Page 16 of Frat Row

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 out his 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.

Unabashedly, I moan into his mouth. He sticks one finger inside me while his other hand pushes the strap of my dress down.

He works my nipple free of my strapless bra and tugs on it hard with his mouth.

He licks around my nipple and runs his teeth gently over it.

My senses are on fire as my body registers the feeling.

Sinking another finger inside me, he finds the perfect rhythm, and my stomach coils as I feel that familiar ache.

Gasping from the pleasure, I throw my arms around his shoulders and start riding his fingers.

Nuzzling my throat, his thumb barely touches my clit and is moving in those delicious circles.

Trembling from the need to come, he hikes my dress up over my thighs and tears off my panties.

“Go to the passenger seat and lean it all the way back,” he murmurs to me, wrenching his lips from mine.

Obediently, I crawl over to the seat, knowing this man has me in the palm of his hand and that I’ll do anything he asks of me.

“Do you trust me?” he asks.

My heart rate speeds up as I nod.

“I need your words, Cassidy,” he says sternly.

“Yes, I do,” I whimper.

“Turn over and hold the headrest with both of your hands and hike that dress up. Arch your back so I can see that pretty pussy and ass.”

I do exactly as he says, looking back at him and waiting with anticipation.

After a stretch of silence, he has me practically salivating for him.

I hear him slide his belt out from his pants with measurable quickness, and he handcuffs my wrists to the silver poles that separate the seat from the headrest.

Moving behind me, he holds on desperately to both my thighs, stretching them as far as they will go.

He buries his face into me and licks and sucks lightly on both of my holes, lapping up my juices and rubbing his tongue up and down.

I’m going to collapse at any moment. “Tyler, I need your cock now.”

Feeling him fumbling around with something, he reaches around and gives immediate attention to my clit. I hear something squirt out from a bottle, and I turn around and notice a small bottle of lube. I lick my lips greedily.

He slips a finger into my tight ring of muscle using the slickness from between my thighs, working his way in slowly, massaging inside both walls, letting me open up for him.

“Oh my god.” I’m panting as he glides another finger into my back entrance, fondling my clit faster and pinching it every so often.

Barely able to hold myself up, I see stars as that rush of pleasure works its way down my back and releases, and I come down my legs. My words are a mumbled mess. He holds his fingers in place while I transport to another universe, shuddering all over.

Wasting no time, he gathers up my wetness with something rubbery as he slaps it across my thighs. Swiveling my head back to see what it is, I recognize a small flesh-colored dildo.

My eyes widen in confusion. “This is going in your ass while I fuck that tight cunt until you come as you scream my name, baby,” he declares while studying me and lifting up the dildo with a devious grin.

He maneuvers the dildo inch by inch and circles my clit with his fingers at the same time, and my eyes flutter as my body twists at the sensation. He smacks my ass and pussy firmly, and the dildo moves deeper inside me. My gut clenches as I let out a cry of shock.

He shoves his dick inside me forcefully, not giving me any time to adjust. My head begins lolling back at the feeling of fullness.

Pushing himself all the way to the hilt, he starts thrusting manically, drawing his dick all the way out of me each time while the dildo hits me deliciously, intensifying the waves of pleasure rolling over me.

“Don’t fucking stop,” I breathe heavily, barely getting the words out of my mouth. My body seizes up once more as my muscles contract and spasms make their way through my body.

“Your body surrenders beautifully while I’m inside you,” he whispers huskily.

That sends me toppling over the edge, and I gutturally scream out his name, taken aback by the sounds I’m making.

Seconds later, he finds his release, shooting his cum inside me and mercilessly gripping my upper thighs as a roar escapes his mouth.

Goosebumps flood my skin as my orgasm rocks through me. “Come all over my cock, baby. I want to lap up your pleasure afterward.”

Both of us are glistening with sweat and breathing rapidly. We don’t move for a minute, catching our breath. Bending his body on top of mine, he clasps my face and kisses me needlessly, both of us lust-drunk and satisfied.

Tyler ends the kiss and begins caressing my shoulders before moving all the way down to the dildo. He grips it tightly and gently pulls it out of me.

“If you move, I’ll punish you,” he states, almost like he’s daring me to.

He flips on his back and squeezes his head between my shaking legs, and true to his word, licks my thighs first, then he makes his way to my wetness.

He swallows every bit of our mixed cum. My body recoils because of the extreme sensitivity, but that spurs him on further.

