Page 80 of Cavaliere

“Saluti,” I repeat, lightly clinking the glass against his.

The first sip of champagne always tingles slightly as it goes down, all of the bubbles working their way through my body. It isn’t long before I feel that familiar warm sensation start to spread throughout my body.

“You were a tease tonight, tesoro,” Matteo rumbles as he boxes me in against the pool wall, taking my flute out of my hand and setting it down on the edge.

“Maybe you shouldn’t start games that you aren’t prepared to play.” My lips tip up in a seductive smirk, wrapping my hands around his neck.

Matteo leans in until the tip of his nose is lightly touching mine. “I’m always in it for the long game, baby.”

I don’t get a chance to respond before he crushes his lips to mine, demanding and taking all in one. His tongue feels cool from the champagne as it plunders into my mouth, owning what is already his. My body doesn’t resist submitting to him by letting him lead, sucking and nipping my bottom lip. It’s not soft and sweet. No, it’s messy and raw. Raw from all of the pent-up need that’s been festering between us all night. The blow job barely took the edge off for me and left me wanting something long, thick, and hard to clench onto.

My fingers are tangled in his hair when he finally pulls away, coming up for air, both of our breaths coming in short pants.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” he groans. “When I first met you, I thought I just needed to get you out of my system but fuck, you’ve consumed me. You have no clue. No fucking clue.” His nose lightly trails along my jaw and down my neck until he reaches that super-sensitive spot that turns me inside out every single time. “You’re flowing through my veins, tesoro. I feel like a fucking addict, wondering when I’m going to get my next fix of this pretty, tight, little cunt.”

I gasp as he bites down on the spot, sending a tingling sensation straight to my core.

“And it’s all mine, isn’t it?” His left hand is caressing up and down my side, savoring every single curve along the way. I’m too caught up in feeling Matteo everywhere to answer. He bites at the same spot again, this time harder. It stings and burns, making me hiss as I lean into it. “Oops. My poor little runner is bleeding. Answer me, and I’ll clean you up.”

He doesn’t sound sorry at all, and I don’t have it in me to care. He could use and abuse me right now, and I would fucking beg for more. “Wh-what was the question?” My brain is in a fog. His scent swirling around me is intoxicating.

He bites down again, punishing me. This time, I feel the blood lightly flowing from the deep indents in my skin, filling the shape until it has nowhere to go but down my body. “I asked you to tell me it’s all mine.”

“Yes,” I breathe out as my eyes flutter close, everything overwhelming. “It’s yours.”

Matteo doesn’t make me wait for my reward. His tongue darts out, soothing the bite as he laps up the blood that has oozed out, trickling over my collarbone. The feel of the trail of blood tickles my skin on its short descent, making a shiver rake through me. A deep groan erupts from deep in his chest. “I knew you would taste like mine.”

I’m too stunned to speak. No man has ever been the cause of me bleeding and stopping it all in one. I’m fucking soaked. I can feel the chlorine resisting to mix with what’s waiting for Matteo.

My hands that are still in his hair tug hard as his caressing hand continues its descent, toying lightly at my navel before heading straight to the tiny scrap of material that’s between him and what’s his.

“Can you even call this a suit?” he asks as his thumb dips underneath the fabric, brushing over the smooth skin.

“Yes.” My breath hitches as he unties the strings on one side, lazily trailing his fingers back across to do the same to the other.

“Did you wear this in front of Rob?” His tone has an edge to it where I know if I answer incorrectly, he’s going to lose his ever-loving mind.

I shake my head. “No.”

“Good girl,” Matteo rumbles, a finger brushing my clit. “This is for my eyes only. I’d hate to kill any poor bastard that has the balls to look at what’s mine.”

A sound I don’t recognize comes out of me as Matteo roughly shoves two fingers inside of me without warning, pumping in and out at a fast pace. His thumb roughly circles my clit, making my moans grow louder, echoing throughout the backyard.

The base of my spine is starting to tingle as my walls clench around his fingers, needing more than what they’re giving.

It’s as if Matteo can read my mind because he abruptly removes his fingers and thumb, leaving me feeling achy and hollow. A feeling only he can satisfy.

In a quick movement, Matteo spins us so that our sides face the pool’s edge. He makes quick work of getting his cock out of his swim trunks before I feel his hands on my ass, lifting me up. My legs wrap around him just in time before he slams home, filling me to the hilt.

A scream rips from my throat, my walls clenching him tight, never wanting him to leave.

“Fuck,” Matteo groans. “You’re so fucking tight.” He shifts his arm so my ass is completely resting on it, freeing his other hand. He leans over to the pool deck, slamming a tiny button on the floor that I didn’t notice before. The movement makes his cock brush against that spot deep inside of me.

A gurgle from the pool erupts seconds before bubbles start to come up to the surface. A jet turns on, aiming right where we’re connected. Matteo sets a fast and furious pace, growling and nipping at the spot he made bleed minutes before.

His free hand unties the strings around my neck, letting the small scraps of fabric float in the water. The feel of my bare nipples brushing against his coarse chest sends a ripple down my spine.

The force from the stream of water from the jet is hitting my clit just right, not letting up, making my walls flutter and spasm around his hard throbbing cock.