Page 7 of The Heart of a Capricorn
I placed my hand into his large one, then grabbed my jacket and purse off the chair. I didn’t know what possessed me to wear heels, because after those drinks and the exhaustion that caught up to me, I wasn’t sure I would make it to my room.
Chauncey held my hand as we walked to the elevator.
“How long are you going to be in Vegas?” he asked just as the elevator door opened.
“The assignment is for three months, but we may get it done sooner.”
We entered the elevator at the same time. I pushed the button for my floor, then he told me what floor he was on, so I pressed it for his. I found it interesting that we were staying in the same hotel.
“That’s good to know.”
The elevator door opened, and my room was only two steps away.
“Well, this is me.” I covered my mouth when I yawned. “I really had a good time.”
I had my back to the door, and Chauncey stepped forward, closing me in. He still smelled as good as he did hours ago.
He gently cuffed my chin and stared into my eyes. I licked my lips because they suddenly felt dry.
“Good night, Lyric.”
“Good night, Chauncey.”
We stood there staring at each other for long seconds while he kept my chin between his forefinger and thumb. I thought he would kiss me, but he didn’t.
“I can’t leave until you go inside.” His voice was low, and the urge to invite him in was strong, but I couldn’t.
It wasn’t until I had my room key in my hand did Chauncey let go of my chin. Instantly, I missed his warm touch.
I put the key card up to the door and heard the beep. I hesitated to go in, until Chauncey nodded. He backed away from the door but stood there until I was fully inside.
The door automatically locked, but I put the other lock on and slid to the floor. I wanted Chauncey so bad, but work was first.
After a few seconds, I got up and headed to the bedroom. As I shed my clothes, I thought about the night Chauncey and I shared.
“I thought you came to talk, Lyric.” Chauncey pumped in and out of me as I lay face down on his bed.
“I-I did.” I moaned.
“Well, talk then.”
There was no way I could talk with the things he did to my body.
I climbed into my bed, and with the visual of our sweaty bodies entangled in his sheets.
My hand traveled to my right breast. I pinched my nipple, then did the same to the other. I let my hand go further until I reached my middle. I was so wet just from being around Chauncey. I stuck my hand inside to make myself even wetter.
With my eyes closed, I heard Chauncey’s voice from that night.
“That’s it, L. Play with that pussy for me. I knew you didn’t come over to talk, you wanted me to fuck your pretty ass.”
I used my thumb to toy with my clit. A bead of sweat trickled down my chest. I was so horny I couldn’t think straight.
“Get that shit.”
With the phantom coaching of Chauncey, I increased the speed until I came on my fingers, panting.
I didn’t even have the strength to get out of bed. I wiped my hand off with a tissue, covered myself up, and let sleep take over me.
