Page 91 of Break the Rule
“Is that what you want, Charlie?” He tugs the waistband down enough to expose the top of Charlie’s cock. Luckily for them, the parking lot is pretty deserted, and the two cars parked near them are both empty. “Is your cock leaking because you want a kiss?”
“My dick is leaking because you were touching me and because you’re hot as fuck.”
“Slut,” Eden whispers, crashing his lips to Charlie’s.
Bubblegum. His lips taste like bubblegum. Charlie is in fucking heaven, the lithe line of Eden’s hard little body pressed against him, those perfect fingers of his playing with Charlie’s dick while he kisses him with those talented lips and that glorious tongue ring of his. This is definitely what heaven feels like.
When Eden’s tongue slips into Charlie’s mouth he lets out a guttural groan. He chases Eden’s tongue with his own, lickingacross Eden’s lips and relishing in the sweetness of his chapstick and the cool metal of his lip rings.
Suddenly, Charlie wants to devour Eden and not his burrito, wants to press him back in the seat—or better yet his bed. Would Eden let him? So far Eden’s been the one devouring Charlie at every turn, and while Charlie has no problem being selfless in bed he kind of wants a turn.
“Eden.”
Eden hums, nipping at Charlie’s bottom lip.
“Would you ever let me fuck you?” Charlie manages to ask between kisses.
Eden stills, pulling back so abruptly Charlie almost whines. He wants Eden’s mouth back.
“Why?”
“Because I want to.” Charlie licks his lips, chasing the taste of Eden. “I want to make you feel good.”
“I feel good touching you,” Eden says, the edge of something sharp in his tone.
Charlie has the sudden sensation that he's walking a tightrope. It’d be safer to go to solid ground, but Charlie’s never picked the safe or smart option.
“Only if you want. We never talk about what you like.”
“I like your dick,” Eden says, toying his fingers over Charlie’s cock. “And it definitely likes me.”
“You’re distracting me,” Charlie groans, eyes nearly rolling in the back of his head when Eden drags his thumb across Charlie’s slit, gathering the precome and bringing it to his mouth and sucking it clean.
“I’ve got to head back to work. Think you can come for me before I go?”
“But—” Charlie starts, certain he was trying to ask Eden something. Thewhatbecomes a fleeting memory as Edencrashes their mouths together once more as he jerks him off hard and fast, bringing Charlie to orgasm with record speed.
By the time Eden’s tucking him back into his pants and kissing the side of his neck, Charlie’s struggling to think about anything except how perfect Eden is.
“I really gotta go,” Eden says, “but uh, stay here for a second.”
“Why?”
“Just do it,” Eden tells him, slipping Charlie’s sunglasses back on then pushing them up into his hair.
“Make me.”
“Don’t try me, smart ass.” Eden sticks his tongue out, which does nothing to stop Charlie’s wandering thoughts about how many places that mouth has been on his body. Not even an orgasm can slow the low simmering arousal he feels while looking at Eden, his dirty thoughts growing into places he wishes his tongue could be right now as he watches Eden’s ass in his skirt while he hurries back into Juanita’s.
While Charlie waits for his return, he finishes his burrito, shoving the trash into the bag along with the napkins used to clean up the mess Eden made of him, running it to the trash can before returning to his car to wait, this time perching against the hood of his car.
Five minutes later, Eden returns carrying another to-go bag, this one looking substantially fuller than the one he brought Charlie twenty minutes prior.
“What’s all this?”
“Food.”
“No shit,” Charlie snorts. “Why? You just fed me.”
