Page 34 of Break the Rule
“Don’t get too excited. You’re just pretty to look at.”
“Look all you want,” Charlie grins, kicking off his hideous lime green Crocs, then reaching for the button on his pants. He thumbs it open, slowly tugging the zipper down to reveal a patch of thick, dark curls.
“No underwear, Charlie? Are you always such a whore?”
Charlie laughs. “It’s underwear or pants. You can’t expect me to wear both. My dick can’t breathe.”
“I doubt it’s that big.”
“Why don't you see for yourself,” Charlie smirks, yanking off his paint-stained tie dye t-shirt before dropping his pants. There’s no finesse to the way he disrobes, no real show, making it all that much sexier for reasons Eden is unwilling to examine.
“Acceptable,” Eden grumbles, unwilling to acknowledge how badly he wants to drop to his knees and shove his face inCharlie’s crotch, how badly he wants to nose into that thick treasure trail and see how much of his massive dick he can swallow. Charlie’s cock really is huge, uncut and thicker than Eden expected given Charlie’s lithe figure. His chest and thighs have more of that same dark hair, not much but enough that Eden wants to rub his hands over it. He holds back, unable to show his cards just yet.
“That all?” Charlie asks, dragging a hand down his chest and wrapping it around his length. He doesn’t stroke, just lifts it as if presenting it on a fucking platter. It draws Eden’s attention to the precome beading at the tip and the heavy weight of his balls. He’s stupidly fucking handsome, and Eden wants to fucking devour him.
“You haven’t given me a show yet,” Eden says, so hard his own dick aches. He wants to touch himself more but he won’t yet.
“This what you want from me?” Charlie asks, curling those long, artistic fingers around his cock and giving it a lazy pull. There’s splatters of blue and black paint on his knuckles. The way it looks, seeing that paint covered hand stroke his dick, the foreskin shifting on the upstroke, has Eden mesmerized.
“I love playing with my cock,” Charlie admits, widening his legs.
“You’re a whore, Charlie.”
Charlie hums, speeding up his strokes. “If I wasn’t meant to wanna touch, then why does it feel so good?”
“There is such a thing as self-restraint.”
Charlie laughs, his chest shaking with the force of it. “Fuck self-restraint, I want to feel good.”
Eden can’t imagine just living life like that—just wanting things and having them. He never gets anything he wants, partly because he can’t have those things but also because when the chance comes around, he denies himself. It’s easier not to get ataste of things you can’t keep. Except he doesn’t want to keep Charlie, he only wants a taste.
One night. No feelings. They both agreed.
For once in his life, Eden is tired. He’s so fucking tired of holding back and hiding. He’s tired of curling into his bed alone, burying himself under blankets to pretend someone is touching him. Tired of pretending he doesn’t like sex because all his firsts were tainted by men who took what Eden didn’t want to give.
Well Charlie isn’t taking anything. Not from Eden. He’s offering himself up, no strings attached, and Eden is going to be the one totake.
“Stop touching yourself, Charlie.”
The softest whine falls from Charlie’s lips, but he does as he’s told, a question in his eyes as he watches Eden walk towards him.
“What are you going to do?”
“Anything I want,” Eden answers, close enough to do what he’s been dying to do. He curls his fingers around Charlie’s dick, giving it a firm but lazy stroke as he starts to mouth at Charlie’s throat. “I’m going to touch you however I want because that’s what you want, isn’t it? You want me to play with you.”
“Oh, fuck.”
“Mhmm,” Eden hums, dragging his teeth over Charlie’s collar bone until the skin reddens. “I’m going to play with my little slut.”
“Fuck, fuck, fuck.”
“You love it,” Eden croons, drunk on Charlie’s submission. “You love that I’m smaller than you but in control right now, don’t you?”
“I like everything about you,” Charlie moans.
Eden snorts. Charlie is clearly the kind of man who falls in love at the first fuck, but he’ll get over it the second Eden isn’t jerking him off. For now, he can be as delusional as he wants.
“You’re gonna like me on my knees,” Eden whispers, dragging his tongue down Charlie’s chest as he settles himself on his knees. He spreads his legs wide, skirt fanning out around his lap to expose the hem of his boxer briefs where they cling to his thighs.
