Page 242 of The Holy Grail
Malcom was hardly aware of Jules kneeling beside him, until she had taken his face in her hands and was kissing him, her tongue teasing his with gentle licks.
From there, she moved behind him, placing her hands gently on his hips, so that each time he snapped back, his flesh met hers.
Jules gazed at them in the mirror, transfixed by the raw coupling, an almost brutal exchange between the two men, which was quite different compared to when Evan had been topping.That had been gentle and careful … and this was not that.
Wanting Malcom to see it as well, she guided his gaze to the mirror. “Watch as you fuck him.”
With his eyes now glued to the visual of him pounding into Evan, it became impossible to last for more than thirty seconds. As he neared the end, Malcom groaned out a low, almost pained, “I’m coming,” and pushed all the way into Evan, thigh muscles bunching tightly during the intense orgasm and subsequent aftershocks.
Evan, who had been stroking his own cock the entire time, muttered, “Oh, fuck,” and a moment later, achieved his own climax.
Once they’d both come down, Malcom slowly withdrew from Evan, and on slightly unsteady legs, went into the bathroom to dispose of the condom. After returning to the bed, Malcom curled up next to Evan, who was now lying on his stomach, with Jules on his other side.
“Jesus … Christ …” Evan murmured, his breathing back to normal.
“Was that too much?” Malcom asked. “You said not to hold back.”
“It was fucking perfect.” Evan twisted slightly, so he could see Malcom’s face. “How was it for you?”
“It was fucking perfect.”
“Was it everything you thought it would be?”
“I hadn’t given much thought to what it would be like, but it was everything I’dhopedit would be.” Malcom leaned down to kiss Evan’s shoulder. “I’m glad you were my first.”
“Me, too, because I’m a selfish asshole.”
The three of them lay together for several minutes, and then with a smile, Jules pushed herself up. “Why don’t I get a bath ready?”
“Thank you,” Evan told her. “Because I don’t think I can walk, yet.”
Malcom smiled shyly, knowing a wrecked man when he saw one. “You’re welcome.”
Chapter 85
High school French can come in handy
“So, what’s next?” Jules asked. “After you’re finished with Klein & Schmidt, I mean.”
The three of them were all lounging in the tub, surrounded by suds and swirling water, with some Epsom salts thrown in. For some reason, Dawn Corleone had joined them and was sitting like a loaf of bread on the vanity.
The question had been directed at Malcom, who slowly answered. “Well, since my last session with Lauren—when we talked about how I see my future, and working on manifesting it—I’ve been contemplating a few things.”
“Well, let’s hear about these things,” Evan encouraged, his hair slicked back and his arms stretched out along the edge of the tub.
“First, I think I’m going to see if Martin wants to buy my quarter share of the family law firm—”
“Really?”
“Yeah. That would make him sole owner, so I think he’ll jump on it. And once I’m finished at Klein & Schmidt, I think this might be the time for culinary school.”
“Yes!” Jules threw her arms in the air in celebration, sending water and suds everywhere. “Finally.”
“I’m with her,” Evan said. “It’s definitely time.”
“So, are you looking at a particular school?” Jules wanted to know.
Malcom nodded. “After researching and looking at various schools, there’s one I really like. But it’s …”
