Page 195 of The Holy Grail
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?”
“Itisnecessary, 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.
