Yes Please || c.g. {complete}

Baby Talk

55

.Carl.

Shit, where was my phone? Seeing as I was completely naked, it was definitely not on my person. Layla and I began to frantically search under clothes, and finally found it in time to answer it. I didn't recognize the number.

"Hello?" I answered, slightly out of breath.

"Hello," came a deep voice. "May I speak with Carl Gallagher?"

I looked at Layla, who was watching me intently. "This is Carl."

Layla smiled and leaned her head in next to the phone as I rolled my eyes at her.

"Carl, this is Detective Johnson with the Chicago Police Academy," he said.

Layla's eyes widened.

I straightened up and wished I had just one fucking article of clothing on, as if this guy could see me. "Yes, sir, thank you for calling."

"Carl, I wanted to call and let you know that your physical checked out; your drug screen was fine."

I had to contain my excitement. Layla was trying and failing as she hopped up and down. "That's good to hear," I said as calmly as I could.

"So, it is my pleasure to welcome you to the Chicago Police Academy!"

Layla bounced around and quickly doubled over to clutch at her leg. Her smile could not have been bigger.

"Thank you, sir, I am honored!" I grinned, my eyes wide as I ran my hand through my hair.

"We'd like to see you here Monday morning," he told me.

I nodded, to no one in particular. "Yes, sir. Thank you very much!"

Layla hardly waited for me to hang up before she was shrieking and jumping on me.

I grinned and held her to me. I was one (big) step closer to becoming a cop!

"Baby I knew it!" she squealed, kissing me all over my face and neck. "I am so fucking proud of you!"

I didn't know what to say. I had a giant grin plastered on my face.

Layla leaned her head back so we were looking at each other. Her eyes were wide. "We need to go out and celebrate! We need to call people!"

I laughed. "Okay, sure. That sounds fun."

She glanced down between us and then back up at my face. Her expression had turned mischievous. "Is it bad that I really want to give you a celebratory blowjob?"

My grin got impossibly bigger. "On what planet would that be a bad thing?" I lifted her so that she could wrap her legs around my waist. I carried her into the bedroom so she could properly congratulate me.

.....

.Layla.

Carl had me so happy and proud and fucking turned on. He laid me on the bed so that we could get into our busted-leg-BJ position. It was slightly less sexy than if I'd just been able to fall to my knees and take him that way, but he didn't seem to care.

I took him in my mouth and my hand worked what I couldn't fit. He moaned appreciatively, his hands weaving into my hair. I tried to convey just I how proud I was through the licking and sucking I was doing. Judging by the sounds he made, it was going over well. He started gasping in quick succession, and I knew his release was coming. I quickened and intensified my movements and had him coming undone in no time.

When I slid back up, he was grinning and still panting. "Thank you," he breathed.

I winked. "My pleasure."