Page 57 of Cohesion

He didn’t spend nearly enough time on it before he was lining up his cock. He tried to go slow as he pushed in, but it was a lost cause. It was an unbelievably tight fit, like a vice around his cock, desperately trying to milk everything from him.

Will panted open-mouthed against Jericho’s back, trying so fucking hard to not come right then and there. Jericho wasn’tmaking it easy, being such a sexy fuck without eventrying. He tangled his fingers in Jericho’s hair and yanked his head backward, latching on to the thin skin of his throat.

“Fuck, yes,” Jericho groaned out, Adam’s apple bobbing under Will’s tongue as he spoke. “Fuck me, Will. Hard. I want it.” He swallowed hard, and Will bit down gently. “Ineed it,” he groaned out, mimicking Will’s earlier words.

Will used his hold on Jericho’s hair to hold him as he fucked him hard. He knew he was being too rough, that he was stronger than he looked, and still stood taller than Jericho. He should slow down, calm down, be gentler. He couldn’t. Heat rose in him as his frenzied need became unbearable. He fucked into Jericho so hard that the table rattled, and Jericho’s constant grunts and groans mixed with the sounds of Quinn fucking into Peyton, of Peyton and Sebastian both with cocks down their throats.

Fuckfuckfuck.

There was no way Will was going to last long. Jericho was so fucking tight, and hot, and Will had been on the edge for too long. He drove into Jericho borderline violently, eliciting choking sounds from Sebastian as he took the brunt of the force of Will’s thrusts.

He was being way too fucking rough. But when he tried to slow down, gentle himself, Jericho groaned in frustration and reached behind himself, fingers digging into Will’s hip.

“No,” he panted. “More. It was—perfect, Will.Perfect.” The last word was more of a sighed sound than a spoken word.

Will took his word for it and set up the brutal pace once more. Jericho moved his hips in sync with every thrust, impaling himself on Will and then driving into Sebastian’s mouth, back and forth, over and over.

Peyton moved and lined himself up between Sebastian’s legs. Will met his eyes just as he drove into their lawyer. A red-hot slide of pleasure ran down Will’s front.Fucking hellPeyton wasa sexy motherfucker. Sebastian’s cry was muffled by Jericho’s cock, and Will’s stomach clenched. It was sensory overload, and Will was either going to go mad or come.

Jericho’s ass squeezed around him as he came in Sebastian’s mouth, making Will’s decision for him. His mouth opened against Jericho’s shoulder blade as he groaned, tensing as he exploded.

Will rested his cheek against Jericho’s back as he came down from his high, giving him a perfect view of Peyton and Quinn. Peyton fucked into Sebastian with hard thrusts, Quinn at his back, inside Peyton, controlling them both. Quinn gripped Sebastian’s knee and twisted him, forcing him off Jericho’s dick so he was properly splayed out on the table. He yanked him forward, forcing Peyton deeper inside.

“Fuck.” Sebastian’s voice was raspy from being so thoroughly fucked. He gripped the edges of the table and arched his back as he held on, no choice but to take what Peyton and Quinn were giving to him.

Quinn bit down on Peyton’s neck and then kissed up to his ear. Will barely made out the words over Sebastian’s moans. “Come for me, get him nice and wet so I can use your cum as lube, so he’s dripping with both of us.”

Will’s dick twitched, fingers digging into Jericho’s hips. Jericho chuckled and settled back against Will’s chest, both of them satiated and content to watch. Will shifted and put his arms around Jericho. He kissed the top of his head, breathing in the scent of his hair and getting some in his mouth in the process. He rubbed his lips absently against Jericho’s shoulder to get it out, his focus still mostly on the three men in front of him.

It was still so new to see Peyton from this angle after all these years of it just being the two of them. All these men had crashed into their lives almost at once, and maybe it was unconventional,but Will didn’t regret even a second of it. Peyton had wanted Quinn for years, and knowing that he’d gotten what he wanted only made Will so incredibly happy. The fact that Quinn wantedhimtoo was a bonus he hadn’t expected. And Sebastian and Jericho? Will’s heart had enough room for all of them, and he wanted to keep them safe and warm inside it. A cocoon of love that was big enough for everyone.

Peyton twined his fingers with Sebastian’s and then used the hold to pull him up into a sitting position, their mouths finding each other with ease. Like they’d been doing it their whole lives. Peyton slid an arm around Sebastian’s back and pumped his hips faster. He was close, Will could see it. The tension in his shoulders, the crease across his forehead. Will had seen that face for years, and he knew what it meant.

Will’s hand smoothed down Jericho’s chest, through the light spattering of hair, and then down to his soft stomach, rubbing circles over the warm skin.

“He’s about to come,” Will whispered against Jericho’s ear.

“Yeah?”

“Oh, yeah.”

Quinn gripped Peyton’s hair, pulling his hair back as he thrust hard. Peyton cried out loudly as his hips jerked, and then he stilled inside Sebastian. Sebastian tongued his tattoo, tracing the dagger from the tip to the handle and back down again, before going to the side to suck on his nipple.

Peyton’s mouth hung open in a silent gasp as he twitched between the two men. Quinn turned his head, and then they were kissing as though their lives depended on it, long hungry kisses that made Will dizzy watching. They were beautiful together, Quinn towering over Peyton and controlling the warrior because Peyton let him. Because he surrendered to all of them, gave them a glimpse of a vulnerability he showed no one else.

When Peyton pulled out of Sebastian, he stroked himself a few times, biting his bottom lip as he milked himself completely, a few more drops landing on Sebastian’s chest. He bent and licked it up and then kissed Sebastian, transferring it.

“I’m never watching porn ever again,” Jericho murmured, and Will huffed out a laugh.

“Why not?” Will never had. Why would he have needed to, when he had Peyton? His interest in sex before the then-soldier had been pretty non-existent.

“It can’t ever compare to this.”

Peyton stepped to the side, sliding a hand over Quinn’s chest, across the owl tattoo, down to his hard stomach, and then further to wrap around his dick, already slick with lube after fucking Peyton with it.

“I think he’s ready for you,” Peyton said with a wicked grin.

Sebastian dropped back to his elbows, head hanging. “Fuck,” he whispered, throat working as Quinn stepped between his knees.

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