Page 63 of The Holy Grail

All about the fuckery

“Dinner was delicious,” Evan said, leaning back in his chair, looking relaxed and content.

“Yes, it was,” Jules agreed. “My compliments to the chef.”

“Thank you,” Malcom said. “I’m glad you liked it, but steak is relatively easy to prepare. I mean it’s pretty much all in the rub.”

“The rub?” Evan asked.

“The seasonings you rub into the meat.”

It took a second for Malcom to realize he’d just lobbed a pretty decent innuendo, and when he did, the expression he always wore when he was trying to not appear awkward (but wasn’t quite able to pull it off) settled over his face, making Jules chuckle.

Did she feel sorry for him? A little bit.

But could she still be totally amused? Absolutely.

It was definitely one of those moments when she marveled that the man who could be surprisingly bashful was also the same man who had worked her G-spot over like a pro.

Evan opened his mouth, obviously intending to capitalize on the moment, but Malcom shook his head. “Not one word.”

“Not even one?”

“No. You’re not allowed to say a single word about ‘rubbing’ or ‘meat’ or ‘rubbing meat’, or anything like that.”

“But what if I want to know all about your rubbing technique?” Evan protested .

Malcom pursed his lips, but was obviously trying to keep from laughing. “No.” Turning to Jules, he asked, “What did you call him today?”

“A thirteen-year-old boy, trapped in the body of a thirty-five-year-old man,” she answered helpfully, only to correct herself. “Sorry, a thirty- six -year old man.”

Malcom pointed to Evan. “That’s definitely you.”

Instead of being even remotely offended, Evan shrugged good-naturedly as he stood and took his plate to the sink. “I am who I am.”

“Yeah, I’m starting to get that.”

Evan wrapped his arms around Malcom and gave him an affectionate smirk before dropping a fairly robust kiss on his lips. “Too late to back out now,” Evan murmured, before pulling away.

“I know,” Malcom muttered in response, as if he’d just realized he was stuck in a timeshare contract he would never be able to get out of.

With a smile, Jules got to her feet and began helping Evan gather plates and silverware, then took it all to the sink, where Malcom rinsed everything and loaded it into the dishwasher.

Once the table was cleared, Evan went to Jules and whispered something in her ear, to which she whispered something back.

Then, after a quick kiss, Evan left the kitchen.

Malcom, in the process of washing a pan in the sink, said, “So, I guess whispering is okay when you do it?”

She patted his cheek. “That’s right.”

He continued to scrub the pan, as if it needed to be extra clean, before finally asking, “So, what’s the big secret?”

“You’ll see.”

Finally done with the pan, he ran it under hot water. “Well, it can’t be about a red flag, because I don’t have any.”

Jules smiled at the bold claim as she took the pan from him and began drying it with a towel. “I can’t tell you. It’s supposed to be a surprise.”

“A surprise you and Evan cooked up together?”

“Yes.”

He considered that in silence for a moment. “What if I don’t like it? Because as a rule, I’m not a huge fan of surprises because you never know what it’s going to be.”

“I’m ninety-nine percent sure you’re going to like this one.”

“What if I don’t? ”

“Then you don’t.” She tugged on his shirt and brought him in for a kiss. “But you will.”

As Jules brought Malcom upstairs to his master bath, the sound of running water immediately gave away the ‘surprise’.

“A bath,” he said.

“Yes.”

Inside the bathroom, there was a healthy amount of bubbles already forming in the tub, as well as abundant steam, making the air a little dense.

There were also several candles scattered around the room—a few on the vanity counter, and a few on the tub surround—giving off a romantic glow and the subtle scent of sandalwood.

It felt like being in a cocoon.

Seeing the effort Evan had put into this, Malcom could appreciate the gesture and was touched by it, especially knowing the bubble bath and the candles had to have been brought in just for this occasion.

“What do you think?” Jules asked Malcom.

“I like it. A lot,” he replied.

“Good,” Evan said. Then, with exaggerated seriousness, he added, “Now, just so there’s no confusion, this bath is all about the fuckery, not relaxation.”

“Of course.”

Malcom then surprised both Evan and Jules by immediately starting to remove all of his clothes. Within seconds, he was completely naked and stepping into the tub for the first time ever, which struck him as perfect, to be doing this with these two people.

The moment filled his chest with exhilaration, and as he sank into the water, he sighed with pleasure at the perfect temperature, before shutting off the water and activating the jets.

He then positioned himself in one of the corners, stretching his arms out onto the tile surround (being careful of the candles), and fixed his attention on Jules and Evan .

Jules, who had watched Malcom in all his glory hop into the tub—because it was a no-brainer to check out a naked man—was a little taken aback to find Evan watching her, instead.

It took her a moment to remember the two men had previously seen each other without clothes on, but this was the first time for her and Evan, and it suddenly made her feel a sense of complete empowerment like she’d never experienced before.

She figured it was partly because of Evan and his intense expression, but it was also because Malcom was just a few feet away, observing it all with both enthusiasm and anticipation.

Seeing how much he was into this, Jules started removing her clothes.

With two pairs of eyes on her now, she was deliberate in her movements, but not in a teasing way, as she stepped out of her sandals, shed her jeans and shirt, then her bra (which had been worn for going to the movies) and panties.

When she was finished, the only sound in the room was the sound of the jacuzzi jets, until Evan spoke.

