“Like this?” he asks, pulling my panties to the side and entering a finger inside me, hooking it up until he’s hitting my g-spot.
“Yes. God, yes.”
I feel a hard slap against my thigh, and I snap my eyes open to meet his. Breathless, I ask, “What was that for?”
“What have I told you before? My name, babe, only ever my name when I’m fucking you. It’s all me.”
I narrow my eyes at him. “Are you serious right now?” I huff.
“Very much so.”
Before I can tell him how ridiculous he’s being, he lowers his lips and sucks my clit into his hot mouth. I squeal, but then moan as he flattens his tongue and runs it down my centre and up again. His tongue circles my clit, and I cry out when he slips it inside of me, his thumbs keeping me wide open for his hungry mouth.
The sound of his pleasure echoes on my pussy, and I squeeze my knees either side of his face, unable to hold my orgasm any longer. “I’m so close. So, so close,” I cry, and just as I’m about to beg him for more, a loud knock echoes in our room.
“Prez? Man, you in there?”
“Fuck.” Quill growls, removing his mouth from me. “What the fuck do you want?” he yells through the door as he licks his wet lips.
“Prez, we really have to talk, it’s important.”
I recognize the voice; it’s Trigger. I raise myself onto my elbows. Quill stands up and wipe my juices off his lips with the back of his hand. “Sorry, baby, just give me a sec.”
I nod my head. I’m too afraid to say anything because if I do, I’m going to beg him to get rid of Trigger and finish what he started.
Quill heads toward the bedroom door, and I quickly jump under the comforter to cover my nakedness. But Trigger doesn’t get a chance to see me anyway. Quill opens the door, exits, and shuts it behind him. I can hear Quill all but yelling at Trigger for interrupting us, and I laugh, knowing how pissed he must be to be doing that. I’d hate to be in Trigger’s shoes right now.