Page 135 of Break the Rule
“And loud.”
“Yes.”
“And your Crocs are horrible.”
“So Andrew always tells me.”
“You can’t cook for shit, Charlie.”
“I know.”
“You’re beautiful.”
Those two words light Charlie up.
“Oh.”
“I’ve never wanted to keep anyone.” Eden’s fingers smooth over Charlie’s chest hair, his eye contact unwavering.
“But you want to keep me.”
Eden doesn’t deny it, which is good because it wasn’t a question.
“You’re a pain in my fucking ass.”
“You’re welcome.”
The corner of Eden’s mouth quirks up, not a smile but something better—something small and real and just for Charlie.
“I probably should keep you, I’m the only one who can put up with your shit.”
If possible, Charlie’s heart grows ten sizes.
“I knew you loved me.”
“I did not say that,” Eden huffs, but the pink on his cheeks lets Charlie know he could. One day. If Charlie is patient—and gentle—he thinks maybe Eden could love him. Maybe he does even now, but Charlie’s not going to push. He doesn’t need a label or a few words. All he needs is Eden.
“You so did. You want to keep me,” Charlie sings. “You want to love me. You want to fuck me. You want to?—”
“Charlie?” Eden barks, the sharpness in his tone in juxtaposition with the smile he’s trying very hard to hide.
“Yes, baby?”
“Shut the fuck up.”
Charlie’s fingers slip into Eden’s hair while his thumb smooths across the arch of his cheek. “Make me.”
Eden does just that, surging forward to kiss Charlie. His tongue is in Charlie’s mouth, his hands everywhere, and then his dick is sliding into Charlie’s ass, still loose and dripping come, slightly oversensitive yet ready to welcome Eden in. Charlie’s not even hard, but there’s something perfect about lying there and letting Eden use him. Every thrust is too much in the most satisfying way, his spent dick giving a half-hearted attempt to get hard but not quite making it there. The real satisfaction comes, not in Charlie’s own arousal, but in Eden’s—in seeing him whimper and writhe as he fucks into Charlie, burying his face in Charlie’s neck and biting down hard enough to leave a mark. He comes quicker than Charlie expects, his entire body shudderingas his hands and mouth cover Charlie in marks. Even that doesn’t seem to be enough because when he finally pulls out, his warm release dripping out of Charlie’s ass, Eden’s fingers are there shoving it back in.
He’s not even trying to make Charlie come, merely playing with Charlie as he shoves three fingers in and plugs him up.
“Trying to keep it there forever?” Charlie huffs, unused to feeling so relaxed and turned on at once. It’s an unfamiliar juxtaposition, and Charlie hardly knows if he wants to beg Eden to make him come or pull Eden into his arms and cuddle him forever.
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you? You like being full of my come like the slut you are.”
A spike of arousal courses through Charlie. Okay yeah, he wants to come again.
“Eden.”
