Page 66 of The Holy Grail

Two firsts in one night

Despite the fact Jules felt like hammered shit, she couldn’t wait to see what happened next.

She’d never been one to watch a lot of porn, but that didn’t mean she didn’t understand the appeal—because she did—and could appreciate the erotic stimulation of watching sex, even if it was scripted.

However, now that she was going to have a live-stream right in front of her, starring two hot men that also happened to belong to her, the understanding and appreciation was taking on a whole new depth.

She knew it was going to be visually stunning ... because how could it not be?

Not to mention the added bonus of it being Malcom’s first blow job from a man.

While Mal was taking off his clothes, Evan briefly left, and when he returned he had a towel, a spoon, and a container of coconut oil in his hands, the latter giving Malcom and Jules pause.

“Coconut oil?” they both asked.

“I actually prefer it to regular lube,” Evan explained. “It’s natural and is actually really good for your skin. Plus, it provides just the right amount of … glide.”

“How long have you been using coconut oil for sexual purposes?” Jules wanted to know.

“Not that long. I found out about it from David.”

“The night of the handcuffs?”

“Yes. ”

“What’s the night of the handcuffs?” Malcom asked.

While spreading the towel down on the couch and motioning for Malcom to get comfortable, Evan shared the story about David’s lingam massage that had gone awry, resulting in Evan having to come to his friend’s rescue—a moment which would live in infamy—and when he was done, he told Malcom, “I’m adding a lingam massage to the list of your ‘firsts’ I want. ”

Malcom blinked at him. “Okay. But no handcuffs.”

After agreeing to no handcuffs, Evan threw a pillow onto the floor and knelt down between Malcom’s legs, spreading them wide.

Then, after scooping some coconut oil out of the container with the spoon, Evan rubbed it into his hands until he liked the consistency, and firmly gripped Mal’s cock.

At that first contact, his eyes widened, and he seemed a little confused as to why Evan then proceeded to do … nothing.

“My technique for giving head might be a little different from what you’ve experienced in the past,” Evan said.

“First, I like to make it last as long as possible, which is really just a nicer way of saying orgasm denial. You’re probably going to love it and hate it in equal measure, and probably love and hate me in equal measure, but going through the pain to get to the pleasure will be worth it.

Trust me.” Then, as if thinking he should maybe phrase it differently than a demand, he asked, “Do you trust me?”

Slowly, Malcom nodded, although his expression was a tad uncertain, since he’d never gotten a blow job that came with a warning before.

“Good. Now, by the end, you might be begging me to let you come. However, I will only let you come when I want you to, and you can call me every name in the book—and believe me, I’ve heard them all—but they will have zero effect on me.” Evan paused, before repeating, “Do you still trust me?”

Malcom nodded again.

“Good. There are times when you might feel overwhelmed, and I need you to let me know if you’re feeling too overwhelmed, like you legit can’t take anymore, so I can get to know your real limits.

I want to push you a little, but not too much, if you get my drift.

I also want you to let me know if I’m too rough, all right? ”

“All right.”

Jules took in the picture of a fully clothed Evan on his knees before a naked Malcom, and wondered if Evan had a kink about being fully dressed while the other person was naked .

When Evan started to play with Malcom’s balls, he almost immediately said, “Ease up a little. My balls are really sensitive.”

“Really? I’m going to have so much fun with that,” Evan murmured, gentling his strokes. “I love sensitive balls.”

Malcom closed his eyes. “That’s perfect.”

“You never told me your balls were sensitive,” Jules said.

Malcom opened his eyes long enough to glance over at her and reply, “That’s because you don’t have hands like a lumberjack and you were handling them as if they were made of glass ... so it never came up.”

Instead of being offended by Malcom’s description of his hands, Evan simply continued what he was doing.

Leaning as far forward as she could without falling off the loveseat, Jules found herself torn between watching Evan work his magic and watching Malcom’s face as he got lost in the experience …

so much that she was slow to realize Malcom had his arm stretched out toward her, his hand palm up in a silent invitation to join him on the couch.

Jules quickly took him up on it, curling against his side. “Are you good?” she whispered to him.

“I’m good … especially now that my balls are being treated with a little respect.”

Evan gave Malcom a pointed look. “The last man to annoy me this much didn’t get to come for three hours.”

“Three … hours?” Malcom’s eyes widened.

Evan chuckled. “Just kidding. It was more like one hour, but to him it felt like three, so you might want to keep that in mind when lobbing insults at me.”

