Page 33 of Break the Rule
“You know, you aren’t making this easy.”
“If you want easy, go fuck someone else,” Eden snarks.
“See that’s the thing.” Charlie inclines his face down. It’s always Eden trying to carve his way into spaces. Make himself taller, louder, braver. Watching Charlie mold himself into Eden’s space makes something primal roar to life within him.That, his brain screams. We wantthat. “I don’t want to fuck anyone else. Not tonight. I only want this feisty ass, pretty boy who is currently glaring at me.”
“Call me pretty again and you’ll regret it,” Eden says.
“The kind of regret where I have to watch you walk away?” Charlie asks, face so goddamn close Eden could kiss him if he wanted to. He doesn’t want to because he doesn’t kiss, but he could, and that thrills him. “Or the kind of regret where you take it out on my ass?”
“What are you, a fucking masochist?”
“More of a hedonist,” Charlie smirks, expression softening as he angles his face so close his next words send gusts of warm breath across Eden’s cheek. “I’m a man who thrives on getting reactions, and I love all the ones you give me. But I’m not a total dick. You tell me you don’t want this, and I’ll walk you to your car and stop flirting. But?—”
“But what?” Eden blurts, hating how curious he is, hating the way his heart beats faster and his dick is half-hard in his skirt.
“But if you still want me, still wanna shove me over that desk back there and have me at your command, then I’m gonna run my ass into the house for condoms and lube—which, by the way, was why I stopped. I don’t fuck without protection.”
“Oh.” Eden swallows down embarrassment and arousal.
Looks like he wasn’t being rejected. Charlie was, as expected, being responsible and a good man. Fuck him, and alsofuckhim. Eden has never wanted to bend someone over and bury himself in them as bad as he does Charlie.
“Well?” Charlie asks, swaying on his feet. “You want a gentlemanly walk to your car or?—”
“Charlie,” Eden interrupts, slowly inching back into his personal space now that he’s had confirmation that he’s wanted. “I’m no fucking gentleman.”
“I can be,” Charlie says, eyes drawn down to Eden’s lips.
Emboldened, Eden darts his tongue out, dragging it over the rings in his bottom lip. “What if I don’t want you to be a gentleman, Charlie?”
“What is it you want me to be?” Charlie whispers.
“My slut.”
Eden is no stranger to sex, or men looking like they’re going to nut themselves simply by looking at him. What he is a stranger to is the feeling that washes over him when Charlie rocks into his personal space, nosing against Eden’s ear and resting his hands on Eden’s hips with the gentlest of touches. True to his promise he doesn’t grab, the pressure of his hands at Eden’s waist so light, it’d be easy to pretend they weren’t there if Eden wanted to. He doesn’t want to. “I’ll be anything you want me to be.”
Euphoria erupts in Eden. This is what he wants. He wants to touch and take, to give and let go, to be the one in control. There isn’t much in life Eden trusts, but his gut is saying to go for it. Reckless as it might be, something is telling him to give in. It’s only for one night. This isn’t going to ever happen again, so why shouldn’t Eden have everything he wants?
“Get the lube and condoms,” Eden tells him, threading his fingers in Charlie’s hair and giving it a firm tug. His dick hardens at the way Charlie’s eyes go half-lidded at being manhandled. “Then get your ass in that studio because tonight it’s mine.”
Charlie doesn’t wait to be told twice, all but running across the yard. The sight would be funny if Eden wasn’t more turned on than he’s possibly ever been. His skin tingles with arousal, gut aching and his dick rock hard. While he waits for Charlie’s return, he meanders back to the studio. Once inside, he lifts his skirt to palm himself in an effort to take off the sharpest edge of arousal.
“You started without me,” Charlie pants, leaning against the open doorway and eying Eden’s hand shoved under his skirt—with obvious longing.
“I did,” Eden agrees, making a show of arching his back as he widens his fingers to apply more pressure. Charlie can't seethe way he’s touching himself since he’s still hidden by the skirt but the idea of being watched, of giving Charlie a little bit of a show and knowing he isn’t going to touch until Eden lets him is thrilling.
“Can I?”
“No,” Eden answers, testing. When Charlie doesn’t demand or protest, the last of Eden’s walls come down. Whatever the fuck this is, he’s safe. Charlie isn’t going to take more than Eden is willing to let him have.
“What can I do?” Charlie asks, moving into the studio. He lays the condoms and bottle of lube on the table near Eden in offering then waits, hands folded in front of him and his dick straining against the fabric of his linen pants.
“Get naked.”
“By myself?”
“Give me a show, Charlie.”
The corner of his mouth turns up in a smirk. “You like looking at me.”
