Beautifully Spun Charity Parkerson (readict books TXT) 📖

The level of talent Zayn possessed was that of a professional. Zayn obviously wasn’t someone who felt obligated to blow anyone. This was a man who did this out of a love for the sport. He deep-throated like a porn star and bobbed like he didn’t need air to survive. Spencer’s hips kept chasing Zayn’s mouth, trying to get more. His ass automatically clenched as pleasure overcame him. The first spasm hit, and Zayn’s name tore from his throat. His body bowed. He felt something he never had before. Spencer couldn’t put a name to the emotion. All he knew was he wanted to hold Zayn as the last wisps of ecstasy still burned through him. He tugged Zayn higher and bit his bottom lip, demanding entry. Zayn’s weight squished him, and Spencer welcomed it. The way Zayn’s chest felt against Spencer’s gave Spencer life. He wanted to crawl beneath Zayn’s skin and touch his soul. More than anything, Spencer wanted to stay right here. He didn’t want to do anything else or be with anyone else. It was an addiction-like craving for more. He didn’t doubt the madness would pass. But for now, Spencer wasn’t going anywhere. Spencer had found heaven. He intended to stay.

Four

The happiness thrumming through Zayn had him walking in the clouds. Spencer left his laptop in Zayn’s car. He was starting to wonder if all this forgetfulness was purposeful. Zayn was on his way to see Spencer again. Returning the man’s property... again. He didn’t think it was a coincidence. After all, Zayn had pretended he hadn’t seen the laptop until he made it home earlier in the day. Maybe Spencer had done the same. He waited until after he snagged a few hours of rest until he headed back to Spencer’s. Zayn wanted to make sure he had enough energy for anything Spencer might want to do once Zayn got there.

As Zayn climbed from his car, the warehouse door opened, and Spencer stood waiting. As usual, he didn’t wear a shirt. His expression looked wicked as Zayn closed the space between them, as if he relished the thought of what he would do to Zayn. Zayn had to take a breath to stop himself from smiling like an idiot. He had never felt this way. Spencer owned his every thought. He wanted to be cautious. It was too late.

The moment he was within striking distance, Spencer snagged the hem of Zayn’s shirt and hauled him inside. “There he is.” That was all the conversation they had before Zayn found himself in Spencer’s arms. Spencer had Zayn’s jeans unzipped and unbuttoned before Zayn’s ass hit the couch. Spencer straddled his hips. Zayn lost himself in the gluttony of being the center of Spencer’s attention. No one had ever treated him like he was irresistible, the way Spencer did. It was thrilling—like he rode the highest of highs. Zayn was overwhelmed by the fantasy that maybe he could hang on to this dream forever. Part of him wanted to slow things down and talk about where they were headed. Most of Zayn was terrified he wouldn’t like what he heard. He didn’t imagine Spencer was the type to get tied down. All Zayn could do was take what he could get and hope for the best.

Spencer massaged Zayn’s erection. “Tell me you want to fuck me as badly as I want you.”

“I want to fuck you. It’s all I think about.” It wasn’t a lie. Since the first time Zayn saw Spencer, he had been obsessed. He didn’t know how to shake him.

A chime sounded and Spencer tore his mouth away from Zayn. Zayn licked the shell of Spencer’s ear, hoping to keep his attention.

“Fuck. It’s Jinx. I forgot he was stopping by tonight to drop off a new speaker to replace one that blew last night.” Spencer climbed from Zayn’s lap, pulling a whimper from him. “Don’t move. I’ll cut him off before he makes it inside and then you can get inside me.”

Zayn tried not to pout. “Make it fast or I’m starting without you.”

At his threat, Spencer rushed to the door. Zayn watched him until he couldn’t see him anymore. When his voice came through a speaker, Zayn’s gaze moved to a nearby monitor. He realized the chime had come from a motion sensor and the entire parking lot was under surveillance. He watched Spencer cutting Jinx off before he made it inside.

“Hey, man. I’ll take that. No need for you to waste your day with me.”

Jinx’s head turned toward Zayn’s car before looking Spencer’s way again. “Isn’t that Zayn’s car? What’s going on there? I’ve never seen you with the same person twice, much less three times.”

Zayn caught himself leaning closer to the screen and hanging on every word.

Spencer made a dismissive motion as he moved the box Jinx delivered closer to the door. “There’s nothing to tell. You know me. I’m just passing the time. Zayn is like a cute, over-enthusiastic puppy. I’ll send him on his way when I get bored.”

Zayn’s eyes fell closed. He took a breath and then stood. He kept his mind blank as he fixed his clothes. Maybe he was naïve for thinking Spencer cared at all, but he wasn’t weak. Zayn wasn’t looking to be anyone’s plaything. He headed for the door. Without glancing Spencer’s way, Zayn slipped past him and made his way to his car.

“Whoa. Hold up, Zayn. Where are you going? I thought I told you not to move.”

With his heart on lockdown, Zayn glanced Spencer’s way. With one foot in the car, he tried not to break. “I’m not really in the mood to anyone’s over-enthusiastic puppy tonight. You should find someone else to entertain you until you get bored. In fact, maybe you should get Jinx to take my place. I get the feeling