Page 6 of Frat Row

I’m staring at one of the sexiest girls I’ve ever laid eyes on, with her chestnut hair, curvy body, and toned legs.

As soon as I saw her walk onto the dance floor, I knew I had to have a taste of her.

Her friend is dancing with her, but there are plenty of guys eye fucking them, lined up and waiting for a turn with either one.

Arrogantly, I stalk right up behind her and glare at the guy grinding on her, daring him to say something as I shove him away.

He stumbles back and leaves the dance floor quickly, not even looking behind him.

Stepping behind her, I place one hand on her hip, possessively holding on tightly as she moves her body against mine.

Grinding to the music, she moves her ass over my semi-erect cock, teasing me.

To be honest, I was already horny as fuck watching her dance with her friend.

But now, having my hands on her body and feeling her thong through her tight skirt, my dick is begging for some kind of release.

I have always considered myself a decent dancer and can sense she enjoys dancing with me.

She tosses her head back to gather her hair and put it to one side, and the smell of it invades my senses as I inhale deeply; damn, she smells like lavender and honey; I am intoxicated.

My other hand finds her other hip, and after a few moments, I glide one of my hands up the side of her body, over her arm, and up her neck, applying pressure to her throat just under her jaw and leaning her head back.

I tower over her, using it to my advantage to control her, and growl in her ear, “I need to know your name, and then I want to know every fucking inch of your body.” My hand slowly dips down, feeling the curve of her breast and lingering there, watching her nipples harden and her thighs squeeze together.

She lifts her chin gradually to the side and peers up at me with her doe eyes that I know are anything but innocent, and in a throaty whisper with her lips lifting in one corner, she says, “Cassidy Matthews; your turn.”

“Tyler Chase, but tonight, you can call me yours,” I whisper in her ear.

We continue to dance to the song, and my fingertips graze all over her body, slowly exploring all of her curves without putting too much pressure on her skin.

Unexpectedly, she turns around to face me and wraps both of her arms around my neck, her breasts ever so slightly skimming my chest, and pulls the back of my neck toward her face so that we are at eye level.

I can feel her hot breath as she breathes heavily onto my lips, faintly open, barely touching mine.

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 lips and 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?