Page 77 of Advanced Chemistry

And inside me he slid, his thick cock spreading me wide. I threw my head back at the slight wince of pain, but there was Anton, nuzzling my cheek, letting me know it was all okay. We were safe.

Sebastian thrust into me with boarish heat, his arms flexing above me.

“So fucking hot.” Under the pillow, Anton stroked himself while keeping his eyes flicking between me and Sebastian.

I couldn’t take my eyes off the man fucking me. He lived his life reserved and orderly, but now, in heat and want, he shucked off his guard. He showed me all of him. Eyes whole and open. That was the thing about jocks, what I secretly loved about them. How their masculine facade could be paper thin for the right people. I reached up, and our hands met and fingers locked. Anton kissed along the ridge where our knuckles met.

“Please don’t stop. Please don’t stop fucking me.” The orgasm raced through me, blinding me, setting off every light in my body. I was begging, wanting resolution but never wanting him to stop.

“So fucking hot. My fucking guys,” Anton said in a low mutter.

It was everything. It was the physical, the heart, everything I was feeling tumbled out of me, emotions refused to hang tight until I reached physical climax.

“I want you. I want you both. I want to be with you. I think…I’m falling in…” I lost control of my breathing as I shot waves of come across my chest. I didn’t know if I’d even finished my sentence. Sebastian pulled out and added more to the glorious mess covering me.

I turned and pushed the pillow to the floor. I was still high on my orgasm as I took Anton in my mouth. It only took a few sloppy sucks before he emptied himself down my throat.

“That was fucking unreal,” Anton said as he caught his breath.

He and Sebastian got off the futon and let me stretch out. I lounged, dizzy headed, like Kate Winslet posing for Leonardo DiCaprio inTitanic.Draw me like one of your French girls, indeed.Everett made us watch that movie endless times during a bad dating lull pre-Raleigh, to the point where I felt bad for the owner of the car the characters fucked in. Not only did strangers desecrate his beautiful automobile, but then he didn’t even get a chance to drive it in America.

Anton brought us cups of water. Sebastian pulled towels from the linen closet and passed them out. I wrapped myself in one, and he the other. Now I understood why old people kept plastic on their sofas. Easy cleanup.

I packed myself into the corner of the futon. Had they heard what I said right before I came? My prefrontal cortex had officially gone rogue. With any luck, my confession would be chalked up to the high of orgasm and discarded, even though a part of me hoped that they would say those words back.

“Dude, that was amazing,” Anton said, pulling on his underwear and laying back. “You are amazing, Chasey.”

“Damn.” Sebastian sipped his water.

We rested for a long moment, the hum of cars outside the only sound in the apartment, until Anton finally broke the silence.

“What did you want to do tonight? There’s a new mini golf course that opened up by the river. I’ll bet Chase uses mathematical precision to get holes in one every time.”

I should’ve told them that my math skills weren’t as strong as my chemistry knowledge, that despite math and science being similar, there were major differences in these disciplines. But I couldn’t talk.

Neither of them made mention of what I’d said. I had uttered something illogical and ridiculous, and it had been fortunately swept away.

Never to be spoken of again.

Good.

I found myself agitated, though, not relieved. It made no sense. It was the exact opposite reaction I should have been feeling. Mess was clouding my vision.

“I’m not sure if you’d heard over the sounds of moaning and panting before, but I have very strong feelings for both of you.”

There. Now there was no doubt they heard it this time.

“Really?” Something began to shift on Sebastian’s face, like one of those puzzles where you moved pieces around on a grid to form the picture.

“I…I think so. While I began our arrangement under the guise of having lots of hot sex, I think it’s turned into more than that.” I was trying to make sense of it in real time, too.

“It’s the orgasm talking,” Anton said. He flashed me his trademark charming smile, yet there was that look of fear again, flashing across his eyes. “I’ve said crazy things in the heat of sex. Isn’t it scientifically proven that when a guy is close to finishing, his brain circuits go haywire?”

“I don’t think haywire is an accurate scientific definition.”

“But you know what I mean. We were in a heightened state. Don’t worry, Chasey. I know what you mean.” Anton rubbed a hand through my hair, ignoring the fact that he didn’t know what I meant, or didn’t want to know. “I care about you two a lot. I like spending time with you. It’s magic. Let’s just keep things status quo.”

He kissed me on the lips, but his touch suddenly gave me a chill. Sebastian remained mum, closing in on himself.

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