Page 5 of Frat Row
My patience gives out, and I wrap my hands around the back of her head and pull her into me, pressing my tongue to her lipsand forcefully pushing it into her mouth. She meets my tenacity as our tongues intertwine, tasting each other and exploring each other’s mouths. Soaking in every bit of each other, my hands slowly caress her lower back until I reach her ass, and with both hands, I give it a hard squeeze and aggressively pull her up toward me. Her legs willingly wrap around my torso as she melts into me.
Suddenly, she breaks the kiss and licks her lips, looking completely stunned but hungry for more. I’d be lying if I didn’t say I feel the same way; I need to get her clothes off as fast as possible and feel how wet she is for me.
“Do you want to get out of here?” she asks hurriedly.
My eyes round in disbelief, but smirking, I say, “Hell yes, baby, lead the way.”
Who the hell are you, Cassidy Matthews, and how am I already willing to do whatever you ask?
CHAPTER SEVEN
Do I enjoy sex? Yes, who the fuck doesn’t? That’s like saying you don’t enjoy a cup of coffee in the morning.
Have you ever met someone who said they hated orgasms? I haven’t, but if someone told me they were just ‘nice,’ I’d have to question if they were being fucked properly. When you elevate out of your body and lose complete control over what it is doing and what is coming out of your mouth, that feeling is like no other. I feel sorry for women who never experience it at least once in their lifetime.
With all the stress surrounding rush week, I, without a doubt, need to let off some steam. While some people do physical exercise or drugs, I love to be dominated, called a good girl, and get fucked until I can’t see straight. I want to feelsoreness between my legs the next day so I can be flooded with exhilarating memories from the night before.
Someone as sexy as Tyler Chase, what more could a girl ask for?Literal eye candy.
He seems to know his way around a woman’s body, and he’s definitely gifted in the below-the-belt department. I could feel it as I moved up and down his length on the dance floor.
Can you blame me? I need length and girth for complete satisfaction.
You can learn a lot about someone on the dance floor by the way they move their hips. It makes my body tingle thinking about what his moves are like in the bedroom.
“Let me find my friend Blair and ask if she’s okay and if she wants to stay here. If not, we can share an Uber back to our place,” I tell Tyler deliriously.
You could say I’m past tipsy right now, and I couldn’t care less.
I swear this man hasn’t taken his eyes off of me from the moment he saw me, and he’s probably thinking about what I sound like when I climax. If I’m being honest, I am guilty of thinking the same thing about him. The anticipation is killing me.
Finally, I find Blair dancing with a random guy; she is wasted and way past the point of making responsible decisions. Her dress is pulled so far up that I can see her white lace panties that leave nothing to the imagination.
Feeling protective, I rush over to her and pull her dress down as far as it will go.
“BRAD!” she yells at me.
Confusion is written all over my face, and I say loudly, “What?”
She drives her pointer finger on and off his chest roughly and yells, “This is Brad. Brad, this is Cassidy.” She rolls her eyes likeshe doesn’t understand why I was confused in the first place. Yeah, she’s plastered, beyond inebriated.
Brad doesn’t look like he gives two fucks who the hell I am. He already has tunnel vision and is set on getting laid tonight. He is blatantly captivated by Blair and is obviously mentally calculating how fast he can get her to himself and rip her clothes from her body.
Gently reaching for her arm and pulling her close to me, I whisper where only she can hear, “I’m going to head back to the apartment. Do you want to come or are you good here? I’d prefer it if you came back with me. You don’t know this guy.”
She looks behind me and notices Tyler, inspecting him from his shoes to the top of his head, making it very obvious she is checking him out.
Grinning so widely that you can see all of her perfect white teeth, she yells, “Damn, bestie. I’d want to get him home and undressed as soon as possible, too!” My cheeks turn red, even though she couldn’t be more correct.
Ding, ding, ding, we have a winner. Thanks, Blair, for stating the obvious.
I grin at her wickedly. Laughing, she snags Brad’s sleeve and whispers something in his ear, which only they can hear, like an inside joke. They both grin naughtily at each other with a flicker of sexual tension between them.
“We’re coming with you guys; we can split an Uber,” Blair declares.
Blair whips out her phone so fast that it practically falls out of her hand as she begins clicking away, and she somehow successfully orders an Uber that accommodates us all.
Tyler reaches out to place his hand on my hip and presses his face against my neck, deeply inhaling my scent as he works his way up to my earlobe and bites it softly.
