EroticReverie

Layla Loxley

Leave it to Bryce Donovan to drain any chance of romance from a sleigh ride. 

But he'd promised to return to his normal douche bag comments, which he gave in spades. There were lots of "sleigh ride" innuendos and him talking about how he could melt all the snow on the mountain just by taking his shirt off. He loved to talk himself up and I could never tell if he was truly full of himself or just being cocky for laughs, but, either way, he had every right to appreciate his body. 

We get back to the lodge just as the sun is starting to go down and he helps me out of the sleigh his hands grabbing my waist and without meaning to they slide up under my jacket and sweater and I feel his hands, slightly cold on my skin. 

Even though they're cold, it sends heat everywhere, but Im the only one that seems to notice between the two of us. He just swings his arm around my shoulder once I'm safely on my feet. 

"Come on , let's go warm up by taking our clothes off" he says and I just laugh and shake my head, letting him keep his arm around me as we walk into the lodge. 

We go back to our room and remove our jackets.

"So what do you want to do now?" he asks and plops himself on the bed in the bedroom portion of our suite, the rose petals still everywhere. 

I laugh. "I don't know" I shrug. 

"I was thinking of taking a shower, I didn't get to take one last night or this morning." I say.

"Gross Loxley" he says and I roll my eyes and give him the finger. 

He smirks and I just shake my head. 

"Dirty, dirty girl" he says and I look over my shoulder. 

"If only you knew Donovan" I say, regretting it the second the flirtatious comment slips from my mouth and his eyebrows rise. 

I scrunch my nose. 

"Yeah no, I'll leave the perverted comments to you." I say, trying to save myself from my slip up. 

The side of his mouth lifts. 

"No come on, let's hear this....how dirty are you Layla Loxley?" he teases and I shake my head. 

"It was a joke." I say. 

"So you're not dirty?" he questions and I sigh and toss him a look over my shoulder. 

"Does that mean you're innocent little flower looking to be debased?" he cocks a brow and licks his lips. 

"Shut up." I say with another roll of my eyes and grab my pajamas. 

"No way, you're not getting into pajamas after your shower, the night is still young!" he says in protest.

"I'm not going to bed, i just want to get into something comfy" I say.

"Clothes are so restricting, you should just walk around our lovers suite naked." he says and I can't help but laugh at the wink he gives.

"You're a moron." I say and he laughs and stands. 

"I'm gonna go order us some room service, you want anything?" he asks. 

I shrug. "Surprise me".

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Bryce Donovan

Having Layla Loxley in the other room, naked in the shower, is torture. I order us each an appetizer platter, a few other finger foods and beers. 

I walk back into the bedroom because I can hear the shower still going and grab my own pajamas out of my suit case, so I can take a shower after her. 

I look to her suitcase on the floor, open and walk over and curiously peer down into it. 

Her rabbit vibrator is still in the suitcase, however, the little rose clit sucking contraption is not. My eyes go to the bathroom door and my cock starts to twitch at the idea of her behind that door, getting herself off. 

I look back down to the suitcase, moving my head around, and tell myself that she just moved her clothes around, and that it's probably in there, and...she's just showering. She's only showering Bryce, calm the fuck down. I bite my finger on the side and leave the room and go sit in the main area of the suite. 

Ten minutes later, she's walking out, her wet hair hanging down as she towel dries it. She's wearing red and white checkered flannel pajama pants that hang loose on her hips, and a matching long sleeved flannel shirt that is loose on her. God, it should be a boner killer, but she made even a flannel pajama set look hot. 

"What'd you get for us?" she asks. 

Us. I liked the idea of being an us with Loxley. My eyes go to hers and I look back down over her. 

"Why are you covering up on me? You should take your pajamas off, and give the room service guy a little peekaboo show for his tip when he comes." I tell her and she throws her towel at me. 

"Pig." she says and I grin as she fights her smirk and walks over and sits down on the couch a safe space away.

"What'd you order?" she asks. 

"Appetizers, finger foods, beers." i say. 

She nods. "Cool" 

"Yeah...well...I'm gonna go take a shower real quick..I'm a dirty girl too ya know" I wink and she laughs. 

"Idiot" she shakes her head and then grabs the remote and turns on the television.

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I close the bedroom door behind me, grab my grey sweats and then stop, and look over to her suitcase. Still open on the floor. I look to the bedroom door, then walk slowly over and curse when the red rose is sitting right on top, still with a few beads of water on it. 

"Fuck" I whisper and bite my finger again with a growl. 

She was fucking masturbating while she was in there. Did she even really need a shower? Or was that her excuse to get off? Fuck. 

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In the shower , I too get my release, beating my fucking dick like it owes me money , while I think of Layla in here, panting and her fucking clit getting sucked and pulsed by that fucking toy instead of my perfectly capable mouth. 

I cum hard all over the wall , watching my load as it hits the tile and Imagine how it would look dripping on those tits of hers. 

I groan, and clean my mess, and then get out, dry off and throw my sweats on and dry my hair a bit , running my fingers through it. 

I throw on a bit of deodorant and a spray of cologne. Jesus. I was so fucking obvious. But it was all worth it for the way her eyes widened and her mouth froze open as she saw me walk into the living area of the suite shirtless.