Page 146 of The Holy Grail
She’d never been one to watch a lot of porn, but that didn’t mean she didn’t understand the appeal—because she did—and could appreciate the erotic stimulation of watching sex, even if it was scripted. However, now that she was going to have a live-stream right in front of her, starring two hot men that also happened to belong to her, the understanding and appreciation was taking on a whole new depth.
She knew it was going to be visually stunning ... because how could it not be?
Not to mention the added bonus of it being Malcom’s first blow job from a man.
While Mal was taking off his clothes, Evan briefly left, and when he returned he had a towel, a spoon, and a container of coconut oil in his hands, the latter giving Malcom and Jules pause.
“Coconut oil?” they both asked.
“I actually prefer it to regular lube,” Evan explained. “It’s natural and is actually really good for your skin. Plus, it provides just the right amount of … glide.”
“How long have you been using coconut oil for sexual purposes?” Jules wanted to know.
“Not that long. I found out about it from David.”
“The night of the handcuffs?”
“Yes.”
“What’s the night of the handcuffs?” Malcom asked.
While spreading the towel down on the couch and motioning for Malcom to get comfortable, Evan shared the story about David’s lingam massage that had gone awry, resulting in Evan having to come to his friend’s rescue—a moment which would live in infamy—and when he was done, he told Malcom, “I’m adding a lingam massage to the list of your ‘firsts’ I want.”
Malcom blinked at him. “Okay. But no handcuffs.”
After agreeing to no handcuffs, Evan threw a pillow onto the floor and knelt down between Malcom’s legs, spreading them wide. Then, after scooping some coconut oil out of the container with the spoon, Evan rubbed it into his hands until he liked the consistency, and firmly gripped Mal’s cock. At that first contact, his eyes widened, and he seemed a little confused as to why Evan then proceeded to do … nothing.
“My technique for giving head might be a little different from what you’ve experienced in the past,” Evan said. “First, I like to make it last as long as possible, which is really just a nicer way of saying orgasm denial. You’re probably going to love it and hate it in equal measure, and probably love and hatemein equal measure, but going through the pain to get to the pleasure will be worth it. Trust me.” Then, as if thinking he should maybe phrase it differently than a demand, he asked, “Do you trust me?”
Slowly, Malcom nodded, although his expression was a tad uncertain, since he’d never gotten a blow job that came with a warning before.
“Good. Now, by the end, you might be begging me to let you come. However, I will only let you come when I want you to, and you can call me every name in the book—and believe me, I’ve heard them all—but they will have zero effect on me.” Evan paused, before repeating, “Do you still trust me?”
Malcom nodded again.
“Good. There are times when you might feel overwhelmed, and I need you to let me know if you’re feelingtoooverwhelmed, like you legit can’t take anymore, so I can get to know your real limits. I want to push you a little, but not too much, if you get my drift. I also want you to let me know if I’m too rough, all right?”
“All right.”
Jules took in the picture of a fully clothed Evan on his knees before a naked Malcom, and wondered if Evan had a kink about being fully dressed while the other person was naked.
When Evan started to play with Malcom’s balls, he almost immediately said, “Ease up a little. My balls are really sensitive.”
“Really? I’m going to have so much fun with that,” Evan murmured, gentling his strokes. “I love sensitive balls.”
Malcom closed his eyes. “That’s perfect.”
“You never told me your balls were sensitive,” Jules said.
Malcom opened his eyes long enough to glance over at her and reply, “That’s because you don’t have hands like a lumberjack and you were handling them as if they were made of glass ... so it never came up.”
Instead of being offended by Malcom’s description of his hands, Evan simply continued what he was doing.
Leaning as far forward as she could without falling off the loveseat, Jules found herself torn between watching Evan work his magic and watching Malcom’s face as he got lost in the experience … so much that she was slow to realize Malcom had his arm stretched out toward her, his hand palm up in a silent invitation to join him on the couch.
Jules quickly took him up on it, curling against his side. “Are you good?” she whispered to him.
“I’m good … especially now that my balls are being treated with a little respect.”
