EroticReverie

Layla Loxely

When Bryce walks out, freshly showered, in only a pair of grey sweatpants, no shirt, freshly showered with his hair still wet. My panties grow as wet as his hair. 

So much for the masturbating away the horny as fuck mood I'd been put in by him. I'd stood in that shower, rubbing my hands over my body with my eyes closed, imagining it was Bryce touching me. God, what was I doing? I was NOT supposed to want to fuck Bryce. 

But I did. I always have, regardless of the lies I've told my friends and myself. Even my sister picked up on it a few years back, but I denied, denied, denied. You didn't look at a guy like Bryce and NOT imagine all the ways he could toss you around , or how big his dick was. Which. If rumors and the subtle outline in his grey sweats are true...Bryce Donovan has a huge cock. 

Quit thinking about his cock Layla. Jesus. This sharing a room thing was a bad idea, and I felt the pull low in my belly, the little horny devil on my shoulder urging my inner slut to say fuck it, and give in to what my body clearly wanted. 

He walks over and I manage to draw my eyes away from him and scroll through my phone to keep myself busy, to keep my heart rate down. 

Before he even gets near me I can smell his cologne, and god damnit, what the hell did they put in men's cologne? I was certain that there was some secret ingredient that was in that shit, because the smell of him made my nipples tighten and I wanted to reach inside my shirt and calm them before they torpedoed through my fucking flannel pajama shirt. 

He sits down and leans back, grabbing the remote and I fight the urge to throw myself on him. 

Thank god there's a knock at the door. 

"I got it" I blurt too quickly as I shoot up and walk quickly to the door to get myself away from the tension of being near him. 

I open the door to the man with a tray of food and a bucket of beers, and he wheels the cart in. Placed the trays of food on the long coffee table , and then the bucket of beers. 

I watch Bryce as he walks to where he left his wallet on a side table near the door. He opens it, and hands the room service guy a few tens. 

The guy thanks him and then takes his empty cart with him and Bryce shuts the door behind him and then walks back to the room and looks at me. 

"You better be hungry little Loxely." he says. I give a half smile and then he walks over and he sits down on the floor, opposite of the couch. 

"What are you doing?" I laugh. 

"I don't like the table being that far down..cmon..sit.." he says and pats the plush carpet and then turns and opens the dishes. 

I walk over and sit down next to him, crossing my legs and scooting closer to the table.

"How do you feel about fried pickles?" he asks and I nod. 

"I feel good about them." I say and he smiles then plucks one from the appetizer platter and dips it in the ranch a bit and then lifts it to my mouth and I quirk a brow.

"I am not letting you feed me." I say and turn my head away from him and scrunch my nose. 

"Cmon, open up for the airplane Loxley" he says, moving his hand side to side making airplane noises.

I laugh and shake my head.

"No!" I squeal as he darts it to my mouth. 

"Open or the plane is gonna crash into your face" he says and I laugh, opening my mouth and he smiles and places the fried pickle in my mouth. 

His fingers brush my lips and I pretend not to notice as I roll my eyes and chew on the food. 

---

Awhile later the food is half eaten , as me and Bryce sit on the couch watching the television. 

"Let's charge some dirty videos to Carl's room tab." he says and I laugh. 

"Don't" I say and take a sip of my third beer...or maybe it was my fourth. I wasn't sure, all I knew was that my cheeks were warm, and I had been laughing for the past ten minutes as Bryce turned down the volume on the television, and we made up dialogue between the people on tv. 

I laugh as I watch him click accept to the 9.99 charge of a parody porn of The Office, just called The Hotffice.

"We are not watching this." I say as it starts to play, and he laughs, swinging his hand away from me when I reach for the remote. 

"Oh come on, these things are hilarious...plus I wanna see Hotffice Pam." he says and I just roll my eyes and then look to the screen. The volume still down, and apparently there's very little "Story" and a lot of action because "Hotffice Pam" is on her knees, sucking off Dwight as soon as the thing starts. 

"Jesus!" I say and look away. 

I wasn't a prude. I watched plenty of porn. But, never with fucking Bryce. This was weird. 

"Dang." Bryce says , tilting his head. 

"Dirty little Pamela, she's cheating on Hotffice Jim!" he says and I look to him as he stares at the screen shaking his head. I can't help but laugh at the fake disappointment on his face. But the fact he's not at all phased by it, makes me bite the inside of my cheek and turn my head. 

"Angela is going to be pissed." I say and then look at him as he turns his head head and smiles. He gives a little laugh. 

"Yeah she is." he says and then turns his head back to the television. I settle into the couch and then look back to the television.

Fake Dwight, looks nothing like him, other than the clothes and glasses. And fake Pam looks nothing like the real one, in her slutty secretary getup. 

I feel my toes curl as we watch in silence. 

"Oh Pammy, beets baby, ohhh beets" Bryce says with a fake groan, going back to us pretending to do the dialogue, and he pretends Dwight is thinking about beets due to the fact his character owns a beet farm on the show. 

I giggle and look at him, and he looks to me and nods to the tv. 

"Come on, whats dirty office Pam saying?" he asks and I lick my lips and look back to the television. 

"Your the paper selling king Dwight...Jim doesnt sell half as much as you do" I say with a fake lustful voice, panting as if I'm out of breath. 

