Page 141 of Break the Rule
“Greedy whore,” Eden murmurs, biting Charlie’s ear and managing to make the words sound like a term of endearment. From Eden, it is. He’s never going to be full of purple prose or flowery words, but he claims Charlie, loves Charlie, in the only way he knows how—unfiltered and raw. It’s perfect. Eden is perfect.
“Please, baby.”
Despite his begging, Eden continues to fuck into Charlie so slowly he nearly cries. Arching his back, he tries to slam his ass against Eden’s cock, grunting when Eden’s hands shove onto his shoulders and press him down into the mattress.
“I’m in control. You’re going to lay there and take what I give you.”
“Okay,” Charlie groans, unsure how being tortured to orgasm is the single hottest experience of his life.
More than once, Charlie’s wondered if he has a bit of a degradation or light masochism kink, and Eden has only confirmed those suspicions.
“We should try edging,” Charlie says, turning his face out of the pillow. “Not right now because I might die, but one day. You can edge me until I’m almost crying.”
Eden’s body stills, those big blue eyes of his blinking down at him before Eden thrusts into him while crashing their mouths together in a kiss that’s slightly awkward in its angle yet perfect in its desperation.
There’s nothing slow about Eden’s movements anymore, his nails digging into Charlie’s hips as his pace turns frantic.
“Mine,” Eden asserts possessively, almost as if a part of him is afraid there could be anyone else—as if Charlie could even think about anyone else since the moment he met Eden.
Charlie is still a slut, only from now on he’sEden’sslut.
“Yours, baby.”
Eden growls, biting Charlie’s bottom lip as he slips out. “I need?—”
“Yeah,” Charlie gasps, already knowing what’s coming. “Show me who I belong to.”
Removing his mouth from Charlie’s, Eden inches back until he’s kneeling over Charlie, who turns his head to watch. Seeing Eden like this—delicate fingers curled around his flushed cock, jerking himself roughly as he stares at Charlie’s back, covered in marks from last night—he feels owned. He knows that’s the point. There’s a small, still broken part of Eden that only feels safe when he’s got Charlie like this. He needs to claim and mark, like a child with a favorite toy, afraid someone might take it. He won’t say it, but there’s something reverent yet fragile in the way Eden later touches the marks he leaves. One day, he might be able to say the words but for now his hands and mouth, and his dick, tell Charlie what Eden can’t yet verbalize—that he loves Charlie.
“You ready?” Eden asks.
“You know I am. Come on. Do it. Show me who I belong to, Eden. Whose am I?”
“Mine,” Eden whines, his release raining down on Charlie’s back in thick spurts, painting his back and ass. The moment he’s finished coming, Eden bends down to lick him clean, leaving Charlie trembling with need when he ends up with a tongue and finger in his ass. It’s not long before Charlie’s coming—his prostate stimulated while Eden messily tongue fucks him, proving to be more than Charlie can resist.
Rolling out of the wet spot he’s made, Charlie holds his arms open while struggling to catch his breath. Like a cat, Eden crawls into his arms, hiding his face in Charlie’s neck the way he always does after. Dirty talk and dirty fucking is no problem, but cuddling brings out the bashful side of his boyfriend, and Charlieknows better than to tease him now, instead drawing his fingers up and down Eden’s back.
“What are you painting?” Eden murmurs between open mouthed kisses to the side of Charlie’s throat.
Charlie hums, unsure what kind of pattern he’d been imaging as he drew his fingers across Eden’s skin. He wants to paint him later and can already see the canvas in his eyes. It’ll be beautiful and sharp—just like Eden.
“Something pretty,” Charlie answers.
“You better not mean me, asshole.”
“I would never call you pretty. I don’t have a death wish.”
“You were thinking it though, you fucker.”
“Mind reading one of your talents now? I should add that to your list of boyfriend qualifications. Eden Montgomery—known to fuck your brains out, unlimited sass, will provide cuddles under duress, and can read minds.”
“Shut the fuck up, Charlie.”
“What fun would that be?” Charlie laughs, pretending he can’t feel Eden’s smile hidden against his throat. “Speaking of fun, I bought?—”
“You two better not be fucking,” Andrew yells, knocking on the bedroom door twice. “I told you we’d be here at ten, and it’s five after. That was a very large buffer.”
“We’re not fucking,” Charlie yells back.
