Page 82 of Rogue Royal
His mother patted his arm with a chuckle. “All our children grow up eventually, Andrew. It’s better to stick with them than to fight with them about it.”
Douglas couldn’t wait any longer. He stood, pulling Mav with him. Releasing him, he stepped closer to his parents, giving them hugs and watching as they did the same for Mav, despite his shocked expression. As soon as they said their goodbyes, Douglas jogged them through the corridors until they reached Douglas’s rooms. When they were inside, Douglas rounded on Mav and pressed him back against the door, ravaging his mouth. He needed to feel Mav. He needed to be in control again.
“Mav, I need you.”
“I’m all yours.”
Douglas slid his hands under Mav’s thighs and lifted him, allowing his legs to wrap around his waist. He shuffled towards the bedroom, barely keeping his eyes open enough to ensure they didn’t bump into anything. He didn’t want to hurt Mav. He felt the bed at his knees and crawled onto the covers, laying Mav down, all the while twining their tongues together and breathing heavily through his nose.
Mav’s hands were roaming his back, but Douglas needed skin on skin. He rose to his knees, dragging the polo shirt over his head and throwing it aside. Mav squirmed beneath him. For a change, Mav was not in a suit. He wore black jeans and a T-shirt. Douglas raked his nails down Mav’s chest until he reached the hem, then dragged it up and over his head, throwing it to join his. He leaned down, taking Mav’s mouth again. This time, Mav’s nails scored down his back until he slipped his hands beneath the waistband of Douglas’s jeans. When Mav’s hands squeezed his ass, Douglas bucked forward, their cocks pressing against each other.
Douglas needed more. He scooted down the bed, undoing Mav’s jeans and sliding down the zipper. His cock strained at his briefs, and Douglas’s mouth watered.
“Shift up. Put your head on a pillow.”
Mav did as instructed, and as Mav moved, Douglas dragged his jeans down his legs until he left him in his briefs. Douglas slid off the bed, taking care of his own clothes and climbed back on, naked. His cock was hot and heavy and straining for relief. As he crawled up Mav’s body, he kissed his skin, intermittently licking and nipping as he rose.
The light flick of his tongue over Mav’s nipples had Mav thrashing beneath him. He closed the distance between their mouths once more, taking Mav’s gasp into his mouth.
“This is going to be quick, but I promise it will satisfy,” he said, pulling back.
He left the bed, striding across the room to the chest of drawers on the opposite side. Sliding open the top drawer, he pulled out two ties and closed the drawer again. He headed to the bottom of the bed, opening the chest at the base and rummaging for a second until he found earplugs. Closing the lid, he climbed over it to the bottom of the bed and crawled towards Mav, who was watching with wide eyes and his bottom lip held tight between his teeth.
Douglas straddled Mav’s hips, their groins lined up but not touching. “Okay, my plan is to blindfold you, put the earplugs in and tie your wrists to the headboard. Are you happy to try?”
Mav exhaled, nodded and answered a breathy, “Yes, Sir.”
Douglas grinned. “Let me do your wrists first, and you can see.”
He reached for one tie, winding it around Mav’s wrists and through the slats in the headboard. He could have made Mav grip the slats, but he wanted Mav to feel what it was like to give over control fully. Although Mav had never tried it that Douglas was aware of, Douglas wanted to show him how exquisite he could feel from allowing Douglas free rein.
Once he’d finished tying Mav’s wrists, Douglas told him to pull on them. When Mav did, his pupils dilated, and Douglas smirked.
“Now for your ears.”
Douglas pushed one earplug in, peppering kisses along Mav’s jaw. He moved to the other side, repeating his actions but whispering, “I love you,” before putting the plug in. When Douglas glanced at Mav, he had a dreamy look in his eyes and a small smile on his face.
“Now for your eyes,” he mouthed.
As Douglas slid the silk tie over Mav’s eyes, Mav’s body arched towards him. Douglas couldn’t remember ever seeing someone as sensitive to sensations as Mav was. He was sure they had many more experiences to take part in over the coming years because Douglas was all in. When the blindfold was in place, Mav repeated a declaration of love over and over. Once he secured everything, Douglas skimmed the tips of his fingers over Mav’s chest and abdomen, hooking his fingers into Mav’s briefs before sliding his own body backwards and taking the underwear with him. When he reached Mav’s feet, Mav curled his body, and Douglas threw the briefs behind him.
He wrapped his hands around Mav’s ankles, sliding Mav’s legs wider and encouraging him to bend his knees. Once Mav was in the position Douglas wanted him in, Douglas reached over for the lube and condom. Knowing his patience was wearing thin, Douglas slid the condom on before preparing Mav. While his fingers worked to open Mav as much as possible, Douglas licked and sucked at the head of Mav’s shaft.
Mav wriggled and squirmed beneath the onslaught, pleas falling from his lips along with the colours when Douglas tapped his chin. Douglas pulled off and inhaled roughly. He slicked his cock and held it against Mav’s entrance. A chant of pleas followed his actions, and Douglas pressed forward. Once he was fully seated, Douglas encouraged Mav to lock his heels at Douglas’s lower back by pushing against his feet and slid his hands under Mav’s back to his shoulders.
Unable to resist, he took Mav’s mouth and moved. As high and needy as they both were, it didn’t take either of them long to reach the peak and fall over the edge. When he’d released Mav from his restraints, blindfold and earplugs, Douglas wrapped his arms around his boyfriend and held him close, pressing kisses to his forehead and reminding himself they had the future to look forward to.
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Chapter 28
Maverick
Mav stared across at Zara, unbelieving of what she had asked.
“What? I’m not the only person who would want to know, Mav. Your boyfriend is a prince! What else am I going to ask?” Zara smirked.
“I don’t think people want to know whether I’m moving into the castle, Z.” Douglas lifted his hand to his mouth, and Mav could tell he was hiding a smile. “Stop encouraging her!” He backhanded him on the shoulder.
