“How often do you have people sneaking onto your property?”
Zayn flashed him a smile. “Almost daily. My security team stays busy.”
Spencer still didn’t pay any attention to his surroundings as they moved into the kitchen. “But you walk around freely. I’ve never seen you with a bodyguard.”
“I’ve never seen you with one either.” He snagged Spencer’s waist and invaded his space. “And you’re pretty famous.”
“No one knows my face unless they know my face.” Spencer hoped the explanation made sense. His brain stopped functioning properly when Zayn’s body collided with his.
“Same. People recognize my name, but they don’t really know my face. I don’t do a lot of interviews or anything like that. Mostly, I make money and stay out of the way.”
“I make beats and stay in my head.”
Zayn stared at Spencer’s mouth. “I’ve noticed that about you. You keep your eyes on your work while everyone else focuses on partying.”
Zayn’s claim shook Spencer from the spell his heated gaze weaved. “How many of my events have you been to?”
Zayn backed Spencer against a wall, making him realize Zayn had been steering him in that direction. Without even looking, Zayn reached up and pushed, and a panel opened behind him. They were inside a bedroom. “I’ve seen you enough times to appreciate your passion,” Zayn answered, as if nothing happened.
Spencer glanced around. The bedroom was the size of a large theater. As the panel swung closed, Spencer realized it was a bookshelf on the other side. Zayn had an actual secret passageway into his bedroom. Spencer hadn’t expected to be impressed by anything Zayn’s money could buy, but he liked that. He was also completely distracted by his surroundings now. If anyone asked him to describe what he thought a billionaire’s bedroom looked like, he couldn’t have dreamed up this. Spencer’s bedroom told a story. The passageway bookshelf had priceless comic books encased on the shelves. A miniature fantasyland of castles and dragons took up an entire corner. Meanwhile, a massive whirling light show of custom computers, screens, and keyboards filled another space. A wall-size TV took up an area by the bed. There was another mini kitchen inside the bedroom. He could see a bathroom through an open doorway. Spencer didn’t know where to look first.
He finally just picked a spot. Spencer motioned toward the miniature fantasyland. “Did you build that?”
Zayn barely spared the impressive piece a glance. “Yes. I have a lot of spare time. Would you like something to drink?”
Spencer lost interest in his surroundings again. “Actually, I’d like for you to fuck me.”
“That I can do.” That was all the warning Zayn gave before he overcame Spencer. His mouth covered Spencer’s and Spencer went from mildly interested to on fire. Even though Zayn always watched Spencer with the heat of seven suns, Zayn didn’t strike Spencer as an overly passionate person. He didn’t speak on any subject ardently. The guy just seemed slightly indifferent in everything. Even Zayn openly claimed he was boring. Apparently, there was one thing he did with hot-blooded enthusiasm. Spencer was all systems go. He tugged at Zayn’s shirt until he had him out of it. Everything about Zayn was hard and sexy, but he also had a layer of softness Spencer hadn’t been expecting. As Zayn kissed and bit at Spencer’s throat and worked on unbuttoning Spencer’s pants, Spencer ran his hands over every place he could reach. With his eyes closed, he savored the sensations around him. He liked to lose control. Spencer craved the feeling of being caught in a storm. He loved when the wind whipped around him, carrying him where it wanted to go. Zayn was like that. He tugged and pulled until Spencer found himself face down on an extremely plush mattress. It smelled like lavender. Spencer inhaled even as wet fingers stretched his asshole and teeth sank into his back. He moved restlessly against the mattress, wanting the pleasure his body demanded.
Spencer felt the same way he did while high. He heard the faint crinkle of a condom wrapper, then felt the blunt stretch. A laugh of pure joy burbled in his throat as Zayn forced Spencer’s hips into position and pounded. It was perfect. Age and experience were a good thing. Zayn used his expertise to get his pleasure while also punching that button Spencer loved so much. Spencer didn’t focus on anything other than the building tension. He let Zayn set the pace. The noises coming from his throat were beyond his control. His entire body tensed. Spencer held his breath. Zayn pulled out and flipped Spencer onto his back, tearing a cry of denial from Spencer. Before Spencer could curse him, Spencer’s dick was in Zayn’s mouth. Zayn sucked, pulling Spencer’s waiting orgasm from him without warning. Spencer cried out and held Zayn’s hair in a death grip as he rode Zayn’s tongue. Zayn swallowed every drop before pushing Spencer’s thighs apart and impaling him once more.
Spencer clutched the bedding and held on. All he could do was gasp as an ecstasy he had never known before rocked his soul. Zayn looked severe as he took his pleasure from Spencer’s body. When Zayn blew, he whispered Spencer’s name while never once breaking eye contact. Zayn melted into Spencer, claiming his mouth once more. This time, their kiss was sweet. Spencer felt a spark of something he didn’t understand. He could taste his cum on Zayn’s tongue. Spencer didn’t want the kiss to end. He felt oddly connected to life in that moment.
When Zayn rolled away, Spencer immediately went cold. He almost jumped from the bed while Zayn tossed the condom in the trash, but then he was back. Spencer found himself squashed beneath Zayn’s wide chest. His breath left him as their tongues met. Spencer couldn’t completely close his eyes this time.
