Page 147 of The Holy Grail
Evan gave Malcom a pointed look. “The last man to annoy me this much didn’t get to come for three hours.”
“Three … hours?” Malcom’s eyes widened.
Evan chuckled. “Just kidding. It was more like one hour, but to him it felt like three, so you might want to keep that in mind when lobbing insults at me.”
Apparently finished with the warm-up, Evan tilted the cock in his hand toward his mouth. Then, eyes locked on Malcom, Evan licked the drop of pre-come off the tip, before taking the entire head into his mouth and sucking.
Malcom’s exhale was immediate and harsh, followed by a low, “Oh, Jesus,” when his cock was then taken deep by Evan.
Finding herself becoming aroused, Jules turned Malcom’s head and kissed him, hard and rough, her aggression fueled by Evan sucking up and down Malcom’s length in a punishing rhythm. She nipped at his lips, absorbing every groan he made into her mouth, which only turned her on even more.
Evan sucked until Malcom said he was going to come and then Evan calmly stopped the orgasm by gripping tight and pressing his thumb right under the flared head of Malcom’s cock. “No, you’re not.”
After several moments, when it became clear the storm had passed, Evan said, “See?”
It was after the third time this happened, that Malcom started to break. “Can you … I’m starting to feel overwhelmed.”
Releasing his cock, Evan asked, “Overwhelmed, as in you can’t mentally handle any more, or overwhelmed as in you just really want to come?”
“Both.”
Evan’s hand stroked up and down in a now-leisurely rhythm. “How bad do you want to come? On a scale of one to ten?”
“I don’t know. A … ten?”
“I think it’s more like a six,” Evan said, as if scolding a petulant child. “I feel like you’re being—” he broke off to search for the correct word and found himself able to recycle a previous Word-of-the-Day, “—an equivocator right now.”
“A what?”
“A liar.” With a disappointed shake of his head, Evan muttered, “And you call yourself a lawyer.”
Ignoring the lawyer comment, Malcom said, “Then why not just say I was being a liar? Smaller words are easier to comprehend when you’re in the middle of getting a blow job.”
“Because that’s probably not a Word-of-the-Day,” Jules explained, as she reached out to play with Evan’s hair.
“Word-of-the-Day?”
“It’s an app.”
Malcom digested that. “Okay, fine, I was being an equivocator, but only because I really want to come. I’m begging you.”
Seemingly pleased, Evan said, “That took longer than I thought it would, but the answer is ‘no’.” He then gently patted Malcom’s thigh. “I’ll let you come soon, though.”
Jules couldn’t help but be impressed with Evan’s edging skills. Compared to him, she was an amateur. “You really are three kinds of trouble, aren’t you?” she asked him, only to angle her head so Malcom couldn’t see as she mouthed to Evan, “I really like it.”
“Wait until I do this to you,” Evan mouthed back.
After stopping two more times Evan told Malcom, “I’m going to let you come this time.”
“Thank you,” Malcom muttered, with a decent layer of sarcasm.
“You’re welcome,” Evan replied magnanimously. “Now how do you want it?”
His brain neurons not firing on all cylinders, Malcom stuttered, “How do I want it?”
“How do you want to come?”
“How do I want to come? What kind of a question is that?”
