EroticReverie

Bryce Donovan

The truth was. I wanted to bury my dick so far into Little Loxley that she'd forget her own name. She'd grown up to be the hottest woman I'd ever seen. She was pure fucking sex.  

Growing up she was mousy and shy and "plain". But I'd had a crush on her even then. She was cute as hell. And I annoyed the piss out of her then too. I had no idea of how to act around her back then, and so I teased her. As we grew up and she grew some of my favorite tits to fantasize about, my comments became admittedly pig headed. 

When she grew up to be a stunner, I was jealous of all the boys that were able to talk to her and flirt with her, without being a complete ass. To be honest, she was so fucking pretty it scared me. I didn't know how to fucking act normal around her, any game I would use on other girls, all went out the window with her. Mainly because I loved her little huffs of annoyance, that sexy little glare that she probably thought was intimidating. But it wasn't, it only made me want her even more for not putting up with my shit or falling for my stupid comments and suggestive innuendos. 

I watch her as she walks around the room, back and forth to the closet to hang up her things. I look down into her suitcase and smile at the lacy little panties stuffed in there, and...I tilt my head a bit. I grin when I notice the infamous rose shaped air pulse clit sucking toy that my last girlfriend had, laying beside a rabbit style vibrator. 

I lick my lips when I imagine her spread eagle using them on herself. I feel my cock jump in my pants and she walks back over. 

"You didn't need to bring toys with you honey, I got all the equipment you need in my pants." I say and she pauses and looks into her suit case and blushes , but grits her teeth and flips her suit case shut. 

"Stay out of my things Bryce" she says and I feel sort of guilty for embarrassing her. But she was Layla Loxley, I didn't think sex bothered her at all. She'd had plenty of it. No judgement what so ever, because I thought it was hot that she owned that hot body of hers. The only reason I might hate that she was "promiscuous" , was that I wasn't included in the list of men who'd gotten to have her in their sheets. 

"I'm hungry, You hungry?" I ask and she looks over her shoulder as she walks back to the closet.

"I swear if you make some comment about eating me Bryce, I'm going to stab you in your sleep." she says and I fight my grin. 

"I was actually just asking because i'm starving, and want to go to the restaurant downstairs, but.." I sigh. 

"I need you to come with me, because then maybe all the women will stop throwing themselves at me and I can eat in peace. I mean honestly, you'd think I was Brad Pitt or George Clooney to these ski bunnies and cougars." I tell her and she rolls her eyes. 

"I worry sometimes that you truly believe you're as irresistable to females as you pretend  you are." she says and I look at her ass in her tight jeans as she turns and hangs a few pairs in the closet. Fuck winter. Fuck snow. Why couldn't Carl and Jess pick a nice tropical place to visit for their joint bachelor and bachelorette party. I wanted to see Layla Loxleys cute ass in a little thong bikini, and those tits in a too small bikini top, busting out all around the fabric. 

"One day you'll see what they see in me buttercup" I say and smile at the way she sighs at yet another pet name. 

"I'm going to throw myself of the balcony" she mutters and I laugh quietly to myself. 

I look around the floor and the bed and brush the rose petals sticking to my shirt as I imagine five foot nine Layla with her wavy brown hair down to her ass, naked on this bed of petals with her hair fanned out around her, with her tits in her hands begging for me to fuck her. I shake my head. God I was fucking horny today. 

The truth was over the past few days I hadnt screwed any ski bunnies. Nor did I screw Kimmy one of the bridemaids who'd attempted to seduce me the first night when we all stood in the hotel bar drinking. Not that she wasn't a nice girl to look at , but, all I wanted was the female with the brown eyes with little green flecks in them that had been standing across the bar laughing with the bartender, as they flirted with one another.  I kinda sorta wanted to hop over the bar and strangle him that night for making her laugh and being on the receiving end of her smile.  Layla Loxley laughed and the world stopped. Seriously. It was hard to breathe whenever I saw her throw her head back and I got to hear my favorite laugh. Her teeth were annoyingly perfect. Was it weird to get hard over a set of teeth? Cause her teeth and her smile made me impossibly hard everytime I saw them or even thought of them. 

She turns around and I can't help but let my eyes lazily drift from her fuzzy socks up those tight jeans to her fitted red sweater that just comes to the top of her jeans and hugs her waist , and those breasts. I inhale. 

"Why are you looking at me like that?" she asks and my eyes flick up to her. 

"Hmm?" I cock a brow, not realizing I was staring so hard I couldve burnt every annoying piece of clothing from her body. 

"quit looking at me like that." she says and walks over and picks up her purse and puts it over her shoulder, a small little clutch bag with a long strap. 

"Where you going?" I ask my brows pinching. 

"uhh, I thought you were hungry?" she asks confused. 

"Oh, yeah. Yeah!" I say as I push up off the bed. 

"You're paying." she says and I laugh. 

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We sit down in the restuarant it's only 3pm so it's before their dinner time, so there's only us and a few other tables there. We're sat at a two person table in the center of the room away from the other tables, that are in booths along the wall. 

We've already ordered, each of us just getting a club sandwich and mozzarella sticks to share. 

"What do you want to do after we eat?" I ask as I take a drink of water. 

She lifts her head from perusing the dessert menu and looks at me with a quirk of her brow. 

"Well I don't know what you mean by we..since I plan on spending the day soaking in that jacuzzi tub." she says and I grumble. 