Apparently finished with the warm-up, Evan tilted the cock in his hand toward his mouth. Then, eyes locked on Malcom, Evan licked the drop of pre-come off the tip, before taking the entire head into his mouth and sucking.

Malcom’s exhale was immediate and harsh, followed by a low, “Oh, Jesus,” when his cock was then taken deep by Evan.

Finding herself becoming aroused, Jules turned Malcom’s head and kissed him, hard and rough, her aggression fueled by Evan sucking up and down Malcom’s length in a punishing rhythm. She nipped at his lips, absorbing every groan he made into her mouth, which only turned her on even more .

Evan sucked until Malcom said he was going to come and then Evan calmly stopped the orgasm by gripping tight and pressing his thumb right under the flared head of Malcom’s cock. “No, you’re not.”

After several moments, when it became clear the storm had passed, Evan said, “See?”

It was after the third time this happened, that Malcom started to break. “Can you … I’m starting to feel overwhelmed.”

Releasing his cock, Evan asked, “Overwhelmed, as in you can’t mentally handle any more, or overwhelmed as in you just really want to come?”

“Both.”

Evan’s hand stroked up and down in a now-leisurely rhythm. “How bad do you want to come? On a scale of one to ten?”

“I don’t know. A … ten?”

“I think it’s more like a six,” Evan said, as if scolding a petulant child. “I feel like you’re being—” he broke off to search for the correct word and found himself able to recycle a previous Word-of-the-Day, “—an equivocator right now.”

“A what?”

“A liar.” With a disappointed shake of his head, Evan muttered, “And you call yourself a lawyer.”

Ignoring the lawyer comment, Malcom said, “Then why not just say I was being a liar? Smaller words are easier to comprehend when you’re in the middle of getting a blow job.”

“Because that’s probably not a Word-of-the-Day,” Jules explained, as she reached out to play with Evan’s hair.

“Word-of-the-Day?”

“It’s an app.”

Malcom digested that. “Okay, fine, I was being an equivocator, but only because I really want to come. I’m begging you.”

Seemingly pleased, Evan said, “That took longer than I thought it would, but the answer is ‘no’.” He then gently patted Malcom’s thigh. “I’ll let you come soon, though.”

Jules couldn’t help but be impressed with Evan’s edging skills. Compared to him, she was an amateur. “You really are three kinds of trouble, aren’t you?” she asked him, only to angle her head so Malcom couldn’t see as she mouthed to Evan, “I really like it.”

“Wait until I do this to you,” Evan mouthed back.

After stopping two more times Evan told Malcom, “I’m going to let you come this time. ”

“Thank you,” Malcom muttered, with a decent layer of sarcasm.

“You’re welcome,” Evan replied magnanimously. “Now how do you want it?”

His brain neurons not firing on all cylinders, Malcom stuttered, “How do I want it?”

“How do you want to come?”

“How do I want to come? What kind of a question is that?”

“Coming isn’t just about release. It’s part of the pleasure—possibly the most important part, one might say—and should be given consideration. You like to fuck in different ways, so you should think about coming in different ways.”

Malcom rolled his head back, trying to focus, because apparently he was expected to be able to critically think right now, despite the fact he was all but being tortured by a sadist. “I’ll just come in the usual way.”

“Wrong answer.” Evan slowed his motions once again. “Okay, so unfortunately, that means I can’t let you come this time,” he said, causing Malcom to groan so loud, Evan almost felt sorry for the man. Almost. “You can come this next time, providing you can make a decision.”

Malcom muttered something that sounded suspiciously like, “You’re such an asshole,” which Evan chose to overlook for the moment, mainly because it was one of the least offensive things he’d ever been called.

Then, a little more clearly, Malcom said, “Jesus fucking Christ, I can’t think right now.

Give me a few options and I’ll pick one of those. ”

“I can stroke you off so you come on yourself, or you can jerk yourself off and come on me—” at that Malcom raised his head, looking intrigued, which pleased Evan. “Or, you can come in my mouth.”

Evan then began all but deep-throating Malcom’s length, and this time his rise to orgasm was swift, causing him to fall back against the couch once again as his spine began to tingle.

“Oh, Jesus, man,” he blurted out, only to realize he’d never given Evan an answer (and terrified he might stop again, which had to be avoided at all costs), Malcom called out, “Your mouth. Fuck, your mouth,” because he honestly didn’t have the energy to jerk himself off.