Page 41 of Rogue Royal
Douglas gripped his upper arms, holding him close. “Yes, it will. I can teach you what I was planning to. We don’t need to do anything else if you don’t want to, but I’d love to show you what your body is capable of.”
He waited while Mav stared at him, his breath coasting across Douglas’s chin with how close they were standing.
“We shouldn’t—”
“I know you’re worried about this getting out, but I’m happy to do whatever you think we should do to make sure this stays between us. Father knows, and so does Freddie, but we can keep it quiet.”
“It’s a bit of a cliché, isn’t it? A prince and his help?” Mav frowned.
Douglas cupped Mav’s jaw. “We can do this, Mav. Please.” For some reason, he needed Mav to agree. He needed Mav to stay longer. He wanted Mav in his life and knew if this got out, Mav would leave.
Mav sniffed and lowered his eyes, and Douglas waited him out. “Okay.”
Douglas smiled and pressed his lips to Mav’s for a quick kiss. “Come on. We need our shower.” He grabbed Mav’s hands and tugged him towards the bedroom where his en-suite waited.
“Wait! My shoes! They’ll mess up your carpet.” Mav hopped and kicked his shoes off, then continued with Douglas.
Douglas didn’t want Mav to think too hard about their situation at that moment. He wanted him to feel, to taste, to learn as he’d told him. It was also partially selfish reasons. Douglas needed to feel Mav in his arms and wrapped around his cock. There was no guarantee Mav would want it. They’d discussed it, but Douglas wanted everything Mav could give him. It was a good thing patience had been drummed into him as a royal and a Dom.
Letting go of Mav for a second to switch on the shower, he returned immediately, resting his hands on Mav’s hips. Locking gazes with him, Douglas slid his hands up, taking the shirt with him. Before it had cleared Mav’s head, Douglas was feasting on his lips. He was tempted to leave the shirt covering Mav’s eyes but thought Mav might have had enough of being unable to see, and he tugged it off and threw it to the floor. With methodical precision, he divested them both of their clothes and pulled Mav under the spray, wrapping his arms around Mav’s waist and splaying his hands across his stomach and chest. Positioned with Mav’s back to his chest, Douglas could kiss, lick and nip at Mav’s shoulder, neck and jaw.
Douglas slid his hands over Mav’s skin, washing away the sweat and come still lingering. Grabbing the shampoo, he washed Mav’s hair, swapping it for body wash and moving onto his body when his hair was bubble-free. His hands roamed Mav’s body, the soap slicking his way, and he touched every inch of him.
Once he was happy that they were as clean as they could be, Douglas held him close again, and Mav linked their fingers over his stomach, pulling them as close as they could get. Mav leaned his head back on Douglas’s shoulder, eyes closed, and sighed.
“Are you okay?” Douglas didn’t want to break the silence, but he wanted to make sure Mav wasn’t regretting his decision to stay.
In response, Mav rolled his head towards him and licked his jaw and followed it with a graze of his teeth. Douglas smirked and thrust his hips against Mav’s ass, his cock nestling in his crack. Mav arched and exhaled.
“Do you want something?” Douglas nudged Mav’s head to the side and nibbled on his earlobe. “Use your words.”
Mav repeatedly arched, Douglas’s cock sliding between Mav’s cheeks. “You. I want you. Please.”
Douglas needed to be sure. He spun Mav around, receiving a squeak from the man, and pulled him close, face to face. When their gazes met, he said, “Are you sure?”
Mav licked his lips and wrapped his arms around Douglas’s neck. “Yes, Sir. I need you.”
Douglas grabbed Mav’s thighs, lifting him and encouraging him to wrap his legs around him, then switched off the shower and strode to the bedroom, unwilling to waste time drying off. No doubt they’d be back in the shower after this next round.
He kneeled on the bed, moving them higher before resting Mav down on the covers and blanketing him with his body. Resting on one elbow, Douglas ran the back of his hand over Mav’s cheek, and Mav’s eyelids fluttered. He smoothed a finger across Mav’s bottom lip, and Mav sucked the finger into his mouth. Douglas felt it in his groin and pulled his finger out, taking Mav’s mouth with his own.
He swiped his tongue along Mav’s lips and dipped inside when Mav opened. Their tongues tangled, sliding alongside each other’s. Douglas tilted his head, going deeper and harder, breathing through his nose because he didn’t want to part from Mav. Their hips thrust rhythmically, heightening Douglas’s arousal. He transferred his lips to Mav’s jaw, pressing kisses along the contour and down the column of his neck.
Knowing it wouldn’t take much for him to come, Douglas lifted himself off Mav and reached for his lube and a condom from the bedside table, hesitating when he saw the blindfold. Mav whimpered and fidgeted beneath him, and Douglas ignored the black satin and slicked his fingers, leaning over Mav while his finger sought his entrance. Breaching the ring of muscle, Douglas pressed forward carefully, feeling how tight Mav was.
He took plenty of time to get Mav prepared, not wanting to hurt him at all. Once Mav was panting with a dark flush all across his neck and chest, Douglas rolled on a condom, lubed it and rested against Mav’s hole. He lifted Mav’s legs to his own shoulders as Douglas came down over him.
Mav’s eyes rolled back in his head when Douglas pushed into his channel, and it took everything in Douglas to hold back—both the need to climax and to ram into Mav. He inhaled, clinging to the control he’d learned he needed.
By the time his hips met Mav’s, Douglas was panting as much as Mav was. He dropped to his elbows, bending Mav in half and gave small thrusts to allow Mav to get used to his size.
“Please! Move!” The words were torn from Mav’s throat, and Douglas was helpless to resist.
Douglas rose to his hands, withdrew and slammed forward, Mav’s voice calling to the ceiling for more while he grappled for Douglas’s forearms. Mav’s nails bit into his skin, but Douglas didn’t care. Sweat beaded on Mav’s skin, and Douglas wanted to lap it off, but he kept his rhythm, hoping to take Mav closer to his orgasm.
Each thrust into the heat of Mav’s ass had Douglas gritting his teeth. He spread his knees and changed position until Mav’s noises turned to guttural shouts of completion.
Douglas watched Mav’s cock empty onto his chest, then picked up the speed and followed him over the edge. He kept moving his hips, but he wasn’t sure whether he was trying to get closer or further away from the bliss tensing and releasing him, repeatedly, as sensitive as he was.
