Maisie
My body clenched and seized at the same time as the pleasure claimed me. I cried around Jericho, forgetting all about my irritation as they both found a rhythm, a wicked one.
I had no control over how Quinlan took me. Or how Jericho used my mouth, and my throat. Trying to wrestle for some, I hollowed my cheeks around the latter, my tongue curling as I took him in. But all it did was make me wetter, hotter, and I lost myself in it.
I fixed my gaze on Jericho as he hit the back of my throat and I moaned, the vibration earning a sharp hiss from him.
"Good god," Jericho grunted, throwing his head back for a moment, his hips bucking.
The bed groaned under us, and I knew it wouldn't hold.
Jericho and Quinlan must've had the same thought because Jericho pulled out of me and Quinlan's arm banded around my waist, lifting me off the bed.
