your arousal heightening. Your body is readying for release, Mav. Will you give it to me?” Douglas continued his ministrations, plucking and circling his nipples, bringing his climax nearer.
He whimpered, pushing his ass against Douglas, wanting more, needing more.
“You can do it. Your Master is ordering you now.” Douglas’s voice firmed. “Come for me. Come for your Master.” Douglas bit into a sensitive part behind Mav’s ear and flicked his nubs, and Mav detonated. His vision whitened as if a sunbeam had shone directly into his eyes, and everything drifted away.
He came back around to find himself cradled in Douglas’s lap, his head on Douglas’s chest, tucked beneath his chin with Douglas’s arms wrapped tightly around him. He inhaled and nuzzled his cheek against Douglas, earning a chuckle from him.
“How are you feeling?” Douglas’s voice rumbled through his chest, and Mav sighed, resting his hand over Douglas’s heart.
He took stock of his body and mind and found himself relaxed and boneless, if a little sticky. He grimaced at the mess in his trousers. “Fine, except for the mess.”
Douglas lifted Mav’s face with a finger under his chin until they faced each other. “I can imagine.”
“What time is it?”
Douglas checked his watch. “Just after nine.”
Mav closed his eyes again, wrapping his arm around Douglas’s neck and holding tight. “Thank you.”
“I could lend you some trousers if you want to clean up before you leave.”
Mav sighed. “As much as it would be the most comfortable option, if I leave here wearing your clothes, gossip mills will run riot.” Mav exhaled. “I’ll hold my tablet over the front of me.” Mav lifted his head, staring at the prince.
Douglas pressed a kiss to his lips. “This is why the next time will be at my apartment. Let’s schedule an appointment now.” He stood, Mav scrambling to hold on to his neck as he carried Mav with him and sat on the sofa. “Here’s your tablet.” He passed it over, and Mav laughed, shaking his head.
“Yes, Your Highness. When would you like the appointment for?”
