Page 14 of Frat Row
Pushing my way out the door, my shoulder knocks into his side, and he smiles wickedly at me.
I slam my door shut and huff as I speed-walk to the parking lot, and he jogs up beside me.
Threading his fingers through his brown hair, he asks me cockily, “Are you ready for a night with one of the most eligible bachelors in the city?”
My footsteps falter as I come nose to nose with him. “Good thing you have a big cock to match that even bigger ego.”
I start to walk away to who knows where since I don’t know what car he drives, and he yanks the back of my neck, pulling me close. I can feel the stiffening of his cock as his other hand snakes up my thigh, and he purrs in my ear, “This cock is going to be buried so deeply inside you you’ll be moaning my approval.”
My body betrays me as I lean back into him, breathing him in and drawing out the heat that radiates from his body.
Wrapping himself out of the hold he has on me, he points to his car, a gray Chevy Tahoe, and my face must look shocked because he says, “Were you expecting something flashier?”
He opens the door for me, and I step up on the side railing and slide into the seat, ensuring my dress isn’t exposing too much of my legs. Then, I buckle my seatbelt.
Getting into the driver's seat and pressing the ignition button, Tyler looks at me as I say, “Expectations never meet my reality.”
He chuckles and starts backing out of the parking space. Feeling the black leather begin to cool on this hot night, I look behind me and am amazed by how decently clean he has kept it.
If I were in the dating game, this is a box I would want checked.
Grinning handsomely, he states, “As previously discussed, I hope you already ate since this isn’t a date.”
Flirting back with him, I respond, “Sitting across from you at a table while making meaningless small talk isn’t really my thing.”
His eyes darken deviously.
“Good to know you’re a cheap date. Hang on tight, sunshine; you’ll be begging in no time.” Then he connects his phone to the car, and it continues playing the Apple radio station he was listening to earlier.
Other than humming to some of the songs, we sit in comfortable silence for a little more than twenty minutes, stealing glances at each other and silently communicating consent for anything that is about to happen.
The sexual chemistry brewing in the car is building and is going to explode in a luscious way.
“You look ravishing; I’ve said that in my head about a hundred times,” he says with a sultry tone barely above a whisper. “All I keep thinking about is what you taste like.” He licks his lips.
Heat ignites in my lower abdomen as I stretch my body, slightly whimpering, imagining his head between my thighs.
I glance over at him, about to say something just as fiery back, when I realize the car is slowing down, and we are pulling into a beach parking lot by Indian Beach Park. There’s not a car in sight.
Picking a corner with no streetlight above it, he unbuckles his seatbelt, leans his seat back, and gestures with his finger, calling me over to him.
Climbing over the console, I straddle his lap, facing him. I can feel his erect cock beneath me as I rub myself over it. He skims his fingers down my arm until his hand is underneath my dress, and he seductively hooks my panties to the side and dips a finger inside me, coating his finger in my arousal. Drawing outhis finger, he smears it across his bottom lip, then shoves it into his mouth, groaning at the taste.
“Open,” he growls, then slides the finger into my mouth. “Suck.”
I deep-throat his finger and my eyes roll into the back of my head, moaning around it.
His gaze clings to my skin as his eyes begin to darken.
“Have you ever come in a car before?” he asks as he grinds against me.
“No, but this better be a night I remember,” I whisper back.
He captures my lips in his, sucking, nibbling, biting, and tasting my exposed skin. I yank his hair, exposing his neck so I can bite and lick it continuously. My head is spinning with need. Just as quickly as he latched onto my lips, he lets go.
More. I need more.
Clenching the back of my ass under my dress, he rubs himself roughly against my dampness.
