Page 88 of Cavaliere

There’s only one man I wish I was dancing with tonight.

Just as my mood starts to dive from Matteo missing my birthday, another pair of strong arms wrap around me from behind, drawing my ass plush up against their front. My body tense at the unwanted contact.

“Happy Birthday, tesoro.” A deep, gravel voice I would recognize anywhere rumbles in my ear, making me relax instantly. His breath trails down my neck, making a shiver race down my spine.

A giddy feeling spreads throughout my heart, making my chest hurt as a huge smile takes over my face. “You’re here.”

“Of course I’m here,” Matteo says, kissing the spot on my collarbone he bit and drew blood from almost a week ago, lapping at the flesh with his tongue. “Did you really think I would miss something like this?”

Well, no, but… “I never told you when my birthday was, so I wasn’t expecting anything from you.” Which is why I shouldn’t have even been upset about it in the first place, but damnit, I was.

“It wounds me that you think I wouldn’t find out every little detail about the only woman that I can’t get out of my head.” He nips at my ear. “Dance with me, birthday girl.”

I feel something thick, long, and hard press into my ass as I sway my hips to the beat, lightly grinding back against him. A small hiss rushes out of my mouth when Matteo moves his hands to my hips, pressing in right where the second skin is.

It’s a good burn. The combination of Matteo’s hands on me and his breath on my neck is almost too much to take. I throw my head back, resting it against his shoulder as I arch my neck, giving him better access for his assault.

His lips work their way down my neck, leaving a trail of wetness from his tongue. “I should punish you for wearing this out of the house without me.”

“You’re here now, aren’t you?” I breathe out, trying to contain my moan.

“Yes.” He nuzzles my neck, grinding harder against me. “I am now, tesoro. But tomorrow morning, when it’s not your birthday, you and I are going to have a little chat about what outfits you can wear out by yourself and what you can wear when you have your knight on your arm. Spoiler alert,” he growls as he roughly grabs one breast in his hand, “this isn’t one of them.”

The moan I have been trying to contain escapes me, drowned out by the crowd around us. “I thought I looked good.”

“You look fucking delicious. So delicious that I want to take another bite out of you. Make you bleed for me, again.” His words, combined with the deep rumble of his voice, make my legs weak. If his arms weren’t around me holding me up, I would be a needy, wet puddle on the floor that’s begging to be lapped up by Matteo. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Your pussy was drenched last time.” He lets out a frustrated growl. “Come on.”

My horny brain doesn’t have time to process what he just said before I’m being dragged out of the dance area and down the back hallway toward the breakroom. Matteo practically throws me inside before slamming the door shut and locking it.

“It’s been days,” he grits out, his voice rough as he advances toward me. Maybe it’s from instinct, but something in the back of my mind has me taking a step back with every step he takes forward.

What is he talking about?

“Days?” I say just as my back hits the lockers.

It’s a bit of a full-circle moment. Just a few months ago, we were in this same exact spot. A surge of wetness pushes through. I can feel it start to trickle down the inside of my thigh. This probably wasn’t the best time to not wear panties. It’s fucked up a girl has to pick between panty lines or evidence of me wanting to climb Matteo like a fucking tree dripping down my thigh.

Matteo’s mouth is moving, but I can’t hear anything over my anticipation of what’s hopefully to come pounding in my ears.

“What?” I barely get out.

“I said, it’s been fucking days.” Matteo slams his hands on the lockers above my head. I’m starting to spiral from everything that is him. His warm and spicy scent, the way the muscles in his arms flex as he tries to keep what little control he has left. We’re chest to chest and nose to nose. The only way he could get any more in my space is if he came inside. Please come inside, knight. The only thing that’s going to satisfy my drenched pussy is his long, hard, thick cock. “Fucking days since I’ve had a taste of what’s mine.”

Matteo’s mouth slams down on mine, wasting no time in waiting for me to react or let him in. He just takes. His tongue licks and swirls, and it explores every inch of my mouth, nipping my bottom lip along the way.

My hands wind in his hair, giving it a hard tug before pulling him closer as I moan into his mouth. His hands are all over my body. Caressing my sides, roughly cupping my breasts as he kneads them. By the time he pulls back against my hand's resistance, we’re both gasping for air.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” he groans, pushing my breasts together so they’re spilling even more out of the dress. One more good grab and my nipples will be out. “Just when I think it can’t possibly get better than this, you go and blow my fucking mind. It’s never been like this…” He trails off, eyes hungrily roaming my body. “I need this off,” he roughly says before he lets go of my breasts, quickly grabbing the bottom of my dress and lifting it up and over my head.

My hard nipples hurt from the cool air of the breakroom hitting them, making them impossibly hard. I feel like I’m going to die if he doesn’t touch them.

Matteo sharply inhales, barely getting out, “No bra,” before he swoops down and takes a tight bud into his mouth, continuing the same assault he did against my mouth minutes earlier.

“A bra wouldn’t have worked with this dress,” I say before letting out a loud hiss as he bites down on my nipple. Hard. Ouch. “Holy shit! What was that for?”

His tongue laps at the sting, trying to soothe it. “That is for thinking it was okay to not wear a bra without me around. If I have to murder some bastard for looking at what’s mine, it’s going to be your fault.”

I’m too turned on to care that what he’s saying is completely fucking crazy. There’s this messed up part of my brain that turns me the fuck on when he gets all possessive. It’s a thrill I love to chase.