Page 68 of Rogue Royal
“Yes, please, Sir.”
Douglas replaced the plug, and Mav heard the crinkle of it expanding again before hearing his breathing. It was like being underwater.
Between one breath and another, Douglas took his lips, spearing his tongue into Mav’s mouth and exploring as if he had never been there before. The sounds they made as their tongues and lips moved against each other were erotic, and Mav felt himself teetering on the edge of something. He hadn’t been given permission to touch, but he also hadn’t been told not to. Taking a chance, he rested his hand against the back of Douglas’s head, the groan from the man loud and sensual through where they connected.
Douglas’s mouth lifted, and Mav inhaled, returning air to his deprived lungs. Douglas’s mouth trailed kisses down Mav’s neck and chest, flicking over his nipples before continuing the route to his cock. A warm hand encircled the base while Douglas’s tongue swiped over the head, collecting Mav’s precome.
Mav could do nothing but feel as Douglas brought him to the edge of climax repeatedly with his hand and mouth, only giving him a break to check his colour with the three taps on his chin. By the time Douglas pulled off and didn’t return, Mav was breathing so hard, he thought he’d pass out, but he knew he needed everything Douglas could give him.
“Please.” The plea tore from his lips without his consent, but he needed more.
Douglas checked his colour again before kneeling between Mav’s legs. His hands smoothed over his skin, then below his balls to his taint. When a wet finger rubbed against his entrance, Mav groaned, and he rolled his head over the pillow. Douglas’s fingers prepared him well, and Mav ended up back where he’d been when Douglas had sucked him.
He babbled nonsense when Douglas pressed his covered cock at Mav’s pucker. His hands gripped Douglas’s forearms, no doubt leaving nail marks, but all Mav could do was hold on as Douglas pressed inside him in slow increments.
Finally seated, Douglas covered Mav’s body with his own, and Mav wrapped his legs around Douglas’s waist and his arms around his neck. Douglas’s arms slid underneath Mav, holding him tightly. It wasn’t conducive to deep thrusts, but the small circles Douglas’s hips made sent Mav higher.
“Mine.” The words were growled next to his ear, and he heard every word.
Mav had no timeframe for how long they were sharing air before Douglas pulled back and began pounding into him. His patience must have snapped because he was taking no prisoners, and Mav loved every minute.
Mav arched into the movements, keeping his hips in time with Douglas’s, and they reached the peak at similar times. He could tell because Douglas’s hips lost their rhythm, and his hands held him harder. His body melted into the mattress as Douglas withdrew, and Mav floated on air.
****
Mav sat in front of his laptop and scrolled for social media jobs. As well-meaning as Douglas was regarding Bert, it still meant Mav was without a job. He highlighted a few jobs that seemed promising, then shut down his computer. Grabbing everything he needed, he strode down the castle corridors, lost in his mind.
“Maverick!”
He glanced behind him and found Randall approaching him at a fast pace. “Hey. Everything okay?”
Randall smiled. “Yes. Can I have a word?”
Mav nodded and followed Randall back the way he’d come to Randall’s office. Once they settled, Mav said, “Are you sure everything’s okay?”
Randall linked his fingers over some paperwork on his desk and stared at Mav. “I heard what happened with your job.”
Mav’s heart sank. Of course. The king probably wanted him off the premises and out of the rooms as soon as possible to make way for the new person. “It’s okay. I’ll get my stuff together and vacate the room today.” Mav rose, but Randall waved him down.
“No, no. That’s not what I mean. Sorry.” Randall smiled. “What are your plans now?”
Mav quirked his lip. “I don’t know, to be honest. I daren’t use my contacts in case Bert, despite his assurances he wouldn’t, has sent a blacklist to them. I’d prefer not to know.”
“I can understand that. I know someone who might be able to help you. I don’t know if she can for definite, but it would be worthwhile speaking to her. If nothing else, she might have someone else who could help.”
“I still need to leave Windsor.”
Randall licked his bottom lip as if thinking. “I wouldn’t be too hasty. Wait until you’re asked to leave.”
Mav frowned at the pointed stare Randall gave him. “Why?”
Randall studied his fingers. “All I can say is that you have people other than Douglas working behind the scenes to help.”
Mav raised his eyebrows. Who would help him? And why? “All right. I’m a little confused, but okay.”
“Trust me. For a short time, at least.”
Mav nodded, his mind whirling at the different reasons for Randall’s request, but he was happy to continue pretending he had a job for as long as they let him. He hated the idea that Douglas would have someone else doing the job he should be doing, but he couldn’t expect the royal family to keep him on when they had a contract with Bert’s company.
