Page 12 of Rogue Royal
Maverick raised his eyebrows. Why would he need to see him? He checked the time. Douglas would be finishing up his lunch meeting; therefore, Mav had time for a shower and a change of clothes before going to see what he needed.
As he showered—after drinking both cups—he recalled the sensations that had flowed through him when Douglas was massaging him. He’d felt nothing like it before. Mav loved the feel of different fabrics and was a tactile person, but this was on another level.
His cock rose at the memory, and he reached for his loofah, which he didn’t use for exfoliating. He bit his lip, arousal smouldering in his nerve endings. Standing with his back to the spray, Mav held the green circle of fabric to his chest and lightly brushed it over his skin, which pebbled in response. When he reached his groin, he circled around to his balls; the gentle scratch on his sensitive skin had him harder than ever. After playing around there for a few minutes, he ran it up the underside of his cock, hissing in pleasure.
He moved it in circles as he rose, unable to tell when the uneven fabric would catch on his skin. The underside of the head of his shaft was so sensitive, Mav lessened the pressure and flicked gently back and forth, his breath catching each time it hit the right spot. Precum pearled on his tip, and his eyes flickered as he continued his ministrations in the same area until fluid dripped from his slit.
Moving the loofah around the head changed the sensation again, and Mav gasped for a breath and reached his free hand to the side to rest on the cool tiles.
“Fuck!” He gritted his teeth, refusing to allow anything else to escape his lips where anyone could hear him.
Lowering his head, he closed his eyes and let it all bombard him. The memories of Douglas’s hands on him, the gentle scratch of the loofah on his cock, the warm water pounding his back, the coolness of the tiles—it was too much, yet not enough. He returned the loofah to the sensitive underside and, within seconds, released with the strongest climax he’d felt in years.
When he came back to himself, he was kneeling in the shower, hands braced on the floor, loofah discarded, panting. He hoped he hadn’t yelled or screamed as his orgasm had claimed him. It was more terrifying than he could imagine, thinking the whole of Windsor heard him.
Climbing to his feet, he washed off, glad the water never lowered in temperature, no matter how long it ran for. The perks of being in the royal household, he assumed. He dressed in a royal blue silk shirt, black cotton trousers and a black silk waistcoat. He added a black tie to the outfit and checked his appearance in the mirror. The fabrics felt comfortable against his skin, and he smiled. Nothing like feeling your best when you’re heading to meet someone who antagonises you regularly. His clothes were like his armour.
Snorting at the thought, he exited his room and wandered down the excessively long, decorated hallways to the prince’s room. On the way, Prince Frederick stopped him.
“Maverick, I’m glad I saw you. I wanted to have a quick word about Douglas, if I may?”
“Of course, Your Highness. How can I help?”
“We both know Douglas is chafing at the restrictions placed on him, not just this week, but in normal daily life as well. I wondered whether you had any ideas to make this easier on him? I know it’s not your job, but you’re a smart man from what Douglas has told me, and you work closely with him.”
Mav was speechless. “Um…I can certainly have a think. I don’t know what use my ideas will be, but I can see what I can come up with.”
Frederick held out his hands, palm uppermost. “It’s all I can ask. Thank you, Maverick. Anything you can think of would help. I want Douglas to be happy, not chomping to get away from us all the time. I hardly see him as it is.”
Mav was an only child, but he understood the sentiment. “I will do my best.”
“Thank you. I won’t keep you any longer.” Frederick squeezed his shoulder and departed, his footsteps heavy and certain.
Mav stared at the floor. Where hadthatcome from? Why would Frederick be asking him for help? They all knew Douglas better than Mav did. Or was that why he’d asked him? They were too close to the situation to think clearly and needed an outsider’s perception.
Well, he’d keep his promise and try to think of something to help Douglas be more content with his life. The teaching idea from earlier had been a good idea, but there might be something else he’d not considered.
“I want Douglas to be happy…”
Yeah, so did Mav.
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Chapter 5
Douglas
It had taken every restraint Douglas possessed to not climb into bed with Maverick. He had been so responsive to what Douglas had done. Despite what Maverick said, Douglas believed he would do well in the club, especially the sensation play, and what he wouldn’t give to see it.
The tiny movements of Maverick’s body towards Douglas’s touches advertised a need for more. When he had skimmed his fingers along Maverick’s hand, unable to stop himself, the hitches in his breath had been barely audible but were there all the same. Douglas was angry with himself for taking liberties while Maverick had been on a high. It wasn’t decent of him, and it was the reason he’d stopped and tucked him into bed with the drinks he’d need when he woke.
He hoped Maverick would forgive him and meet with him, as Douglas had requested. He wasn’t sure if he would, and he wouldn’t blame him if he didn’t.
“I’m such an idiot!”
He slammed through to his sitting room and ground to a halt.
“What have you done now, and how much work do I have ahead of me?”
