Robert blinked, then groaned, his hand flexing into the sheets. Rett just bit his fist and nodded like a soldier taking orders.
God, they looked wrecked already. And I hadn’t even truly started.
I gave them a smile. Innocent. Dangerous.
Then I got to work.
I leaned forward first toward Rett. He looked half-feral already, one hand clutching the sheets like he was hanging on for dear life.
“You okay?” I asked softly, licking the tip of his c**k once—just once—and watching his whole body jerk.
“No,” he said, voice strangled. “I’m f*****g dying, Pauline.”
Good.
“Your turn, Robert,” I whispered, dragging my tongue across the head of his c**k now, slower, messier.
He groaned. Head thrown back. Knuckles white.
Fuck, this was addictive.
Two gods. At my mercy.
I took a breath.
Then I w
