Page 7 of Frat Row

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 feel soreness 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 like she 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.

I close my eyes, and a thrill shivers through my entire body—that’s my spot. Then, he begins walking beside me as our small party heads outside to where the Uber is waiting for us.

Blair tugs on Brad by the collar of his shirt, acting like she can’t get there fast enough, pressing her body roughly against his and rubbing herself all over him.

We all barrel into the Uber like we have no patience, which, let's be honest, died in the club. It’s a 4Runner with only three seats in the back and the passenger seat.

Brad climbs in first, with Blair jumping in his lap and straddling him, leaving two seats for me and Tyler.

The Uber driver rolls his eyes as if this happens all the time and turns down the AC to cool the car.

I’m thankful after sweating on the dance floor.

Tyler begins sensually brushing my hair behind my shoulders. He wastes no time, peppering me with kisses from my jawline down to my collarbone and pulling my shirt down. I allow him access.

Then, he brushes his fingertips above my breasts, which are pushed up and practically hanging out of the lace bra I’m wearing.

I let out a soft moan, needing more of him.

He pulls back and briefly makes eye contact with me as if asking for permission, and after I nod, he starts nipping at my neck harshly and licking the spots he’s bitten.

Even though the pain and pleasure feel great, there will be bruising and marks all over, but I don’t even care.

This man. I am so turned on, and we haven’t even taken a single piece of clothing off.

My hand slowly runs down in between his legs to explore and feel him with my fingers, and just as I thought, his cock is huge and bulging through his jeans.

I quickly send up my thanks to baby Jesus.

The Uber driver needs to floor the gas pedal because I’m salivating at this point.

Seriously, I don’t care if he has to break the law while driving; I’ll give him an extra tip.

The driver turns up the music, which happens to be R who knows.

People are freaks these days, so I’m guessing it’s the latter.

Blair is moaning so loudly like she’s never had a dick before in her life. She is either giving the performance of her life or actually enjoying it. I can barely pay attention because my hands haven’t left Tyler’s body.

As we pull up to our apartment complex, Blair and Brad basically fall out on top of one another while getting out of the car, laughing hysterically as they do so. Then, they practically sprint to our apartment, Blair holding her heels in her hands so she can keep up with Brad.

Tyler, being a complete gentleman, lets me out first, but not without me noticing him staring at my ass.

He shamelessly watches me walk in front of him for a minute, and I sway my hips enticingly, loving the attention.

All of a sudden, he jogs up beside me and quickly pulls me toward him.

I am flush against his body, breathing heavily and feeling our body heat radiating from us.

He puts his hand on the back of my neck, grabbing my hair and slightly pulling back so I’m forced to look up at him.

My lips part, and our eyes lock on each other, and I see something dark and playful in his.

He bites my lip hard to the point I lick it, and that metallic taste overwhelms and excites me.

Then, he kisses me, our tongues dancing back and forth with our teeth connecting at some points, sharing the blood on my lip.

He’s loving it. I push him back abruptly and reach for his hand again, leading him to my apartment on the second floor.

Blair was kind enough to leave the front door unlocked and somewhat ajar, not even bothering to close it.

We enter my apartment silently, grinning at each other.

Of course, Blair is already in her room with the door shut, moaning Brad’s name so loudly that our neighbors are definitely going to complain tomorrow. I swear that girl wastes no time.

Leading Tyler to my room, which is on the opposite side of the apartment, thankfully, we enter and shut the door.

He casually looks around, taking in my bedroom, which is scarcely decorated because I don’t plan on being here long. There’s a bed, a dresser, a desk, a nightstand, and an average-sized TV.

I’m leaning on my desk, waiting for him to make the first move.

Lastly, he looks over at me, narrowing his eyes and finding his prey for the night. His eyes darken with a cocky smirk, and his eyebrows are slightly raised. He notices a candle and lighter next to my bed and immediately lights it.

The lights in my room have an automatic dimmer. He doesn’t even make a move to turn them off.

So, he’s that kind of guy. He wants to watch.

He takes a seat in my desk chair, backing it up a little from where I stand, and turns it toward me.

“Take off your shirt,” he growls at me from the seat, leaning back into the chair and resting his arms on the armrests, seemingly owning the room and in complete control. He strikes me as very dominating, and I enjoy relinquishing dominance and submitting to his every demand.

Slowly, I inch it up over my head with a sinful grin on my face. My thighs clench with anticipation, and I feel myself already slick with desire.

“Now, your skirt.” I unbutton the back and shimmy out of it, kicking it to the side, standing now in only a navy lace bra and thong from La Perla and my heels.