Page 155 of The Holy Grail
Seizing the victory, Jules announced, “Now then, with that behind us, I think we should christen this bed, starting with you and me.”
The last part was directed at Evan with a hot gaze, who, after a moment of shocked silence, murmured, “Absolutely,” with a hot gaze of his own.
As Malcom watched the two people he loved most in the world remove each other’s clothes, he felt the energy in the room rise to an almost astonishing level, and he forced himself to hang back, to give them this moment. It would be their first time together, and as they moved closer and closer to it, Malcom silently moved around, removing some of the decorative pillows and laying a large throw blanket in the middle of the bed.
Jules guided Evan to the bed and gave him a gentle push, indicating she wanted him to lay down. When he settled on the blanket, she took a moment to run her eyes up anddown his superb body, which she’d wanted to take a ride on for so long, and now that she was about to, it felt surreal.
“Condom?” he asked.
She shook her head. “No.”
With Evan tracking her every movement, she crawled up his legs on hands and knees, stopping briefly to give his erect cock a full-length lick with her tongue, making him groan. She then moved into position, straddling his hips, and as she grabbed his cock with one hand, told him, “I lied earlier.”
“About what?” Evan asked, his voice slightly breathless.
“When I said I wasn’t going to dwell on who came before. I was actually thinking about how much I’d like to punch those men at the club you’d had sex with.”
He smiled. “That’s the main reason I wanted to fight that drummer on New Year’s.”
Now smiling herself, Jules angled his cock so she could sink down on it, and as she did, they both sighed in satisfaction.
It wasn’t lost on Malcom this was mirroring her first time with him, and he sort of appreciated that, even though it likely wasn’t on purpose, because she just really liked being on top.
As Jules and Evan established a nice, easy rhythm, she leaned forward and braced her hands on his chest, and he immediately covered her hands with his. Closing his eyes for a moment, he whispered, “You were worth the wait.” Then, opening his eyes, he caught Malcom off to the side, watching them as he removed his own clothes. “You both were.”
“So were you,” Malcom returned, before climbing onto the bed and settling behind Jules, in the space between Evan’s legs. His knees were slightly raised, to give Jules some extra support on her downward strokes, and it provided Malcom with enough room to play.
The second Evan felt fingers tickling his balls, he jerked and cried out, “Fuck!”
Jules stopped, thinking something dreadful had happened. “What’s wrong?”
“Mal’s playing with my balls.”
“That’s why you screamed like a little girl? Because Mal’s playing with your balls? Jesus, I thought you were dying—”
“I didn’t scream like a little girl—fuck!” Evan cried out again, as his ball sac was squeezed, then began to get massaged.
With Jules on him, he wasn’t in a position to get Malcom to stop, and when Evan tried to close his legs, he was blocked by Malcom parked in between them. With no way tophysically keep him from rubbing Evan’s balls and running a thumb up and down the underside of his shaft each time Jules rose up, Evan was in a pretty compromised situation.
“Fucking stop,” he demanded, trying to sound threatening, but even to his own ears, sounded more like … a little girl.
Jules glanced over her shoulder at Malcom and mouthed, “Don’t stop.”
With an innocent smile, Malcom shook his head, letting her know he had no intention of stopping, nor had it even occurred to him.
Jules began moving again, this time tilting her pelvis so that she could rub her clit against Evan’s trimmed pubic hair, with the exact amount of pressure needed to achieve orgasm. As she felt the rise, she bent and took Evan’s mouth in a hard kiss, and as their tongues met, her orgasm began rolling through her. With a long, drawn-out groan, her body locked up in delicious pleasure, and as Evan tried to hold back, Malcom began squeezing and massaging Evan’s balls with more vigor, pushing him into his own orgasm.
Along with a loud groan, Evan also released several expletives aimed directly at Malcom, who barely noticed, as he was transfixed by the sight of Evan’s hips rising through each ejaculation and the feel of his balls as they tightened and contracted in Malcom’s hands.
When it was over, and Jules gently pulled away from Evan, Malcom stopped her from getting off the bed and going into the bathroom. Sliding his fingers underneath her to her clit, he began rubbing her, even as he felt Evan’s semen coming out of her. “One more time?” Malcom asked softly.
He’d come up right behind her, so she could feel his erection pressed against her left butt cheek, bringing into sharp focus the fact there were two men in her life now, and double-headers would be a thing, at least once in a while, anyway. As she looked at him over her shoulder, his hungry expression had her drawing in a quick breath, and unbelievably she was ready to go again.
Nodding, she asked, “Do you want me to … clean up a little?”
“No. I want you as is.”
For some reason, that turned her on even more. Who knew he had a bit of a dirty side? “Okay.”
