Page 6 of Frat Row
I close my eyes, and a thrill shivers through my entire body—that’s my spot. Then, he begins walking beside me as our small party heads outside to where the Uber is waiting for us.
Blair tugs on Brad by the collar of his shirt, acting like she can’t get there fast enough, pressing her body roughly against his and rubbing herself all over him.
We all barrel into the Uber like we have no patience, which, let's be honest, died in the club. It’s a 4Runner with only three seats in the back and the passenger seat. Brad climbs in first, with Blair jumping in his lap and straddling him, leaving two seats for me and Tyler. The Uber driver rolls his eyes as if this happens all the time and turns down the AC to cool the car. I’m thankful after sweating on the dance floor.
Tyler begins sensually brushing my hair behind my shoulders. He wastes no time, peppering me with kisses from my jawline down to my collarbone and pulling my shirt down. I allow him access.
Then, he brushes his fingertips above my breasts, which are pushed up and practically hanging out of the lace bra I’m wearing.
I let out a soft moan, needing more of him. He pulls back and briefly makes eye contact with me as if asking for permission, and after I nod, he starts nipping at my neck harshly and licking the spots he’s bitten. Even though the pain and pleasure feel great, there will be bruising and marks all over, but I don’t even care.
This man. I am so turned on, and we haven’t even taken a single piece of clothing off.
My hand slowly runs down in between his legs to explore and feel him with my fingers, and just as I thought, his cock is huge and bulging through his jeans.
I quickly send up my thanks to baby Jesus.
The Uber driver needs to floor the gas pedal because I’m salivating at this point. Seriously, I don’t care if he has to break the law while driving; I’ll give him an extra tip. The driver turns up the music, which happens to be R&B from the 2000s. Frankly, I don’t blame him. The sex noises coming from all of us must be annoying—or turning him on; who knows. People are freaks these days, so I’m guessing it’s the latter.
Blair is moaning so loudly like she’s never had a dick before in her life. She is either giving the performance of her life or actually enjoying it. I can barely pay attention because my hands haven’t left Tyler’s body.
As we pull up to our apartment complex, Blair and Brad basically fall out on top of one another while getting out of the car, laughing hysterically as they do so. Then, they practically sprint to our apartment, Blair holding her heels in her hands so she can keep up with Brad.
Tyler, being a complete gentleman, lets me out first, but not without me noticing him staring at my ass. He shamelessly watches me walk in front of him for a minute, and I sway my hips enticingly, loving the attention. All of a sudden, he jogs up beside me and quickly pulls me toward him. I am flush against his body, breathing heavily and feeling our body heat radiating from us. He puts his hand on the back of my neck, grabbing my hair and slightly pulling back so I’m forced to look up at him. My lips part, and our eyes lock on each other, and I see something dark and playful in his. He bites my lip hard to the point I lick it, and that metallic taste overwhelms and excites me. Then, he kisses me, our tongues dancing back and forth with our teeth connecting at some points, sharing the blood on my lip. He’s loving it. I push him back abruptly and reach for his hand again, leading him to my apartment on the second floor.
Blair was kind enough to leave the front door unlocked and somewhat ajar, not even bothering to close it. We enter myapartment silently, grinning at each other. Of course, Blair is already in her room with the door shut, moaning Brad’s name so loudly that our neighbors are definitely going to complain tomorrow. I swear that girl wastes no time.
Leading Tyler to my room, which is on the opposite side of the apartment, thankfully, we enter and shut the door.
He casually looks around, taking in my bedroom, which is scarcely decorated because I don’t plan on being here long. There’s a bed, a dresser, a desk, a nightstand, and an average-sized TV.
I’m leaning on my desk, waiting for him to make the first move.
Lastly, he looks over at me, narrowing his eyes and finding his prey for the night. His eyes darken with a cocky smirk, and his eyebrows are slightly raised. He notices a candle and lighter next to my bed and immediately lights it.
The lights in my room have an automatic dimmer. He doesn’t even make a move to turn them off.
So, he’s that kind of guy. He wants to watch.
He takes a seat in my desk chair, backing it up a little from where I stand, and turns it toward me.
“Take off your shirt,” he growls at me from the seat, leaning back into the chair and resting his arms on the armrests, seemingly owning the room and in complete control. He strikes me as very dominating, and I enjoy relinquishing dominance and submitting to his every demand.
Slowly, I inch it up over my head with a sinful grin on my face. My thighs clench with anticipation, and I feel myself already slick with desire.
“Now, your skirt.” I unbutton the back and shimmy out of it, kicking it to the side, standing now in only a navy lace bra and thong from La Perla and my heels.
He takes his time looking longingly at me, starting from the bottom and working his way up to my eyes. Urgently, he stands and takes off his shirt, next unbuttoning his jeans and pulling down his boxers. His hard cock springs free. His body is free from any hair, allowing his abs and V-cut to stand out on his immaculate frame.
As I eye fuck his entire glorious body, drooling over his nakedness, he begins stroking himself and rubbing his thumb over the tip of his cock, spreading the pre-cum all over and lubing himself with it.
“Spread your legs and rub your clit over your thong,” he commands.
I do exactly what he says, and as soon as my fingers touch my sensitive bundle of nerves, I throw my head back. The instant pleasure consumes me and starts building.
He walks up to me, and I can see him mentally calculating where he wants to start. Finally, without hesitation, he stands in front of me, and all I feel is his body heat radiating off of him, breathing on me in slow, agonizing breaths. He bends down and puts his face between my legs, taking a deep breath and inhaling my scent, driving me absolutely crazy. He lazily licks the outside of my panties and then bites it, causing a sharp pain to thrum through my pussy.
His hand moves in between my thighs roughly, and his fingers push my panties to the side as he slips one finger inside and slowly moves it in and out. This waiting is excruciating. A whimper slips from my lips, and I can’t help but imagine what is going to happen next, but I also love the unknown.
