บท 32: Chapter 32 The Music Inside

　　~ JESSE ~

　　Cazz moved like he was made from water. Really muscular, strong water. His torso was a study in sexy perfection.

　　Sexfection.

　　I giggled breathlessly and let my head drop back, letting Cazz take my weight in his large hand splayed at my spine.

　　Cazz's eyes flashed when I laughed, but instead of speaking, he only leaned closer, his flat pecs brushing my chest as he loomed over me and rolled his torso deliciously, the muscles rippling and flexing in the pulsating lights. He touched my face with his free hand as he writhed against me.

　　I was a little giddy, and doing my best to move with him, to keep time with the music, but my mind kept drifting-and so did my hands.

　　I was fascinated by the carved lines between his pecs and under them, the ladders of muscle up his abs and over his ribs. Even as I rolled my hips and Cazz ground against me, I ran fingertips along the lines on his stomach, my breath catching when he dropped his chin and nipped at my ear.