"Who's first?" Atlas asked from under me, his dark eyes holding mine.
Before I could even answer, Apollo's hands were on his belt. The click of the buckle and the rasp of the zipper echoed through the room, accompanying my ragged breathing.
He pushed his trousers and briefs down just enough, freeing himself.
My breath hitched. Even in the dim light, he was impressive, thick and heavy, the tip already glistening.
A primal part of me clenched in anticipation. Even though my mind was screaming in protest.
He didn't ask. He simply guided his thick head through my slick folds, rubbing it against my sensitive c**t.
I shuddered as he positioned himself at my entrance, still stretched from his fingers.
"Look at me," Apollo commanded, his voice a low growl.
My eyes snapped to his. He