"You're gonna waste the day in a bath tub?" I ask. 

"Jacuzzi tub" she says. 

"boring." I say and grab the menu from her hand, pulling it gently from her hands and she watches me take it and fold it back up and set it aside. 

"I was looking at that." she says. 

"no you werent." I say. 

"Yes, I was." she argues. I give a little smile. 

"Alright then, tell me three of the desserts they have....no you know what....two. I'll make it easy for you." I say. 

She glares at me, narrowing her eyes. 

"Chocolate cake." she says. 

I give a little smile. 

"Too easy."  I say. 

She huffs. 

"you were just using that menu to avoid having to talk to me or look at me." I accuse her with a playful smile, knowing im a hundred percent right when she looks away and gives me a half hearted eye roll.

"Looking at you and talking to you might make me lose my appetite." she says and crosses her arms and sits back in her chair and looks across the room. I just smile as I watch her still avoid me. 

"Look at me Layla." I say it gently, not really a command, more of a request. 

She sighs and cocks her head and she turns her eyes to me as if she's annoyed. 

I smile.  Her annoyed face is my favorite. I don't know why, but it drives me crazy. 

"you're adorable, you know that?" I ask. 

Her brows pinch for a moment. 

"Knock it off." she says and looks away again, dropping her arms from her chest and sitting up straight. 

"I'm serious. You're fucking adorable Loxley." I say. 

"I will leave RIGHT now" she warns and I laugh and she looks back at me and her eyes squint angrily at me. 

"I can't compliment you?" I ask. 

"No. You can't." she says and fidgets in her chair and looks away again. 

"Do you prefer when I talk about wanting to get into your pants?" I ask and she shoots me another glare. 

"I prefer neither Donovan" she says my last name with a bite. 

"but my compliment makes you squirm more than the other?" I ask and she lets out a loud breath. 

"This food is taking forever." she says. It's only been five minutes. I smile watching her fidget. 

"Interesting." I say and then hum as I rub a hand over my jaw and put my elbows on the table and then let my hands fall in the crease of my inner elbow. 

"Tell me sugar tits.." I say and her head darts back and gives me a warning glare and I smirk. 

"What's worse...me calling you sugar tits, or me telling you that you're beautiful?" I ask and she swallows and studies me. 

"Don't fuck with me." she says and I feel the corner of my mouth lift high. I loved her defensive little attitude. 

"Not trying to. Just trying to figure out why me complimenting you upsets you." I tell her. 

"It doesnt." she says and waves her hand. 

"Compliment away. Go on. If you like lying to me just to see me squirm." she says and she looks annoyed, but also like I've genuinely hurt her feelings somehow. 

"What have I lied about?" I ask genuinely curious. 

She just ignores me. 

"Layla.." I say her name and it pulls her eyes back to mine. 

"Do you not think youre pretty?" I ask. 

She rolls her eyes. 

"I know I'm pretty." she says and that makes me smile. 

"but I know YOU don't think so, you just like to piss me off, and say shit to get under my skin." she says. 

What she says truly baffles me. Why on earth would she think I don't find her attractive, the girl was a fucking gorgeous. Anyone could see that. 

"why would you think I wouldn't think you were pretty?" I ask and she looks at me. 

"Because...it's you...you just like to mess with me." she says. 

"I do enjoy messing with you Layla, it's one of my favorite hobbies"i say and she rolls her eyes. 

"...but i'm not lying about the fact that I think you're pretty, or adorable." I tell her and she shifts in her seat. 

"Ok, great. " she says uncomfortably. I bite my lip watching her and she looks back to me after a moment. 

"Stop staring at me." she says. 

"I promise to go back to only making inappropriate comments and pissing you off in my normal ways...but....it's a fucking pleasure, a god damn blessing to be able to look at you. THAT is how beautiful and adorable I truly think you are." I say and she stills, her mouth partially open as if she wants to say something , but I don't let her. 

"your face ...is a fucking masterpiece...someone should paint it and hang it in a museum so people for years to come get to experience that face." I tell her and I watch her cheeks flush red and it's the cutest thing, and I can't stop talking.

"You know why I enjoy pissing you off?" I ask her and she looks back up. 

"Because I love the way those big doe eyes can go from something so  fucking cute and innocent, to narrow little slits that slice like daggers, and I like watching your pouty fucking mouth get all tight and angry. It's fucking sexy." I say and notice my voice has gone lower, and my cock is straining against my zipper as I lay my motives down on the table and show my cards. 

"I love your face." I tell her. "It's always been my favorite to look at." 

"So don't for one second think I'm lying to you when I tell you that you're face is past just being pretty, it's past fucking beautiful, your face fucks up a man's world Layla. Because it's all he can think about once he lays eyes on it." I say and then watch her as she lets out a large breath and I wonder how long she held it in for. 

She says nothing and I realize what I've done. Exposed myself to her. After years , I've  laid shit bare for her, letting her know the effect she has on me. 

I reach over, I grab the dessert menu and slide it over to her.

"Here." I say as I lift my fingertips from it. 

"You can go back to avoiding me now." I say and lift my water and now find myself looking around the room, unable to look her in the eyes or even in her direction. 

The silence is deafening. 

"I need to use the restroom" I say and get up without looking at her and escape from her so I can fucking breathe again. 

After taking a moment, I go back to the table, and Layla is gone.