Page 196 of The Holy Grail
When the plug was fully seated, Malcom was glad to see Jules appeared to be handling it well, aside from a few tiny frowns, which smoothed out quickly enough. With his fingers inside Jules, he could feel the plug, and got his first real taste of what it was going to be like when both his and Evan’s cocks were inside her, and Malcom’s anticipation skyrocketed.
“How do you feel?” Evan asked, stroking a hand along her spine, noting that her skin was getting a nice flush to it and her movements were getting more fluid.
“I’m good,” she replied in a breathy voice. “I’m actually … I think I’m pretty close to … coming. Shit, make thatveryclose.”
Evan and Malcom exchanged looks of surprise, because Jules seemed to be way ahead of schedule—she hadn’t even planted herself on Malcom’s face, yet.
Evan began to play with the plug, turning it and moving it forward and backward, increasing the speed, as Jules approached her orgasm and began to really ride Malcom’s fingers in earnest. When she reached the peak and let out a long groan, Evan grabbed the next largest plug from the bowl (also generously lubed) and after easing the smaller one out of her ass, immediately began pressing the other one in, making a lot of headway until her orgasm faded and she realized what was happening.
“Push back,” he ordered.
Forcing herself to relax, she did as she was told. Aside from having a greater sense of being filled, there was no real burn like last time as she accepted the new, larger plug. It felt pretty big, but she couldn’t see it, so she really didn’t know; hopefully it was the size of a cock.
“It’s all the way in,” Evan told her, then asked, “How does it feel?”
“Like I have a bigger plug in my ass.”
“Does it hurt?”
“No.”
“Good.” His hands went to her butt cheeks and squeezed. “We’re going to do this again, only with you on Mal’s face. Sound good?”
Instead of verbally answering, she nodded, and the moment she came in contact with Malcom’s mouth, he began to eat her with enthusiasm. Since her legs were a little shakyfrom the first orgasm, she was grateful to have the headboard for support, gripping it with both hands during the dual assault of pleasure they began waging, which was unlike anything she’d ever known.
As Evan semi-fucked her with the butt plug, Malcom once again finger-fucked her while worshipping her pussy with his mouth. With each sinful swipe of his velvety tongue and rhythmic suck on her clit, she grew closer to another orgasm, and she had a feeling this one was going to be even stronger than the first.
“Oh, God … I’m—” she broke off as she felt herself hit the point of no return. “I’m coming again.”
“Jesus, you’re a marvel,” Evan said from behind her, and normally that would have made her smile or laugh, but she was suddenly in the grip of her orgasm, and everything around her, except for the intense waves of pleasure, receded.
For several long, wonderful moments she rode the waves, until those, too, faded away and she slowly came back to find one of her hands was buried in Malcom’s hair. He was still gently licking at her, and with regret, she had to make him stop because her trembling legs were about to give out. With the help of both men, she was repositioned so she was lying on Malcom, who took her face in his hands and began kissing her softly, almost soothingly. She could taste herself on his lips and tongue, and it was glorious.
“How are you feeling?” he asked.
“I’m … good. Really good. I think the plugs actually made everything more intense.” She paused, then added dryly, “You know, that’s not something I ever thought I’d say.”
He chuckled. “It’s not something I ever thought I’d hear, either.”
From behind them, the sound of a condom wrapper being ripped open alerted them to the fact Evan was getting himself ready. As he rolled on the condom, he told Jules, “This is probably going to be more uncomfortable than the plugs—and by uncomfortable, I mean it might hurt a little, because the plugs are smaller than my cock. It might even burn, and you’re instinctively going to want to resist me like you did with the plugs, okay? I’m going to need you tonotdo that. I’m going to need you to actually really push back against me, relaxing as much as you can. I don’t want to hurt you, but if I am, let me know immediately. If you don’t tell me, and I find out I did hurt you—like really hurt you—I will not be happy. At. All.”
She could tell he was serious about this. “I’ll tell you,” she promised, looking back at him.
Carefully, because of the plug still inside her, Jules raised up so she could reach between her and Malcom and take his cock in hand. Tilting it so the tip was at her entrance, she then slowly eased herself down his length, making him groan at the tight fit—a fit that would be tighter once Evan was inside her.
Evan moved forward and came to rest just behind Jules. “Are you ready?” he asked softly.
She nodded and began taking deep breaths in preparation of taking Evan into her body, as she supported herself on her forearms. The difference between Malcom’s two fingers and his cock was pretty substantial, and she had to assume the difference between a plug and Evan’s cock was also going to be substantial. She could feel herself starting to tense up everywhere—physically as well as mentally—but Malcom quickly stepped in and took her face in his hands.
“Look at me,” he demanded firmly. “Focus on me.”
Jules blinked several times, and slowly, she was able to do that. As soon as he saw her attention shift from inward to outward, he pulled her face down and started kissing her, deeply and hungrily, sliding his tongue into her mouth.
Jules let him distract her as much as was possible. He kissed her through the removal of the plug, and Evan’s first push into her body, which was more uncomfortable than she’d anticipated, and had her squeezing her eyes shut and groaning against Malcom’s lips.
“I can pull out if you need me to,” Evan offered in a strained voice, although truth be told, he’d only have to work his way back in and they’d be right back where they started.
She actually thought about it, but was determined not to quit. “If you pull out, I’m going to punch you in the balls.”
