“Judge.” A whimper. Damn, that sounded sexy as shit. Judge slurped and sucked until Michaels had a steady chant going that consisted of several curse words, a threat, a promise and of course: Judge’s name. Judge’s eyes had been closed, enjoying the act just as much as the recipient, when he felt a light caress start at the top of his brow and traveled soothingly down his temple to the corner of his mouth. With his lips stretched wide, he looked up Michaels’ rippled torso and saw that he was watching him intently. His mouth was parted slightly, his lips pinker than usual, as if he’d been biting on them. Those gun-toting, calloused fingers danced around on his beard before the touch became more aggressive. Michaels was touching him just the way he loved to be touched. Stroking and digging his blunt nails into his beard. Those gorgeous, keen eyes looked at Judge like he’d hung the moon tonight just for him. Judge had to watch, couldn’t tear his eyes away as he kept sucking and pulling on that wide shaft. Damn if Michaels was lying because he sure as shit tasted delicious.”