EroticReverie

Bryce

When Layla is the one to catch the bouquet , there’s no way I’m letting another man get his hands on that garter or getting his hands on Laylas legs and up her fucking dress. No god damn way. 

It’s no surprise when my brother tosses the garter from Jess over his shoulder that I full on push the other hopeful men aside and jump like a fucking mad man into the air. Snatching it out of the air as I fall back and onto the group of men behind me. It’s all in good fun of course , but none of them have any idea how I would’ve wrestled them on the floor for this little piece of lace and satin. Nobody stood a fucking chance. 

As the men around me laugh and help me up off the floor I stand to see my brother and his wife laughing and shaking their head at me as I hold it up in victory and look over to Layla standing with the bouquet and trying to fight her big smile as she bites her lips together.  

The dj announces to have us both at the center of the room as Layla sits in the same chair her sister sat in as my brother peeled her garter off. He went for a modest , simple hands sliding up her dress instead of something more scandalous like putting his entire head up her dress. 

I get down on one knee as she sits with the bouquet and looking down at me as the dj plays a classic racy tune that encourages me to be a little more scandalous than my brother. 

I bring the garter to her foot and grin at her as I hold it open and she slips her foot in and then as soon as I have it near her calf I grab her leg, and thanks to the slit I’m her dress on that side I’m able to dip down a little and throw her leg right over my shoulder. Her eyes go wide in surprise but then her head goes back with a laugh as I grab hold of the garter once again when I make sure her dress is covering between her legs. Nobody was getting a free show from me. No way. 

I slip it up to her knee and back down. Taking my time and the crowd cheers as she laughs and watches me as I keep slipping it higher and higher and then back down. I turn my head and place a kiss on her calf making her blush and place a hand over her face. The other groomsmen and men in the crowd are cheering and even the women are giving little yells of encouragement and whistling. 

I kiss her leg a second time and push the garter up further , and well past the beginning of her thigh which is where I’d leave it if it weren’t Layla fucking Loxley sitting in front of me. 

Her eyes widen and her hand shoots down as I get it above her mid thigh and I laugh and end my little adventure before she slaps me in front of t a hundred people. The dj whistles and then I lower her leg and adjust her dress for her and smile as I stand and take her hand. 

“Now THAT is how you do it ladies and gents!” The dj says into the mic and I smile and grab Layla by swooping an arm around her lower back and then lean down as her pretty eyes look up at me and I plant a kiss on her gorgeous mouth, reaching up and holding her by the back of her head. Claiming her in front of our family and friends. Making the move to let her know I’m all fucking in and I want everyone to fucking know we’re doing this damn thing. 

She doesn’t pull away as the crowd gasps with surprise and the hollers and whoops , cheering for us as she throws her arms around me and I pick her up. Her feet leaving the floor as she smiles against my lips. Mine. Mine. It’s all I can fucking think as I kiss her in front of all the people standing witness to me finally securing the damn girl. Fucking finally.

She’s the first to pull away and blushes and then buries her embarrassed face in my chest as I wrap my arms around her as the dj calls for everyone to the dance floor. 

The song is a fast and fun old hip hop song that has everyone our age cheering and throwing their hands into the air and singing along. A few of the bridesmaids and groomsmen come next to me and Layla , all of us singing along and the girls grabbing her and pulling her into a little dance circle as I watch her hold the little bouquet in the air and shake her ass and move her fucking hips with the rest of them as they all put one hand on their knee and bounce their asses like their sexy little video dancers but in bridal party attire. 

“So you and Layla?” My brothers oldest friend Ashton asks in my ear, yelling slightly over the music. 

I nod without taking my eyes off that ass of hers as she drops it lower and my dick fucking jumps in my fucking pants at the sight of her ass popping up and down under that dress. 

“Yeah. Me and Layla” I say back to him. 

“Lucky fucking bastard” he says and I just smile. Because yeah, I was fucking lucky. But also, luck had nothing to fucking do with it. That girl was fucking made for me. 

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When all is said and done and the reception dwindles down and we have a little more alcohol in all of us we clear out the reception room, some of us dwindling over to the hotel bar as the bride and groom leave for the start of their honeymoon up in their suite. 

I stand at the bar next to Layla on a stool with some of the bridesmaids and I’m honesty having so much fun and don’t want the night with our friends to end , so I buy

A round of drinks for her and the other bridesmaids and then the rest of the guys in the wedding party. We each do a

Shot and hold it up and toast to Jess and Carl and all throw back our shots. 

