Evan’s hand moved away and Danni felt something hard and smooth press against her slick flesh. It pressed deeper, sliding inside her just a little. He rotated it, sending blinding pleasure through her as the hard, cool surface of the glass flogger handle stimulated her hot, wet opening.

As he slowly pushed it deeper, she sucked in a breath.

“Squeeze that pretty pussy around it,” Blake commanded.

She did as he said and as he drew the hard surface out a little, the unyielding, ridged surface dragging over her sensitive inner flesh, she felt weak in the knees. He pushed it deeper this time and drew it back slowly. She gasped at the intensity of it.

Then he pulled it all the way out and she groaned at the loss.

When she felt it nudge against her back opening, she spread her thighs wider, arching her lower back to lift her ass a little higher.

“You want this in your ass, baby?” Evan asked.

“Oh, yes. Please,” she begged.

Evan chuckled and she could see he’d pulled his cock from his pants, his big hand encircling the stiff shaft. He watched as Blake pressed the slick glass handle into her back opening. It parted her slowly, pushing in relentlessly. She sucked in air, squeezing it as it invaded her tight passage.

“Oh . . . God . . . yes,” she whimpered.

Evan moved in front of her and pressed his cock to her lips. She opened, taking him inside gladly. She suckled his cockhead, loving the hot, heavy feel of it inside her mouth as the glass wand filled her ass.

“Are you enjoying your punishment, young lady?” Blake asked.

She nodded, squeezing Evan tighter in her mouth.

Then Blake’s hand smacked against her ass. She gasped, then drove down on Evan.

“Ah, fuck, baby.” Evan curled his hand in her hair and pulled her deeper still.

She squeezed him in her mouth, to his groan.

Then she felt something hot and hard nudge her hot slit. Blake’s cock was going to push into her and she wanted it . . . needed it so badly . . . inside her. She arched against him and he pushed in a little. She wrapped a hand around Evan’s cock and pulled it from her mouth.

“Oh, yes, Blake, please. Fill me up.”

Blake instantly drove deep into her, to her cry of delight.

She popped Evan’s hard member back into her mouth and sucked hard.

Blake drew back a little, then glided deep again. He filled her with smooth, slow strokes, driving her pleasure higher and higher with each one.

She slid her mouth off Evan again, tightening her hand around him and gliding it up and down in quick strokes, matching the beating of her heart.

“Oh, God, sir. Please.” She squeezed around Blake and the glass handle inside her ass. “I want both you and Evan inside me.”

“Evan is inside you. He’s filling your sweet little mouth.” Blake’s tone was filled with amusement. “When you’re not talking, that is.”

Blake glided deep again and she sucked in air.

“I know but . . .” She gasped at another deep stroke of his cock. “Please, I beg you. I want to be between you. One in front, the other in back.”

Evan laughed. “I like that idea.”

The glass wand slid from her ass and suddenly she found herself standing as Evan moved around the chair and leaned against the back of it. Blake’s cock slid away and she moaned at the loss. Then Evan pulled her tightly to him. His lips took hers, his beard raspy against her face as his tongue swept inside her. She felt his cock glide over her wet flesh, then . . .

“Oh, God, yes,” she cried as he plunged in deep.

His arm slid around her waist and he held her tightly against him. Then Blake’s cock zeroed in on her anal opening and . . .

“Yessss . . .” Her voice quivered as his big cock pushed into her. Farther and farther. Until her whole body trembled with need.

When he was all the way inside, his body pressed tightly to hers, they all stood perfectly still. Time seemed to stop as she quivered between them, totally claimed by them both. Knowing she belonged totally to these men.

Then she felt strands of hair quiver against her neck as Blake released a soft breath.

“My God, you’re so perfect,” he said, that low voice of his curling through her like hot silk.

Her heart swelled. She felt so utterly vulnerable. And so completely protected.

Blake stroked her hair behind her ear and his lips brushed against her temple, then nuzzled her neck.

She had to stop herself from uttering words of love. It didn’t make sense. It was far too soon.

And it was totally crazy to think they could ever feel that way about her.

But the intense sensations flooding through her . . .

She trembled as Evan’s hand glided down her arm.

God, she’d never felt this way before.

Blake began to move. His cock glided back, dragging along her sensitive, tight passage. Then he pressed deep again. Evan joined him, the two of them filling her with smooth, deep strokes.

She gasped as she clung to Evan.

“Oh, God, yes. Fill me.”

Their strokes sped up, their big shafts driving deeper. She whimpered as her whole body vibrated with need, heat blazing through her.

They thrusted, their breathing accelerating. Her heart pounding.

“Oh, yess . . . yesss.” She whimpered as rapture embraced her. “Yessss!” Her soulful moan cascaded to an intense wail as an orgasm blossomed through her.

