Yes Please || c.g. {complete}

Badass

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.Layla.

I woke up in my bed the next morning, and Carl was asleep next to me. That's weird...weren't we on the couch?

I rolled over and put my arm over him and nuzzled my head into his shoulder, rousing him.

"Hey," he said sleepily, his eyes struggling to adjust to the bright room.

"How did we get in here?" I asked.

He yawned. "I woke up at some point and carried you in here. It's comfier."

I grinned. "Happy birthday!" I squealed, jumping up to straddle him.

He laughed. "Thank you."

"I can't wait to give you your present," I gushed.

He rubbed my thigh and smiled up at me. "You are my present."

I rolled my eyes. "Well that's true and it's not," I realized with a shrug. "Because part of your gift is now, and it involves my mouth."

His smile got huge as I slid down his body and got to work.

Fuck the bitch who didn't appreciate every glorious inch of him.

.....

.Carl.

If I got nothing else for my birthday aside from this awesome fucking blowjob, I would be a happy dude. Her mouth most certainly was a gift.

As I felt my release coming, I instinctively wove my hand into her hair for leverage. She knew at that point to (somehow) intensify all the amazing shit she was doing with her tongue and her lips and her hand, and before I knew it, I was seeing stars as I convulsed beneath her.

She swallowed and slowly let me go, then looked up at me with a sly grin as she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.

I wanted to thank her and tell her how awesome and fucking hot she was, but all I could do was smile like an idiot as I tried to catch my breath.

"Time to get up!" she announced, hopping off the bed to go jump in the shower.

I waved limply at her retreating form, my body still recovering from being under her influence.

.....

.Layla.

I was so excited to take Carl out today. I dressed extra sporty and cute in a white crop top, high-waisted black shorts, a flannel shirt tied around my waist, and high-top Converse sneakers. I told him to dress casually, and before long he emerged from the bathroom in a thin black hoodie, khaki shorts, and Vans.

"Lookin' good, Gallagher," I grinned.

He looked me over as he bit his lip. "You look ridiculously hot right now."

I blushed. "I was going for sporty, but I'll settle for hot."

"Let's go before I bend your sporty ass over the counter," he grinned as he walked over to the front door.

I giggled at him, because in all honesty that didn't sound too bad...

"Wait!" I said, stopping him from leaving.

He turned around with an eyebrow raised. "You want to stay here and fuck, don't you?"

I rolled my eyes. "You got me." I actually kinda did, with him talking like that. "You need your skateboard!"

He chuckled at me as he reached down to grab it from its spot next to the door. "Are you even ready to see my skateboarding skills?" he asked as we walked out the door.