Page 37 of Beautifully Savage Butterfly

“You deserve a hot bath after a hard few days.”

Orion’s forehead wrinkles and he looks at me like I’m an alien, or maybe like he can’t quite figure out what my words mean. Jesus, he’s really never had anyone be nice to him in his life, has he?

“That it?” he asks. “You wanted to bathe me?”

I snort and lean in a little closer, dropping my voice to a whisper. “Mostly, I just like your company, Boss.”

He grunts and squeezes my ass cheeks again, digging his fingers into my flesh hard enough to make me gasp and make my cock flex against his. I groan and swivel my hips, grinding, humping, tempting him to grab me even harder. Which is exactly what he does. I can feel the throb of bruises forming in the shape of his fingers as I rest my forehead on his and moan.

“I’m too damn tired for games tonight, Brat.” Orion sighs. I try to hide my disappointment as he loosens his grip on me and leans back, spreading his arms over the edge of the tub. “Why don’t you make yourself useful and jerk us off, nice and slow.”

“I thought you said, ‘hands off?’” I flash a teasing, toothy smile and slide my hands along his stomach, hot and slippery under the water, tracing the shape of each of his abs. His cock twitches eagerly as I get closer to it.

Even tired and relaxed like this, he’s still able to move fast enough that I don’t have time to react before his fingers dig into my jaw.

“And now I’m telling you to wrap your hand around both our cocks and stroke us off. Keep up with the attitude and you can make me come and go to bed with blue balls yourself.” He follows up the threat by sinking his teeth into my bottom lip, tugging at it sharply before he runs his tongue along it. I gasp, and Orion shoves his tongue into my mouth.

My pulse skyrockets, and I make another muffled, horny sound against his lips. I’ve played with a few Doms before, trying to scratch the itch that vanilla sex never seemed to satisfy. There’s a hell of a lot that sets Orion apart from any of them, but the way he kisses is at the top of the list. He doesn’t just drag his tongue over mine. He doesn’t just command my mouth with his. He fucking devours me. He owns me with every stroke and lick. The dominance that colors every other touch is so damn potent in the kiss that it makes me dizzy.

I give in to every one of his unspoken demands, softening for him and following his lead, chasing his tongue when he coaxes me to. The rhythm is just as leisurely as everything else feels tonight, but the force is bruising and addictive.

His moan vibrates around my tongue when I wrap my hand around our cocks, hard, pulsing shaft to hard, pulsing shaft. It’s the first time he’s let me explore at all, and I’m happy to take full advantage of it, using my free hand to trace the hard planes of his body from his chest to his shoulders. I tangle my fingers in his untamed hair, then find my way to the thundering pulse point in his throat, lingering with my palm against it for a few seconds before I find other interesting places to map out.

Under the water, I work my other hand over our cocks. I tease my thumb along his loose foreskin, pulling it up over the head of his cock, then rolling it back on the downstroke. My foreskin does the same, getting slick inside with precum that washes away when I pull it back with the next stroke. His balls bounce, and my thighs tremble with the dizzying feeling of his cock throbbing against mine.

Orion grunts and growls, not touching me anywhere except for the hold he still has on my jaw, directing the kiss, which gets deeper and harder with every rasping breath and tug of our cocks. The metallic flavor of his blood is still lingering on his lips, almost too faint to notice, but enough to remind me of the look in his eyes during the fight tonight. He was beautiful and savage. He was fucking perfection.

Heat blooms in my gut and I stroke us faster, jerking my hips to match the rhythm. I flick the pad of my thumb over the stiff nub of his nipple, swallowing the moan he feeds me, and rut my cock against his inside the tight channel of my grasp. Orion grips my face harder and breaks the kiss.

“I said slow,” he reminds me, his voice full of gravel.

I twist my wrist on the next upstroke, and he lets his head loll back, another groan slipping from between his lips to echo off the bathroom walls this time. His mouth is damp and swollen from our kiss, and I’m sure mine looks the same. My cock pulses greedily at the thought. I want more of his bruises on me. I want him to leave hickies across my throat that spell out his name.

Orion slams his hips up, fucking his cock against mine once, twice. I can feel him getting harder and hear his breath coming faster. With a wicked grin, I do as he said and slow my strokes to a near halt. He moans again and huffs out a laugh. His eyelids flutter half closed, and his puffy lips curl into a smile that’s so goddamn beautiful it punches the air out of my lungs for a second.

I tug my hand up and down over our shafts so slowly I can feel the throb of his veins against mine, both of us spilling so much precum that our heads are slick as they drag over each other, even under the water. His chest expands with deep, steady breaths, and I run my fingers over his lips to commit the shape of his lazy smile to memory.

“Is that better, Boss?” I ask with just a hint of cheekiness, following his lead and breathing in slowly with every steady stroke.

The deliberate pace makes every tug more intense. I can feel the way his balls are tightening little by little and the bunch of his foreskin against mine.

“Yeah,” Orion grunts. “Keep it up, just like that.”

He hooks his hand around the back of my neck and drags me in for another kiss. This time, he matches the unhurried speed of my strokes with languid laps of his tongue along mine. The whole world feels like it slows to a crawl around us. Every droplet of water that creeps down my skin does so at half speed, every breath drawn out, every touch rippling between us like rings on the surface of a pond.

It’s the complete opposite of the frantic way he shoved me up against the wall and fucked me the last time we were together, but that doesn’t make it any less intense. His cock swells and twitches, and mine does the same. We trade stifled, horny sounds around tongue-heavy kisses until my head is so foggy that nothing feels real except the wet slide of his skin against mine.

“Elio,” he rasps my name through gritted teeth and then bites out a groan.

The first pulse of his orgasm fluttering against my cock sends me tumbling over the edge right along with him. I moan into his mouth, no longer kissing but sharing space, trading air and bumping together as our slow breaths turn to heavy panting. I squeeze and tug our cocks, grinding myself against him, chasing every lazy wave of pleasure that crashes over us. One gasping, dizzying throb after another, spilling cum all over each other’s cocks and into my hand. It goes on and on, seemingly endless, until my balls are drained and sore, and my oversensitive cock starts to soften in my grasp.

Orion shivers and his body relaxes under me.

The orgasm made me bold and maybe a little stupid. That’s my excuse for the next words out of my mouth, anyway.

“You know, I’ve got a pretty damn nice bed, too.”

Chapter 16

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