Page 24 of Frat Row
As soon as we get back to Tyler’s room, he walks straight to his en suite and starts the shower so that the water can warm up.
He pulls me toward the bathroom as it starts to get steamy and licks my collarbone. I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror as he trails kisses around the area. I guess I must have nicked a branch or something because I’m bleeding.
“Mmmm, you taste good.” He drags his mouth over to mine and intertwines my tongue with his, and my mouth is flooded with a coppery taste.
Why am I so turned on by this? Maybe it’s just Tyler that turns me on and makes me hyper-aware of my body.
“Let me taste you,” I moan and drop to my knees.
His cock is at full mast and already leaking pre-cum. Sticking out the tip of my tongue, I look up at him and taste him before twirling my tongue around the tip of his cock.
“Fuck, Cassidy, you make me lose all sense around you,” he groans, weaving his fingers through my hair.
I take his full length inside my mouth and hollow out my cheeks, moving to the base of his cock to the tip. I moan with pleasure, sucking and tasting him. My nose hits his pubic hair, and the musky smell has me moving my own fingers to touch myself.
Tyler has a fistful of my hair now but is completely enraptured, staring at me. Spreading my labia with my fingers and beginning to play with my clit, I groan around his dick.
“Loosen your throat like a good girl,” Tyler whispers in pure bliss, his eyes closed and his head thrown back.
Ever the accommodating person I am, I don’t have a gag reflex, and I love being able to stun Tyler into silence.
He looks down at me as his eyes widen, and he holds on to my hair tighter, thrusting and hitting the back of my throat, igniting a fire between my legs.
“That’s right, get it nice and sloppy,” he says huskily.
Fuck. His words hit me right in my core, and I begin rocking back and forth on my own fingers, playing with myself exactly the way I like it.
“Are you going to come all over yourself?” Tyler begins thrusting harder.
I moan around his dick, and my eyes roll back inside my head. I am almost there. I can feel the tingling starting.
He fucks my mouth roughly, and I am completely turned on.
“Come for me, Cass,” Tyler whispers as he spills down the back of my throat, “Swallow it all, or you’ll lick it up off the floor.”
That sends me over the edge. Letting go, I come all over my fingers, slickness running down my thighs.
Tyler reaches for my fingers and puts them in his mouth, sucking hard and groaning. “I’m addicted to the taste of you.”
Then, he takes hold of the back of my head and kisses me, mixing our cum together.
Tyler breaks the kiss, smacks my ass, and says, “Get in that shower; you’re fucking filthy now.” Giggling, I do as he says. We lather and wash each other with his manly-smelling soap, stealing kisses when we can.
After hopping out of the shower, I begin towel drying my hair and put on the loungewear and fuzzy socks I brought in my bag.
Tyler throws on some gray sweatpants and sprawls out on his bed with the TV remote in hand, aimlessly scrolling through channels. He stops on reruns of The Office, and I laugh, throwing myself on the bed. “I love this show; I could watch it over and over again.”
“Me too; it’s one of my favorite shows of all time,” Tyler says.
We mindlessly watch a few episodes, laughing before Tyler asks me if I’m hungry. My stomach growls in response.
“Let me feed you,” he says, kissing and biting my lip. He pulls back and says, “Come on.”
Following him downstairs to the house’s huge kitchen, Tyler tells me to take a seat at one of the barstools.
He casually says hi to a few brothers cleaning up from their dinner and gets to work on making a chicken lettuce wrap for both of us.
He cuts them both down the middle, puts them on plates, and hands me one.
“Oh my god,” I moan as I take a bite of my wrap.
“Best boyfriend ever, right?” Tyler says with a sly smile, lifting up his eyebrows at me with a mouth full of the chicken wrap.
“Two orgasms plus feeding me? Yep, I’d say so.” I can’t keep the smile off my face as I say it.
“Did I just find my way into Cassidy Matthew’s dark heart?” he says, dissolving into laughter.
I tap my chest. “You might have found it.”
“I must have because you didn’t object to me calling myself your boyfriend.”
“No, I guess I didn’t.”
“Let’s go to bed. Heads up, I really enjoy being the little spoon,” Tyler casually says and yawns.
“I actually need sleep to function, so if that’s code for something, just know you’ll get shut down.” I sneak a peek at his reaction.
“I’m told I can be very convincing,” he says in a hushed tone.
“Sleep only. I have class in the morning!”
Tyler chuckles. “Alright, alright.”
We head back to his room, holding hands and smiling like two people who only see each other.
Jumping into bed and peeling back the covers, I turn off the bedside lamp and place my phone on one of the chargers next to Tyler’s phone and my glasses.
Tyler notices it and curiously asks, “What’s up with the pink cherry blossoms?”
Scoffing, I state, “They symbolize renewal and new beginnings!”
Tyler kisses me on my forehead before pulling me into him.
“And new relationships,” he tells me.
The guy has the body temperature of a sauna, and I’m always cold, so I snuggle in close, firmly squeezing his arms.
I might be falling hard for this guy.