Yes Please || c.g. {complete}

She's Gonna Get It

14

.Carl.

Jesus fucking Christ. I told her how much self-control it took me to leave the privacy of her apartment to bring her here. She knew how easy it would be to fuck with me. While still facing the wall, I shifted a little, trying to hide the boner she'd given me. I grabbed the closest pool cue and took a deep breath before I turned around.

"Do you mind if I break?" she asked innocently.

"Go for it," I replied, nodding toward the table.

Layla walked back around the table toward me so that she could line up her shot. She positioned the cue in her hands and leaned slowly over the table, and I watched as she arched her back downward, making her ass pop up a little more. This was a view I'd yet to have of her- her big, beautiful ass bent over a table and her legs spread slightly apart. My jaw dropped as I raked my eyes over her. She wiggled her ass back and forth as if she was trying to find just the right angle for her shot. I was breathing heavily, clenching my fists around both my beer glass and my pool cue. Did she have any idea how easy it would be for me to rip her little shorts off and take her right here?

"Oh my god, Layla, just break already," I said through gritted teeth, the impulse to fuck her in public becoming harder and harder to suppress.

"Sorry," she giggled, wiggling her ass once more for good measure before she finally took her shot. Fucker.

.....

.Layla.

Messing with Carl was so easy, it wasn't even fair. My body was buzzing with the alcohol and the feelings I got from his intense, pained gazes on my body. Sober Layla might have dialed it back, but Tipsy Layla had come out to play.

"Your turn," I breathed, stepping aside and taking a drink.

Carl looked at me furiously and I tried unsuccessfully to stifle a giggle. He stepped up to the table and lined up his shot. It was established when I broke that I was stripes, and he would be solids. He sunk the solid purple ball before moving around to aim at another, which he also sunk.

"You're good at this," I gushed flirtatiously, stepping over next to him to lean on the table. "Maybe you can teach me?"

He glared up at me while still bent over to take his next shot. He missed, swearing at me under his breath.

"Aww," I said innocently. "My turn!" I walked over to the other side of the table and glanced over at him. "Come help me."

Carl rolled his eyes before finishing his beer. He walked over and stood behind me.

I bent over, acting like I was unsure how to line the shot up.

I heard Carl groan before he leaned in behind me, placing his hands on mine and helping me to get into position.

"Thanks," I breathed into his ear, giving him a wink.

Carl's breath caught in his throat and he quickly walked away from me to get another drink.

I giggled as I sank the ball he'd lined me up for.

Carl returned with another glass of beer in his hand. He glared at me over the rim as he drank.

I blew him a little kiss. "Your turn, baby." I stepped back to grab my beer.

He sank one ball and then another.

I took a big gulp of beer, purposely spilling some down my chest. "Oh no!" I whined, pawing at my wet shirt before stealing a glance at him.

He was staring at me, his jaw clenched and his knuckles white around his glass.