Page 132 of Break the Rule
“You could—” Charlie starts, words cut off when Eden crashes their mouths together, leaving Charlie helpless to do anything but writhe and moan beneath Eden while Eden devours his mouth. His kiss is relentless, something frenzied in it. Their first kiss had been desperate, but that was different,this is—demanding. As if Eden has accepted Charlie is his and is taking everything he wants.
As Eden’s tongue slips into Charlie’s mouth, there’s movement, and it takes Charlie’s kiss focused brain a second to make sense of what is happening.
“I wanna see,” Charlie says, unsure why it comes out sounding like he’s begging.
“Why?” Eden asks, whether he’s serious or merely wants to hear how desperate Charlie is for him makes no difference. Charlie is happy to oblige.
“Because I need to see those perfect fingers of yours sinking into your body. I wanna see you open yourself up for me, getting yourself ready for my cock.”
“It’s not that big,” Eden huffs, back arched and face slightly pinched. Charlie would give anything to be able to touch Eden right now, to kiss away the lines on his face and be the one whose fingers are slipping into his body. For now, he can wait. Maybe if he’s a good boy, next time Eden will let him do the honors.
“I’m big enough to fill you.”
The words have Eden groaning, unexpectedly responsive to one little sentence.
“You like that idea, baby? You like the idea of my cock inside of you, filling you up?” Eden grunts, his breath hot against Charlie’s cheek.
Maybe he doesn’t need to look, because feeling Eden’s dick against his hip as Eden tries not to rub off on him while prepping himself is so fucking hot.
“You like it,” Eden grunts.
“Damn right I do. You have any idea how good you’re going to look bouncing on my dick? How much I want to see you fucking yourself, using my dick for your own pleasure.”
Eden whines, the sound broken by another moan that must come from Charlie, even if he doesn’t realize he is making it. Hashe ever been this desperate to be inside someone? He doesn’t think so.
“Wanna fill you up. Wanna see you make yourself feel good with my cock, watch you take everything because it’s all for you. Everything is for you.”
“Shut up, Charlie.”
“Make me.”
“Fine,” Eden grits out, his lube slick fingers suddenly on Charlie’s erection. The pleasure is spine-tingling and all too brief, but Charlie doesn’t have long to mourn the loss of Eden’s hand because then Eden is on his knees, lining Charlie’s cock up and sinking down on it without warning.
One of them, maybe Eden, maybe Charlie—it’s impossible to tell which of them—moans loudly. And oh yeah, that's Charlie because he makes the sound again when Eden rises onto his knees and slams back down, doing exactly what Charlie goaded him to do—take.
There’s nothing slow or gentle about this fucking, and while that is something Charlie would very much like to explore at some point, for now he lets himself enjoy the feeling of being inside of Eden. Charlie’s fucked enough people that the physical part, good as it feels, is nothing new. What is new are the feelings in his chest. Giant, loud feelings screaming at him to worship and claim and protect. Sex has always felt good, but it’s never felt so consuming.
“Eden,” Charlie cries, unable to pretend he’s anything but desperate. He tugs at the belt around his wrists, wanting to touch so bad it hurts. Still, he keeps his arms above his head, ignoring the tightness in his shoulders and the aching in his heart.
“Stupid fucking cock is huge,” Eden groans.
“Thought you said I wasn’t that big.”
“I lied,” Eden admits, resting his hands on Charlie’s chest. “You’re big.”
“Is that a good thing?”
Eden nods, blowing the hair out of his eyes as he rocks his hips. “S’good. Feels good.”
It’s hardly the most effusive response, yet it lights Charlie up like a goddamn firework. His baby feels good, because of him. Or at least because of his dick. He’s not actually doing anything but lying here looking pretty, but that too, is what Eden wants—what he needs—and being able to give him that is satisfying in ways Charlie never dreamed.
Sex is great. It’s always been great. Charlie’s a slut for a reason, after all. But this? Sex with someone he actually cares about? It’s fucking life-altering.
Something about the sight of Eden fucking himself, all that pale skin and fair hair, sets Charlie on fire. It’s not just the way it feels, not just the tightness surrounding him or how gloriously intense it is to be inside Eden without a condom, it’s all the little sounds he makes and the way he’s not holding back. Eden feels safe with him, even if that takes Charlie being restrained a bit, and that feels good in a way he’s never experienced during sex.
Physical gratification is good, and Charlie is dangerously close to coming already, but the emotional satisfaction of having Eden back with him—of being inside of Eden—is enough to have Charlie near his breaking point.
“I’m gonna come.”
