Yes Please || c.g. {complete}

Uncontrollable

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.Layla.

The back door slammed behind us as we found ourselves in a dark alley. Carl spun me and pinned me against the brick wall. He kissed me roughly as I heard him unbuckle his belt and unzip his pants. He pulled my skirt up and thrust up into me, making me cry out. Carl quickly moved a hand up over my mouth to stifle my moaning. He kissed and sucked on my neck as he pounded into me. The rush of giving him a lap dance and then the desperate fucking in public where someone might catch us was incredible.

It didn't take him long to finish, as he was pretty damn ready when he dragged me out here. He slowly lowered his hand from my mouth as he slid out of me.

Still breathing heavily, I pushed my skirt back down and attempted to straighten up my hair.

As Carl buckled his belt, he leaned in and kissed me, smiling against my lips afterward. "Holy shit," he breathed.

"Yeah," I grinned, still struggling to catch my breath.

"Hey, is someone back here?" we heard a loud, deep voice boom.

We looked at each other with wide eyes. "Shit!" we whispered in unison, laughing as we took off down the alley, hand-in-hand.

Once we rounded the corner, I begged Carl to stop for a second so I could take off my heels. I slipped them off and then shrieked as he lifted me up and tossed me over his shoulder to continue running another couple blocks. When we were far enough away from the alley to arouse any suspicion, he smacked my butt and set me back down.

We looked at each other again and collapsed against the wall in a fit of uncontrollable laughter.

"You should have seen your face!" he practically choked out.

My mouth dropped open as I feigned offense. "Mine? What about yours?" I swatted at him. "You barely had your pants zipped back up!"

Our laughter gradually settled down as the looks we were giving each other turned into that of pure lust.

We dove at each other again, crashing our mouths together. I wrapped my arms around Carl's neck as he moved one hand down to squeeze my butt, and the other to paw at my breast.

I moaned into his mouth as he groped me. He grinned before moving his mouth down to my chin and up my jawline to my ear.

"I love you," he whispered.

.....

.Carl.

Oh my God. I got so carried away that I couldn't control my goddamn mouth. I can't believe I just fucking said that. I froze, and I felt her breath catch. The silence was agonizing; it was probably seconds, but they felt like years as I waited for her to respond to my irreversible slip.

Layla leaned back a little so that she was looking at my face. Her eyes were wide. I was like a scared little boy meeting her gaze, mortified of what she must think.

I had to say something. Something that would ease the tension and make her less uncomfortable. "You don't have to-"

"Shh," she said, smiling a little as she put her index finger over my lips. "Do you mean it?" she asked in a voice barely above a whisper.

To be honest, I hadn't even tried those words on for size in my head before blurting them out, but of course I did. She was unlike anyone I'd ever met, and she made me so fucking happy. "Yes," I replied with a blush.

I tried to read the expression on her face.

"Listen," I began awkwardly. "I know it's fast. I know it's crazy. I don't blame you for being freaked out right now. You don't have to say any-"

"I love you too," she cut in suddenly.

"I- what?" I asked, unsure I'd heard her correctly.

"Of course I love you, Carl," she smiled shyly, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

I leaned in and she mirrored my movements, our faces ever so slowly getting closer before we exchanged a far softer, gentler kiss than before.

.....

.Layla.

I couldn't believe Carl blurted that out. It was so unexpected and honest and raw. I couldn't form a coherent response for what felt like ages. My mind was swimming with thoughts of him and of us. I hadn't said those words to myself, but it was so obvious to me how I felt about him. I realized I had been terrified of how strongly I felt, having only known him a short time.

He stumbled over his words, and I could tell he was embarrassed. He didn't have any reason to be, because I did love him. I loved him for how happy he made me. I loved him for saving me from that monster, and for staying with me until I felt safe again. I loved him for the complete and total sexual satisfaction he gave me. I loved him for the flirty, witty banter we had. Most of all, I loved him for what a genuinely good person he was.

As we rode home in the back of an Uber that night, neither of us spoke. He held my hand, and I rested my head on his shoulder. I felt happy and content and safe. I couldn't have been more thankful for the words he had failed to control.

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