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He starts working her, rubbing slow circles on her sensitive bundle of nerves. I know Zara likes it by the way her breath hitches.

“Chance,” she begs. “Please don’t stop. Don’t stop.”

My best friend chuckles. “Shh, baby. I’m glad you like it, but you need to be quieter, or they’ll be able to hear you from the house.”

Zara lets out another loud gasp when Chance pinches her clit, rubbing his fingers together.

“Lev, some help?” he asks. “She’s really a little too loud.”

There’s only one way to muffle Zara’s moans of pleasure. I use one hand to coax her to turn her face so I can kiss her.

I’ve been dying to do this all day and the way her soft lips feel, her sweet taste, surpass every memory I had from two years ago.

Our tongues tangle in a hot caress, while Chance keeps playing with her clit.

I release her lips, running my open mouth down the column of her neck, enjoying the feeling of her in my arms.

Zara trembles despite the warm water cascading on us, and I know she’s close.

Fuck, I’m close too and I’m still in my shorts. Chance is in the same boat, judging by the tent in his own swimming trunks.

“Are you gonna come all over my fingers, baby?” Chance asks.

“I’m so close,” Zara moans, confirming my hunch. “So, so close. Please don’t stop.”

Hearing her beg does something to me. I can’t wait to see how she looks and sounds when she comes; but at the same time, I can’t bear for Chance to have this moment with her while I watch.

Possessive need courses through me, and I get in on the action. My fingers run over the seam of her pussy from behind. She’s soaking wet, and I’m sure it isn’t just because of the shower.

My fingers find her entrance and when I push, they sink inside her without finding any resistance. “Chance,” I grunt, close to losing my shit. “You should feel how fucking tight she is.”

I pump my fingers inside her a couple of times and that tips Zara over the edge.

She comes with a cry that’s surprisingly softer than her moans have been so far, as pleasure overcomes her.

I could watch her like this forever, tasting her skin while she trembles in my arms.

“Hey there,” I smile, when she comes down from her high, turning to look at me.

Her eyes are bright, her skin flushed, her lips slightly parted.

“You made me feel so good.” one of her hands runs down my chest, and one on Chance’s as she stands between us. “I want to do the same for you.”

The tips of her fingers tease the waistband of my shorts, and my cock twitches in anticipation.

“Can you take these off for me?” she asks both of us.

In a normal situation, if Chance wasn’t standing right on the other side of Zara, my shorts would have hit the shower’s floor faster than you can say “shorts.”

But Chance is part of the equation; and while I’ve seen him naked in passing in the locker room, it was never like this. Neither of us was hard and ready to blow his load at just the idea of Zara’s touch.

I sense the same sort of hesitation from him, and we make the mistake of looking at each other.

Maybe this isn’t the right time. Maybe we should go back into the house to make sure that Heather and Ares haven’t killed each other rather than making grilled cheese sandwiches.

What matters is that we made Zara feel good, right? She doesn’t need to return the favor until we’re one on one.

I’m about to tell her that it’s ok, expecting Chance to take a step back too.

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