The Pretty Boy Series // Noah Gragson

✧･ﾟ: * Chapter Four *:･ﾟ✧

Content Warning:

[Detailed] sexual relations between two consenting adults.

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"Fuck, Jeni, you feel so good." That sweet Georgian accent that I loved filled my ear as I straddled his hips, riding him slowly. Calloused hands ran up and down my back, as lips pressed open-mouth kisses to my chest.

As amazing as I felt right now, this also felt so wrong.

The hands touching every inch of my bare skin didn't belong to the man that I craved. The swollen dick that I was riding didn't belong to the man that I was yearning for. The brown eyes looking into mine were not the blue ones that I dream about.

The man moaning my name in immense pleasure was not the man I wanted to be with right now and I regret answering my phone when he called and saying yes when he asked to come over. I should have known that my mind would be on someone else while my body betrayed me and fell into bed with this man.

"Cum with me, Jeni." I rode this gorgeous creature until he came with my name on his lips, my own orgasm lost in the wind as my mind went to the man that I should be with right now.

My heart ached at this moment; I should be tangled up in my sheets, losing myself to Noah but instead, I was fucking NASCAR's most popular driver while he used me to get over his ex. Before today, being used didn't bother me, we both took what we needed.

Just, I needed Noah.

"Jeni," soft lips landed on my neck, breaking me out of my trance, "are you okay? You're really quiet. Did I do something wrong? Shit, you didn't?" He pointed to where we were still connected, realizing I didn't have an orgasm.

"Chase, it's okay, I just have a lot on my mind." I climbed off of him, intending to clean up but he rolled us over so he hovered over me.

"Let me make you feel good?" His head dipped down, placing open mouth kisses on my breast before moving south.

"Chase," I reached for him, pulling him back up so he would stop, "I'm okay, I promise." I kissed him briefly and when I pulled back, he was just staring at me.

"Your mind is elsewhere tonight, talk to me."

"Now who do you sound like?" Chase smiled at me when I called him out for quoting a line that I say all the time.

"Usually we get lost in each other whenever I come over, but I can tell you're not yourself."

"I haven't been myself in a while, Chase." I sighed, climbed out of bed, and grabbed my robe.

"What changed?"

Noah...

I wanted to tell Chase, but saying it out loud meant it was real. I wasn't ready to admit to myself that I fell for Noah, even though it was the truth.

"You met someone." It was a sad whisper and it made me wonder where Chase's mind was for him to be sad. "Do I know him?"

"Are you upset that it's not you?" I finally looked at him and I was relieved to see him smile.

"So there is someone."

I watched as Chase climbed out of bed, throwing his boxers back on and coming over to where I was standing and pulled me down so I could sit next to him on the edge of my bed.

"And no, I'm not upset. I'm going to miss this between us though, and know, if things don't work out, you can always call me up." He bumped my shoulder and I relaxed a tiny bit. I would feel awful if he caught feelings and I had to let him down.