Page 38 of Break the Rule
“Just tell me what to say. I’ll say anything you want.”
His words slice through the last of Eden’s defenses, sending them crumbling. It’s a good fucking thing Charlie can’t see him right now because if he could, Eden’s not sure if he’d run or hit him. He can’t school his features, can’t keep his own desperation from his voice when he speaks.
“You’ll say anything because you’re a slut, aren’t you? A cock slut. A whore. You like to be filled.”
“Fuck yes,” Charlie curses, dropping his forehead against the table with a thud. “Just—oh. I’m a slut. I’m a whore. I’m a slutty whore who wants your cock. I’myourslut.”
Pleasure courses through Eden. Charlie might be a slut, might do this with anyone willing but tonight he’s Eden’s. Tonight, just for this one night, Eden is the one who is wanted. That knowledge is like a drug for someone like Eden, filling all the gnarled cracks and holes everyone else has left behind.
He’s under no illusions about what this all means, but just for tonight Charlie’s submission and reverence can fill in those cracks. It won’t last, it never does, but it feels good to pretend. Charlie’s back arches, his legs widening until he’s all but hanging off the table, affording Eden a better position to grab his hips and fuck into him with unrelenting strokes.
Giving in to his own desires, to the pleasure, Eden pulls back then slams back in, pleasure making his spine tingle. Stupid fucking Charlie and his perfect fucking ass.
“That’s right, Charlie,” he says, desperately trying to regain the control he feels like he’s losing. “Tonight you’remyslut.”
Charlie moans, loud and deep, falling apart on Eden’s cock with a slurry of curses and pleas. His words blend together with the sounds of sex—skin slapping and heavy breathing. It feels so fucking good.
It’s Charlie who comes first, his shouts echo, the sound of wood dragging on hardwood as he sends the desk beneath him skittering. Eden comes not long after, the crescent shape of his nails marking Charlie’s hips as he buries himself in the welcoming heat of his body, hiding his face in Charlie’s back as he shudders through his orgasm.
“Fuck that felt great,” Charlie says.
Somehow the word doesn’t hold the satisfaction it should. Eden’s buzzing with his own post-orgasm release, but unlike Charlie he doesn’t feel relaxed or content. He feels likesomething crawled under his skin, and he needs to claw it out, even if that requires ripping his own skin off.
Fuck. Eden is so fucking stupid.
Being with someone adamant they didn’t want more than one night was supposed to make this easier, not act as a reminder that no one has ever wanted more than a one-and-done with Eden. All he’s ever been good for was to fulfill someone’s fantasies.
“Was it as good for you?” Charlie asks, languidly stretching himself across the desk “Because it was really fucking good for me.”
His self-satisfaction should make Eden feel smug or proud, but all he feels is empty. He desperately wants to hide in the shower until the hot water runs cold. He’s going to look like he just had a good fuck. He hopes Addy went to sleep, hopes there’s no one there to watch him come home.
“Yeah,” Eden lies, pretending his carefully protected cracks haven’t fissured irrevocably.
One time was enough.
Maybe if he keeps repeating it, it’ll feel true.
8CHARLIE
“Charlie King,get your lazy ass up.”
Groaning, Charlie grabs his pillow and pulls it over his head. Whoever is yelling needs to shut the fuck up. He regrets giving all of his brothers a house key, the noisy assholes. Come to think of it, Jason never uses the key unless it’s a boys’ night, and Andrew is far quieter, leaving only one brother. His baby brother. The one most likely to come over with food.
“Seriously, I’ve been calling you for ten minutes, what did you—what the fuck,” Alec curses.
Lifting the pillow off his head, Charlie peers at Alec who is standing in the doorway, looking far more put together than any human being has a right to look this early: perfect curls fall into his eyes and his cropped t-shirt and jeans are equally perfect. He’s come into himself this last year, and while Charlie knows exactly who is to thank for giving Alec a safe place to land when he fell, he doesn’t like to think about that too much or he feels nauseous.
“Hey, Ally.”
“‘Hey Ally,’” Alec mimics, flipping the light on so it’s even brighter than before. “What the fuck happened to you? You were either mauled by a bear or—no, I got nothing, which is sayingsomething because my imagination is wild. Though judging by the teeth marks on your ass, I’m going to say you’re the one who had a wild night. Where did you even pick someone up? Andrew said you guys just went to Juanita’s and came home.”
“That’s a lot of talking for this early in the morning.”
“It’s not early,” Alec scoffs. “It’s almost ten thirty. Now answer the question. I want details.”
“Details like the details you gave me about meeting Emerson during pizza night?” Charlie grumbles, still put out as fuck that Alec held out on him. Even if they’d already talked about it where Alec admitted he’d opened a text message to Charlie then got distracted and didn’t realize he never sent it.
“You can’t still be mad about that.”
