Page 68 of Break the Rule
“Say it,” Eden demands, “tell me what you are.”
“A slut.”
“Nu-uh,” Eden says, sliding his knee between Charlie’s legs. The action hitches his skirt up, and when Charlie looks down he can see the upper half of Eden’s thigh, the faintest dusting of almost white hair and a tiny scar. “Myslut.”
“Fuck,” Charlie moans, almost embarrassed by his own reaction. He’s never been bashful before, never been shy about what turns him on, but his visceral reaction to being owned and degraded by Eden is staggering.
“You like it, Charlie.” Eden’s knee works up, the bend of it rubbing against Charlie’s aching balls. “You like that I’m gonna take what I want, that I’m gonna use you.”
“Yes,” Charlie whines, desperately trying not to writhe against Eden in case anyone is watching. Some of his neighbors already dislike him for his weird hours and never ending nighttime company. The last thing he needs is for one of them to call the cops and report him for public indecency.
“You sound a little desperate, Charlie.”
“Only a little?” Charlie huffs. “I haven’t had sex in two weeks.”
“Two weeks,” Eden echoes, the space between his thin eyebrows disappearing. “You haven’t fucked anyone since I was inside of you?”
For reasons entirely unknown to Charlie, he does something he has never, in his entire life, done. He fucking blushes.
“I was busy,” Charlie mumbles.
“Busy doing what, Charlie?” Eden fingertips skirt up his throat, the light drag of nails making Charlie’s stomach quiver.
“Painting,” Charlie croaks, pretty damn proud of himself for managing a solid answer, albeit a one word one. It’s not a lie either, he was obsessively painting. He just leaves out the partwhere the source of his obsession is the guy pressing him into the wall.
“Have you been working hard?” Eden asks, nails scraping the hollow of his throat and around until they’re dragging across Charlie’s sensitive scalp.
“If I say yes, do I get a reward?” Charlie groans.
“I already told you, Charlie, you can have anything you want if you ask for it.”
“A kiss,” Charlie blurts.
Eden stills, his eyes searching Charlie’s face.
“A kiss.”
“Am I allowed to ask for that?” Charlie utters, afraid he’s gone and fucked it up. That was one of Eden’s hard rules, the one he broke, but also the one that had him run. It would’ve been safer to ask to be fucked over his desk again or railed in the shower, but the thought of Eden’s sweet lips haunted Charlie’s dreams and every waking moment since Eden kissed him. He’s desperate for another taste, desperate forEden.
“Yeah,” Eden whispers, rising up onto tiptoes while pulling Charlie’s head down. “You can have a kiss, Charlie.”
That’s all the warning Charlie gets before Eden’s mouth crashes against his, just as desperate and demanding as a week ago. The difference is, Charlie is ready for it this time, at least he thinks. Turns out nothing can prepare him for the way it feels to be devoured.
Someone is moaning—heis moaning—pretty fucking loudly, but fuck it feels so good. Charlie’s always liked kissing, but this he loves. Eden’s mouth deserves to be immortalized for the way he draws responses from Charlie, tangling their tongues together and working Charlie’s mouth open until he’s a gasping, writhing mess. He really hopes none of his neighbors are watching because he’s beyond caring what they see, his hands scrambling to find purchase on Eden’s body.
When Eden grabs his wrists, Charlie thinks he’s going to be stopped. Instead, Eden moves Charlie’s hand under his skirt to his ass and then Charlie’s got two hands full of Eden’s plump little ass. He lifts Eden with ease, damn near coming in his fucking pants when Eden’s long, pale legs wrap around his waist.
“I’m gonna fuck you right here where anyone can see if we don’t get inside in the next sixty seconds,” Charlie groans.
“Bold of you to assume you’ll be doing the fucking.” Eden nibbles along the side of Charlie’s jaw while they both try to catch their breath. “I’m going to be fuckingyou,Charlie. Just like we both know you want.”
What can Charlie possibly say to that? Eden isn’t wrong. While Charlie would happily fuck Eden, and definitely would like to, right now what he wants more than anything is to have Eden fuck him hard and good like he did last time. Charlie thought he knew what it was like to be fucked, has had many partners fuck him. He’s been pegged, pinned down and fingered to orgasm more times than he can count. Sometimes by big cocks, sometimes small, but none of them had wrung reactions from Charlie like Eden had.
“That’s what you want, isn't it, Charlie?” Eden brings their mouths together in a not quite kiss so that Charlie can taste every word. “You want me so bad.”
“Yes,” Charlie whines, digging his fingers into Eden’s ass. “I want you.”
“How bad, Charlie?”
