EroticReverie

Bryce 

“Don’t answer it” Layla says as our hotel phone rings and I’ve got a condom on my dick , ready to bury myself inside Layla. 

I move over her and lean down and her legs wrap around me , her hands grabbing my ass as our mouths move over each other’s and she lets out the sweetest little whimper as my cock nudges at her center. 

The phone rings and rings and I groan kissing her. Moving my mouth. 

“Maybe we should answer” I say.

“No” she says and her legs tighten and her hand reaches down and grabs my dick as she lines me up with her center. 

“Fuck me” she says with a little moan and I groan. How long I’ve waited for those fucking words from this girl. The phone is still ringing and I groan. 

“I don’t wanna fuck with that annoying shit ringing” I saw and she curses as I lift off her and reach over to the night stand and grab the phone , lifting it off the receiver and to my ear. 

“Hello?” I answer. 

I can hear Laylas sister in the background. 

“I told you not to call them!” She yells at my brother. 

“You two wanna get breakfast?” He asks and I let out a sigh. 

“Not really hungry” I say and Layla is laying there looking at me impatiently and I smile at her and she narrows her eyes. Clearly pissed I answered the phone. She was so fucking cute. 

“Yeah well. You’re coming anyways.” My brother says. 

“Leave them alone!” Laylas sister says in the background. 

I couldn’t believe my brother fiance was being a better wingman than him right now. 

“Jess told me that you kissed her sister.” My brother says and I sigh. 

“Yeah. So?” I say. 

“Think that’s a good idea?” He asks and I feel my mood fucking being ruined. 

“Yep. I do” I say and he sighs into the phone and then lowers his voice. 

“Listen…I’m not trying to be an asshole…but can you guys do this AFTER I marry her sister.” He says. 

“We don’t need the wedding to be awkward” he whispers. “If my wife gets the day ruined by you two I’ll kick both of your asses” 

I move to sit up on the bed and Layla sighs from beside me. 

“We’re not doing anything” I say. 

“Bullshit.” He says. “Dont fuckin lie to me. And get your ass to breakfast. I’ll see if they have an extra spare room so you two don’t have to sleep In the same room” he says and my brows pinch. 

“I don’t need-“

“Dont be stupid Bryce. Just. Do me a favor and keep your dick in your pants for a bit longer. See ya in a few minutes in the lobby” he says and promptly hangs up the phone. 

I take the phone from my ear and just look at it. Then hang it up and sigh. My hard dick barely fucking hard at all now. A condom fucking wasted as I pull it off and toss it angrily. 

“What are you doing?” Layla asks as I stand and walk from the bed. 

“Breakfast.” I say. “We need to meet them for breakfast” 

“Fuck breakfast.” Layla says and I half laugh and then look at her as I grab my boxers and pull them on. 

“Are you fucking serious?” She says sitting up and scowling at me. 

“Yeah” I say. Because as much as it annoyed me. My brother was right. I didn’t know what Layla wanted. I didn’t know what was gonna happen after we left here and this could all blow up in our faces and make tension for their wedding day and I didn’t want to ruin their day for them. 

“Bryce” Layla says as I grab my jeans. 

“Get dressed” I say and she just blinks. 

“Are you kidding me?!” She says angrily and throws her legs off the side of the bed. 

I tell her what my brother said over the phone. 

“We’re adults! It’s not going to ruin their wedding day if we have sex! We’ve already HAD sex ! Your mouth currently has my pussy all over it and I’ve got your cum in my fucking stomach. I’m pretty sure we’ve crossed the fucking line already” she argues as she stands there naked with her arms crossed. 

“And what happens after today Layla?” I ask her as I button my jeans. “What happens when we leave here?”

Her brows pinch and she shrugs. 

“I don’t know” she says and I grab a new shirt , my other in the kitchen where she stripped it off me. 

“Exactly. And what if he’s right. What if us hooking makes things awkward ?” I say and she drops her arms. 

