Page 149 of The Holy Grail
Jules took a moment to evaluate the logistics (and also to enjoy the odd feeling of being completely dressed while the men were naked), and quickly decided there needed to be a change. “I think this would be better if you were standing,” she finally told Evan.
He blinked at her. “Standing?”
“Yep. On your feet.” She waved her fingers in an upward motion, as if to get him moving faster.
He did as requested, and a moment later all thoughts of how this might not be the best way to implement their plan went right out of his head, when Malcom gripped Evan’s cock and began licking the tip. They were fairly tentative licks, but the visual of Malcom’stongue caressing the flushed head was pure porn, and when he enveloped the head in his mouth for the first time, Evan had to lock his knees to stay upright.
Having both Jules and Malcom at Evan’s feet was a lot to handle, and it only escalated when she started murmuring some helpful tips to Malcom, like using his hand for shallow strokes at the base while his mouth took care of the upper half of Evan’s cock.
With Malcom now focusing on honing this new skill, Jules ventured south, to work Evan’s balls over. She was a little less aggressive than he normally liked, treating them like they were ‘made of glass’ as Malcom had so eloquently put it, but the second she sucked one of them into her mouth, Evan immediately forgave her, since she’d just tapped into one of his hidden kinks.
“Oh, hell, yes,” he murmured.
Malcom and Jules also worked in tandem, licking the length of Evan’s shaft together, and the sensation of two velvety tongues on him at once was sublime. Frequently, their tongues crossed paths, and the view of their pink tongues caressing one another’s was one of the prettiest things Evan had ever seen. A few times they stopped what they were doing to share a quick kiss and whisper to one another, and even though it didn’t seem like the appropriate time for conversation, Evan could appreciate the intimacy of the moment.
True to his word, Evan didn’t last long, and as he felt himself pass the point of no return, he warned, “Get ready. I’m going to come.”
Jules, who was closest to the tip, quickly covered it with her mouth and sealed her lips around it, just in time for the first release of semen. She stayed in place for the second ejaculation, then swallowed quickly before angling Evan’s cock toward Malcom, letting him take his turn.
He took Jules’ place, and after latching onto the flared head, squeezed his eyes shut and braced himself for impact. It wasn’t as much as he’d thought, but given Jules had been there first, he figured he was getting the tail end of Evan’s ejaculation. And even though it wasn’t that much, after letting go of Evan’s cock Malcom still found himself with a decent mouthful, and to his horror, felt like his gag reflex was going to kick in. To combat the chances of throwing up, he closed his eyes and concentrated on happy thoughts: a walk on the beach, a glass of Chateau Lafite Rothschild wine, and the opening of his restaurant. When the threat had abated, he swallowed hard, and when he opened his eyes, realized Evan and Jules were both watching with slightly amused expressions—Jules from her spot on the floor and Evan from where he’d sank down onto the couch, spent.
“Was it different than you thought it would be?” Evan asked.
“A little,” Malcom answered, then compulsively swallowed a few more times because he couldn’t help it.
“Everyone says it’s an acquired taste,” Jules told him, assuming Malcom was trying to get rid of any lingering taste of semen in his mouth.
“It’s the consistency more than the taste,” he countered. “It’s like watery mucus.”
“This isn’t the first time you’ve come in contact with it,” she pointed out.
“No, but it’s different when you have a mouthful of it.”
Feeling like it would be petty to point out she’d gotten the biggest part of the batch, she chose to give him a little advice, instead. “The trick is to swallow immediately, and not keep it in your mouth for too long.”
“I’ll try and remember that for next time.”
Jules patted him on the shoulder, then, with an amused grin, told him, “Now go give Evan a big kiss.”
Chapter 47
A big fucking couch
Jules looked at the picture of a giant sectional sofa Malcom had just posted in the ‘Ménage à Trois’ group chat.
JULES: What am I looking at?
EVAN: What is this?
MALCOM: My new couch.
MALCOM: It was delivered today.
Jules enlarged the picture, realizing it had been taken in Malcom’s living room. The couch, upholstered in a soft fawn-colored chenille, appeared to be big enough for a dozen people, with a couple of ottomans that could be moved around, allowing whoever was on it to stretch out.
It did not look inexpensive.
MALCOM: What do you think?
