After she’d had her fill, she led me out of the crowded club to the narrow alley beside it. The thud of the music was the only thing covering my overexcited heartbeat.
She smiled innocently, even as she worked her way into my panties.
“Are you even old enough to be drinking?”
She shrugged, never stopping or looking away. “I will be next year. Why? Worried?”
And then she flicked my sweet spot and the only thing I worried about was someone stumbling upon us and interrupting the delicious torture she was inflicting on me.