All the while, Quin talked.
He murmured endearments—how much he loved her, how glad he was Theo was back, how lucky he was to have both of them in that moment. He grunted exclamations, usually when she felt Theo’s mouth move away from her for a split second, most likely to kiss or lick at Quin’s flesh. He ground out orders, telling Theo to bite Annie’s thigh, telling Annie to slap at Theo’s ass. He knew exactly what to tell them to drive them to new heights, spiraling with them with his quickening pace.
Theo broke first. Annie felt his balls tighten against her fingertips, his erratic breath flow over her folds. He thrust to meet her mouth, driving past her tongue and into her throat without waiting for invitation. When he began to shoot, he cried out, and his mouth clamped around her cl
