ZEIN
I try not to look.
Distracting myself, but I can't not just peek. And that's how I am a goner. Jude is a tease.
He kicks the shot off Andre's body, Andre, who is groaning like the lick is coated in aphrodisiac, before he clamps his lips and then shakes his head.
He is drunk, and a drunk Andre is a very loud, very vocal Andre. I know this all too well. I know he gets super sensitive when he is drunk, and every touch sets him on fire.
I watch as Jude pours the next one on the bare shoulder, as I take a hit from the blunt I am holding, and find delight in seeing how Andre shivers a little. Jude's lick this time is fast, and then he bites the lime between Andre's lips. He doesn't press his lips on his, I notice.
But after chewing, he presses an innocent kiss on the corner of his mouth and helps him up.
"Done."
"Well," Rex swallows hard, and I notice that we have all been super quiet, watching, and now the tension is high. "Who's next?" he asks as he takes his beer.
