Page 156 of The Holy Grail
With Evan underneath her, holding her face in his hands as she resumed hands and knees position, Malcom pushed into her from behind. He slid in easily, with Evan’s come acting as a lubricant, and Malcom found himself really liking the thought he was pushing some back in, and that it would soon be joined by his.
When Jules let out a long moan, he at first thought it was because of his pounding thrusts, but when she murmured, “Both of you keep doing exactly what you’re doing,” he knew Evan was involved as well, and likely fingering her clit from underneath.
A second later, Malcom felt a few fingers tickle his balls as he pushed into Jules, and it made him jump a little and blurt out a quick, “Fuck!”
“Now what’s going on?” Jules asked, her words coming in quick breaths.
“Evan’s tickling my balls,” Malcom muttered.
“Sounds like karma—” she broke off to release another moan.
“Karma? You thought it was hilarious when I did it to him.”
“And I think it’s hilarious he’s doing it to you. But that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t get a serving of karma for starting all this.”
He might not have been in a position where he couldn’t physically get away from Evan’s nimble fingers, but the only way to avoid them was to essentially stop fucking, which obviously wasn’t an option, so Malcom had to endure each tickle session when he bottomed out and his hips came to rest against Jules’ ass.
The worst part was Evan’s smirk, knowing Malcom was an active participant in his own torture.
It didn’t take long for him to come, and as he gripped Jules’ hips and pushed in as far as he could go, two things happened: it triggered Jules’ orgasm, and Evan grabbed Malcom’s balls and squeezed, wringing another, “Fuck!” from him, and a deep, dark chuckle from Evan.
Once they were all sprawled on the bed, Jules patted the blanket they were all lying on. “We got your nice throw blanket all dirty.”
Malcom lifted one corner, showing them the other side. “It’s actually designed for sex,” he explained. “The backing is waterproof, to prevent ‘liquids’ from leaking through to you know, whatever you’re having sex on, like a couch or a bed.”
“That’s kind of genius … and very practical, what with the two of you and all your ‘liquids’,” Jules pointed out.
Evan turned to his side, propping his head up with his hand. “Um, what about you … Squirt?”
Jules made a face at the nickname that apparently really was going to stick.
“It’s also way bigger than a towel, and it stays in place,” Malcom added.
“Hopefully it’s durable, since it’ll probably be getting washed a lot,” Evan mused, reaching over with his free hand to lightly pinch one of Jules’ nipples, who swatted at his hand.
“I bought six of them.”
“Good thinking. You’ll have to put one downstairs in the living room on that big fucking couch.”
“Already done.”
Chapter 50
Julian Douglas Lowe
Jules flew down the hall of the maternity ward, occasionally slowing down to avoid running into any nurses or doctors. At room 510, she took a quick left and stepped inside, only to stop short at the empty bed.
“Oh, my God,” Jules said, at the sight of Paige shuffling around the room in a hospital gown so large, it would have fit Jabba the Hut. “What are you doing? Shouldn’t you be in bed after just having a baby?”
“Actually, the nurses want you up and walking around as soon as possible,” Paige explained, as she made her way to the bed and gingerly climbed back in it. “They’re pretty militant about it.”
“Jesus, that sounds barbaric,” Jules muttered, as she spotted David with the swaddled newborn in his arms, and immediately went over to take possession of the baby, not missing David’s reluctance to hand it over. “I mean, give a new mom a second to rest, since you’re not going to get a good night’s sleep for the next eighteen years.” Then, to the little boy who was staring up at her, she cooed, “Isn’t that right?”
Making her way over to Paige’s bed, Jules sat down in the chair next to it. “I can’t believe you made this entirely new human. He’s adorable.”
“I made half of him, by the way,” David pointed out.
Jules ignored him, because did he think he deserved a medal or something for providing the sperm?
