The Pretty Boy Series // Noah Gragson

✧･ﾟ: * Chapter Three *:･ﾟ✧

Content Warning:

[Detailed] sexual relations between two consenting adults.

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I crumbled up the paper sitting on my desk with a list of things that Noah has been doing on and off the track and stormed out of my office.

It was Tuesday morning and I knew exactly where he was at and I didn't fucking care that he was surrounded by his crew guys when I opened the door to the shop and let the door slam loudly behind me.

My heels announced my arrival, fast and loud as I rounded a car Noah was currently sitting in.

"What the fuck is this nonsense?" I held up the paper like he knew what was on it and expected a response from him.

"What are you on about?" I clenched my jaw and placed my hand on my hips.

"You were called into the NASCAR hauler this past weekend. Why are you still acting like a twelve year old who cries when he doesn't get his way?" I heard a few of the crew members react to my bluntness to Noah, but he needed to hear how ridiculous this all is.

"Fuck you. I don't need to hear this shit from you, too." Noah continued to play around with whatever he was doing inside of his Xfinity car and it just pissed me off even more.

"Actually, you do, because clearly you didn't get the memo." I shoved the crumpled up piece of paper into Noah's face so he could see the nonsense I walked into this morning. "Junior cleared both of our schedules so I can clean up your act and the fucking mess you made."

Noah did nothing but make a show of ripping up the paper and throwing it out the window where it landed around my feet.

"Joke's on you, pretty boy. If you don't show up for counseling, you're not racing this weekend." I gave him a big smile, turned on my heels and walked away. I could feel his eyes on me and I made a show of swaying my hips, taunting him enough to know he'll be in my office in no time.

When the door slammed shut behind me as I exited the shop, I heard him yell and all of the shop guys giving him shit. So when he came into my office a few minutes later with his head down and tail between his legs, I kind of felt sorry for him.

"You're a bitch, you know that, right?"

Never mind then. 

 Any feelings I had for this kid just went out the window.

"Maybe if you would stop acting like the world owned you one, then maybe I wouldn't have embarrassed you in front of your friends." I sat at the edge of my desk, crossing my legs and my arms as I glared down at him. Noah gave me no look, he just kept looking at the floor like the design in the carpet was more interesting. "Want to talk about it?"

"Fuck no," he laughed, "I'm not into that sit and talk shit."

"A lesson then?" Noah's head snapped up at this and I knew I got his attention.

"Lesson?"

"Yes, if you show respect, you'll get respect." Noah laughed at this and shook his head no. 

I held his eyes as I uncrossed my legs, spreading them wide enough for him to see I wasn't wearing anything under my skirt again. When his eyes narrowed in on that, I crossed my legs again.

"I'm listening."

I hopped off my desk, walked over to Noah and got down on my knees in between his legs.

"When you humble yourself, Noah," I reached for his waist, pushing up his shirt so I could undo his jeans. "People are more willing to do things for you. If you give, you can take." I unzipped him, freeing his hardening cock and took him in my hands. "So if you can be a good, pretty boy for me, I'll give you what you want." I looked up at him, leaning in so my lips were so close to his tip. "Understand?" I darted my tongue out to lick him and when Noah hissed, I couldn't help but grin up at him.