EroticReverie

Layla Loxley

"I'd rather sleep outside and have all of my extremities lost due to the frost bite." I say as I glare at my sister, as me her, her fiance Carl and his brother Bryce all stand at the hotels front desk. 

"Sounds good to me. I'm sure you'll be fine if the rest of you is as cold as your heart." Bryce says, and I turn my head and shoot him a glare as his brother Carl gives him a nudge , warning him to knock it off. 

I look back at my sister. 

"Isn't this against some kind of sister code?" I ask and she rolls her eyes. 

"If you make me share a hotel room with you, and don't allow me to sleep in the same bed as my hot fiance-"

I groan and lift a hand. "Fine." 

Bryce chuckles and I ignore him and then look at the young receptionist behind the desk who is giving us her best customer service smile. 

"Tell me Lindsey" I say looking at her name tag. 

"How much is the fee if there's blood on the carpet?" I ask with a tone that insinuates I plan on spilling Bryce's in our shared hotel room. 

The poor girls eyes widen. "Oh..um." she stammers.

"Well that explains things." Bryce chimes in. "You could have just said it was that time of the month." 

I roll my eyes and my sister sighs. 

"Can you two act over the age of five for like ten seconds and give this poor girl a break." she says and I shut my mouth before shooting a comment back at Bryce. 

"Sorry" Jessica, my sister says to the girl. 

"Don't mind them. They didn't have their naps today." she says and Carl laughs and Bryce does too, but I just huff and grab the plastic key card off the counter. 

"This is ridiculous" I mutter and turn and walk away, grabbing my rolling suitcase.

My sister was getting married in two weeks, and instead of doing a bachelor and bachelorette party, like normal fucking human beings. They decided it was better to do a group vacation with the wedding party at a ski resort. Which was fine when there were other people to buffer Bryce and I. We'd all stayed for two nights. Everyone else left earlier in the morning, while my sister and me, her fiance Carl and his brother, my arch enemy Bryce stayed a bit longer, hit the slopes again and then...lucky us. The snow storm from hell had hit mid day, and the airports transport service was shut down, and my sister didn't want to risk having us caught in the storm on the way to the airport if we took a taxi or Uber.  

I was all for staying another night, especially since Carl's rich ass was footing the bill.  However, when we checked with the front desk. Our rooms weren't available, and there were only two king bed rooms available.  Being that my sister had just spent two nights with me and her girlfriends, it was obvious she was ready to get dicked down by her fiance and I didn't want to be in the way of that. But I also, didn't want to room with Bryce. For many reasons, but the main one being I didn't want to end up in jail for murdering him when he drove me to the point of insanity. 

"The storm is supposed to be pretty bad the next few days, I doubt anyone will be coming in or trying to reserve the rooms, but did you want to reserve them for a few nights, to secure them?" the lady at the front desk asked and I heard Carl agree to book them for three more nights. I groaned as I grabbed my suitcase and walked to the elevator.

"Be nice" I heard my sister tell Bryce who laughed in response as they walked behind me and Carl followed behind them. 

"I'm always nice Jess" he says as if he's offended she'd insinuate that he's a pain in the fucking ass. 

"Yeah...well....good luck living until the morning." she said and he laughed as her and Carl walked down the first floor hall to their room and I waited at the elevator for it to come down. 

I stood there staring at the numbers above the elevator.

"So what should we do first,paint each others nails, tell each other about our first times and giggle while eating chocolate, or have a hot hate fuck?" he asks and I feel my jaw clench and I turn my head. 

"You wish." I say and he laughs. 

"you wish that I'd wish." he replies and I look back to the elevator as I roll my eyes. 

Bryce was attractive, sure. Okay, he was more than attractive.  He was 6'4" with dark thick hair and lashes, and dreamy blue eyes. It was sickening. He'd played basketball in high school and in college, and apparently was set to go pro but for some reason decided not to. We'd all known each other since middle school, and his brother and my sister weren't just high school sweethearts, they were middle school sweethearts too. The thought of only ever sleeping with one person in my entire life nauseated me. The world was full of experiences. By experiences I mean cocks. Lots and lots of cocks. A world wide buffet of dick, and my sister had chosen to settle for her first taste? I didn't get it. But, hey, good for her I suppose. 

