Page 22 of Cohesion

“Where did you get this?” Quinn asked, eyebrows rising.

“I like to be prepared.”

“For illegal sex?” That thought wasn’t stopping him from ripping open the foiled packet, but it was still a point he needed to make.

“Five hot-blooded males in a relationship, and you don’t think keeping this stuff on you is a good idea?”

Quinn kissed him hard. “I love the way you think.”

“Thought you might.”

Foreplay was Quinn’s favourite part of the process. Getting his fingers and his tongue inside, making his partner squirm before he’d even gotten inside, driving them crazy by making them wait. Unfortunately, he couldn’t drag it out the way he wanted to. This had to be quick and dirty, or they risked getting caught.

“Put it on me,” Quinn said, kissing Peyton once more. He slicked two fingers and slid them into Jericho’s ass, all the way to the third knuckle. He pumped them slowly while Peyton rolled the condom over his aching cock. He circled his cockhead around Jericho’s hole with one finger still inside. He got the outer muscles nice and wet before he slid his cock inside.

Jericho grunted, hands clenched against the side of the desk. Quinn caressed his hip as he slid out and then back in, only giving him so much time to adjust. He’d asked for this, and he knew exactly what a quickie in an office would mean: a hard fuck with only cursory prep.

Peyton coaxed Jericho into a half-standing position, dragging his plain black T-shirt up and over his head. Their lips met the moment it was discarded.

Christ. That was the perfect fucking vision. Quinn tangled his free hand in Peyton’s hair and thrust hard into Jericho, still keeping his finger inside to stretch him out further.

What the fuck were they doing? Every time any of them touched him, Quinn’s mind blanked out, and the only thing that mattered was keeping them there, in his space, on his tongue, against him.

Between the two of them, Quinn hadn’t stood a chance. Christ, he had Jericho bent over in his office, knowing full well the building wasn’t empty, and they had more important things they needed to be doing.

It didn’t matter. All the logic in the world couldn’t stop him. He couldn’t stop himself.

They undid him. Had carved out a place inside him so quickly he still felt raw, with a tender, desperation clawing at him.

“Just like that,” Jericho panted. “Harder. I won’t break.”

Quinn deliberately slowed down. He met Jericho’s annoyed gaze with his own challenge. “I’ll fuck you the way I want to.” He yanked Jericho’s head back by his hair, and Jericho melted against him.

Quinn pressed his lips to the curve of Jericho’s ear. “You like that, don’t you? Being made to just take it.” He rolled his hips. Jericho’s strangled guttural groan went straight to Quinn’s cock. “You wanted me to fuck you here, right over your desk, just like this, and I am. Now you’ll take it, howeverIchoose to give it to you.”

Jericho had been magnetic from the moment that they’d all met. A flirtatious temptation that they’d flocked to, like moths to a flame. He had an aura about him that made Quinn want to wreck him, expose all of the vulnerable parts that he so cleverly hid and disguised.

“Fuck.Yes,” Jericho moaned, eyes closing like he was too drunk on Quinn to keep them open.

He drove into Jericho, again and again, groaning at the tight slide, his finger taking up what little space there was, so he was forced to push his way in each time.

Quinn tugged Peyton to him, kissing him fiercely, mimicking the thrust of his hips.

“Fuck, I’m so close,” Jericho growled.

Quinn kissed Peyton harder, quickening his pace. He shifted his leg, changing his angle and hitting—Jericho cried out loudly, pushing back.Fuck. That was too noisy; if he kept that up, they were bound to be heard, no matter where anyone was in the building.

Quinn wrapped his hand around Jericho’s throat and squeezed lightly. “Shh.”

“Hard to—stay quiet—when you’re—fuckrightthere—”

“Let me help,” Peyton whispered. He covered Jericho’s mouth with his own, swallowing the sounds between them, glimpses of tongue and spit-slick lips. Jericho’s body trembled, hips snapping forward as Peyton jerked him off.

Jericho yelled hoarsely, luckily still muffled by Peyton.

Between Jericho squeezing around him as he came all over his and Peyton’s hands, and the way he and Peyton were so consumed by their kiss, Quinn’s control snapped. He tried to stave it off, but all it took was a few more short thrusts, and he was coming. His body tensed, tremors running through him, shocks of pleasure threatening to bring him to his knees.

Jericho and Peyton pulled him into a three-way kiss. Once they got the right angle it was perfect. Two tongues licked at him, soft lips surrounding him.

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