Page 148 of The Holy Grail
“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.
Evan hummed his approval, which Malcom felt vibrate over his tortured cock. A moment later, as he felt Jules’ arms wrap around him, she whispered in his ear, “I’ve got you. I love you.”
“I love you, too.”
Evan felt Malcom’s thighs tense up and his hips push forward, at the same time his balls tightened and lifted. Recognizing the signs, Evan squeezed Malcom’s shaft tightlyand pressed his lips around the flared head a few seconds before there was a strong pulse, and the first stream of salty fluid flooded Evan’s mouth. He barely had enough time to swallow before the second stream hit, both punctuated with low, drawn-out groans from Malcom. Each subsequent tremor decreased in strength, coming farther and farther apart, and Evan gently stroked and licked Malcom through them all, until it was over.
Jules kissed Malcom again, this time with more tenderness, absorbing his post-climactic bliss.It was quite odd, not being the reason behind his pleasure, nor coming down from an orgasm with him, and she worried for a moment about feeling jealousy, but it never came.Instead, she felt a combination of euphoria and contentment, even as she murmured, “You know, I think he might be a little better at that than me … I definitely learned a thing or two.”
Feeling pretty proud of himself (Evan took immense pride in his work), he climbed up and straddled Malcom, taking his face in both hands, and after looking at him for a long, heat-filled moment, kissed him deeply, letting him taste himself in Evan’s mouth.
“How do you feel?” Evan asked.
“I’m not sure,” Malcom answered honestly, the flush slowly fading from his skin. “Part of me is wondering how I’ve gone without that my entire life … and part of me is thinking that was borderline torture.”
Evan chuckled. “That’s exactly what I was aiming for.” Then, leaning to the left, Evan put one hand on the back of Jules’ neck and pulled her forward for a kiss, one that was deep, with a teasing play of his tongue against hers. And while he knew she was familiar with Malcom’s taste, she wasn’t familiar with his taste on Evan’s tongue, and Evan felt obliged to change that.
When it was over, the three of them sat with their foreheads pressed together in silence, until Malcom broke it.
“Evan?” he asked.
“What?”
“How hard is your cock right now?”
Rather than answering verbally, Evan took Malcom’s hand and placed it firmly between Evan’s legs. When Malcom started to gently squeeze, Evan quickly halted any further movement. “Take it easy. It’s at critical mass,” he said, his tone completely at odds with the hands-down, worst case of blue balls he’d ever had.
Malcom cleared his throat. “I know I’ve never gone down on a man before, but I was thinking I’d like to … go down on you.”
“You’d like to go down on me?”
“Yes.”
“Are you sure? Because right now you look like someone fucked around with your coffee machine without permission.”
Malcom couldn’t help but chuckle at that—because it was probably accurate—but then turned serious again. “It’s just … what if I’m terrible at it? I don’t want to be terrible at it.”
“No one does, but we don’t start off as experts,” Evan said, understanding that even though Malcom had gone through seven grueling years of college to become a lawyer (even a bad one), the prospect of giving head was still daunting to a fellatio virgin. “We all start off terrible. However, if it makes you feel better, you literally wouldn’t be terrible for very long, because I’m beyond primed. It really won’t take much to get me off, which would normally embarrass me, but right now I couldn’t give less of a shit about.”
When Malcom remained slightly hesitant, Jules stepped in and suggested, “Why don’t we take care of Evan together?”
“Together?” Evan asked, surprised. “Like at the same time?”
“More or less.” She turned to Malcom. “What do you say?”
Since he’d been on the receiving end at one time, he knew exactly what Jules was suggesting, and he nodded, as the picture took shape in his mind. “Let’s do it.”
Having never experienced this himself, Evan found himself evenharderat the thought of two people going down on him, and was more than willing to give it a try. After standing up and shucking off his clothes in record time, he then took a seat on the now vacated couch and waited impatiently while Jules and Malcom got situated on the floor, which honestly seemed to take an inordinate amount of time, a fact Evan’s cock didn’t appreciate very much.
