Yes Please || c.g. {complete}

Swallow First, Then Talk

8

.Carl.

Layla, Sunny, and I walked into her apartment, greeted by an extra curious Lenny. Layla unhooked my pup's leash and the two dogs romped around the apartment. I was relieved that Layla was alright with me staying with her, because I couldn't stand the thought of her being alone right now.

"Are you hungry?" she asked as she opened the fridge.

"Starving," I laughed. "What do you have? I promise I'll run out later for groceries. I will not be freeloading off of you."

"Carl?" Layla cooed, coming up to me and playing with the buttons on my shirt.

"Yeah?" I replied with a grin.

"As far as I'm concerned, it's me that's the needy one, and you are the generous one who has changed his normal routine to be there for me."

I half laughed, because she apparently didn't see where this arrangement may make me happy too.

"So don't worry about 'groceries,' or 'freeloading,'" she continued. "Because the way I see it, I owe you."

I tilted her head up and kissed her gently. "You owe me nothing," I said softly. "Except maybe a sandwich?" I laughed as she rolled her eyes and spun away from me.

A few minutes later, I was seated on the futon in her living room area when Layla brought out some lunch for us.

"Ah yes, thank you," I grinned, reaching for the plate in her outstretched hand.

She sat down next to me with the same sandwich she'd made for me. We both took a bite.

"Damn," I mumbled, still chewing on my first bite.

"What?" she asked, wiping a napkin on the corner of her mouth. "You don't like it?"

I had hardly finished chewing the first bite before I took a second. "This is fucking great," I told her, my words muffled by a mouthful of food.

She laughed at me. "Didn't they teach you not to talk with food in your mouth at your finishing school?"

I shook my head. "Nah, I must've been absent that day," I winked at her. "Seriously though, this isn't your basic turkey sandwich. What's on here?"

She swallowed before she answered me. "Turkey, pepper jack, lettuce, tomato, and this chipotle ranch avocado spread I like to make."

I turned to look at her with a smirk, my hands frozen as they were halfway to my mouth.

"What?" she asked me worriedly.

"That is the most boujee, North Side shit I've ever heard," I laughed as I took another bite.

She tossed her head back in a fit of giggles.

"Don't even tell me this bread is artisanal or some shit," I chided, nudging her with my elbow.

"Oh my god, knock it off!" she laughed. "I'm sorry, I'll try harder to get on your level of basic."

"Baby, you can make me all the fancy, North Side, hipster food you want," I grinned at her. "I haven't tasted anything of yours I don't like yet."

Layla's face turned a delicious shade of red, and I saw her squirm a little in her seat.

.....

.Layla.

Only Carl could get me hot and bothered in the midst of eating a fucking sandwich. I could see his smug face out of the corner of my eye. Fucker.

"Lucky for me, you're such a good eater," I cooed seductively, stroking one of his cheeks with the back of my hand.

He choked on the bite that was in his mouth, and had to do a little shifting of his own.

I continued to eat with a satisfied grin.

After we ate, we took the dogs for a short walk around the block before returning to my apartment. It was way too hot to hang out outside, so we opted to watch some tv instead.

"What do you like to watch?" I asked, standing in front of the window unit so the cool air would blow through my hair. I closed my eyes and exhaled slowly, wiping the sheen of sweat off of my neck and forehead.

When Carl didn't answer me, I opened my eyes to look for him. He was standing near the couch, watching me with an amused look on his face.

"I'm sorry," I stammered, his gaze making me self-conscious. "I'm hogging the AC. Here, your turn." I stepped aside and motioned for him to take my place.

He walked over toward me, bypassing the AC unit altogether. He backed me against the wall and placed a palm on the wall above my head. The look in his eyes was so intense, I shifted as I felt my pulse quicken.

"Would you mind if we did something besides watch tv?" he asked in a husky voice.

I threw my arms around his neck as our mouths collided. The kissing was animalistic, both of our tongues fighting for dominance. He moved one hand to the side of my neck and the other to the small of my back as he pinned me to the wall with his hips. I moaned into his mouth at the contact.

He broke away from our kiss to hurriedly pull his shirt over his head before reaching to yank mine off. I could see his body much easier in the daylight, and his toned chest and abs glistened with a thin layer of sweat.

I couldn't stop the approving expletive that fell from my lips as I took in the sight before me. I didn't have much time to ogle before he dove back at me, kissing all over my neck and chest and causing my eyes to roll back as I tilted my head against the wall. I felt his hand dip below the waistband of my cotton shorts and I cried out as he began going to town on me with his hand.

"Fuck, Carl," I breathed, grabbing a fistful of his hair as I struggled to stand as my knees threatening to buckle on me.

"I love it when you say my name," he mumbled into my ear before continuing to kiss along my neck and jawline.

"Ah!" I gasped, shaking as I came undone in his hand. Fuck, he was good.

After he pulled his hand out of my shorts, he slowly brought it up to his mouth, and I almost passed out as he stared into my eyes and slowly licked me off of his fingers.

I dropped to my knees and flipped us so that he was the one against the wall. I yanked his basketball shorts and boxers down, and I heard him groan in relief as I freed his erection.

"Fuck!" he breathed as I took him into my mouth.

.Carl.

Holy shit. The hottest girl I'd ever seen was blowing me right now. No hesitation, no beating around the bush; this girl was a fucking minx. I had to get my head in the game and try not to blow my load after thirty seconds, because she was way too fucking good at this.

I wove my hand into her hair and held the back of her head as it moved back and forth. Her tongue moved in ways I had never felt, and I could not fucking help how soon I was going to bust.

I tried to nudge her to warn her it was coming so she could switch to her hand, but she looked up at me, and with a wiggle of her eyebrows, she proceeded to go harder and faster until I was shaking and cussing and empty.

She stood up and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. "Some of us swallow before we start talking," she purred at me before walking toward the fridge.

Fuck. Me.

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