Plunging his tongue into both of my holes, he hums with appreciation of the taste on his tongue.

When he finishes, he slaps my ass, and the sting lingers.

Moving back into his seat with a lust-filled gaze mixed with a knowing smirk, he says, “Alright, well, I better get you home.”

Quickly, he unbuckles my hands, and I turn around and straighten my dress, running a hand through my hair. Putting his legs in his pants and his shirt on seamlessly, he grabs my hand and delicately kisses the back of it.

Grumbling, I state, “It wasn’t a date.”

“Hungry? Will going through a drive-thru still not make a date?” He slyly grazes his eyes over me.

“Oh god, a juicy hamburger with fries sounds orgasmic.” I moan, my mouth watering, rearing my head back.

“I think you may need another orgasm; you must not have had your fill,” he says, chuckling.

“Food can be quite the experience, too.” I smile at him.

He puts the car in reverse, and we veer back onto the road with horrible traffic, which is typical for South Beach.

Never asking for my preference, he drives up to one of my favorites, the Shake Shack.

When asked for our order, he takes control again, ordering us hamburgers, fries, and large milkshakes.

Control must be a common theme for him. Pulling out his card, he pays and hands me my bag of food, and the smell alone makes my mouth salivate.

Tyler finds an isolated parking spot. Ripping my package open, totally famished, I dig in and take a larger bite than I probably should have, leaning back and exhaling loudly at how the delicious flavor meets my tongue.

“So, where are you from?” he asks nonchalantly.

I look at him wearily, hating small talk but semi-interested in his answer. I shrug my shoulders and state, “Boca Raton, so not too far from here, you?”

“Miami, born and raised.” He beams, then continues, “Are you ready for your initiation?”

“Yes, I’ve heard it's not that bad,” I say indifferently. “How was yours, or is it coming up?”

Uneasiness invades his eyes, and he lays his burger down on the console, zoning out as his mind goes elsewhere. After a minute, he snaps out of it. “You’re looking at a soon-to-be brother of Alpha Chi,” he states monotonously.

Unfortunately, I could see myself falling for this guy, tossing out my personal rule of no dating.

I side-eye him and consider all of his qualities—he’s handsome, fucks me into oblivion, he’s smart, appears to have his head on his shoulders, and he is in Greek life like me, so we have something in common.

“Congrats on that! Will you be moving into the fraternity house?” I say excitedly, trying to change the tone in the car.

“We don’t get a choice. We have to move in; it's in the bylaws. I’m moving in next Sunday, right after our first week of classes. You know, you could help me move in. I could use the motivation.” He makes eye contact with me, his gaze conveying a look that suggests he is up to no good.

One of my lips quirks up. “Yeah, sure, why not?”

“Still not a date, right? he says seriously, looking over at me.

“Let’s call it a half date,” I tell him, scrunching up my face, asking myself what the hell I’m doing.

“I knew I’d wear you down eventually. Whether you like it or not, Cassidy, that pretty little cunt really likes the way it grips my cock.” He aggressively takes a bite of his fry before adding, “And I’m charming.”

I squeeze my thighs together, willing my body not to respond to his dirty mouth, but I’m unsuccessful.

“Don’t get your hopes up,” I tease him, playfully slapping him on the arm.

Finishing up our meal, he drives me back to my apartment while thrumming on the console and sneakily stealing glances at me.

He parks and turns off the car, comes to my side, and opens my door for me. Ever the gentleman, another unexpected trait that has me absolutely feral for this man. Jumping out with adrenaline still running through me, he walks me up to my door.

“You’re quite old-fashioned when it comes to knowing how to treat a girl.” I smirk at him.

“I’m just trying to impress you. I’ll pick you up next Sunday, bright and early,” he cheerily states.

“You better bring coffee and food,” I yell back demandingly while he walks back to his vehicle, not looking forward to waking up early on a Sunday.

“I’ll bring donuts. I know a place that makes the best donuts you’ve ever had,” he yells as he raises his arms, widening them.

“It’s a—” I catch myself, biting my lip.

“Damn right, it’s a date.” He rushes back to me, lightly touching my cheeks and resting his hand on my neck. With his thumb on my jaw, he leans down and kisses me affectionately. Then, he saunters off down the stairs, whistling to himself.

I stare at his firm ass until I can’t see him anymore.

Unlocking my apartment door, I head straight for the shower to rinse off and then flop on my bed. I fall into a deep, dreamless sleep, perfectly satiated.