Beautifully Spun by Charity Parkerson (free books to read .TXT) 📗

excess to tie Zayn’s wrists to his wrought-iron headboard. Not a single peep of protest came from Zayn, ratcheting up Spencer’s lust.

With Zayn’s hands bound, Spencer slipped down Zayn’s body, kissing and biting until he could strip Zayn’s lower half. Once he had Zayn nude, Spencer stood and eyed his prize. Zayn was hard all over. He watched Spencer with a heat that nearly singed Spencer’s skin. Spencer held Zayn’s stare as he stripped.

“You are perfect.” He tossed away his final piece of clothing and found the lube and condoms. “I would never forget about you on purpose.”

Zayn didn’t respond.

Spencer wondered if he was angrier than he wanted Spencer to know. It was okay. Spencer would fix everything. He crawled onto the bed and licked Zayn’s cock. Zayn hissed. A smile tugged at Spencer’s lips.

“You’re so goddamn responsive. Since the first time I had you inside me, I’ve been captivated. No one looks at me the way you do—like you’d die if I stopped touching you.” Spencer tore open the condom wrapper and slowly rolled it down Zayn’s length. He purposefully tortured Zayn by not rushing. Spencer went to work on the lube next. He coated Zayn’s length before moving to his balls.

“You make me wonder how far you’ll let me go.” Spencer met Zayn’s burning gaze. He slipped his hand between Zayn’s thighs and toyed with the spot underneath Zayn’s balls. “How far will you let me go, Zayn?” Zayn still didn’t make a sound as Spencer slid lower, but his legs parted. Spencer fought a triumphant smile. He circled Zayn’s asshole with his lubed fingers. “You can’t come yet,” Spencer warned as he slipped a finger inside Zayn. A pant escaped Zayn. Spencer’s cock leaked at the sound. He was turned on. Spencer wanted to sit on Zayn’s cock and take everything he wanted. Instead, he couldn’t stop tormenting Zayn. He curled his finger and pushed, massaging Zayn internally the same way he liked to be pleasured. Zayn squirmed. Spencer increased the pressure. Zayn’s hips left the bed. Spencer snapped. In a flash, he straddled Zayn’s hips and impaled himself. The headboard shook as Zayn fought against his restraints. He looked crazed as Spencer lifted and sat, riding Zayn’s dick. Spencer held Zayn’s stare as he used Zayn’s cock while tugging at his own. Spencer let Zayn see his lust and madness. He used Zayn’s body. Spencer threw his head back and lost himself to the moment. He pictured himself crawling between Zayn’s thighs. Spencer wondered if Zayn would let him push inside that tight ass. He loved the dick, but Spencer also liked to be the one pounding someone’s ass occasionally. Zayn didn’t seem like the type to take it. Maybe he would for Spencer.

“I’m not going to last, sexy. You’re too hot and tight on my dick.”

Spencer drew a ragged breath at Zayn’s words. He dropped his chin and met Zayn’s stare. “You’ll come when I say so.”

Zayn didn’t look dominated. In fact, his expression said he knew exactly what Spencer wanted. “Finish me and then you’re free to fuck me.”

Something inside Spencer darkened. He needed to make Zayn see who was in charge. “I can fuck you now.”

“Prove it.”

A roar sounded in Spencer’s brain. He leaped from Zayn’s body and found another condom. After quickly suiting and lubing up, Spencer found himself on his knees, spreading Zayn’s thighs and pushing his knees higher. He stared down at Zayn’s asshole. It still glistened from Spencer’s earlier play. Spencer wanted to shove his way inside. He couldn’t until he knew how much he was about to hurt Zayn.

“Am I the first?”

“No.”

At Zayn’s answer, Spencer lost the final shred of self-control he possessed. “Thank god.” He impaled Zayn.

A loud moan tore from Zayn.

Spencer took that as an oral agreement to go hard. He angled Zayn’s body so every thrust would bring Zayn pleasure. His eyes burned as he fought to keep them open so he could watch Zayn’s every reaction. Zayn’s muscles strained, and the headboard creaked. An evil smile tugged at Spencer’s lips. He wondered if Zayn would break his bed. Spencer kind of wanted to see it happen. Zayn’s body bowed. Spencer’s breath caught. He forgot everything but the sensations on his cock. Zayn’s asshole squeezed him, making Spencer see stars. A strangled cry filled the air and then Zayn’s body tried sucking Spencer deeper. A shout escaped Spencer as the pressure climbing his shaft turned into ecstasy. He rode Zayn’s ass, trying to steal every spasm of pleasure. Spencer pumped the condom full of cum, wishing he could watch it leak from Zayn’s asshole. Clarity hit harder and faster than Spencer’s orgasm. He wanted more than he realized. While Spencer had admitted they were a couple, he hadn’t thought about what that meant. Spencer recognized the truth now. He wanted this to be permanent. Spencer had zero desire to be with anyone else. He wanted a full-blown commitment where they didn’t need condoms because there would never be anyone else. Fuck. He had found the one.

Zayn’s body hummed with happiness. His wrists throbbed. He didn’t care. All that mattered was the kisses Spencer kept letting him steal. He had started the night beyond pissed over getting stood up, but now he no longer cared. It wasn’t as if he hadn’t enjoyed himself at a class Spencer had gifted him. Plus, it was obvious Spencer felt like shit. In the grand scheme of things, one class wasn’t that important.

Spencer held Zayn’s hair and kissed him deep. Zayn took everything Spencer dished out. If Spencer was in the mood to dominate, Zayn was fine to hand over control. He liked this side of Spencer. When Spencer finally settled down into Zayn’s arms, Zayn’s heart melted.

“I’d love to hear this new set list.”

Spencer’s head shot up. “How did you know it was a new set list?”

A laugh escaped Zayn. “Nothing else steals you away from me like music. Don’t worry. I’m not jealous.”

Spencer crawled until he