Page 70 of The Holy Grail

A big fucking bed

“Holy shit,” Evan muttered. “That’s … a big fucking bed.”

Jules had to agree and figured it had come with a big fucking price tag, too—especially with all new bedding—but decided to keep that to herself. Instead, she asked, “How big is it, exactly?”

“Ten feet wide and nine feet long,” Malcom answered. “It’s an Alaskan King Biggie Smalls.”

“When did you do this?” Evan wanted to know.

“I bought it a few days ago, and had it delivered yesterday.”

“It’s the biggest fucking bed I’ve ever seen.”

“Well, we needed more room.” Malcom gave Jules a quick glance. “There’s been a few complaints.”

Ignoring the look, she deadpanned, “Well, thank God they didn’t go unheard.”

“Speaking of complaints,” Evan began, quickly pivoting, “I think we need to re-evaluate who sleeps where, because Jules is the only one who wakes up in the middle of the night to use the bathroom, and she’s not very careful when she climbs over me to get out of bed—”

“Or me,” said Malcom.

“—and she’s not very careful when she climbs over me to get back into bed—”

“Or me.”

“—so I think— ”

“No,” Jules cut Evan off. “I know what you’re going to suggest—”

“That you sleep on the outside?” Malcom asked. “Because I concur.”

Jules shook her head. “That’s a hard ‘no’.”

Evan made a face. “Why?”

She made a face back at him. “Because I don’t like being on the outside.”

“Well, I don’t like being trampled in the middle of the night.”

“Same,” Malcom said.

“Trampling? There’s no trampling.” She gave both men a stern look. “I don’t even know why you’re saying that.”

Evan took a deep breath. “Look, I know you’re smoking hot and all that, but compromise is the cornerstone of all relationships, you know.”

Despite appreciating the ‘smoking hot’ compliment, Jules was more focused on the last part. “That sounds like something David would say.”

“Because it is something he said. And it’s true, which is why I borrowed it from him to use in this particular moment.”

“Well, here’s what I have to say about compromise: the person who’s potentially going to get double-penetrated in the future on a regular basis—okay, maybe not on a regular basis, maybe more like a semi -regular basis—is the one who gets to sleep in the middle of the bed.”

Malcom gave Evan a commiserating, Well, we tried , pat on the shoulder. “She wins.”

“Seriously?”

“I know what side my bread is buttered on,” Malcom said with a shrug.

Seizing the victory, Jules announced, “Now then, with that behind us, I think we should christen this bed, starting with you and me.”

The last part was directed at Evan with a hot gaze, who, after a moment of shocked silence, murmured, “Absolutely,” with a hot gaze of his own.

As Malcom watched the two people he loved most in the world remove each other’s clothes, he felt the energy in the room rise to an almost astonishing level, and he forced himself to hang back, to give them this moment.

It would be their first time together, and as they moved closer and closer to it, Malcom silently moved around, removing some of the decorative pillows and laying a large throw blanket in the middle of the bed.

Jules guided Evan to the bed and gave him a gentle push, indicating she wanted him to lay down. When he settled on the blanket, she took a moment to run her eyes up and down his superb body, which she’d wanted to take a ride on for so long, and now that she was about to, it felt surreal.

“Condom?” he asked.

She shook her head. “No.”

With Evan tracking her every movement, she crawled up his legs on hands and knees, stopping briefly to give his erect cock a full-length lick with her tongue, making him groan. She then moved into position, straddling his hips, and as she grabbed his cock with one hand, told him, “I lied earlier.”

“About what?” Evan asked, his voice slightly breathless.

“When I said I wasn’t going to dwell on who came before. I was actually thinking about how much I’d like to punch those men at the club you’d had sex with.”

He smiled. “That’s the main reason I wanted to fight that drummer on New Year’s.”

Now smiling herself, Jules angled his cock so she could sink down on it, and as she did, they both sighed in satisfaction.

It wasn’t lost on Malcom this was mirroring her first time with him, and he sort of appreciated that, even though it likely wasn’t on purpose, because she just really liked being on top.

As Jules and Evan established a nice, easy rhythm, she leaned forward and braced her hands on his chest, and he immediately covered her hands with his.

Closing his eyes for a moment, he whispered, “You were worth the wait.” Then, opening his eyes, he caught Malcom off to the side, watching them as he removed his own clothes. “You both were.”

“So were you,” Malcom returned, before climbing onto the bed and settling behind Jules, in the space between Evan’s legs. His knees were slightly raised, to give Jules some extra support on her downward strokes, and it provided Malcom with enough room to play.

The second Evan felt fingers tickling his balls, he jerked and cried out, “Fuck!”

Jules stopped, thinking something dreadful had happened. “What’s wrong?”

“Mal’s playing with my balls.”

