Page 67 of Beautifully Savage Butterfly

ORION

Elio’s hands braced on the shower wall, his legs spread, that pretty pucker peeking out from between the cheeks of his ass is an entire fucking wet dream of its own. I lean in close and sink my teeth into his left cheek. He gasps and shoves his hips back towards me, always the eager little pain slut. I bite down a bit harder and bring my hand down on the other cheek, the resounding thwack of the slap echoing off the bathroom walls, almost loud enough to drown out the ball-clenching moan he lets out.

I pull back and drag my thumb over the bruise left by my teeth, rumbling a pleased, possessive growl in my throat. Taking his cheeks in both hands, I part them, letting the stream of water from the showerhead pummel his pucker, watching the way it clenches and twitches, his heavy balls jerking and pulling up tight.

I drag the flat of my tongue through his trench, slurping up the water that pools on my tongue, carrying the muted, musky flavor of his skin. When I reach his hole, his breath hitches, and his legs tremble. With a wicked grin, I tease the very tip of my tongue along the rim.

“Oh fuck, please, Boss.”

“I wish I could, Brat, I really do,” I murmur, brushing my lips back and forth over his hole. “But I’m stubborn and pigheaded. And what was that last thing you said?”

He squirms and whines. I tease the tip of my tongue in a slow circle again, waiting for him to answer.

“Holier than thou,” he repeats through clenched teeth.

“That’s right. Not sure I know what that one means, but it didn’t sound like a compliment.” I nip at his rim and his hole quivers.

“I’m sorry. I was just winding you up,” Elio pants.

I hum, lapping at his hole with a bigger lick this time, feeling it flutter under my tongue, softening and opening, desperate to be filled by my tongue, my fingers, my cock… probably all three tonight if he can work on his attitude. “Maybe you need to say some nice things about me, and I’ll see how stubborn I feel after that.”

I knead his ass cheeks hard, then shove my tongue roughly into his hole, licking him deep. He wails and jerks his hips, trying to fuck himself on my tongue. I pull one hand back and slap the back of his thigh just as hard as I slapped his ass before. Elio yelps, and his balls bounce against my chin.

“I love that you’re stubborn,” he says breathlessly. “You’re brutal and fucking dangerous, but you have a kind soul. Probably the kindest soul I’ve ever met, considering all the shit you’ve been through.” I’m not sure what I was expecting. Shallow, filthy compliments maybe. Praise for my dick or the way I’m licking him. His words hit a place inside of me I didn’t know I needed him to see though.

I hum again, then take another deep, long lap over his pucker. He gasps when I let go of my grip on his ass cheeks and get back to my feet. My cock has been achingly hard for what feels like hours now thanks to a combination of adrenaline and Elio. I put my hands over his, pressing them against the wall, and slip my cock into the crease between his cheeks.

He shudders and groans.

“What about your stitches?” he pants, grinding himself up and down my length shamelessly, the muscles in his back tightening and his fingers curling under mine.

“You’re right, I have to be careful.” I reach for the shampoo again, feeling the flutter of his impatient, greedy hole against my shaft, the warmth of his supple cheeks clenched around me.

I fill my palm with shampoo then tilt the bottle to drizzle some between us, watching it slide down his crack to coat his hole. Gripping the base of my cock, I pull back, line up, and then fill him with one slow thrust. Elio’s inner muscles squeeze tight around me, gripping my cock as he tries to catch his breath between whimpers and moans. I close my eyes and savor the feeling of his hot channel rippling around me, the heavy rise and fall of his back against my chest with every gulped breath, my hips pressed up against the perky globes of his ass cheeks.

Then I open my eyes and bring the shampoo that’s filling my palm to his head.

“What are you…?” He twists his head, trying to look back at me, clenching hard around my cock.

I groan and my balls jump, but I don’t pull out or move at all, except to grind just a little bit deeper.

“You said I needed to be careful. You’re right. I can’t hold you up against this wall and fuck the cum out of you. I’m bound to tear a suture like that.” I massage the shampoo into his hair the same way he did with mine.

“Oh my god, you’re so mean,” he groans, using the small amount of space he has to bounce on my cock, managing short thrusts that keep my cock deep inside of him where it’s hot and tight.

“Mean?” I scoff. “You can’t possibly want me to wrap my hand around your throat and pound your prostate with long, hard, painful thrusts.” I purr the words right next to his ear. My cock jerks inside of him, and he grinds against me again, more frantically this time, whining and whimpering my name.

I grunt and use my hips to press him even more fully against the wall, pinning him there so he can’t move another inch. His cock is trapped against the rocky wall, his hands flattened underneath mine again, leaving the suds in his hair to trickle down his neck and shoulders.

“Fine, make yourself come, Brat.”

“I was trying.” He squirms again but can’t manage to move.

“Like this,” I rumble, nipping at his earlobe. “Make yourself come.”

His disbelieving huff turns into a moan when I bite his ear harder.

“I don’t…” He pants. “Say more dirty things.”

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