Page 89 of The Holy Grail

Long live the queen

After pouring three shots of Clooney’s Casamigos Blanco tequila, Evan held up his glass and waited for Jules and Malcom to do the same. When all three glasses were in the air, Evan said, “Here’s to Jules, for putting her ass on the table—and what a nice one it is, too. Long live the queen!”

Jules gave a quick laugh at the toast before clinking her glass against the other two and throwing back her shot, which went down very smoothly.

It wasn’t the first time in her life throwing one back while naked, but it was definitely going to be the most memorable.

Once that bit of pageantry was over, Evan got into ringleader mode and had Malcom lay down near the top of the bed, with Jules kneeling over his face.

“Are you sure this will work?” Jules asked.

“I’m sure,” Evan promised, as he settled in behind her, semi-straddling Malcom. “Trust me.”

“I do.” She took a calming breath and released it. “I’m just … a little nervous about doing this.”

He took her chin and turned it toward him so he could give her a firm kiss. “Don’t be. You’re in good hands.”

“I know, but what if I’m terrible at it?”

“Mal and I will be doing all the work, so don’t worry about that.”

“Okay, then what if you and Mal are terrible at it? ”

Evan chuckled and gave her another kiss. “Jesus, I really do love you. Now, please shut-up and let’s do this.”

Jules chucked as well, before glancing down at Malcom, whose hands were softly caressing up and down the front of her legs, and told him, “Let’s do this.”

“Let’s do this,” he replied.

Evan had Jules lean forward so she was supporting herself by holding onto the headboard, with her ass up, and Malcom moved one of his hands up to her pussy and began to circle her clit with his thumb, almost immediately earning a sigh of pleasure for his efforts.

“So far, so good,” she murmured.

Evan grabbed the smallest plug from the plastic bowl he’d set nearby and quickly covered it with lube, then applied a generous amount to her asshole, making her jump a little, mostly because it was on the cold side.

“Is all of that really necessary?” she asked, truly curious, at what seemed like an excessive amount of lube to be using, as it seemed to be going everywhere.

“Jules?”

At his tone, she smiled. “Yes, Evan?”

“It is necessary, so kindly let me work,” he told her sweetly, making her smile even more. “I know what I’m doing, and I know how much lube to use, which is ‘the more the better’.”

“Okay.”

A few moments later, he murmured, “Here we go,” and then she felt the plug pressing against her, making her involuntarily tense up and stop any penetration. “Relax,” he immediately said.

“I’m trying.”

“No, you’re not.”

“How do you know?”

“Because I’m looking right at your sweet little ass, and I can see how much you’re clenching. So, relax,” he repeated, then for good measure, gave her ass cheek a little slap.

Indignant, she turned her head to give him a dirty look, and as she did, she felt the plug push into her, just enough to make her release a puff of surprised air, partly at the initial burn. “A warning would have been nice.”

“When I warned you the first time, you tensed up, so I thought I’d try it another way. And it worked. ”

Jules forced herself to focus on the magic of Malcom’s fingers, and as he eased two of them inside her, the sigh of pleasure she released this time was much louder.

She instinctively began to bear down on them, and at the same time felt the plug pushing further inside her, although without as much burn.

It was actually becoming quite pleasurable, even if the feeling of being semi-stuffed would take some getting used to.

When the plug was fully seated, Malcom was glad to see Jules appeared to be handling it well, aside from a few tiny frowns, which smoothed out quickly enough.

With his fingers inside Jules, he could feel the plug, and got his first real taste of what it was going to be like when both his and Evan’s cocks were inside her, and Malcom’s anticipation skyrocketed.

“How do you feel?” Evan asked, stroking a hand along her spine, noting that her skin was getting a nice flush to it and her movements were getting more fluid.

“I’m good,” she replied in a breathy voice. “I’m actually … I think I’m pretty close to … coming. Shit, make that very close.”

Evan and Malcom exchanged looks of surprise, because Jules seemed to be way ahead of schedule—she hadn’t even planted herself on Malcom’s face, yet.

Evan began to play with the plug, turning it and moving it forward and backward, increasing the speed, as Jules approached her orgasm and began to really ride Malcom’s fingers in earnest. When she reached the peak and let out a long groan, Evan grabbed the next largest plug from the bowl (also generously lubed) and after easing the smaller one out of her ass, immediately began pressing the other one in, making a lot of headway until her orgasm faded and she realized what was happening.

