Evan couldn’t refuse the melting desire in her eyes. He moved closer so she could wrap her hand around him. It was so soft and warm around his swollen cock.

She glided her hand up and down a few times as he watched her fingers glide into her pussy.

God, that is so fucking hot!

Then her lips wrapped around him and he groaned at the intense pleasure.

She opened wider, and his groin tightened at the sight of her pouty red lips gliding downward, taking the whole cockhead into her mouth.

He stroked back some of her hair that had escaped the elastic holding it together, then wound his hand in the long ponytail.

She squeezed his shaft, then glided her tongue around and around, sending quivering heat through him.

“Ah, fuck, baby.” Evan coiled his hand tighter in her hair.

He pushed her deeper onto him, enjoying the tight band of her lips hugging him. Then he pulled her back, until she barely had the tip still inside. She lapped at his tip and he groaned, then he loosened his grip and she swallowed his cockhead again.

She arched and moaned around him and he saw that Blake was sucking one of her nipples. The fingers of Blake’s other hand were pinching and pulling on her other nipple, making it thrust forward, long and swollen.

She arched again, her fingers now thrusting into her glistening pussy.

“Yeah, sweetheart. Make yourself come,” Blake said, his voice rasping with desire.

Evan’s cock slipped from her mouth.

“Oh, yeah,” she whimpered. “I’m so close.”

The reedy sound of her voice ramped up Evan’s arousal. His cock throbbed and a desperate heat swelled inside him. He grabbed his cock and stroked, hard and fast.

Her breathing accelerated and she arched again, her face flushing, her breasts thrusting upward.

“Are you coming, baby?” Evan asked, his gaze locked on her face.

“Yeah. Oh, yeah.” The words came out short and sharp. Then a moan exploded from her throat. Her body shuddered as she pulsed her fingers in and out of that sweet pussy of hers.

His groin tightened and then heat burst through him, flooding his cock and erupting in a white fountain. It spilled onto her stomach and breasts, glistening in the moonlight.

Her hand glided over it, spreading it over her skin, leaving it gleaming. Then she wrapped her hand around Blake and took him in her mouth.

Even though Evan had just come, he could imagine being in that sweet mouth again. His cock pulsed to life.

He watched her ruby lips move up and down Blake’s cock, Blake groaning. Evan could see his friend’s cock grow incredibly large, and hard as a marble column. Blake guided Danni’s head slowly forward and back, slowing her pace. The look on his face was pure bliss. Surely, he was close to coming.

“Fuck.” Blake pulled out of her mouth and squeezed his cock, a grimace on his face.

“No, I want you to come in my mouth,” she protested.

Damn, now Evan’s cock was rock-solid again and aching.

* * *

Danni lay flat on the chair, still glowing from her second orgasm. But she still hadn’t felt one of their cocks thrusting inside her, and that’s what she wanted.

Blake had pulled out just before he came, so he was still hard as steel. Her gaze drifted to Evan and her mouth dropped open at the sight of him swelling to full attention.

Blake stroked her cheek, his midnight eyes gleaming, then leaned toward her and found her mouth, his lips pressing against hers with a light, coaxing pressure. His arms slid around her and he drew her up and into his embrace. She responded enthusiastically, her hands gliding around his neck, her tongue pushing inside his mouth. He groaned as he opened, then sucked her tongue in deeper.

Blake slid his arm under her knees and swept her up. She felt him carrying her, their mouths never parting. Evan opened the patio doors and Blake carried her inside, then set her on the leather ottoman in front of the couch. She was sitting, but he pressed her back until she was lying back, her feet still on the floor. He pressed her legs wide and knelt on the floor in front of her.

“I’m going to fuck you now, sweetheart,” Blake said.

His low murmur sent her heart pounding faster. She felt his cock brush her opening, searing hot and hard as stone. It pressed against her slit, his tip pushing inside. It was a teasing agony of pleasure and she just wanted him to push forward.

“Oh, yes. Fill me with your big cock,” she pleaded.

“Whatever you want, sweetheart.” Blake moved deeper.

The feel of him stretching her tight passage . . . slowly pushing inside her . . . sent her heart pounding.

He stopped only a little way in, then pulled back. She groaned. He pushed in again and she held her breath, but he stopped only a little farther, then pulled back. She squeezed him inside her, trying to stop him from escaping. When he pushed forward again, she arched.

“Please go deep. I want to feel all of you.”

His eyebrow quirked up. “You sure? Sometimes women find me too long.”

She nodded. “All the way,” she pleaded.

He was long, but she wanted to know what it felt like. To have every last inch of this incredible man inside her.