“It’s about time you two fricken got together. Jesus. So tired of the will they won’t they!” Says Marie one of Jess’s college friends and me and Layla laugh as the other girls chime in. 

“What will the other men and women do in this city now that the two of you are off the market? So many broken hearts out there” teases Regina one of our friends from high school. 

“Don’t know. Don’t care”

I say and then lean down and place a kiss on Laylas shoulder. She smiles at me and then takes a sip of her fruity little drink. 

“Oh god, now we’ll have to hold back our vomit about how stinking cute they’re gonna be together” Marie teases and makes us laugh. 

“If he fucks it up. I’m next in line” says Mark one of our friends , who actually already had hooked up with Layla back in High school.

“You had your chance” I tell him and he laughs as Layla rolls her eyes at the both of us. 

I talk with the guys and Layla talks to the girls. But I never leave her side. My hand always on her somehow. On her bare back , her waist ,

Her thigh, as long as I’m touching her to make sure she doesn’t disappear or get stolen away. 

There’s a few others from the reception hanging around. Friends our age that also aren’t ready for the night to end. 

“Let’s go down to the beach!” Squeals a drunken Marie, and because we’re all either tipsy or drunk and not ready to go to our rooms or go home. We finish our drinks and make our way out of the hotel and through the expanse of gardens and we walk the few blocks towards the beach. It’s partially lit and there’s randoms from other hotels along the beach making late night strolls and laying on the beach on blankets and cuddling and our rowdy wedding party interrupts their romantic time by our friends running onto the beach and a group of them decide to run to the edge of the water. Stripping off gowns, tuxedos and dresses and pants until they’re in their underwear. 

“Don’t judge me for my spanx!” A girl yells as she drops her dress and reveals and high waisted nude colored spandex and a strapless bra and makes everyone laugh. 

I stand with Layla as we watch them all charge and splash into the water. The girls screeching about how cold it is and the guys grab them and toss them into the water. 

Standing behind Layla I wrap my arms around her and kiss the side of her head as she laughs at the comical scene of all our drunk friends shouting at each other and splashing around in the water. I can already tell which singles are going to be hooking up and taking someone back to their hotel rooms. But all I care about is taking the girl in my arms back to mine. 

Layla turns in my arms and I look down with a smile on my face as she peers up at me. 

“It ended up being a great night” I say and lift my hand to push a stray piece of hair behind her ear. She nods. 

“Could’ve ended up a lot different if I didn’t send that little friend of yours on his way” I say and she rolls her eyes. 

“God” I sigh and shake my head slightly. “I can’t wait to make up for all the time we fucking wasted pretending to hate each other” I say and she smiles. 

“Oh. I definitely wasn’t pretending sometimes” she says and I laugh. 

“You drove me crazy and annoyed the shit out of me” she says and I laugh and slip a hand up her back 

“And now?” I ask. 

“Same. But I also think about you naked a lot more” she says and I smile and dip my head down to hers. 

“Pervert” I tease her and she giggles softly and then lifts her chin and presses her soft mouth to mine. 

Our tongues get restless and end up slipping out and over each other’s lips and tongues and I grab her pulling her tighter to me. Groaning as she lets out her own little moan. Her arms slipped up and wrapped around my neck. 

“Fuck, I could kiss you forever Loxley” I groan as we take a brief breath, each of us panting desperately and she nods. 

“Permission granted” she exhales and I laugh slightly and kiss her again. Harder , more passionately and pulling her frame against me. Making sure she feels how hard I am again for her. 

I sit with her on my lap. Her dress hitched up as she straddles me. My hands grabbing at the smooth fabric as she grinds on my dick through my pants as we make out like nobody is fucking around. 

I let my hands slip up her back. Needing to touch her bare skin and she moans into my mouth as our kiss becomes more intense by the second. Our need for each other unfuckingbearable. 

“Take me back to the hotel” she pants against my mouth. 

“And you better have condoms” she warns and I grin. 

“I’ve got some” I tell her and she moans again. 

“Then let’s go use them” she says. “All of them” 

I groan and grab her ass and pull her hard against my lap. 

“It’s a box of twelve” I tell her. 

“That’s it?” She asks and I laugh and she does too and kisses me again. 

“If we run out, I’ll just fuck you with my mouth” she whispers. 

Fuck. I groan and kiss her harder and let my tongue respond to that by kissing her deeper and she moans into my mouth as we breathe hard and desperately. 

“Bryce, let’s go” she whimpers. 

“I can’t stop kissing you” I groan. 

“Well stop” she says as she keeps kissing me and I laugh into her kiss. 

“You first little loxley”