Page 80 of Reactant

“Yeah?”

“Shut up.”

Peyton chuckled.

“If you can still talk, you aren’t finished yet,” Quinn said.

“You got something in mind?” Jericho asked, twisting his upper half, looking over Peyton’s shoulder.

“You want my load?” Quinn asked, and the gravel in his voice went straight to Peyton’s dick, even spent as it was. Some things could be always be guaranteed to turn him on, regardless of what his body was currently capable of.

“You know I do,” Jericho said. “You got another in you? I got room for more. Where do you want me?”

“I have a better idea.” Quinn turned Peyton gently by his hips, and Peyton let himself be manoeuvred. The bruising kiss Quinn laid on him made him see stars.

Peyton swayed, dazed, when Quinn let go and turned him back around to face the bed. Shifting him where he wanted him like a toy. Fuck, that was hot.

Quinn pressed against his shoulder blade. Peyton took the hint and bent, bracing himself on the bed with his good arm.

“Here it is. Warm and fresh,” Quinn said. “I’m going to finger fuck you, and you’re going to eat it.”

Oh, Jesus.

Peyton whimpered before Jericho had even touched him. Hands spread his cheeks, and his dick twitched, hardening again as shivers wracked him.

The first touch of a wet tongue against his ass—his ass full of fucking cum—had his knees buckling and bending into the bed, using it for support. Jericho moaned, and it vibrated against Peyton’s skin. The jerky motions of his tongue told Peyton that Quinn was making good on his promise. Fucking hell,yes. Imagining the way that Quinn was pumping his fingers into Jericho’s well-used ass was making his second orgasm rise rapidly.

Peyton jumped in surprise when a hand landed in his hair.Will.He lifted and eagerly opened for Will’s length, taking as much as he could, the cockhead pressing against the back of his throat. He sucked enthusiastically, thoroughly soaking up the lingering taste of Sebastian. He alternated between pushing his dick against the bed and pushing back against Jericho’s face, and he knew he wasn’t going to last long. It didn’t matter that he’d come less than ten minutes ago. He was ready to go again, right fucking now. The friction alone was making pleasure race across his veins like he’d been injected with pure ecstasy.

Will’s grip tightened in his hair, and Peyton knew he was close too. He knew all of the signs; he’d witnessed and experienced them enough times. He stepped up his efforts, using his tongue and teeth to bring Will to an earth-shattering orgasm. He cried out loudly before it was muffled—someone likely kissed him—and then warm, salty thickness flooded Peyton’s mouth. Peyton followed him as he swallowed, coating the blanket.

Jericho pulled away and slapped his ass hard enough that Peyton knew there would be a mark. He basked in the sting and shuddered with the aftershocks of his orgasm.

Peyton panted heavily, dropping his head onto the bed.

Fucking hell.

That had not been at all what he’d expected. His body tingled, and there was something below that, something settling in that space where Sebastian, Quinn, and Will were nestled.

Peyton didn’t know what to do with that. He didn’t know Jericho. They’d barely met at all.

Sebastian had sunk in on the first night they’d met too.

He closed his eyes and let out a shaky breath.

What the fuck was happening?

Willwasn’tsurewhatwoke him. He kept his eyes closed, embracing the silence of the surrounding night. There was no light coming through his eyelids; it had to be an ungodly hour. He generally slept like a log unless Peyton was thrashing in his sleep from a nightmare.

Peyton’s deep breathing was nearby, calm and settled. Will didn’t know Sebastian and Quinn as well as he knew Peyton, but neither of them were moving, and their breathing was even and heavy. It was safe to assume that they were asleep.

Persephone was snoring away in her bed near the chest of drawers.

So what had woken him?

Jericho wasn’t with them. After the sex, they’d changed the sheets in the spare room together, and then he’d opted to stay there for the night instead of with them.

Which made sense, Will guessed glumly. They’d said it was a one-time thing. One-time thing didn’t mean snuggling with them in bed or falling asleep to the rise and fall of their chests pressed all around. Will wouldn’t have minded. The more bodies for him to hold onto, the better.

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