Page 51 of Rogue Royal
A silky-soft fabric settled over his eyes and rested behind his head, and Mav relaxed into it. It blocked all the light that streamed through his eyelids and gave Mav the feeling of being alone. He couldn’t see anyone or anything. The idea should’ve worried him, but he trusted Douglas despite what he’d thought before. He did trust Douglas, at least with his body. With his heart, it was another matter, but it wasn’t a concern because they were only playing.
Mav was startled when something extremely cold swiped across his belly button. His abs jerked with each touch, and Mav pushed his head into the pillow, mouth open as he panted. His legs were pushed wide, and the bed dipped between them. He assumed Douglas had settled in the middle, which was confirmed when the cold—an ice cube from what limited information Mav could gather—found the crease of his inner thigh and groin. The ice followed a path down to his taint and across to the other side, rising to his hip. A gentle stream of cool air trailed behind.
The ice and cold air disappeared, and Mav writhed, feeling the coolness on his skin despite nothing touching him.
“Ah! Fuck!”
Mav couldn’t stop his shout when the ice rested against the tip of his cock, the melting droplets trickling down the length and pooling in the hair at its base. The ice was a constant presence, never wavering, though Mav twitched and thrashed beneath it. With each movement, it slid the ice across the head, then Douglas moved it to the sensitive bundle of nerves on the underside of his shaft, rubbing in circular movements.
Mav gasped, alternating between wanting it gone and needing more. It was a strange feeling. The ice disappeared again, but Mav didn’t relax. He tensed, knowing something else was coming and unsure what. He strained his hearing: a rustle of fabric, a quiet thump.
His heart pounded, and he tightened his grip around the headboard. Seconds later, extreme liquid heat surrounded his cock.
“Sir!”
The heat reduced until it was a warmth caressing him as Douglas’s mouth lifted and dropped on his shaft. Douglas must’ve swallowed whatever he’d been holding in his mouth because the liquid feeling vanished, replaced by Douglas’s tongue flicking against his nerves.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he chanted, bucking his hips into the waiting mouth.
Douglas pressed against Mav’s hips, stopping the movement, and continued his ministrations, sending Mav flying but not enough to climax. When Douglas pulled off, Mav whimpered.
“Please, Si—Oh, god!”
The ice had returned. Douglas held Mav’s dick upright at the base and spread the ice along the length, no part of his skin being left out. Within seconds, heat encased him again, and he thrashed beneath the onslaught. Douglas alternated between the two temperatures several times.
Mav caught his breath when both stopped. He felt sweat dripping from his body onto the bed beneath him. His cock was so hard, it hurt, and he babbled incoherently. What was he saying?
A hand returned to the base of Mav’s cock, and he waited in anticipation of something happening. When nothing did, he released the tension and immediately tensed again when dual sensations rocked his balls. Douglas sheathed one ball in liquid heat, the other surrounded by ice-cold, which travelled down to his taint and pressed against it.
The liquid disappeared, and Douglas licked a stripe up Mav’s cock, sucking the head into his mouth for a second.
“Jesus!”
Mav rolled his head on the pillow, unsure if he could take any more.
“Colour?” Douglas’s voice pierced the silence, hoarse and deep.
“Green.” Mav licked his lips. He needed to come. “Please, Sir?”
Douglas didn’t reply. The bed dipped, and Mav felt a cool presence by his hip. He knew more ice was coming, but he didn’t know where. His breathing sped up again.
“I need you to stay still now. If you squirm too much, these will fall off, and I don’t want that. Do you think you can do it?”
Mav swallowed hard. “Um, I think so. Sir.”
“Try your hardest for me, and you’ll get your reward.”
An ice cube settled on his chest, another an inch or two below that, another on his sternum. More followed, leaving a trail of ice from chest to groin. He was so focused on them, he twitched when a finger pressed against his pucker. It was all he could do to bear down as he concentrated on keeping still to stop the ice from falling off. He had no control over his breathing, though.
While Douglas slid a finger deep inside him, Mav focused on the ice and the drips spilling down his sides and up to his throat with how he lay. He tensed as the cubes swayed in their own liquid, worried they would slide off him. A slight burn caught his attention, and he concentrated on the two fingers breaching his hole.
“Come whenever you want to.”
The whispered words slid over him, and Mav frowned. He was feeling close to climax, but not enough to go over the edge yet.
As soon as the thought crossed his mind, three things happened at once. His cock was surrounded by intense heat, hotter than before; ice pressed against one nipple, and Douglas’s fingers crooked inside him and hit his prostate. Mav saw stars as his orgasm exploded through his body, spasms wrecking their way through him from head to toe. He wasn’t aware of anything else except the pleasure detonating inside him.
When he came back to himself, his body ached, his breathing ragged, and he had no energy. He acknowledged his hands being removed from the headboard and a massage starting at his fingers and continuing down his hands and arms as they lowered to his sides. The massage carried on to his shoulders and neck, Mav moaning at the feel of the aches abating somewhat.
