Page 37 of Break the Rule
“Keep the skirt on.” Somehow the way he says it makes it both a demand and a plea. The tone of his request goes right to Eden’s dick.
Eden moves closer, dragging himself over Charlie’s naked back so his skirt brushes up against his ass. “You like my skirt, Charlie?”
“If I say yes, are you going to bite me again?”
“Maybe.”
“Yes.”
Eden rubs his skirt-covered erection against Charlie’s ass, the pressure as sinful as the sounds of pleasure that erupt from Charlie. He does it again before attaching his mouth to the curve of Charlie’s bony shoulder and biting, this time hard enough to leave a mark. When he pulls back, the shape of his teeth lingers, offering a kind of twisted satisfaction. Charlie looks good like that, and would look even better with another one.
“What are you—” Charlie starts to ask when Eden abruptly pulls away, but the rest of his question turns into a strangled kind of panting when Eden once again drops to his knees and gives into his own desires and bites Charlie’s ass. “Fucking fuck.”
Eden hums, mouthing at the skin then plunging his fingers back into Charlie’s ass. He doesn’t need the prep, but Eden’s not done playing yet.
“I thought you were gonna fuck me,” Charlie manages to get out.
“I am going to do whatever I want with you,” Eden tells him, pulling his fingers out in favor of spreading Charlie’s ass wide. His puckered hole shines with lube. “Remember the deal. My slut, tonight.Mine.”
“Yes, yours. Now fucking do something with me.”
“You’ve only been empty for a few seconds.”
“Feels like longer,” Charlie grits out, sounding very much like he’s whining.
“You want to be full, Charlie? You want me to shove my cock into you, you wanna feel the fabric of my skirt as I fuck you like the cock slut you are?”
“Fuck yes.” Charlie spreads his legs wider, flattening himself to the table and arching his back. He’s tall enough Eden’s gonna have to be on his tip toes to fuck him, but it’ll be worth it.
“I suppose if it’s only this one night, I better give you what you want.”
“Please.”
Men have begged for Eden, but never like this, and the feeling is heady. Not bothering to disrobe more than absolutely necessary, he shoves his boxers off, then grabs a condom, slipping it on his rock hard dick that’s already leaking at the tip. The temptation to stroke himself nice and slow the way he likes, to paint Charlie’s back and thighs and perfect ass with his come is strong. If they were ever going to do this again, that’s what he’d want—to cover Charlie in his own release. They won’t have a second time though, so Eden contents himself with the satisfaction that comes with pressing into another man for the first time.
Charlie moans like the whore he is, clawing at the table to keep from thrusting back as Eden sinks in deeper, going probably too slow for Charlie but unable to make himself speed up. It feels so fucking good, and Eden wants to see, grabbing atthe front of his skirt and lifting it so he can watch his cock slip inside.
“You look so good being fucked,” Eden tells him. It’s true, too. He doesn’t have to like Charlie to be honest about that. Eden is no artist, but Charlie is a goddamn work of art. His long body is spread out for Eden, his ass willing and his sounds erotic.
If Eden didn’t feel so fucking good, he’d be really pissed off about Charlie being the best fuck of his life.
“More,” Charlie demands.
“You didn’t say the magic word.”
“Please.”
A smile threatens Eden’s face, and he lets it free since Charlie can’t see him. He’s safe to enjoy this, to feel good and have what he wants. He’s the one in control here. He’s safe.
“Wrong.”
“Uh,” Charlie starts, “now.”
“Nu-uh.” Eden presses in another inch until he’s buried to the hilt, his hips against Charlie’s ass and his skirt fanned out of Charlie’s lower back. He can’t see himself in Charlie’s body, but he can sure as hell feel it. He wants to move so bad his legs are almost trembling, but he’s enjoying this far too much.
“Fuck if I know,” Charlie answers. “Fucking fuck me right now.”
“Close,” Eden tells him, the arch of his feet burning with the angle he’s maintaining. It’s worth it.
