Yes Please || c.g. {complete}

A Little Game

11

.Layla.

"How about we play a little game?" Carl grinned. Both his hands were resting on my knees as he stood in front of me. His flirty tone made me gulp.

"Okay," I replied.

"Because I really want to get to know you better," he kissed the spot under my ear, sending shivers through my body, "but I also really want to fuck," he breathed into my ear.

Oh my god. My stomach did a flipflop as I struggled to form a coherent thought.

He smiled against my cheek before leaning back to see the effect he'd had on me. "You're so cute when you're flustered," he smirked.

I cleared my throat. "Uh, what is the game you want to play?" If he didn't knock it off, we were going to bypass any more getting to know each other and go straight to the fucking.

"You tell me something about yourself, and I take something off," Carl said seductively. "I tell you something about myself, you take something off."

Oh shit. I liked this game already. That is, if my brain would start functioning enough to play along. "Well how do we decide who goes first?" I asked, stalling for a minute to collect myself.

He dug into his front pockets and pulled out a quarter. "Heads or tails?" he smirked.

"Mmmm, I like head...s," I winked.

He chuckled and flipped the coin. He looked at me before he placed the coin on the back of his hand. It was tails, and he flashed me a big smile as I rolled my eyes.

"Well what do you want to know?" I whined, wishing like hell he could've been the one to start.

"Uh uh," he laughed. "It's your turn, sweetheart. Just tell me something. Music, movies, school, sports, family stuff, I don't know."

I thought of something interesting to say. I hated how these situations always seemed to make me forget everything about myself. "Um, I won a contest on KIIS FM a couple years ago. I had to send my picture in, and they put me in a fashion show. It was judged on audience applause, and I ended up winning," I told him.

"No shit!" he replied excitedly. "Well shit, of course you won. The other girls didn't stand a chance. That's not even fair," he grinned.

I rolled my eyes. "Hey, take something off!" I exclaimed.

"Whoa! Easy, you horndog," he teased. "I know I'm tough to resist and all..."

"They're your rules, dork!" I laughed. "Go on, strip."

Carl raised an eyebrow as he reached for the hem of his t-shirt. He pulled it up over his head, leaving only a wife beater on top.

My eyes lingered on his chest beneath the tank top, toned and tan.

"Ahem," he interrupted my ogling. "So, something about me."

"...right..." I muttered.

"Jesus, Layla," he laughed. "What, are you trying to tell me you only want me for my body?" He feigned hurt.

"Okay, okay," I replied. "I'm sorry. Tell me something."

.Carl.

Don't get me wrong; the way she stared at me like I was nothing but a piece of meat was super arousing. But if I didn't tell her something, I wouldn't get to do the same to her when she started to strip.

"I spent a year in juvie," I told her, which seemed to snap her out of it.

"Really?" she gasped. "For what?"