“We’ve already hooked up!” She raises her voice. “Just cause your dick hasn’t been inside me doesn’t mean shit. We’ve done everything else!” She says and she was right. It didn’t make a difference. Only that it did. Because I was pretty sure that I wanted Layla Loxley. Not just now in the hotel bed. But I wanted her. Just. Her. And I was pretty sure she didn’t want what I did. Or even if she did. If we were ready for it. And I don’t care what anyone said. Actual sex was different. There was an intimacy different than oral sex. And if we had sex. It would change everything more than we already had. 

“You know what, fine, fucking fine. I can’t fucking believe this” she says and walks to her panties and then is walking through the gore picking up her clothes she had on and I sigh as I walk out. Finding her putting her clothes on in the main room. 

“Dont get pissed” I say and she shakes her head. She flips her hair out of her sweater. Giving me a fake smile. 

“I’m not Bryce, everything’s fine, everything is perfectly fucking fine” she says and then shoved me aside even though there’s plenty of room for her to get around me. 

“Layla” I say. 

“No. Just. Forget it. You don’t want this to happen. CLEARLY” she says. 

I slide a hand through my hair and my jaw clenched. 

“You need to stop pretending like you know what the fuck I want” I say. 

“Oh I know EXACTLY what you want” she argues and finds her boots in the other room and I follow her watching her angrily shove her foot into one and then the other. 

“Good thing your brother called to save you from another mistake” she says and clench my jaw. 

“You know that I don’t think this is a mistake” I say. 

She ties the laces of her boots and then stomps into the other room and I follow as she grabs a brush and rubs it through her hair. 

“You kiss me. Then shut me down. Then you come back here this morning tell me you’re gonna ruin me for any other man and then you’re saved my the fucking phone. You WANTED a reason to not fuck me. You could have just NOT answered it” she argues and I really don’t know how women do this 

How they spin everything to mean something that it doesn’t. 

“Quit acting fuckin crazy, you know I -“

“CRAZY?!” She exclaims and I curse myself. Because every guy knows you never call a female fucking crazy. 

“You know what?!” She yells as she points her hairbrush at me. 

“I should’ve fuckin known better. I should’ve known you’d fucking dick me around” she says. “Cause that’s what you do! That’s what you do to all the girls you’ve ever been with!” She yells at me and I bite my tongue. 

“Lower your voice” I say calmly. 

Her eyes flare and I’ve just set off another fucking bomb. 

“Don’t tell me what the fuck to do!” She yells. “And don’t tell me to lower my voice! And don’t call me fucking crazy !” She yells. 

“THEN QUIT ACTING LIKE IT” I answer back loudly and she clenches her jaw. 

“You know what. Fuck you” she says and throws her brush on the bed. 

“Yeah fuck me. Fuck me for doing something my brother asked and you blowing it out of proportion and making it mean something it doesn’t” I say and she scowls angrily. 

“Youre the one that’s fucking scared! You’re the one that doesn’t even know what the fuck he wants! If you knew what you wanted you wouldn’t need to worry about having sex with me, the fact you think fucking me is gonna ruin someone’s fucking wedding day is bullshit!”

“The only way there’s a chance of making their wedding day awkward is if you plan on fucking me like you do all your other girls. So is that it? You want to fuck me and never talk to me again?” She says and I rub my hand over my face. 

“You are so fucking ridiculous” I mutter with a frustrated groan. 

“Am I? Tell me. Tell me what the fuck the plan was Donovan!” She yells. 

“I don’t know. Because YOU don’t even know! Fuck!” I say angrily.

“Fuck you. You know what. Don’t even touch me. Ever. This is done. I’ll make it fuckin easy for you” she says and I roll my eyes. 

“Can you not act like a crazy fucking psycho for one god damn second?” I ask annoyed. 

Seriously. Why was this a thing? Why was she making this out to be some slap in the face to her? 

“You know what” she says snatching her purse. “On second thought, don’t even TALK to me. This is done. You’re right. Clearly this was a mistake if you think us having sex is gonna ruin a fucking wedding. You’re so fucking full of shit.” She says and I sigh. Grabbing the key card and my wallet and following an angry Layla out of the room. 

I roll my eyes as I see her down the hall stepping into the elevator and pressing the button to close the door to go down without me. 

“Fucking wonderful” I mutter and slip my beanie on and walk to the elevator.