“Push back,” he ordered.

Forcing herself to relax, she did as she was told. Aside from having a greater sense of being filled, there was no real burn like last time as she accepted the new, larger plug. It felt pretty big, but she couldn’t see it, so she really didn’t know; hopefully it was the size of a cock.

“It’s all the way in,” Evan told her, then asked, “How does it feel?”

“Like I have a bigger plug in my ass.”

“Does it hurt?”

“No.”

“Good.” His hands went to her butt cheeks and squeezed. “We’re going to do this again, only with you on Mal’s face. Sound good?”

Instead of verbally answering, she nodded, and the moment she came in contact with Malcom’s mouth, he began to eat her with enthusiasm.

Since her legs were a little shaky from the first orgasm, she was grateful to have the headboard for support, gripping it with both hands during the dual assault of pleasure they began waging, which was unlike anything she’d ever known.

As Evan semi-fucked her with the butt plug, Malcom once again finger-fucked her while worshipping her pussy with his mouth.

With each sinful swipe of his velvety tongue and rhythmic suck on her clit, she grew closer to another orgasm, and she had a feeling this one was going to be even stronger than the first.

“Oh, God … I’m—” she broke off as she felt herself hit the point of no return. “I’m coming again.”

“Jesus, you’re a marvel,” Evan said from behind her, and normally that would have made her smile or laugh, but she was suddenly in the grip of her orgasm, and everything around her, except for the intense waves of pleasure, receded.

For several long, wonderful moments she rode the waves, until those, too, faded away and she slowly came back to find one of her hands was buried in Malcom’s hair.

He was still gently licking at her, and with regret, she had to make him stop because her trembling legs were about to give out.

With the help of both men, she was repositioned so she was lying on Malcom, who took her face in his hands and began kissing her softly, almost soothingly.

She could taste herself on his lips and tongue, and it was glorious.

“How are you feeling?” he asked.

“I’m … good. Really good. I think the plugs actually made everything more intense.” She paused, then added dryly, “You know, that’s not something I ever thought I’d say.”

He chuckled. “It’s not something I ever thought I’d hear, either.”

From behind them, the sound of a condom wrapper being ripped open alerted them to the fact Evan was getting himself ready.

As he rolled on the condom, he told Jules, “This is probably going to be more uncomfortable than the plugs—and by uncomfortable, I mean it might hurt a little, because the plugs are smaller than my cock. It might even burn, and you’re instinctively going to want to resist me like you did with the plugs, okay?

I’m going to need you to not do that. I’m going to need you to actually really push back against me, relaxing as much as you can.

I don’t want to hurt you, but if I am, let me know immediately.

If you don’t tell me, and I find out I did hurt you—like really hurt you—I will not be happy. At. All.”

She could tell he was serious about this. “I’ll tell you,” she promised, looking back at him .

Carefully, because of the plug still inside her, Jules raised up so she could reach between her and Malcom and take his cock in hand.

Tilting it so the tip was at her entrance, she then slowly eased herself down his length, making him groan at the tight fit—a fit that would be tighter once Evan was inside her.

Evan moved forward and came to rest just behind Jules. “Are you ready?” he asked softly.

She nodded and began taking deep breaths in preparation of taking Evan into her body, as she supported herself on her forearms. The difference between Malcom’s two fingers and his cock was pretty substantial, and she had to assume the difference between a plug and Evan’s cock was also going to be substantial.

She could feel herself starting to tense up everywhere—physically as well as mentally—but Malcom quickly stepped in and took her face in his hands.

“Look at me,” he demanded firmly. “Focus on me.”

Jules blinked several times, and slowly, she was able to do that. As soon as he saw her attention shift from inward to outward, he pulled her face down and started kissing her, deeply and hungrily, sliding his tongue into her mouth.

Jules let him distract her as much as was possible. He kissed her through the removal of the plug, and Evan’s first push into her body, which was more uncomfortable than she’d anticipated, and had her squeezing her eyes shut and groaning against Malcom’s lips.

“I can pull out if you need me to,” Evan offered in a strained voice, although truth be told, he’d only have to work his way back in and they’d be right back where they started.