Page 6 of The Heart of a Capricorn (BLP Signs of Love #19)

I held on to Chauncey’s arm as we walked out of the museum.

We were so engrossed in each other that I almost forgot it was a bustling city outside.

I couldn’t get over us having dinner in a museum.

The artwork in there was so nice, and I loved seeing black women artists receive the recognition they deserved.

“Dinner was amazing,” I mentioned to Chauncey as he opened the car door.

“Because I had amazing company.” He stood back to give me room to get into the car, before he got in behind me.

Everything about Chauncey turned me on. It wasn’t just about his looks.

It was his intelligence and the way he paid attention to me when I talked.

I’d gone on dates where the man wasn’t interested in things like my job, or when I learned new software.

Chauncey didn’t seem to be bothered when I rambled on about the project I was in the middle of.

Since I’d seen him in the bar, I wondered if I would see him again or spend time with him. I knew he came by the office, but I was so busy that we didn’t get a chance to talk.

When he asked me on a date, I didn’t hesitate to agree. My best friend, Katrina, told me to live a little and have some fun. I couldn’t be in Sin City and not commit a few sins. Her words, not mine.

If I were going to live on the edge, Chauncey was the perfect candidate for it. For two days, I woke up horny because Chauncey invaded my dreams.

Chauncey’s phone pinged when we pulled away from the curb, so while he was occupied responding to whoever texted him, I decided to give him a little gift.

“Sorry, about that . . .” Chauncey’s words trailed off when I put my panties in his hand.

He cocked his eyebrow, and I smirked. “What you tryna do, Lyric?”

I innocently batted my eyes. “Whatever you trying to do, Chauncey.”

He looked toward the closed partition, then back at me, before he scooted closer to me.

The hunger in his eyes made me wet. I probably shouldn’t have taken off my panties, because I probably ruined the seat. Oh well. If I had to pay to get them cleaned, so be it.

Chauncey reached up and cupped the side of my face.

When his face moved closer to mine, I inched forward so he didn’t have to move too much.

Our lips were instantly on each other’s, and I moaned when my tongue met his.

I pivoted my body to get closer to him. The kiss was so deadly, I felt my juices leak out of me.

I put my hand on the back of Chauncey’s neck to deepen the kiss even more.

My other hand felt how hard his dick was.

My legs parted when his hand inched slowly up my thigh.

Chauncey broke the kiss, but his finger stayed dangerously close to my pussy. “You trying to get fucked in the back of the Bach?”

“I’m not opposed to it,” I whispered as I pushed my hips forward. I was hot all over, and I needed Chauncey to put out my fire.

The partition was up, but I wasn’t sure if the driver could hear me, and I didn’t care. I let out a long moan when Chauncey’s thick finger brushed over my clit.

“All work and no play makes Lyric horny, doesn’t it?” He added another finger and pinched my clit.

“Shit.” I gripped his wrist as his fingers worked their magic on my dripping pussy.

“I feel like I should make you wait.” He paused his movements, and I glared at him.

“Do you know the satisfaction you would get if I brought you to the edge but then prolonged it? It’s been years since I had my feel of this pussy, but I’m willing to wait a little longer. ” He smirked while gripping my pussy.

“Chauncey.”

It had been too long. Too long of me pleasuring myself and still being unsatisfied afterward.

“Why you saying my name like that, huh?”

The light touches to my thighs and my mound drove me insane. Why would someone tease a person the way he teased me?

Our hotel wasn’t that far from the museum, but it felt like we were driving for a lot longer than we should have been.

“I need to cum.” I pushed my hips forward again. I knew how to get myself off, even if Chauncey didn’t move his fingers. I just needed them in the right spot, or I would do it myself.

He chuckled and kissed the corner of my mouth. “I like seeing you lose control.” He kissed my lips. “I’m glad you feel comfortable enough to lose it with me.” Another kiss to my lips as his fingers slipped inside of me.

I wound my hips on his fingers, and when his thumb applied pressure to my clit, I cried out.

“That’s right. Let the driver and anyone outside of this car know what I do to you.”