Growing up they were all the cool ones. Each a year above me. I was the awkward gangly brace faced one with a handful of friends and a serious crush on Bill Nye. Yup, the science guy.  Bryce teased me a lot growing up , nothing cruel or vicious, but always made my blood boil, and as we went into high school and my braces came off, and my tits came in, and I finally looked like something other than a stick figure, he'd started making sexual jokes all the time. 

Boys mature slower, I was always told. So I thought I was super adult, and better than Bryce for not falling for his douche baggery and sexual comments, that half the cheerleading squad had fallen for over the years. 

When the elevator opens I pull in my suit case and Bryce picks his up and my eyes go to the way his muscles flex in his long sleeves grey shirt. Bastard. Why did he have to be hot? I could just bite the bullet and fuck his brains out, but no. No. No. No. Bryce Donovan did NOT get a piece of this. Because then that meant I lost. Then that meant I was an idiot who fell for guys who when asked what their favorite food was , answered with Captain Crunch. 

"It's alright, I ran out of condoms fucking the little ski bunnies from the slopes anyways." he says and I groan is disgust. 

"That was responsible of you. We don't want the whole mountain catching whatever diseases it is you have. Although they probably all have itchy pubes now, with your crabs and everything." I say. 

I fight back my own grin when he barks a laugh. 

"You are soooo funny." he says half sarcastically, even though he laughed. 

I shrug. 

"Plus, that was one time...and I got them from Wandalyn Myers" he says. "That was in like 9th grade" he says.

"Who sleeps with someone named Wandalyn?" I ask and then pull my suitcase out as the door opens. 

"Oh Wandalyn!" I mock a yell of pleasure. 

He laughs again as I walk down the hall looking at the numbers next to the doors. 

It's the top floor and there's barely any rooms on this floor which is weird , but I swipe the card and curse when it lights up red. 

"They gave us the wrong card" I say. 

"Just try it again." he says. I do and it lights up red. 

"You're doing it too fast...calm down champ" he says when I stab the card into the slot angrily. Okay, so I had very little patience. 

"Jesus" he laughs. "What did that key ever do to you Loxley?" he asks , using my last name. I tense when he steps up right behind me and takes my hand and his large hand makes mine seem so small when his fingers take the card from mine and I feel my body shiver with goosebumps at the brush of his warm fingers and he flips the card. 

"Nice and slow" he says, his body crowding mine as he slips the key in the slot. 

"You gotta be gentle with it." he says, and his voice is way more sexual that it needs to be right now and I know he's doing it to get to me. 

"The fact you could even figure out where to put it must be exciting. I've heard you barely know you way around any other..slots" I say as I push the handle down and push the door open to the dark hotel room. 

He laughs. "Then you've only heard lies baby" he says.

I groan. "Do not call me that" I say and then reach out and flip on the light. 

"Oh." I say as I look around the suite. 

"Um, what the hell" I say as I step in and look around. There's rose petals all over the floor , like, a lot of them. 

"Are we in the right room?" I ask and he stops behind me and looks around as well. 

"uhhh....doesnt look like it." he says. 

"Unless you did this and are trying to get into my pants." he says and I roll my eyes. 

"If that's the case" he says. "All you had to do was say please, no need for the romantics and grand gestures Layla" he says and I shake my head. 

"I'd rather fuck a german shepard Bryce" I mutter and walk further into the room.

"Sounds illegal, but...i'd still watch." he says and I make a face of disgust as I look at him over my shoulder. 

"You're disgusting." I say. 

He laughs. "You're the dog fucker Loxley, not me." 

I roll my eyes. "God, you annoy me." I say and walk over to the phone and pick it up and call down to the front desk. 

After a few minutes, she apologizes, stating that the room had been set up for a couple that had to cancel, that she would send room service right up to clean the petals.

"It's fine, um, they can just clean them tomorrow or whatever. Not a big deal." I say and then she thanks me for understanding and we end the call. 

I dial my sisters room next and make a face as she picks up the phone breathless with a slight moan. 

"Jesus Jess" I say when she answers with a strangled breathy hello. 

"They gave us like a honeymoon suite, there's petals and shit everywhere." I say. 

"Why...are you...." she says and gasps and groans. 

I cringe. 

"Why are you calling to tell me this right now?" she breathes heavily and a little giggle and gasp come from her into the receiver. 

