Page 197 of The Holy Grail
He released a quick laugh, before telling her, “That’s what I was hoping to hear. Now … when I push in, you need to push back against me.”
As she followed his instructions, the initial bite of discomfort lessened and gave way to the feeling of being stretched and the sensation of being impossibly full.
“We’re almost there,” Evan said.
“Thank God,” Malcom whispered under his breath.
Ignoring him, because he only had to lie there (and how hard could that be?), Jules’ attention stayed on Evan. She assumed he was trying to be encouraging by telling her they were almost ‘there’, but it actually had the opposite effect. “Jesus, are you kidding? How much more of your cock is there?”
“Just an inch. Maybe two.”
“Uh, is it one inch, or two?”
There was a pause. “Three.”
Three more inches?“Jesus, your cock is a lot bigger than the plug, isn’t it?” she muttered.
“Why, thank you,” he returned, as if he’d just received the best compliment ever, and it was making him blush.
Underneath her, Malcom’s body shook with silent laughter, because apparently he thought that was humorous.
“You’ll be dealing with his cock in the near future, so I hope you’re taking notes,” Jules told him, with a little sprinkling of salt.
“I am, and you’re doing great.Sogreat.”
She could see the sincerity and pride in his eyes, and it gave Jules a surge of energy. As Evan began pushing forward again, she took a deep breath and pushed back against him, almost forcefully, her eyes widening and her mouth falling open a little as she felt him sink all the way in.
Holy shit.
Locking gazes with Malcom, Evan said, “I’m in,” with a huge sense of relief. For a moment, he was still, just enjoying the complete, utter perfection of the moment, of the three of them joined together.
“Jesus, I know,” Malcom rasped, taking a deep breath as his balls felt the weight of Evan’s. “Now start moving, because that two minutes you were talking about—maybe three—is starting to feel like it might only be one.”
Evan pulled back slowly, and then pushed back in, feeling the length of Malcom’s cock as he pulled back and they established a slow, slightly uncoordinated rhythm. “Does this hurt?” Evan asked Jules.
“No, but it’s …”
“It’s what?”
“It’s a lot.” She’d thought the previous pleasure was unlike anything she’d ever experienced, but this was beyond that. This was controlled chaos, and as Jules tossed away all remaining vestiges of modesty, inhibition, and feelings of embarrassment (not that she’d ever had them in anything but short supply), she became singularly focused on the two men inside her, and the demanding drive to come. It was all a little overwhelming, her entire body trembling with adrenaline, and her skin feeling like it was on fire, that whenshe began to feel the rise to orgasm for a third time, it was almost unrecognizable. “Oh, shit …”
“Are you going to come again?” Malcom asked, surprised, and yet ... wasn’t. Jules really was a marvel.
Breathing hard, she whispered, “I think so.”
Wanting her to hit the mark one more time, he did his best to help facilitate it by keeping his own orgasm at bay, but simply wasn’t able to do it for long. As he came with a guttural, “Oh, fuck,” he gripped Jules’ hips and held her in place as he pulsed inside her for what seemed like forever. “Oh, my God.”
Now spent, but still inside her, he murmured to Jules, “Lift up a little,” and when she did, he slid a hand in between them and quickly found her clit.
“Just like that,” she told him, as he began to rub in a rhythmic circle, bringing her orgasm closer. “I’m really close.”
“So am I,” Evan replied, not sounding happy about it. “Get ready.”
A few seconds later, Jules felt him pulsing inside her ass, and he announced his own orgasm with a matching, “Oh, fuck,” followed by a long, drawn-out groan.
With Evan continuing to move in and out of her, and Malcom still working her clit, it didn’t take very long before Jules felt the telltale signs she was coming—the rising tide of tingles that spread to all parts of her body, then rushed back to her clit, and then the explosive peak, followed by a slow-motion descent, until she was finally still.
As she collapsed on him in a boneless heap, Evan came to rest on her, sandwiching her in between him and Malcom.
