Sometimes you find happiness, and sometimes happiness finds you. Right now, happiness was using his mouth to drive me crazy. I gripped his soft locks tighter between my fingers but had nothing to use to bury my moans when his tongue found my clit. My bare ass was slippery against the leather seat of his car as he ate me as if we hadn’t just come from dinner and dancing.
Tonight was date night, and Angel had just driven me home from the club. He had barely taken his eyes off me the entire night, so I suppose I should have expected this when I chose the tight black dress with the plunging neckline.
Back at the club, in the middle of the dance floor, he had used his fingers to bring me release, and now he’d chosen the curb where anyone could walk by. He’d also parked the Mustang under a street lamp. I should have said no, but he’d pushed my dress up my thighs and ordered me to lean against the car door there was nothing I could do to resist.
Just then, I heard laughter off in the distance. I cracked open my eyes enough to see a couple walking by on the other side of the street. They never once glanced our way, but I tensed anyway.