Page 61 of Frat Row
I roll over in the most comfortable bed to face my husband as the ocean breeze washes over us, smiling with immense happiness.
I survived.
I am a survivor.
Tyler is still fast asleep as I tip-toe out onto the balcony, taking in the vast ocean before me.
It was hard at first, starting over, but we made it together, healing alongside each other.
Somehow, we’ve managed to remain undetected by the fraternity, but we have emergency bags packed just in case. I think we will always have that worry in the back of our minds.
Tyler started a fishing charter business shortly after we got here; he enjoys meeting new people and tourists from all around the world.
It took me a little longer to be comfortable leaving our home, fear etched deep in my bones from my time in captivity. I recently started a part-time job as a hotel receptionist at a local hotel. So far, it has been great for my mental health to interact with people again.
For the first month, I wouldn’t let Tyler come near me, but he has been so patient, and we’ve taken it slowly and gotten back to where we were before I was kidnapped.
Recently, after feeling a sense of safety, I sent Blair a postcard in a code we used when we were younger.
She hasn’t written back yet, but I check the mail every day with anticipation that it will come.
I know she will relay the information to my mom, and this is how we will have to communicate for now.
Tyler sneaks up behind me and wraps his arms around my stomach, still naked from sleep. “Come back to bed,” he tries to coax me, whispering in my ear while pinching my nipple through my sheer top.
I groan. “Only if you promise to make it worth it,” I tease him.
He lifts me on the railing of the balcony, shimmies my boy shorts off, and spreads my legs wide with his hands.
Dropping to his knees, he kisses my inner thighs simultaneously.
I throw my head back, closing my eyes in ecstasy.
He kisses my clit, barely sticking out his tongue as he slides it back and forth over my slit.
Then, he licks and sucks his way down, sliding his tongue inside me and pulling it out at a slow pace, savoring me.
He begins fucking me relentlessly with his tongue, and moans leave my lips shamelessly.
Right before I am about to come, he lifts me up by my ass, one cheek in each hand, as our chests are pressed together. I feel his length, fully erect, bobbing between us.
He hoists me up against the wall of the house and locks his lips on mine, kissing me like he is trying to steal the breath from my lungs. I kiss him back just as hungrily, warmth growing between my legs as I open myself up more to him.
He slides himself into me easily and adjusts himself so his cock can hit the right angle. Not taking long, he sets about thrusting in and out of me while my back slides up and down the wall. The friction causes pain, while Tyler gives me pleasure. The best of both worlds.
Suddenly, he stops, removing himself from inside me as he carries me over to the bed, splaying me out in front of him.
“Knees to your chest,” he commands as his eyes darken.
I obediently follow his instructions, a thrill of the unexpected washing over me.
“Look at you with both holes on display for me.”
He spreads my ass cheeks and spits on my hole. Moving his face down, he licks around my rim, slowly building me up. Edging me. Then he slides his tongue in and holds it there, bringing one of his fingers to my clit and flicking it back and forth. I squirm at the overwhelming sensation.
Then, he begins fucking my ass with his glorious tongue as he works my clit over and over.
The waves of pleasure engulf me, causing a small cramping in my stomach. As I open my mouth and scream his name, I squirt all over his face.
He licks up every bit of it and then climbs on top of me. He bends one of my legs to rest on my stomach and slides into me. He fucks me into the bed relentlessly, determined to make us come at the same time, grunting with each thrust.
He hits my G-spot at the right angle, and the pleasure is so immense I feel as though I am going to explode. We yell each other’s names at the same time as he pulls out of me and comes all over my chest and face, marking me as his.
Sliding my fingers through it, I take two of them and suck them eagerly as he watches me intently.
“I love you, Cassidy, but I have to know… Would you change anything about our life?” he asks softly.
I ponder over this for a moment, and then bitterness consumes me as I say with venom lacing my tone, “I absolutely would.”
“And what is that, my love?”
Locking my wild eyes with his, full of revenge, I say, “I would burn Alpha Chi to the fucking ground.”