This time he didn’t pull out. But he didn’t thrust deep, either. He moved with a slow and steady stroke. Painfully slow. She rocked her hips, trying to encourage him, but he kept his pace, refusing to be hurried by her.

Then finally he stopped and she realized he was all the way inside her. She squeezed him, then groaned at the exquisite sensations tingling through her.

“You feel good inside me,” she said, gazing into his deep midnight eyes.

He smiled. “That’s good, because I love being here.” His velvety voice sent quivers through her.

He drew back. She moaned at the rippling pleasure as his cockhead stroked her canal. Then he glided forward again. Her whole body ached with the need he was stoking inside her. Once he was all the way inside again, he rocked his hips, pulsing his cock into her in short strokes.

She clung to his shoulders, staring into his gorgeous eyes as blissful sensations threaded through her belly, coiling along her canal as his cock caressed it. First in bursts of short strokes, then shifting to long, deep thrusts.

“Oh, God. That’s so good.”

He pumped, driving her need higher and higher, as pleasure built up inside her like a giant storm, ready to spiral out of control. He swirled his hips, then drove deep again and she gasped.

Oh, God, she was teetering on the edge, then . . .

He thrust again and ecstasy burst through her. Her whole body tightened, then expanded in an explosion of bliss.

She rode the wave, moaning as he pumped into her again and again. Then he erupted inside her, igniting an even more powerful orgasm. He slumped on top of her and held her close as she shuddered beneath him.

His lips brushed her neck, then glided along her throat to her lips. His kiss was passionate and intense.

Finally, he slid from her body. But before she could feel the emptiness at the loss of his big member inside her, Evan took his place, kneeling in front of her, then pressing his thick cockhead against her.

When he drove deep inside, she gasped.

“You okay, baby?” Evan asked, concern shimmering in his emerald eyes.

She nodded vigorously, wrapping her legs around his waist in encouragement. He laughed, then drew back and thrust deep again. Still quivering in the aftermath of the orgasm Blake had given her, she felt new pleasure rippling through her.

“God, you are so sexy,” Evan said.

She arched against him, already feeling the orgasm pulsing forward.

“I’m going to come again,” she rasped in disbelief.

“Yes. Come for me, baby,” Evan insisted, his green eyes dark as a forest.

She shot into bliss yet again, her whole body shuddering in ecstasy.

He pumped hard and fast, then groaned as he nailed her to the ottoman. She shook as he erupted inside her, filling her with a delicious heat. The reedy sound of her own moans filled her ears. Her body quivered and she felt as though a fireball had burned straight through her, searing every nerve ending. An epically delightful sensation.

Evan stroked her face, then his lips found hers. The kiss was tender and yet intense. His lips moved on hers in a deep and caring way.

“That was incredible. You are incredible,” Evan said.

She simply stared into his warm green eyes.

“Thank you. So are you.”

He laughed, then eased back.

“I’ve got to admit, when I heard that loud drilling this morning and set out to find the source, I never dreamed it would lead to us drilling such a beautiful, exceptional woman.”

“Amen to that,” Blake agreed.

She just lay there, catching her breath. She never thought any kind of drilling could be as delightful, or satisfying, as what she’d just experienced.

* * *

Danni sat on the couch, sipping her hot coffee. She’d slipped out of bed earlier than the men, used to getting up at dawn, and had found their fancy coffeemaker just finishing brewing a pot.

She settled back on the couch, staring at the bright blue sky outside and the brilliant sunshine. Maybe she’d talk them into a swim before they ousted her out of here. Surely by now they must be tired of her company.

When she set her cup down on the coffee table, the invitation caught her eye. She leaned forward and picked it up. Her mother, who was on the committee for the worthwhile cause that helped feed starving children the world over, had asked Danni to help address the envelopes. Mom felt that hand-addressed envelopes gave an important personal touch. And it wasn’t just to help convince the receiver to attend. Mom really appreciated that these important people gave up some of their busy time to attend an event like that and she truly wanted to honor them by putting in this extra effort. It was one of the things Danni loved about her mom.

Danni had actually addressed this envelope to Blake. And the one to Evan, too. She remembered because that’s when her stepfather had gone on and on about how important the two men were, and how it would be a real coup for him—and her mother, of course—if these very influential men attended. He’d stared over her shoulder as she’d written the addresses, as if waiting for her to make a mistake.

Mom didn’t care about the influence her position on the charity committee brought, of course, other than to raise as much money as possible for the children the event was intended to help.

“Good. You found the coffee.” Evan wandered past her toward the kitchen.

He wore just his boxers and she couldn’t help but admire his muscular body, longing to stroke the lion on his chest again.

She dropped the invitation back on the stack of mail.

“I think something about that party is bothering you.”