Noelle's Rock: A BWWM Holiday Romance

by Theresa Hodge

  “I guess you are right,” I give the friendly doctor a bright smile.

  “Don’t forget to see your primary doctor at your earliest convenience to alert him or her of your fainting spell,” he cautions. “And remember to eat right as well as get plenty of rest. Drink plenty of fluids as well. You not only have yourself to think of now, young lady.”

  “Thank you doctor, and I will take your advice to heart.”

  “Goodbye,” he says before he walks through the bedroom door and closes it behind him.

  “Hey, sweetheart,” Beau says, entering the bedroom a few minutes later. “The doctor tells me that your vitals are good.”

  “Yeah, they are,” I reply, noting the look of relief that spreads across Beau’s handsome face.

  The hotel sent up the soup and sandwiches while the doctor was checking you out. I thought we could eat in here so you could be comfortable on the bed.”

  “That’s fine,” I say, kicking off my boot heels and sliding back onto the big, comfortable king-sized bed.

  Beau’s eyes spark flames as he looks as at me on the bed. He starts to speak but stops as he turns abruptly on his heels and walks out of the room, only to return seconds later with a trolley.

  He rolls it beside the bed before removing the silver cover over the tray. My nose inhales the delicious aroma of the tomato soup and the cheesy, grilled cheese sandwiches. My belly chooses that moment to sound off an angry grumble once again.

  “Dig in, Noelle” he says as he kicks off his bad ass, harness-style boots. “Wait,” he says before enclosing my hands in his as he bows his head to say a quick blessing over our food.

  The more I am with this man, the more my heart endears itself to him. I take my first bite of the warm, grilled cheese sandwich. The cheese leaks out onto my chin, and I begin to laugh. I take a napkin from the trolley to wipe my chin, but Beau instantly stills my hand.

  He leans over and swipes his hot tongue against my chin to remove the bit of cheese. I know my brown eyes darken even more as I start to tremble, not from being cold but from the instant heat that pools like molten lava between my thighs.

  Beau picks up a spoon and dips it into the bowl of tomato soup to feed me. He stares into my eyes as I take my first taste of tomato soup that is flavored with fresh basil. I close my eyes at the delicious taste of the soup and the desire that spreads through me as Beau continues to feed me.

  “Mmm, this soup is so delicious,” I say by the time he feeds me the last spoonful. “You should have eaten some instead of letting me eat it all.” I’m feeling slightly guilty but full nonetheless.

  “I have a taste for something sweet,” he says as his nostrils flare open with desire. “All I have been able to think about is the smell of you and the taste of your sweet stickiness on my lips,” he says, standing to push the tray away before coming back to the bed.

  I can only stare into his smoky, heated gaze as he has me entranced in a passion-filled haze.

  “Feel what you do to me, Noelle,” he says, taking my hand to place over the crotch of his black jeans.

  I can feel his hardened length pressed against his zippered jeans, begging to be set free. I need to feel the length and girth of his hot steel in my hands once again. I gaze into his eyes as I unbuckle his belt engraved with a big letter B on the buckle.

  I trace the letter slowly with my fingers first before sliding the zipper down.

  “Wait, Noelle,” Beau growls out as if he is being tortured. “I want to see you undress first.”

  “I have an idea. We can undress each other,” I suggest in a soft voice.

  Beau removes all of my clothes, except for my pair of barely there, nude panties. He takes one finger to hook beneath the waistband of my panties and finally slides them extra slowly down my legs. The heat in his gaze is burning me inside and causes me to become extra slick between my pussy lips.

  Once my panties drop to the floor, Beau assists me with stepping out of them before he bends to scoop them up into his hand. He instantly brings my panties to his nose to inhale my scent. I watch him as he closes his blue-gray eyes and luxuriates in my feminine scent.

  He lets out a deep and guttural groan before opening his eyes once again. Beau’s eyes glaze over with fiery desire. It is the same desire that reflects in my own brown eyes.

  “Get on the bed and spread ‘em,” he orders in a half growl.

  My body shudders from his demanding tone of voice. My breasts are feeling heavier as my nipples strain to be touched and manipulated. I have no desire to disobey Beau’s demand, for I know his demands will give me the ultimate pleasure that my body has been missing.

  My eyelids grow heavy from my desire for Beau. I await Beau’s kisses and touches as we take in the subtle differences between each other’s bodies. He follows me to the bed at last, and sensuous sighs escape my lips repeatedly. Beau’s hand splays across my stomach before he bends his head to place a kiss on my slightly, pudgy belly. His tongue dips into my navel and swirls around.

  My hands entangle themselves in his black hair. A moan escapes from between my lips as he pushes me gently into a lying position on the bed. His lips travel further south, as he places a warm thorough kiss on my mound.

  “I missed the taste of your delicious flavor on my lips,” he mummers against the intimacy of my mound.

  Beau nudges my thighs further apart and drapes my legs over the wide expanse of his strong shoulders before he sets out to prove just how much he missed my sweet heat. He takes a swipe with his rough, wet, hot tongue to get his first taste of the night.

