Beautifully Spun by Charity Parkerson (self help books to read .TXT) 📕

Spencer glanced Jinx’s way before meeting Zayn’s stare again. “I have to get all this stuff loaded.”

Zayn straightened away from the truck. “I’ll help.”

Hudson slapped Zayn’s shoulder and squeezed. “I’ll help Jinx. You two can head out. We got this.”

Zayn looked between everyone. “Are you sure? That seems like a lot.”

Spencer stepped in. “They’re good. Jinx is the best at what he does.”

Even though Zayn still didn’t look comfortable leaving the pair, he jumped down and joined Spencer on the ground. Spencer inhaled Zayn’s cologne. His body stirred as images of Zayn biting his skin invaded his head. A repeat performance was definitely on Spencer’s agenda.

“I’m parked this way,” Zayn said, motioning to their left. “I brought my Hummer since I didn’t figure bringing the Chiron to the middle of the desert would be a good idea.”

Spencer nodded as they fell into step beside each other. “True. Half these people are high as fuck too,” Spencer said, eyeing the crowd that still lingered. “You don’t want to risk any of them hitting your car.”

“I’m guessing you’re probably high as a kite too after inhaling that smoke all night.” Before Spencer had time to respond, Zayn glanced behind him. “Are you sure we should leave Jinx and Hudson with all that work?”

A bark of laughter burst from Spencer. He linked his arm through Zayn’s and kept the guy moving. “First off, a majority of what you see is set up by a staging company Hudson hired. Only some smaller speakers and equipment are mine. Second, Jinx is young and hot, and Hudson never left his side all night. This was Hudson’s party. He had countless, and I do mean countless willing bodies in that crowd, yet he stayed with Jinx. It’s definitely time for us to move along so Hudson can shoot his shot.”

He felt Zayn relax. “Oh. I was cock-blocking all night and didn’t even know it.”

The laughter in Zayn’s voice made Spencer smile. “Yeah, well, you and fifteen hundred other people. While Hudson is known for being pretty wild, he’s not the type to fuck anyone in public while promoting a new album. His reputation is pretty important to him.” Spencer glanced around. Things were thinning out quickly. “They’ll be alone soon enough.”

“Yo, sick beats tonight.”

Spencer nodded at the guy who yelled the praise.

Zayn’s hold tightened on Spencer. “Speaking of being alone with someone sexy, I’m looking pretty forward to that myself,” Zayn said as they reached the passenger side of a black Hummer. The lights flashed and Zayn opened the door for him. Spencer barely spared the vehicle a glance as he climbed inside. He couldn’t make himself stop holding Zayn’s stare. No one had ever looked at him the way Zayn did. There was something in Zayn’s eyes. It was more than desire. Spencer couldn’t put a name to it. All he knew was he needed Zayn to unleash whatever he barely kept restrained when he looked at Spencer. There was a spark. Zayn wanted to burn.

When Zayn climbed behind the wheel, Spencer lost his grip on his self-control. He grabbed Zayn’s shirt and hauled Zayn his way. Their mouths clashed. The light inside the vehicle dimmed until they were plunged into darkness. There were no streetlights in the desert. Only the moon and stars gave any light at all. They were alone in their cocoon of darkness and heat. Spencer massaged his way down Zayn’s chest until he reached the hard-on straining against Zayn’s jeans. He fought to unbutton Zayn’s pants, but the angle made it impossible.

Zayn pulled away. “Give me a second.”

Before Spencer could question Zayn, Zayn jumped from the vehicle and opened the back. Spencer fought to catch his breath while Zayn crawled around inside.

“Come back here.”

Spencer glanced over his shoulder and the entire back rows were folded down, creating a comfy-looking bed. He didn’t think twice before dumping his laptop on the floorboard and crawling between the seats. He overcame Zayn the moment Zayn reached for him. Their tongues stroked as Spencer tumbled Zayn onto his back and went to work on his clothes. They were an inferno of passion. Spencer had never felt like this before. He understood lust. This was different. It was explosive. Spencer felt like he would tear off his skin if he didn’t find a way to get closer to Zayn. He barely had Zayn’s erection free before he had it in his mouth. Spencer licked and sucked, reveling in the sounds Zayn made. He had a nice cock. It wasn’t too big or too small. It fit perfectly inside Spencer without hurting him and made for a great meal. There were no practiced skills being used tonight. Spencer was starved, and he went wild. He pried Zayn’s jeans down his hips and then two-handed Zayn’s dick while sucking the tip. Zayn pulled his hair, making his scalp sting. Spencer punished him by swallowing his cock while massaging his balls.

“Oh my god, Spencer. I’m about to blow.”

Spencer laughed around Zayn’s shaft. He wanted it. Spencer needed Zayn’s cum. A loud, erratic panting filled the inside of the car. Zayn’s hips lifted, straining against Spencer’s mouth. Spencer pumped and bobbed, trying to suck Zayn dry. A muffled cry reverberated from the walls of the vehicle. Hot cum filled Spencer’s mouth. A moan rose in Spencer’s throat. He swallowed it along with his prize. Spencer kept sucking, trying to get more. In a flash, he found himself dragged from his meal. With a twist and a roll, Zayn’s huge body pinned Spencer. Their tongues brushed, giving Spencer a new prize to suck. Zayn’s hand found its way inside Spencer’s pants. It was his turn to fight for release. It felt like Zayn was everywhere. Their kiss stayed passionate, but Zayn tugged Spencer’s cock, teased his balls, and tickled his asshole. Spencer’s attention was split. He didn’t want to stop kissing, but his body strained. Spencer didn’t know which sensation to focus on. Zayn decided for him