“I’ve imagined this many, many times,” he said softly, coming to stand in front of her. “And the reality is much better.”

“How much better?”

He gently tickled her nipples, making her shiver. “Well, I pictured these being a little smaller—”

“Smaller?”

“Because your breasts are small.”

“Breasts?”

“Give me a break. I’m trying to be romantic, here,” he scolded her. “Bigger nipples are better, though, because they’re much easier to suck when you can really latch on to them. Not to mention easier to … nibble.”

His words were conjuring up pretty graphic images in her head, all of which she was enjoying … until he sank to his knees, gripped the backs of her thighs with his hands, and pressed his face in between her legs, which immediately refocused her thoughts with the force of a sledgehammer.

“I also pictured you bare, because that seems to be the norm nowadays, but I’m glad you’re not, since I prefer a little bit of carpet,” he murmured, before taking a deep breath, as if inhaling her scent.

“I, uh, don’t like to shave, because … razors near my—” she broke off as she felt his tongue give a long, almost obscenely slow lick from her vaginal opening up to her clit. “My, uh, clit. ”

He immediately began sucking on that body part, making her eyes roll back a little bit.

“And … waxing hurts like a—” she broke off again, this time to release a deep-throated moan.

Her legs started to feel weak, and to stabilize herself, she grabbed his head and held on.

It definitely wasn’t a viable long-term solution, though, especially not when Evan was really starting to go to town on her. “This isn’t going to work like this.”

“Sit down,” he told her, sounding almost frustrated at being disrupted.

In her befuddled state, she actually thought he was referring to the toilet, as if she might take a seat there and then let him continue eating her out.

A second later, however, he was guiding her backwards, and when she felt the side of the tub surround against her calves, realized he meant for her to sit on the wide ledge.

She wasn’t quite prepared for the coldness of the ceramic-tiled surface as her ass came in contact with it, nor was she prepared for the solid warmth of Malcom’s chest at her back a moment later.

Evan wasted no time spreading her legs and diving in again.

His velvet tongue had Jules’ head falling back on Malcom’s shoulder (thank God he was there), as she surrendered to each firm stroke and diabolical swirl.

The moment she felt his hands coming around to cup her breasts was truly a wonder, as the dual assault doubled her pleasure.

Shit had gotten very real, very quickly.

She’d previously given some thought as to how it would be when the three of them were together, but imagining it and experiencing it were totally different things.

The experience was more erotic than she thought it would be—not to mention more overwhelming—to be the recipient of two sources of sexual attention, especially when each one was very pleasurable.

Malcom’s fingers on her nipples sent electric tingles down to her clit, which made what Evan was doing even more intense, and that was before he eased two fingers inside her.

As soon as that happened, and she felt him start massaging her G-spot, her back arched, and her climb to orgasm became a sprint, not a marathon.

Malcom noticed the change right away. “Is he hitting your G-spot?”

Instead of answering verbally, because that seemed to be beyond her capabilities at the moment, Jules gave a quick nod.

“I can see everything he’s doing,” he whispered in her ear. “It’s hot as fuck.”

His words had her glancing down, and the sight of Evan’s mouth on her clit and his fingers moving in and out of her pussy, coupled with the knowledge she and Malcom were both watching it in glorious technicolor, was almost too much.

“Are you going to gush for him, too?” Malcom asked .

At that, Evan raised his head, and Jules groaned at the absence of his tongue. “She squirts?”

“She did for me,” Malcom replied. “It was a first for her, but it didn’t take much work to get her there.”

Mumbling something that sounded like, “Praise Jesus,” Evan lowered his head again, and within a minute Jules’ breathing started coming in shallow bursts. As she began rolling into a fairly intense orgasm, her entire body tensed up, and she shoved both hands into Evan’s hair to hold him in place.

For Malcom, witnessing her coming undone by another man was not the experience he’d had with his wife.

This time it was a stunning sight to behold, and it both filled his heart with emotion and made his cock hard as steel, especially when Evan covered her pussy with his mouth, clearly swallowing as she ejaculated into his mouth, his groans loud as they filled the air.

Even though Malcom had only been a witness, when it was over he felt almost as drained as Jules, as she slumped against him like a rag doll.

Evan rose up to kiss her firmly on the mouth, after which he told her softly, “That was perfection,” before standing all the way up and quickly removing his clothes.

By the time he was naked, Malcom had gotten Jules into the tub and the two of them gazed at Evan, both enjoying the view.

Once Evan was in the tub, he didn’t even get a chance to sit down before he was being pulled over to straddle Malcom, who immediately kissed Evan while reaching down into the water to take his cock in hand.

Holding Evan’s gaze, Malcom began to stroke up and down, but after less than a minute, Evan reached down and adjusted Malcom’s hand so it was holding both of their cocks.

“That’s better,” Evan said.

“I’ve never done this,” Malcom murmured. “Am I doing it right?”

“You’re doing great.”

For the most part, the two men simply looked at one another, sharing an occasional kiss, and sometimes groaning in tandem. As they got close to coming, Evan rested his forehead against Malcom’s, their heavy breathing in sync.

The orgasm hit Evan first, and he released a low, throaty moan that was overlapped by Malcom’s as he came shortly after .

“I’ve wanted to know what your hands felt like for so long,” Evan said softly, when it was over and his breathing was back to normal. “Every time I was with you and Gwen, I wanted you. Every time I came, I came thinking of you.”