  “Mmm, your pussy tastes better than I remembered.” His voice causes shock waves to vibrate directly to my core.

  I am so ready for Beau to partake of what I offer. I can feel my liquid desire leak from my core as it leaves a slick trail down the split of my ass cheeks. Beau wastes no time following the sweet nectar’s trail as he scoops up every drop with his long and talented tongue.

  He plays my clit just as well as he played his electric guitar tonight, if not better. Beau’s tongue continues to delve into the slick folds of my wet lips. I look down between my plump thighs and commit the beauty of his head between my thighs to memory.

  The beauty of it all sends me over the edge to a glorious orgasm, as Beau makes delicious love to my heated center with his lips and mouth.

  “Damn it, Noelle,” Beau growls, looking at me between my golden thighs. “Baby, this pussy is like an aphrodisiac. I will never get enough of tasting you. I want all of you to belong to me from now on.”

  “I want the same thing, Beau,” I moan aloud.

  I don’t know if it is the passion which makes me speak this way or if it’s the love that I feel entering my heart for Beau. If it’s love, how can I fall out of love with Victor this quickly and fall in love with Beau? I silently question myself, even through the tortuous pleasure that Beau is giving me.

  Beau slides up my body but bears most of his weight on his upper arms. His lips are slick from my juices as his lips settle onto my own. I allow myself to taste my own juices as his tongue enters my mouth, and we once again exchange each other’s DNA.

  Beau’s lips are pliable and heated against my own. His kisses become more demanding as his cock lies stiffly against my upper thigh. My hand travels down his leg to enclose his length in my hand. He is so big and throbbing that my hand can’t enclose all of him.

  My fingers trail down to the head of his penis. I can feel pre-cum escape onto my fingers. My mouth waters as I imagine the taste of him. I tear my mouth away from Beau’s delicious kiss to push against his shoulders.

  “Lie on your back,” I say, wanting to take charge of the situation for a while.

  Beau’s heated gaze looks down upon me, as if he doesn’t want to stop kissing me. I lick my lips, and he quickly catches my tongue to tug it into the warm crevices of his mouth. We begin kissing again with abandon before Beau rolls with me in his arms to land on his back, but I am on top this time.

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sp; I once again tear my mouth from his lips and slide down his body until my face is directly in front of what my mouth desires.

  “No, Noelle,” Beau says quickly as he tries to sit up.

  I quickly take his hard steel into my hands and squeeze him intimately before massaging his length between my cupped hands.

  “My goodness,” he growls and falls weakly back onto the bed with a thud.

  “I want to taste you just as intimately as you tasted me,” I say in a sensuous voice, while allowing the heat from my breath to brush against his hard dick.

  My tongue slips from between my lips to encircle the head before licking the length of his lightly, tan-colored shaft. Beau’s moans become loud as I take most of the length of his erection into my mouth. Beau’s pre-cum is sweet and slightly salty as I allow it to slide down my throat.

  His hands attach themselves to my head to entangle themselves in my natural curls. My head begins to move up and down in a slow motion as my mouth sucks around his hot, hard length. His moans urge me to accommodate him further down my throat.

  I allow my throat to relax itself so I don’t gag. My other hand slides down under his sac to squeeze his pink balls gently in my warm hands. Beau’s hips jump off the bed as he gyrates beneath me. I can feel him swelling even larger in my wet mouth, as more of his pre-cum seeps onto my tongue.

  “Noelle, baby, please stop. I don’t want to cum this way. I need to feel your heat around me when I cum,” he pleads.

  I suck him into my mouth once again, and swipe the length of him for good measure, before I release his throbbing member from my grip. I crawl up Beau’s muscular, toned body to place a kiss on his lips.

  “What are you trying to do, kill me?” he grunts.

  “We don’t have a condom,” I sigh against his lips.

  “I have a clean bill of health,” he says, looking seriously into my eyes.

  “So do I,” I admit. I grow slicker between my legs as I feel his hardness at my moist center.

  All I need to do is lift my hips, and Beau’s hard length will be snug inside my walls. I can feel him throbbing beneath me. I moan and hump against his length.

  “Fuck!” he growls out before his big hands encircle my waist to lift my hips.

  My hand encloses around his hardness and directs him inside my hotness. I slide down his length little by little as I become accustomed to his size and length once again. I feel stretched beyond my capacity, but he feels so good inside of my moist heat.

  We both begin to move slowly in unison. My downward hip movement is met by his upward thrusts. I lean down to settle one heavy breast against his lips so he can take my pebbled, caramel drop into the warmth of his mouth.

  His rough tongue laves my nipple. The swipe of his tongue across my sensitive nipple sends delectable shock waves straight to my very core. I begin to gyrate faster, moving back and forth and swiveling my hips around and around like some kind of exotic dancer.

  “Fuck!” my rock star growls out as he thrusts into me faster and faster.

