The Pretty Boy Series // Noah Gragson

✧･ﾟ: * Chapter Two *:･ﾟ✧

Content Warning: 
[Detailed] sexual relations between two consenting adults.

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My mind drifted off as I listened to one of the crew members for a Cup team go on and on about how he doesn't fit in with the group and how he wished he never jumped up to the top level. This was the same ole story with this guy and after 5 therapy sessions with him, I was beginning to lose hope.

I took pride in my work, but sometimes if the client doesn't take action themselves, there's nothing I can do. I can't always hold their hand.

Hand...

My mind went back to Noah and I had to bite my lower lip from moaning. It's been a few days but I still felt his fingers inside of me. It wasn't enough. I know I was harping on him for not being a man, but he knew what he was doing. He knew how to curl his fingers just right to hit my g-spot and shy away from it like the tease he was.

He knew how to rub my clit to coax out my orgasm in such a way that left me wanting more and not giving me that satisfaction that I needed. That pretty boy act he had going on was a façade for the bad boy underneath who wanted me just as bad as I wanted him.

I glanced at the clock and groaned, I wouldn't be seeing Noah for a few more hours and I was already wet at the thought of having his tongue between my legs.

A knock at the door brought me out of my lustful daydream. "Please excuse me." I got up and opened my door a crack and came face to face with the one person I couldn't wait to see today. "You're session isn't for a few more hours." Blue eyes raked over my body and drank me in like he's been dying of thirst and desperately needed a drink.

I hope he didn't see the same look on my face.

"Yeah, change of plans. I need to move it sooner."

"I can't, I have a client," he shook his head, licking his lips.

"I need to see you." I heard the desperation in his voice and it went straight to my core. It shouldn't, but it did. "Jeni..."

"Fifteen minutes and then I can only squeeze you in for a minute before my next client."

"That's all I ask." Noah walked away at that and it left me confused.

"Sorry about that." I apologized to my client and resumed my position on the chair as he continued his talking.

Those fifteen minutes dragged on. I purposely wrote down as many notes as I could, trying to analyze this man's story but I couldn't. What did Noah want? Why was he so desperate to see me? Shouldn't I be the only one who was desperate? I mean, I'm getting the better bargain of this deal, so why does he need to see me before his appointment?

Did he want to stop this?

No, he said he needed to see me, so what was it?

I was so worked up that when I answered the door after my client left, I barely registered Noah's lips crashing to mine. I was so shocked that I stood still and then I melted when his hand went to my lower back, pulling me closer as his other hand titled my head up so he could deepen the kiss.

I grabbed a hold of Noah's shirt as his tongue demanded entrance into my mouth and I easily caved when I tasted the sweetness of his taste. I was already a sucker for coffee but tasting it on his tongue had me pulling him closer, biting and licking my way into his mouth, taking full charge.

All too soon, Noah broke the kiss, his hot breath on my lips as he playfully played with the buttons on my blouse. "Just a taste for what's to come later." He winked at me, backing out of my office and shut the door like nothing just happened.