Page 115 of The Holy Grail

Are you ready to top?

When Jules got home thirty minutes later, she found Evan and Malcom in the master bedroom, lying naked on the bed, kissing.

She watched for a moment from the doorway, but didn’t linger too long as there were more important things to do.

After getting undressed, she joined them on the bed and had zero complaints when she was pushed onto her back by Malcom, who then took up residence between her legs, while Evan started kissing her.

Because she was fairly primed from the FaceTime call, she knew it would only be a matter of minutes before she was coming, and was almost there, when Malcom stopped.

As her orgasmic rise took a dive, Evan stopped kissing her, leaving her to sputter, “No one gave the order to stop—”

She broke off as it became clear the men were switching places, sharing a quick kiss as they passed one another.

This went on for almost thirty minutes, with one man bringing her to the brink, only to pull back and trade spots with the other man, and as far as edging went, it was top notch.

So was her orgasm when she was finally allowed to have one.

Afterward, Evan took Malcom’s face and said softly, “Are you ready to top?”

Jules, still in her blissful cocoon, was slow to understand what Evan was asking, but when she did, she popped up with impressive speed .

“Really?” Malcom asked, his expression both uncertain and excited.

Evan’s answer was immediate. “Really.”

Malcom ran his eyes along Evan’s entire body, and felt desire for him rise up like a tidal wave.Malcom liked bringing pleasure to Evan, liked bringing him to the brink, then over, and the part which wanted to know what it would be like to do it from the top made the final decision for Malcom.

“I’m ready,” he said.

After a long look to gauge his sincerity, Evan got off the bed and grabbed the lube, a latex glove, and a condom. He then got back on the bed and set everything next to Malcom.

“It’s been a while,” Evan said, “but I don’t want you to hold back once you’re in.”

“What about … plugs?” Mal asked, noticing there was no mention of them, and Evan hadn’t grabbed any.

“I don’t want to use them.”

“But you said it’s been a while—”

“I know, but I kind of like it a little rough.”

“You do?”

Evan nodded, his face flushed. “I like the burn.”

After a brief pause, Malcom, still slightly apprehensive, nodded. “Okay. No plugs.” Then, with a hint of a smirk, he asked, “I’m guessing we don’t need to go over all the ‘rules’ before I pound your ass?”

Jules chuckled.

Evan smiled. “No, because I know what to do. But I’ll be guiding you a little bit this first time, to make it easier for you, okay?”

“Okay.”

Evan got on his hands and knees, and Malcom took his position behind Evan. After rolling on the condom (and noting how strange it felt after not having worn one for so long), Malcom was then instructed to put the glove on and prep Evan with lube.

After applying a liberal amount to his finger as well as Evan’s asshole (to the point where it seemed like overkill) Malcom asked, “Is this enough?”

Evan nodded. “Yes.”

At first, it was a little strange to be inserting a lubed finger into someone’s ass, but when Malcom felt how snug it was, he began to imagine his cock in there, and got a bit more adventurous .

The moment he found Evan’s prostate, and heard him release a low groan, Malcom couldn’t help but smile.

“Sweet spot?” Jules asked as she ran her fingers through Evan’s hair.

“Sweet spot,” Evan confirmed.

It wasn’t long before he told Malcom to stop. “That’s enough prostate work. Too much more and you’ll make me come before you get your cock in there. So … let’s get your cock in there,” Evan said.

Malcom removed his finger, pulled off the glove, and then lined the head of his cock up to Evan’s asshole, the weight of the moment making his breaths short and shallow in anticipation.

He was about to fuck a man for the first time in his life, and while he felt as nervous as he had before losing his virginity with Leah, he also felt love, and a sense of utter rightness.

“When I tell you to push in, you push in,” Evan said, his head tilting down. “Just a little bit though, like an inch, maybe two, then sort of hold it there.”

“Okay.”

A moment later, when he was given the green light, Malcom did as instructed, stopping just a few inches in.

After a moment of stillness, Evan lowered his upper body to the mattress. He then rested his forehead on one bent forearm, his hand grabbing a fistful of blanket, while the other hand went to his cock. “Now start pushing all the way in, slow and steady, while I push back.”

Again, Malcom did as instructed, this time making both men groan—Evan because of the burn, and Malcom because the difference between an ass and a pussy was markedly different.

For one, it was like being inside a tight sponge, rather than a tight, smooth tunnel.

It was also harder to get into, and it was a whole new experience to have to work his way in.

He actually really dug it.

Once he’d bottomed out, his groin flush against Evan’s ass, Evan murmured, “I meant what I said.Don’t hold back.”

Malcom savored the feel of being inside Evan’s body for a few more seconds, before taking Evan at his word and establishing a punishing rhythm, thrusting in and out as Evan pushed back to meet each thrust.

Malcom was hardly aware of Jules kneeling beside him, until she had taken his face in her hands and was kissing him, her tongue teasing his with gentle licks .

From there, she moved behind him, placing her hands gently on his hips, so that each time he snapped back, his flesh met hers.

Jules gazed at them in the mirror, transfixed by the raw coupling, an almost brutal exchange between the two men, which was quite different compared to when Evan had been topping.That had been gentle and careful … and this was not that.

Wanting Malcom to see it as well, she guided his gaze to the mirror. “Watch as you fuck him.”

With his eyes now glued to the visual of him pounding into Evan, it became impossible to last for more than thirty seconds.

As he neared the end, Malcom groaned out a low, almost pained, “I’m coming,” and pushed all the way into Evan, thigh muscles bunching tightly during the intense orgasm and subsequent aftershocks.

Evan, who had been stroking his own cock the entire time, muttered, “Oh, fuck,” and a moment later, achieved his own climax.

Once they’d both come down, Malcom slowly withdrew from Evan, and on slightly unsteady legs, went into the bathroom to dispose of the condom. After returning to the bed, Malcom curled up next to Evan, who was now lying on his stomach, with Jules on his other side.

“Jesus … Christ …” Evan murmured, his breathing back to normal.

“Was that too much?” Malcom asked. “You said not to hold back.”

“It was fucking perfect.” Evan twisted slightly, so he could see Malcom’s face. “How was it for you?”

“It was fucking perfect.”

“Was it everything you thought it would be?”

“I hadn’t given much thought to what it would be like, but it was everything I’d hoped it would be.” Malcom leaned down to kiss Evan’s shoulder. “I’m glad you were my first.”

“Me, too, because I’m a selfish asshole.”

The three of them lay together for several minutes, and then with a smile, Jules pushed herself up. “Why don’t I get a bath ready?”

“Thank you,” Evan told her. “Because I don’t think I can walk, yet.”

Malcom smiled shyly, knowing a wrecked man when he saw one. “You’re welcome.”