“That’s why you screamed like a little girl? Because Mal’s playing with your balls? Jesus, I thought you were dying—”

“I didn’t scream like a little girl— fuck !” Evan cried out again, as his ball sac was squeezed, then began to get massaged.

With Jules on him, he wasn’t in a position to get Malcom to stop, and when Evan tried to close his legs, he was blocked by Malcom parked in between them.

With no way to physically keep him from rubbing Evan’s balls and running a thumb up and down the underside of his shaft each time Jules rose up, Evan was in a pretty compromised situation.

“Fucking stop,” he demanded, trying to sound threatening, but even to his own ears, sounded more like … a little girl.

Jules glanced over her shoulder at Malcom and mouthed, “Don’t stop.”

With an innocent smile, Malcom shook his head, letting her know he had no intention of stopping, nor had it even occurred to him.

Jules began moving again, this time tilting her pelvis so that she could rub her clit against Evan’s trimmed pubic hair, with the exact amount of pressure needed to achieve orgasm.

As she felt the rise, she bent and took Evan’s mouth in a hard kiss, and as their tongues met, her orgasm began rolling through her.

With a long, drawn-out groan, her body locked up in delicious pleasure, and as Evan tried to hold back, Malcom began squeezing and massaging Evan’s balls with more vigor, pushing him into his own orgasm.

Along with a loud groan, Evan also released several expletives aimed directly at Malcom, who barely noticed, as he was transfixed by the sight of Evan’s hips rising through each ejaculation and the feel of his balls as they tightened and contracted in Malcom’s hands.

When it was over, and Jules gently pulled away from Evan, Malcom stopped her from getting off the bed and going into the bathroom. Sliding his fingers underneath her to her clit, he began rubbing her, even as he felt Evan’s semen coming out of her. “One more time?” Malcom asked softly.

He’d come up right behind her, so she could feel his erection pressed against her left butt cheek, bringing into sharp focus the fact there were two men in her life now, and double-headers would be a thing, at least once in a while, anyway.

As she looked at him over her shoulder, his hungry expression had her drawing in a quick breath, and unbelievably she was ready to go again.

Nodding, she asked, “Do you want me to … clean up a little?”

“No. I want you as is.”

For some reason, that turned her on even more. Who knew he had a bit of a dirty side? “Okay.”

With Evan underneath her, holding her face in his hands as she resumed hands and knees position, Malcom pushed into her from behind.

He slid in easily, with Evan’s come acting as a lubricant, and Malcom found himself really liking the thought he was pushing some back in, and that it would soon be joined by his .

When Jules let out a long moan, he at first thought it was because of his pounding thrusts, but when she murmured, “Both of you keep doing exactly what you’re doing,” he knew Evan was involved as well, and likely fingering her clit from underneath.

A second later, Malcom felt a few fingers tickle his balls as he pushed into Jules, and it made him jump a little and blurt out a quick, “Fuck!”

“Now what’s going on?” Jules asked, her words coming in quick breaths.

“Evan’s tickling my balls,” Malcom muttered.

“Sounds like karma—” she broke off to release another moan.

“Karma? You thought it was hilarious when I did it to him.”

“And I think it’s hilarious he’s doing it to you. But that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t get a serving of karma for starting all this.”

He might not have been in a position where he couldn’t physically get away from Evan’s nimble fingers, but the only way to avoid them was to essentially stop fucking, which obviously wasn’t an option, so Malcom had to endure each tickle session when he bottomed out and his hips came to rest against Jules’ ass.

The worst part was Evan’s smirk, knowing Malcom was an active participant in his own torture.

It didn’t take long for him to come, and as he gripped Jules’ hips and pushed in as far as he could go, two things happened: it triggered Jules’ orgasm, and Evan grabbed Malcom’s balls and squeezed, wringing another, “Fuck!” from him, and a deep, dark chuckle from Evan.

Once they were all sprawled on the bed, Jules patted the blanket they were all lying on. “We got your nice throw blanket all dirty.”

Malcom lifted one corner, showing them the other side. “It’s actually designed for sex,” he explained. “The backing is waterproof, to prevent ‘liquids’ from leaking through to you know, whatever you’re having sex on, like a couch or a bed.”

“That’s kind of genius … and very practical, what with the two of you and all your ‘liquids’,” Jules pointed out.

Evan turned to his side, propping his head up with his hand. “Um, what about you … Squirt?”

Jules made a face at the nickname that apparently really was going to stick.

“It’s also way bigger than a towel, and it stays in place,” Malcom added .

“Hopefully it’s durable, since it’ll probably be getting washed a lot,” Evan mused, reaching over with his free hand to lightly pinch one of Jules’ nipples, who swatted at his hand.

“I bought six of them.”

“Good thinking. You’ll have to put one downstairs in the living room on that big fucking couch.”

“Already done.”