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“I want you.” I say to both of them.

It would be easy to misunderstand, but Lev knows exactly what I mean. “Zee, I hate to do this, but who do you want first?”

That has the potential to be a loaded question. For a second, I regret telling them that I haven’t had sex before. A part of me thinks it shouldn’t really matter. It doesn’t matter to me. But Chance and Lev are competitive and possessive, and I don’t want this “first” to acquire more meaning than it should have.

“I don’t care.” I say honestly. “I want you both, and I really can’t choose.”

“Someone has to go first.” Lev objects. “I mean, in theory, we could try to take you together. I’ve seen this thing where a woman takes two dicks in her pussy at the same time in porn. But I don’t think we should try to do that until you’re a little more used to taking us.”

He’s right.

The idea of both of them in my pussy at the same time is kind of hot, but I’d be lying if I said that it doesn’t terrify me right now.

“Yeah.” I agree. “But I still can’t choose.”

I can’t see Chance’s face, but I know he and Lev are looking at each other over my shoulder.

“I would really like to go first,” Chance finally says. “But I think it might be a better idea if you do, Lev.”

I turn, so I can look at both of their faces.

“I’m happy to be Zara’s first, but I want to know why. This isn’t something I can take back, dude. So if Zara can’t choose, I need to be sure that you aren’t going to resent me later.”

I appreciate the sentiment.

That’s part of why I don’t want to choose between them.

“It’s for a couple of reasons,” Chance offers. “First off, I kinda owe you. If you hadn’t put Zara’s wishes before your own, I wouldn’t even be here right now.”

“Fair.” Lev agrees. “And? You said you had a couple of reasons.”

“I’m not trying to sound cocky,” Chance’s eyes descend between his own legs. “But I’m aware that I’m packing a lot more than average. You’re not small by any means, but—I’m shitting myself at the idea of hurting Zara.”

My gaze settles on Lev. Chance is right about the fact that Lev isn’t small. They’re definitely both bigger than my ex, and judging by what I’ve seen on the internet, they’re both pretty gifted when it comes to size.

However, there’s big, and there’s Chance.

“I’m happy if Zara is happy.” Lev says, cupping my jaw.

I nod. “Yeah.”

Lev gives me a long, lingering kiss. “Chance and I can still do it together. Lay down in his arms, please. Your back to his chest.”

I don’t know exactly what Lev has in mind, but when I said that I trusted him, I meant it.

Once Chance is sitting against the pillows by the headboard, and I’m in his arms, the way Lev instructed, he kneels between my legs.

I can’t help but look at his cock jutting out toward me. Lev is so sexy that just looking at him makes my pulse pick up its pace.

Excitement courses through me, turning into liquid heat where I’m already throbbing with need. I’d be lying if I said that I’m not a little nervous, though. His fingers felt so big inside me, and they were nothing compared to the size of his thick, long shaft. How is he ever going to fit all that inside me without it hurting like a bitch?

Lev drags his shaft up and down my slit, the smooth, pink skin of his tip rubbing against my clit.

Electricity spreads to all my nerve endings, and I squirm in Chance’s arms.

I must look as nervous as I feel, because Lev reassures me. “I’ve got you, Zee. We’re going to go slow, and if it hurts and you want to stop, just say it. We don’t do anything unless you want it. It should hurt just at the beginning,” he says, lining up with my entrance. “I’ll—shit. I was so fucking excited that I forgot about protection. I’m a complete idiot.”

I trace his perfect jaw with my fingers. “You’re being too hard on yourself. I had forgotten about that too.”

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