“Yes, sweetheart,” Blake rasped against her ear, his breath making the tiny hairs on her neck quiver. “Come for us.”

His words, like a command she could not ignore, sent her flying even further over the edge. She gasped, then moaned as her insides swirled and exploded into an ecstatic frenzy of bliss.

Evan groaned and she felt him pulse inside her. Blake drove forward, pinning her to Evan’s body and he, too, erupted inside her. She wailed as their orgasms sent her sailing into another, more intense bout of ecstasy.

She moaned and moaned as they rocked their hips against her in short, sweet strokes. Her consciousness melted into a golden pool of honeyed delight.

Then she sighed and collapsed between them. Evan’s hands grasped her hips, keeping her from slithering to the floor as Blake moved back. Evan scooped her up and carried her to the bed. Soon the three of them were stretched out together, her between them. She lay on her back, gazing from Blake’s handsome face to Evan’s.

She stroked Evan’s short, thick beard and laughed.

“What’s so funny?” he asked with a smile.

“Not funny,” she said as her other hand found Blake’s clean-shaven cheek and she glided her fingers over it. “Just deliriously happy.”

Blake laughed. “That’s what I like to hear after I’ve made love to a woman.”

“I think I helped with that,” Evan pointed out.

“Oh yes.” She grinned. “You were both very important cogs in the well-oiled machine that led to our spectacular success.”

Blake’s eyebrows rose. “Did you call us cogs?”

“No, I believe she said cocks,” Evan said, his lips quirking up.

She laughed again and grasped their cocks. “Yes, these definitely had a lot to do with it.”

She gasped in surprise as Blake’s long fingers glided over her still-slick folds, then burrowed inside.

“And I think I found what she meant by well-oiled.”

“Yeah,” Evan said as his fingers slipped inside her, too.

Heat flared through her and she opened her legs.

“Oh, God, you’d better finish what you started,” she said, arching upward.

Blake leaned in and kissed her, his fingers stroking inside her sensitized passage.

“Or what?” His deep voice coiled around her.

She was sucking in air now as pleasure trilled through her.

She grasped his shoulder. “You wouldn’t want to leave a lady in need, would you?”

Blake smiled, but along with the amusement in his eyes, swirling right alongside desire, there was also a deep warmth and tenderness that took her breath away.

“Of course not,” he said, then rolled over her.

Evan’s hand slid away as Blake pressed his big cock against her. She moaned as he drove inside her, and after only a few strokes, she gasped and plummeted into another orgasm. Blake rode her until her gasps turned to long, mournful moans as the pleasure rippled through her entire awareness. When the pleasure faded, he kissed her and rolled away, then Evan mounted her. The feel of his thick cock gliding into her thrust her straight over the edge again and he pounded deep and hard as the next orgasm rolled over her in relentless waves, like the pounding of the surf.

When he finally pulled out, she was breathless and weak.

“Oh . . . my . . . God . . .” she said in gasps. “You are the most incredible men I’ve ever known.”

They smiled and settled in close to her.

Her eyelids fell closed and she wondered how she would ever survive once this delightful interlude with them was over.

* * *

Danni’s eyelids popped open and she realized it was getting light outside. She glanced at the bedside clock and realized it was five forty-five. The alarm on her cell would go off in fifteen minutes.

Both men were still lying next to her, but no arms or legs were entangled, so she carefully slipped from under the covers and crawled off the end of the bed. She left the master bedroom and went to the en suite in the other bedroom to shower so she wouldn’t wake them. Just because she had to be up early didn’t mean she had to cut their sleep short.

She towel-dried her hair, then let the thick waves hang loose to dry. Wrapped in a towel, she walked into the living room to retrieve her clothes. She could smell hot coffee brewing in the kitchen. She pulled on her underwear, then her jeans and top, and continued into the kitchen.

Blake stood at the stove, cooking eggs. He wore only pajama bottoms, leaving his muscular back bare. She wanted to walk right over and wrap her arms around his waist, then rest her head against his naked skin with a sigh.

“Pour yourself a coffee,” he said. “Your omelet will be ready in a minute.”

“You didn’t have to cook for me.”

“No problem. I don’t want you to go to work without a good breakfast.”

He folded the omelet into a perfect half-moon. She poured herself a cup of coffee and added cream and sugar. He turned the omelet onto a plate and handed it to her, then followed her to the table and sat down.

She took a bite. “Mmm. This is really good.”

“I’m glad you like it.”

“If you keep treating me this well, you’ll never get rid of me.”

As soon as the words were out of her mouth, her cheeks blossomed with heat and she gazed at him. Just as he opened his mouth to say something, Evan walked into the room.

Evan wore only gray boxers. His broad chest was bare and his close-cropped beard neatly trimmed. Her gaze wandered down his lion tattoo. He was a delightful sight.

“Have you told her yet?” Evan asked as he poured himself a coffee.