"I ...I dont know...i thought you and Carl might get more use of this room." I said. 

"Layla...i'm getting my use of this one just fine." she lets out a moan as I hear Carl telling her to hang up the phone and then hear a loud smack. 

"Oh , gross." I mutter. She laughs. 

"talk to you soon!" she says and then the phone slams on the receiver and I scrunch my nose and hang up the phone. 

I look over at Bryce who is opening up the sliding wooden doors to the bedroom area and he laughs. 

"Damn baby Loxley, you did this all for me?" he asks and I shake my head and stand and walk over to the door and he looks around and so do I . 

There's even more rose petals, like, a truly excessive amount of rose petals all over the floor and bed, candles set up, fake ones, all over the floor flickering. A bottle of champagne on ice that has melted, a plate of strawberries, cherries, and a white dessert dip in a silver bowl. 

"Mmmm, you know how I love food in the bedroom darling" he says and walks over and plucks a cherry from the dish and gives me a wink as he bites on it. 

"Do me a favor and choke on the pit." I say and walk into the room as he laughs. 

"You're such a romantic sweetie pie" he says and I ignore his fake pet names and open the door to the bathroom and my eyes widen and I smile. 

Silver linings. 

The bathroom is almost as big as the bedroom and has a jacuzzi tub, a claw foot bath, and a glass stand up shower, and a small sauna in the corner. It was like a little spa and I was in love. 

"Oh nice." he says, brushing past me and into the bathroom and I grumble, because my day dream is ruined. 

"We're gonna have lots of sex in this" he says knocking on the glass of the stand up shower with his knuckle. 

"Imagine your pretty tits pressed again this Layla" he says and I shoot him a half shocked and half disgusted look. 

"Do NOT talk about my tits." I warn him and he smirks.

"Okay. I'll just think about them then." he says and turns and walks over to the jacuzzi tub and looks into it. 

I thank whatever god is watching over me for the fact I still have my winter coat on to hide the fact my nipples just perked up at that comment and the little smirk on his face. I blame it on the dry spell I've been in. Tinder hasn't been good to me lately in terms of hookups, and the ones I usually recycle were all out of the hook up pool and in the "Seeing someone" pool. 

I walk out of the bathroom and back through the bedroom and into where I left my suit case and pull it into the bedroom. 

I watch Bryce as his tall frame falls and bounce onto his back on the large bed. 

"I love hotel sex." he says and he pretends to be grabbing someones waist as he thrusts up into his imaginary fuck.

"will you ever grow up?" I ask as I lift my suit case to the other side of the bed and set it there to unpack a few of my things. 

He laughs. "What , you never fucked in a hotel?" 

I roll my eyes. "Not what I meant, I was talking about your imaginary girl friend probably having the worst sex of her imaginary life." I say and he smiles at me. I look away before I let myself blush at his perfect dimples and straight white teeth. 

"When are you gonna stop ignoring this chemistry between us baby doll?" he asks 

"When will you see a therapist to help you with your delusions?" I ask as I unzip my suitcase and pull out my set of pajamas for later, and unpack a few sets of clothes to hang in the closet. 

"You mind if I bring some ski bunnies back tonight?" he asks and I lift my eyes. 

"Keep your ski sluts out of our room." I say and he grins. 

"Jealous?" he waggles his brows. 

"Nauseated." I reply. 

He chuckles and then flips over and moves over to my side of the bed and sits beside my suit case. 

"Show me what panties you brought, I'll tell you which ones I want you in tonight" he says. 

I throw down my pair of jeans in my hand and look at him and he bites his lip together to keep from laughing.

"Seriously, WHAT is wrong with you?!" I ask, frustrated beyond belief with him. 

"It's like you're a horny teenager who acts like he's never seen tits before, and talks about sex like he's trying to impress everyone when he's never even kissed a girl before" I say. 

"It makes you angry." he says with a smile. 

"It makes me annoyed." I say. 

He nods. "It's fun to annoy you little Loxley."  

I roll my eyes. "Well congrats, you do a fucking fabulous job of it." 

"Thank you" he says proudly. "I try my best." 

"I doubt you try it all, that shit just comes naturally. Always has." I say and he smiles. 

"Oh Little Loxley, we're going to have so much fun together."