Page 67 of Advanced Chemistry

I supposed that was one way to be an ally.

“Einstein, you’re a nasty-ass freak, and I’m here for it,” said Anton.

She continued licking her paw, giving him no mind at all. Cats did the cold shoulder thing better than any human ever could.

Chase moved up and licked Anton’s shaft. “As we were.”

“Don’t need to tell me twice.” Anton winked at us and gently pushed my head back to blow job position.

Chase and I made out with Anton’s cock between us, our tongues sliding around him like we were strippers on a pole. Anton fingered Chase, who remained on all fours for the best access.

“Fuck. Just like that,” Anton creaked out in his deep, rumbly voice.

Chase took his balls, while I sucked his cock, both of us working to serve and please him. We were his guys, after all.

Anton gave both of us a firm tap on the shoulder.

“Coming,” he said through strained breath.

Hot come flooded over our twisted tongues as he emitted a loud, ferocious grunt.

“Holy shit. Holy shit,” he said as he came back to earth, his chest heaving with breath. “That was so intense.”

His eyes glowed in reverence as he looked down at Chase and me, our mouths crested with his seed.

“You two, finish each other off,” he commanded.

Chase seemed as excited as I was at being ordered by Anton. We both liked a sense of control, and there was a thrill in giving it over to someone we trusted. We got into the sixty-nine position. I sucked Chase’s long, leaking dick while I fucked into his mouth.

We amped up the speed and heat. I grabbed his ass, shoving his cock deeper down my throat. His tongue snaked past my balls and flicked over my hole. Every piece of me crackled with lust.

I emptied myself into his mouth at the same time his salty come surged into mine. I was spent beyond belief.

Anton leaned down and kissed both of us, getting a taste of each.

“A man could get used to waking up like this,” he said.

I agreed.

Einstein was neutral on the whole thing.

* * *

I suggestedwe go out to breakfast, but Chase had other ideas.

“I have in my possession what I consider one of the top three best pancake recipes.” Chase unclipped a faded index card from a CJ Pizza magnet on his fridge. “I have eaten many pancakes in my life, so I consider myself an apt judge of pancake recipe quality.”

“Sold!” I said. Anton and I hunched over his small IKEA kitchen table, which was built for slender Europeans, not hulking American guys.

“Yeah,” Anton said, not paying attention. His mind was focused on the puzzle. We had three sections ofStarry Nightbuilt out, and he was determined to connect them. It was in his nature to be a uniter.

My stomach rumbled with impatience. “How long do they take to make?”

“Thirteen minutes to prep the ingredients, and eight minutes for the first batch to cook.”

Anton looked up and pulled out his phone. “I’m going to time you, Mr. M. I expect a pancake on this table in twenty-one minutes.”

“If there’s no pancake in that time, then we’ll have no choice but to go out for breakfast, per the expectations set.” I gave a playful smile to Chase.

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