Hot Frat Guys Novels & Stories

We have been walking for about ten minutes and it feels like it has just been seconds. "Why are we talking about that asshole? We should be talking about us..." he winks. "You know... You plus Me... We." I just laugh at that. "You are not my type, Flex." He holds his chest and gasps, gawking at me. "Did you just!" "Leather jacket + ripped jeans + Mohawk + too cute = Trouble." I've seen guys like Flex in college. They are heartbreak ambassadors and they sleep around and complain about their girlfriends being nothing but "crazy psychos"! Thank God I never dated one. I learnt from other girls' experiences.

Chapter One Sabrina’s POV “Hi, I’m Xander. This are my buddies: Jolo, Marko and Yael.” I’m at a bar when a server approached me earlier and gave me a drink with words that it was given by this group of men who is now in facing me. And of course, I accepted it. Looking at the four of them, I can say that they are all handsome and well-built. Hot. Sexy. Okay, I am drooling.

But my efforts were futile - she didn't return my smile for even a second. “I’ll be back tonight. Promise.” Tomorrow we'd hit another frat party - the same old, same old we did every weekend. I turned away quickly so she wouldn't see the color drain from my face. The frat parties were too much. The guys were always half-baked, drunk, or both. And if any guy dared boast about hooking up with a girl from our crew, he'd parade it around like some shiny trophy. He'd bask and preen in all the attention, puffing out his chest at the ego boost another notch on his bedpost provided.

they all say in unison as a greeting, and I just nod at them, rushing up the steps where the rooms are. The boys of Delta Kappa tick pretty much every stereotype for frat boys: they’re all rich, handsome, muscular, and just a tad dim. My boyfriend Cade Franco is not any different from any of them. He’s blond, blue-eyed, perfectly tanned and toned. We’re both studying literature. He comes from a rich family here in Los Angeles, and everyone pretty much wonders how we got together, even though they’re too polite to ask.

The second I tugged the fridge door open, cool light spilling across my bare legs, then I heard it, low laughter behind me, deep and male. “Well, well…” I froze, hand still on the milk carton. My stomach dropped, heat rushing straight between my thighs. Slowly, I turned my head and there they leaning against the counter like they’d been waiting. Liam, tall, cocky, with that constant smirk that made me want to slap him and kiss him all at once. And Jace, darker, broader, his eyes sharper, hungrier. My brother’s best friends. The two men I’d spent years pretending I didn’t fantasize about when I touched myself in the shower.

I tell him, rolling my eyes. "Hey, I'm pretty drunk as well. I am in no situation to be driving right now, and Megan doesn't drink. So, here we are to your rescue. Think of us like Batman and Robin. Robin is only here for moral support, though." "I don't remember Batman being so annoying," I say, rolling my eyes. "You're a cutie. Ethan, aren't you going to introduce us to your girlfriend?" "That's not his girlfriend. He fucks everything up, remember?" Frailey says, nudging her shoulder.

Then the frame shifted, and I saw three guys I didn't recognize, wearing letterman jackets from some other school, their faces smug and dangerous. "Where's your sexy little sis?" one of them said, his voice slurred, his eyes glassy, "I heard she was here." He laughed, the sound ugly and wet, "Can't wait to get my hands on that body. Gonna fuck the shit out of her tonight. Heard she's easy." The video shook as Matteo lunged. His fist connected with the guy's jaw, a sickening crack that made me flinch even through the screen. Then everything exploded. Bodies collided, fists flew, Ava screaming in the background, and the camera tumbling.

Everyone started cheering ‘chug’ as the three guys smiled at everyone. I had been around my friends for quite a long time and I’d seen them shirtless and they had the same body. But, I liked it when they were older. I just thought that they seemed more mature and they could put up to my standard. I always liked guys older than me, not the ones who were my age or younger. I also think that guys who were in their late or early twenties were great at bed since they had the experience. I had proven it because Liam had justified my sexual fantasies. The two guys lifted the other one so he was standing upside down on the keg. All the people cheered ‘chug’ as they watched him finish up the whole ke

They laughed arrogantly as they teased and mocked the other group of people. The other group of people was actually Fatty Frank, Angel, and the others from Team Five, but they were not in good shape as they were all forced to the floor. Fatty Frank’s face was swollen, and his mouth was bleeding; Angel had a clear slap mark on her face as well. The foreigners did not hold back at all. “What happened?” Andrius looked at the foreigners with a frosty gaze. He went up to help Fatty Frank up from the floor.

She had to grow up sometime—why not start now? “Rule forty-six,” Cali said as they took their place in line. “Don't drink anything unless you pour it yourself, even soda or juice, or if someone gives you an unopened can. Some of these frat boys will do anything to get you naked, including drugging your drink.” “Don't worry,” Leesa said. “It's Diet Pepsi or Coke for me.” “Unopened,” Cali repeated. “They can drug a can of soda as easy as a glass.”