Page 223 of The Holy Grail
Evan, who’d used the time to roll on a condom and cover himself with a generous amount of lube, nodded. “Good. So I want you to take all of that and apply it to yourself, okay? I’ll obviously be reiterating most of that along the way, but you need to be telling it to yourself, too.”
“Yes, Mr. Malone.”
“Now, I’m going to slowly remove this plug and once it’s out, I’m going to push in, so be ready to do your part.”
From her vantage point beneath Malcom, Jules could tell by his controlled breathing that he was concentrating on relaxing as the plug was removed and also mentally preparing himself for it to be replaced with Evan’s cock. Reaching up, she took Malcom’s face in her hands, and pulled him down the few inches necessary to be able to say against his lips, “I’ve got you,” before kissing him, much like he’d done with her.
She knew the exact moment Evan began entering Malcom’s body, because of the loud groan Malcom released, and she broke off, wanting to be able to watch him experience it. As his blue eyes widened, and his mouth fell partly open, she could feel his quickening breath against her face, and even though he appeared to be experiencing a little discomfort, it didn’t seem to be more than he could handle.
In what seemed likewayless time than it took Evan to burrow into her ass, he was saying with a pleasure-soaked voice, “I’m all the way in.”
“Thank God,” Malcom mumbled.
“Thank God, what?”
“Thank God, Mr. Malone.”
“I’m going to start moving, now.” Evan lovingly rubbed Malcom’s lower back, then the globes of his ass. “Are you ready?”
“Yes, Mr. Malone.”
With everything that was going on, Jules knew Malcom was focused on what he was feeling, so she gently turned his head toward the mirror. “Watch,” she whispered. “Watch as he fucks you.”
Evan began to move slowly at first as he pulled back, then pushed forward, hands firmly on Malcom’s hips to give him time to get used to it, but also to let him watch as another man’s cock moved in and out of him for the first time.
Almost transfixed, Malcom watched Evan’s graceful movements, appreciating the flexing of his abdominals, as well as the bunching of his thigh muscles as he powered into Malcom’s ass. With each thrust tempered by the grip of strong hands on his hips, Malcom began to feel himself take on a role he’d never experienced before—that of the passive lover. Having always been the one to do the fucking, being the one getting fucked was both extraordinary and somehow sublime at the same time. It was like nothing he could have imagined, and as a wave of intense, emotional vulnerability washed over him, his entire body started to tremble in response.
It was almost overwhelming.
Without conscious thought, he began moving back against Evan’s thrusts, watching in the mirror as their bodies met and retreated, over and over. It was almost too much, yet not enough, and as Malcom’s cock began to ache for release, he felt Jules’ hand slide between their bodies and wrap her fingers around his steel-hard length. However, instead of stroking up and down, she simply held on and squeezed, basically letting him thrust into her hand with every forward move he made; it wasn’t nearly as good as being in her pussy, but it provided the much-needed friction to start the climb to an orgasm.
“Oh, Jesus, that’s perfect,” he muttered with a groan. “I’m really close to coming.”
Evan’s thrusts increased in tempo. “So am I.”
A few moments later, as Evan climaxed, it triggered Malcom’s own orgasm with such force his body went from trembling to locked up almost immediately as he came all over Jules’ abdomen and chest in thick streams. When he was finally done, he felt a kiss pressed between his shoulder blades, followed by the release of pressure in his ass as Evan slowly withdrew.
Once that connection was broken, Malcom all but collapsed on top of Jules, as his legs gave way beneath him. Peripherally, he heard Evan gathering the bowl with the plugs and felt the bed dip nearby as he bent down to give a kiss to both Malcom and Jules.
“I’m going to get a bath started,” Evan said.
“Okay,” Jules replied, while Malcom simply nodded.
Once Evan was gone, Jules told Malcom, “You look a little wrecked,” as she brushed his hair away from his flushed, sweaty face. “How do you feel?”
“A little wrecked … but in a good way,” he murmured. “Jesus, that was really intense.”
She nodded in agreement. “It was.”
“Part of it was because you were watching, which added an emotional layer I wasn’t expecting, and part of it was the experience of having sex in a way I’ve never had before.”
“It was really beautiful,” she said, and to her surprise, she felt her eyes prickle with the threat of tears.
He shifted so he could see her entire face. “Yeah?”
“Yeah. The two of you together are extremely hot.”
He gave her a long, deep kiss, packed with tenderness and need. “I love you.”