I bit my bottom lip to hold my moans back, but I guess Chauncey didn’t like that. He removed his fingers and stared at me.

I felt beads of sweat on my chest.

“Don’t do that quiet shit. I told you to let them hear you.” The huskiness in his voice was too much. “Should I make you wait, or are you going to let him hear you?”

Waiting wasn’t an option. Him bringing me to the edge more than once was about to send me spiraling.

“Please, don’t make me wait.” I felt like I would cry if I didn’t release soon.

His fingers were back inside of me at the same time his lips crashed into mine. I held him close, too afraid of him stopping again.

My chest heaved up and down as my orgasm approached.

I broke the kiss. “Chauncey.” I cried his name as I soaked his fingers.

I came so hard, it felt like I had fallen from a cliff instead of being in the back of a moving car.

I squeezed Chauncey’s wrist as he continued to play in my wetness. As my breathing slowed, he removed his fingers and stuck them in his mouth.

He moaned as he licked his fingers like they were the best tasting thing on earth. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from him as he stared at me. My nipples were so hard they hurt.

“As good as it was before.” He winked.

Without responding, I reached for the band of his pants. Unintentionally, his tan pants with a brown shirt, brown shoes, and a watch with a brown band matched my attire.

He leaned back to give me access. I stuck my hand inside and gripped his hard dick. I felt the moisture on the head and licked my lips. There was a lot of room in the back of the car, so I slid to my knees.

When I freed his dick, I looked at it in awe. It was the prettiest dick I’d seen in my life. I licked my lips when it jerked in my hand.

Chauncey grabbed a handful of my hair and pushed it back. I felt the car stop, and I wasn’t sure if we were at the hotel or not, and I didn’t care. I needed to feel him in my mouth. Vibrations filled my insides.

I looked up at Chauncey as I ran the tip of my finger down the side of his shaft. He held my gaze for a moment. I felt his body tremble under my touch, and it made me smile on the inside.

I opened my mouth and took him to the back of my throat. His bottom lifted off the seat.

“Sss.” He hissed as I bobbed my head on his dick.

I alternated between licking and sucking. I hollowed my cheeks to apply more pressure every time I sucked.

“Let him hear you, baby.” I used his words on him.

“Come on, L,” he said through gritted teeth.

I let his dick tickle the back of my throat and gagged.

“Fuck.” He groaned.

I smirked when his moans got louder. The car was still rolling, and for all I knew, we could have been in California somewhere. None of that mattered. My only focus was tasting Chauncey on my tongue. I never wanted to suck a dick as badly as I wanted to suck his.

“I don’t think he heard you,” I teased, then gagged again.

Chauncey banged on the seat as his seeds coated my throat. Once I released him with a pop. I opened my mouth and stuck my tongue out so he could see that I swallowed it all.

“I got a trick for you.” He leaned forward and grabbed me around my waist.

I yelped when he placed me on his dick that had hardened again.

He helped me get into a comfortable position and smacked my ass.

“Since you like to play, ride this dick, and don’t stop until I tell you.” His hand slowly slid up the middle of my chest, then to my neck. He gave it a light squeeze.

I loved a good challenge, so that was what I did.

Time stood still while I rode Chauncey until I came two more times, and he came one more.

By the time we arrived at the hotel, I was too embarrassed to look at the driver. It was a good thing Chauncey helped me out of the car. My legs were weak, and my pussy was sore, but I felt great.

“Are you coming to my room?” I asked Chauncey as we walked to the elevator.

Since I was supposed to be living a little, I didn’t want the night to be over.

“You fucking right. I’m nowhere near done with you.” When the elevator door opened, he picked me up and pushed me against the wall.

As we rode up to my floor, we kissed like two kids under the bleachers. I leaked and moaned, anxious for him to be inside of me again.

Once we arrived on my floor, Chauncey carried me to my room. I fished the key card out of my bag and handed it to him.

Our clothes were shed the second the door closed. We ended up fucking by the door, on the couch, then at some point making it to the bedroom, where the session continued.