Judge struck like a python. His hand gripped the dark strands of Tex’s hair, and he slammed their mouths together. Holy fucking shit on a dinner plate. I sucked in a gasp as they kissed. It wasn’t the way they kissed me, which was all soft and tender, even when Judge was being rough. No, they kissed like they were fighting for control, like they were in a battle. Tex gripped the front of Judge’s shirt, and I couldn’t tell if he was trying to push him away or pull him closer. It was frantic and feral, and I was about to come right on the spot.