We watch as fake Dwight rips open fake Pam's shirt.

"Show me your breast beets!" Bryce says with a growl and I choke on my beer, spitting it out, coughing and laughing as Bryce laughs, reaching over and patting my back as I burp.

"Sexy" he says. I cough still though, moving my arm to push his away and give him a glare as I compose myself. He smiles. 

I roll my eyes at him and look back to the television. 

"She has nice breast beets." I say and he laughs , and I can feel him still looking at me, but see him turn his head out of the corner of my eyes. 

"They're alright." he says. 

"Nothing compares to my sugar tits here." he says and jerks a thumb towards me as if he's talking to the television.

"She's got the best breast beets around." he says and I reach over, slapping his chest playfully with the back of my hand.

"Shut up, you idiot" I say and he laughs.

I look back to the television to see the people on screen shedding their clothes, and I swallow hard, watching as the man puts fake pam over the desk and starts to lick her pussy from behind. 

I lick my lips and bite the side of my lower lip. I don't want to be turned on. At all. But all I can think about right now is Bryce doing the exact same thing to me. 

"Okay i think we've seen enough." I say, and reach over for the remote. 

"Nuh uh, home boy is doing the best part!" he says and I feel my cheeks flush. 

"Hotffice Pam is going to be in so much trouble with Hotffice Jim" he says tsk'ing at the screen and I lean over and snatch the remote and flick off the tv. 

"Hey! I paid good money for that! I wanna watch it!" he says.

I roll my eyes. "Your brother paid for it" I remind him and he laughs. 

"So what? You can't handle some Hotffice porn Layla Loxley? You getting all hot and bothered over there?" he waggles his brows at me. 

I roll mine and lie. "No. I just don't want to watch porn with you. It's weird." I say. 

He smirks. "Gonna go take your little rose in the shower again?" he asks. 

My jaw drops. His eye brows lift, he bites his lips together, clearly holding back a laugh. 

"Jerk!" I hiss as I slap his arm. 

He laughs, his head going back. 

"Sorry, sorry!" he says as I slap his arm again, and then his chest. 

"I just noticed it was missing from your suitcase when I went in there to get my sweats!" he says and I growl at him and he laughs, looking at me. 

"Don't worry, if it makes you feel any better, I totally jerked it during my shower." he says and I roll my eyes and shove at him. 

"You're gross" I say and he laughs. 

"It's natural Layla..let's not be ashamed..we should do it together! As A team! What do ya say?" he teases and I shake my head. 

"God I hate you." I say and go to stand up.

"I'm going to bed." I say and he boos at me as I walk towards the bedroom. 

I lift up my hand and throw him the bird, and then shut the door behind me. 

---

I'm fast asleep when I feel the bed move. I stir slightly as I feel the covers move slightly and then a large body move up behind me. 

"Bryce?" I ask my voice quiet and scratchy. 

"You waiting on someone else? Another gentleman caller?" he whispers. 

Even sleepy as hell I laugh slightly.

"Fuck off." I say. 

"Get out of my bed." I add. 

"You should know........that office pam ended up with a harem of men...Jim, Dwight, Michael , Toby, Kevin-"

"Shut up Bryce" I grumble.

"Just go to sleep" I mumble as I close my eyes. 

"C'mere" he says and I feel him move closer, my eyes flying open as I feel him wrap and arm around me and pull me to him. 

"Bryce.." I say quietly. 

"Shh" he whispers into my hair. 

"Call me Dwight" he says and I laugh slightly. 

"You're such an idiot." I say, as my spine tingles when I feel his breath on the back of my neck. 

"You smell so good." he says and I feel his nose nudge against the back of my neck and then at the side. 

"Knock it off" I tell him. 

"What? You do...you always do" he says and I swallow hard. 

"Turn around" he whispers. 

I shake my head in the dimly lit room, the lights barely on.

"Face me Loxley" he says and his fingers lift and he pushes a tiny piece of stray baby hairs behind my ear and the gentleness of his finger tips skimming along my ear makes me shiver. 

"I'm tired Bryce" I say. 

"I wanna see your face before I go to sleep." he whispers. 

I swallow again, harder than before as he places his hand on my shoulder, rubbing it gently. 

"Please?" he asks quietly when I don't respond. 

I sigh. 

I turn over slowly, onto my back and then turn my head to him as I lay on my back and he smiles down at me. 

His hand comes to my face, his fingers swipe hair behind my other ear now and I find myself strangely aroused. Because i dont even want to fuck Bryce in this moment, which would be the easier fantasy to deal with. But no...I wanted him to kiss me. I wanted him to tell me again about how much he loved my face. 

He just shakes his head slightly. 

"I've had a few beers....and so have you...." he says. 

"But...." he says. 

I should stop it, I should roll back over.

"I really want to kiss you good night Loxley." he says quietly. 

I lick my lips slightly and nod. Fuck. I didnt even hesitate, what was I doing?

"Are you serious?" he asks. and I laugh slightly. 

"Shut up Bryce." I say softly.

He lifts up, hovering his face over mine. 

"I'm gonna kiss you..." he says. 

"yeah, i thought we already agreed on that..just do it." I whisper. 

I watch him grin, and smile. 

"Yes ma'am" he replies.