Page 93 of The Holy Grail

Mirror, mirror, on the wall ...

On Monday, since Jules wasn’t able to take time off and Evan was spending the day doing inventory at Three Amigos, Malcom left work at noon so he could be home when his furniture was delivered.

He showed two of the delivery men where his furniture was to go, then took the other two upstairs to the master bedroom and pointed to where he wanted the mirror to be hung.

He told himself he wasn’t embarrassed, that this couldn’t possibly be the first mirror they’d installed to overlook a bed …

and even if it was, so fucking what? This wasn’t hurting anyone, and he’d never see either of these men again … and even if he did, so fucking what?

It helped a little.

Jules arrived before it was finished, which was taking longer than expected.

“How’s it going?” she asked, putting her arms around him.

“It was going fine the last time I checked,” he replied. “It’s taking longer than they thought, which is why they’re still here. I think they’re close to being done, though.”

Grabbing herself a glass of wine, she started heading out of the kitchen.

“Where are you going?” Malcom called after her.

“To check out the progress.”

He quickly caught up with her on the stairs. “Are you sure?”

“Yes.” She stopped to take a drink of wine, and looked at him over the rim of her glass. “Why are you being weird? ”

“I was just thinking you might be …” he trailed off.

“What? Embarrassed because we’re having a giant mirror hung on our wall?”

“Maybe.”

“Nope.”

“I should have known you wouldn’t be.”

Because they were on different steps, they were eye to eye as Jules asked, “Are you embarrassed about it?”

“I’ve been trying not to be, but there is a part of me that’s feeling a little embarrassed because obviously they know we aren’t having it hung so we can watch ourselves sleep.”

She pressed a soft kiss to his lips. “There’s that shyness again.”

Then, after smiling at him, she continued up the stairs.

Once in the bedroom, Malcom was glad to see the two men appeared to be done with the installation of the mirror, and were gathering up all their tools.

He was less glad, however, when he saw the younger of the two men checking Jules out, and apparently liked what he was seeing.

In her red, cowl-necked blouse, charcoal-gray pencil skirt, and heels, she looked both polished and sexy, and that was before her face lit up when she saw the mirror on the wall.

“It looks perfect,” she exclaimed.

“Enjoy,” the younger man said to Jules as the older man had Malcom sign the paperwork verifying delivery and installation.

After scribbling his signature, he took the men downstairs while Jules stayed behind, and when Malcom returned, he found her lying naked on the bed, looking at herself in the mirror, with hands above her head, knees slightly raised, legs spread.

He gazed at her for a long moment, then began removing his own clothes while she watched.

Once he, too, was naked, he climbed onto the bed and positioned himself so his balls were resting on her pussy. “That young guy was quite taken with you,” he said, as he began a rhythmic, up and down stroking of his shaft, making his balls gently rub against her clit.

Jules made a humming sound at the stimulation, and glanced over at the mirror to enjoy the visual side view of what he was doing, then arched slightly to feel his balls more firmly.

He was growing flushed and she could tell from his expression, and the speed of his strokes, that he was nearing the end.

“Spread yourself with your hands,” Malcom told her hoarsely, pulling back a little.

Her gaze locked with his, she put her hands down between her legs and spread herself open for him. A moment later, she saw—and then felt—him come on her, warm streams of semen splashing onto her pussy. He groaned, and continued to squeeze himself until he was finished.

He appeared to be a little shocked as he looked down at his come on her.

The fact he had basically marked her, in obvious response to the young man who had been checking her out, made her feel oddly owned and cherished. “He was a child,” she said softly.

“Doesn’t change how he made me feel,”he said, before breaking out in a smile. “I feel better now, though.”

“I’m glad you do, but now I’m all dirty.”

“Did someone say ‘dirty’?” Evan asked from the doorway, before coming into the room.

He was wearing one of the new Polo bar shirts, with ‘Three Amigos’ stitched on the upper right chest, and after nodding in approval at the new mirror, he then turned his focus to the two on the bed.

“Nice work,” he murmured, giving Malcom a kiss, “but I feel like something’s missing. ”

Quickly undressing, Evan took Malcom’s place, straddling Jules and bending forward, using one forearm to support himself as he kissed her, while his free hand went to his cock. He’d barely gotten a good grip on it when she gasped into his mouth, prompting him to pull back and ask, “What is it?”

“Mal’s … fingers …”

“Hmm, what’s he doing with them?”

“He’s working my clit …” She gasped again. “And my G-spot. Oh, God.”

With Malcom now firmly pressed against Evan’s ass, he resumed kissing Jules, this time thrusting his tongue in her mouth as he began to stroke himself with a hard, punishing rhythm.

It didn’t take long for Evan to approach orgasm, nor did it take Jules long. As her body locked up underneath him, he reared back enough so he could come on her breasts, decorating her pale skin with streaks of semen, a few drops of which landed on her nipples, because his aim was top notch.

When he was done, he leaned back against Malcom’s chest, and they both looked down at her.

“Now, she’s dirty,” Evan said with satisfaction, noting she had also squirted a little.

Jules glanced over at their reflection in the mirror and released a deep sigh of happiness. “Look at us.”

“Look at us,” Evan and Malcom repeated together.