Page 140 of The Holy Grail
“What do you think?” Jules asked Malcom.
“I like it. A lot,” he replied.
“Good,” Evan said. Then, with exaggerated seriousness, he added, “Now, just so there’s no confusion, this bath is all about the fuckery, not relaxation.”
“Of course.”
Malcom then surprised both Evan and Jules by immediately starting to remove all of his clothes. Within seconds, he was completely naked and stepping into the tub for the first time ever, which struck him as perfect, to be doing this with these two people.
The moment filled his chest with exhilaration, and as he sank into the water, he sighed with pleasure at the perfect temperature, before shutting off the water and activating the jets. He then positioned himself in one of the corners, stretching his arms out onto the tile surround (being careful of the candles), and fixed his attention on Jules and Evan.
Jules, who had watched Malcom in all his glory hop into the tub—because it was a no-brainer to check out a naked man—was a little taken aback to find Evan watching her, instead. It took her a moment to remember the two men had previously seen each other without clothes on, but this was the first time for her and Evan, and it suddenly made her feel a sense of complete empowerment like she’d never experienced before. She figured it was partly because of Evan and his intense expression, but it was also because Malcom was just a few feet away, observing it all with both enthusiasm and anticipation.
Seeing how much he was into this, Jules started removing her clothes. With two pairs of eyes on her now, she was deliberate in her movements, but not in a teasing way, as she stepped out of her sandals, shed her jeans and shirt, then her bra (which had been worn for going to the movies) and panties. When she was finished, the only sound in the room was the sound of the jacuzzi jets, until Evan spoke.
“I’ve imagined this many, many times,” he said softly, coming to stand in front of her. “And the reality is much better.”
“How much better?”
He gently tickled her nipples, making her shiver. “Well, I pictured these being a little smaller—”
“Smaller?”
“Because your breasts are small.”
“Breasts?”
“Give me a break. I’m trying to be romantic, here,” he scolded her. “Bigger nipples are better, though, because they’re much easier to suck when you can really latch on to them. Not to mention easier to … nibble.”
His words were conjuring up pretty graphic images in her head, all of which she was enjoying … until he sank to his knees, gripped the backs of her thighs with his hands, and pressed his face in between her legs, which immediately refocused her thoughts with the force of a sledgehammer.
“I also pictured you bare, because that seems to be the norm nowadays, but I’m glad you’re not, since I prefer a little bit of carpet,” he murmured, before taking a deep breath, as if inhaling her scent.
“I, uh, don’t like to shave, because … razors near my—” she broke off as she felt his tongue give a long, almost obscenely slow lick from her vaginal opening up to her clit. “My, uh, clit.”
He immediately began sucking on that body part, making her eyes roll back a little bit. “And … waxing hurts like a—” she broke off again, this time to release a deep-throated moan. Her legs started to feel weak, and to stabilize herself, she grabbed his head and held on. It definitely wasn’t a viable long-term solution, though, especially not when Evan was really starting to go to town on her. “This isn’t going to work like this.”
“Sit down,” he told her, sounding almost frustrated at being disrupted.
In her befuddled state, she actually thought he was referring to the toilet, as if she might take a seat there and then let him continue eating her out. A second later, however, he was guiding her backwards, and when she felt the side of the tub surround against her calves, realized he meant for her to sit on the wide ledge. She wasn’t quite prepared for the coldness of the ceramic-tiled surface as her ass came in contact with it, nor was she prepared for the solid warmth of Malcom’s chest at her back a moment later.
Evan wasted no time spreading her legs and diving in again. His velvet tongue had Jules’ head falling back on Malcom’s shoulder (thank God he was there), as she surrendered to each firm stroke and diabolical swirl. The moment she felt his hands coming around to cup her breasts was truly a wonder, as the dual assault doubled her pleasure.
Shit had gotten very real, very quickly.
She’d previously given some thought as to how it would be when the three of them were together, but imagining it and experiencing it were totally different things.
The experience was more erotic than she thought it would be—not to mention more overwhelming—to be the recipient of two sources of sexual attention, especially when each one was very pleasurable. Malcom’s fingers on her nipples sent electric tingles down to her clit, which made what Evan was doing even more intense, and that was before he eased two fingers inside her.
As soon as that happened, and she felt him start massaging her G-spot, her back arched, and her climb to orgasm became a sprint, not a marathon.
Malcom noticed the change right away. “Is he hitting your G-spot?”
Instead of answering verbally, because that seemed to be beyond her capabilities at the moment, Jules gave a quick nod.
“I can see everything he’s doing,” he whispered in her ear. “It’s hot as fuck.”
His words had her glancing down, and the sight of Evan’s mouth on her clit and his fingers moving in and out of her pussy, coupled with the knowledge she and Malcom were both watching it in glorious technicolor, was almost too much.
