Page 49 of Advanced Chemistry

Chase made unintelligible sounds, the kind of noises one made when words wouldn’t suffice. His body was a firecracker of need, sizzling and crackling and bursting with color.

“Come for us, Chase,” Anton said. “We want to make you feel good.”

Chase was possessed, lolling his head around, his legs wobbling, chest shaking. Anton pretty much had to hold him up at this point.

“Oh my God, oh my God,” Chase kept muttering. I stroked us harder, wanting desperately to bring us to climax.

Chase and I locked eyes, the heat and vulnerability spinning around like shapes in a kaleidoscope. My orgasm exploded out, pouring over my fist in unrelenting waves.

“Fuck,” I cried out.

Chase rested his head on Anton’s chest. His dick was red and hard, begging for release.

“You’re so beautiful, Chase. You’re so beautiful,” Anton whispered into his ear. As I came back down to earth, the only person in the room post-orgasm, I couldn’t help but feel another twinge of jealousy.

Chase cracked out a moan as he came, hot release hitting my thighs.

“I’m almost there, baby.” Anton jackhammered into him. His baby. Before another twinge of jealousy could hit over that, I had the pleasure of watching Anton’s O-face as he emptied himself inside Chase.

Anton heaved in heavy breaths. A silence took over the room, thick with sweat and heat.

I wiped off Chase’s fogged-up glasses. He leaned forward to kiss me, and I couldn’t explain what came over me, but at the last second, I gave him my cheek. He was still so in the heat of things, he didn’t seem to care either way.

Anton didn’t hesitate. He took Chase’s chin and planted a wet, passionate kiss on his lips.

“Chase…” Anton choked on his words, overcome with emotion that caught him, and us, off guard. His voice wobbled, something I’d never seen from him. Anton never got emotional.

He cleared his throat, and a second later, he was back to his sexy grinning self. “That was hot. You were definitely the MVP tonight.”

Chase blushed. Anton stroked his cheek with the softest care. The jealous twinge kept rearing its ugly head, like it was pinching my neck. I tried pushing it away.

Anton put a hand on each of our asses. “I’m speechless.”

“Is it customary for one to give a speech after sex?” Chase asked.

Anton and I busted out laughing, breaking the serious intimate moment, yet it felt intimate in its own way, the way good friends could laugh about anything.

Anton mussed up Chase’s hair, and I joined in.

“You and Sebastian didn’t waste any time while I was gone.”

Chase and I shared a look. There was something guarded there, like maybe he did notice that I wouldn’t kiss him.

“We’re very efficient,” Chase said.

“Let’s hit the showers,” Anton said, silencing the chaos in my head. At least, for now.

* * *

I wokeup the next morning to a phone call from Craig. My hangover from hard seltzer and hot sex would have to wait. I immediately sprung into business mode when his number popped up on my phone. It was seven a.m., but it didn’t matter. Business never waited.

“Craig, what’s up?” I sat up in bed, wiping my eyes and at least acting like I’d had my morning coffee.

“I have some potentially good news for you.”

Good news was always better than coffee. It was nature’s stimulant.

“I like good news,” I said. I jumped out of bed and paced in my bedroom.

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