  A secret smile blooms on my lips, like this impending orgasm that is rising inside my core, like a large tidal wave crashing to the shore. Beau bites down on my nipple; the pleasure and pain sends me straight over the edge as my smile turns into a surprised gasp.

  My surprised gasp turns into a long, pleasurable cry as my eyes pop open to clash with Beau’s beautiful stare. We both catapult into a universe made just for us. Tears stream down my face as my body trembles with such great pleasure, unlike any I have known before.

  Beau shouts out my name as he throbs to gigantic proportions inside my walls before bursting inside of me and splashing the inside of my walls with his hot seed. My searing juices mix with his seed before I fall down exhausted onto his chest.

  Beau cradles me gently as he pulls a woven quilt on top of our bodies. He doesn’t move me from our joined position as I try to get my breathing under control. I can hear the rapid beating of his heartbeat against my ear. That same heartbeat tempts my eyelids to become even heavier as his hands rub tenderly against my back, lulling me into some much needed sleep.

  Deep in my subconscious, I can hear the low timbre of Beau’s voice. His deep, soulful sound penetrates my soul. “I love you, Noelle Winters. I will never let you go since I have found you again.”

  I fall deeper into a satisfied sleep as Beau continues to hold me in his arms. I draw comfort from his warm body against my own, even in sleep. I feel safe in the comfort of his embrace, a feeling I never felt in Victor’s arms.

  Beau’s scent even penetrates through my drug-like state of mind. Our heartbeats beat as one. My mind screams my love for him as I drift further into a pleasurable, sex-induced sleep. We are still connected as the two of us exist in a universe filled with the newness of our love for one another.

  Chapter 10

  Beau

  Happy Christmas (War is Over)

  I wake up with a smile on my face and the most beautiful woman in the world by my side. Noelle looks so beautiful with her lips slightly parted and little soft snores coming from her mouth. I can find delight in waking up to her every day.

  It doesn’t matter to me that this beautiful, sleeping woman is carrying another man’s child. Victor’s loss is definitely my gain, and any child of Noelle’s I will love as my own. I know I must take things slow with her if I don’t want to scare her away. But for the first time in my life, I am ready to settle down at the ripe age of thirty. I never thought it possible for me to have this feeling of wanting to settle down before I met Noelle. I have never trusted anyone else enough to want to build a relationship.

  I gently lift her arm to slide myself from beneath her. I know she needs her sleep, especially after the long night of love-making sessions that lasted until the early morning. I feel guilty for satisfying my lusty urges with her body over and over again. I just can’t seem to get enough of her.

  I can feel myself becoming aroused once again. I bite back an expletive as I turn on my heels to walk silently away into the penthouse’s large bathroom to take a shower, but first I take the time to brush my teeth and floss.

  I dress in old, comfortable jeans and a button-down shirt. I don’t have to meet up with the band until much later to squeeze in a session at the studio before our flight leaves tomorrow night. I walk over to my old, leather, beat-up guitar case that I take on the road with me wherever I go.

  This old guitar is the first guitar my pops bought me as a Christmas gift, just before I hit it big four years ago. I attach the strap of the guitar to my shoulder and walk barefoot on the plush, carpeted floor over to the big, comfortable-looking, leather chair directly across from the bed Noelle is sleeping on.

  Lyrics are running through my head as I watch Noelle sleep peacefully like an angelic being. The more I watch her, the more the words come crashing through my brain. My fingers slowly strum across the guitar strings. My eyes never leave Noelle’s sweet, beautiful face as lyrics of my love for her escape my lips with a will of their own.

  The first time I ever loved like this,

  Like wishing on a faraway star

  Out of reach, but there you are.

  Like a promise

  Or an impossible dream,

  It seems

  I must make you mine.

  Because the first time

  Is the last time

  That I will ever love like this.

  After seeing you,

  I knew

  This is the first time I’ve ever loved like this.

  Believe these words from my soul.

  It is my gift to the woman I love,

  Because this first time

  Will be the last time

  I will ever love like this…

  I strum the last cord as the last word slips past my lips. I never take my eyes off of the beautiful woman before me. Noelle stretches with her arms high above her head and yawns before her eyes slowly open to see me watching her.

  “I thought I was dream
ing,” she says as she sits up in bed. She seems oblivious of the sheet sliding down her breasts, leaving her scrumptiously exposed to my heated gaze. “The song is beautiful, but it is so different from the music you performed last night. This song is kind of a soulful ballad,” she adds.

  “I guess you can call it that. This song came to me while I watched you sleep. It needs some work, but this is your song, Noelle.” I can feel my cock stiffen as her nipples harden and point towards me as if they are begging me to kiss them.

  I lay my guitar aside and stand. Our eyes never stray from one another as I disrobe along the way. My clothing drops to the floor in a trail as I make my way towards the king-sized bed. Noelle’s eyes glaze over with unrestrained desire as I walk towards the object of my passion.

  “Wait,” Noelle says as she attempts to get out of the bed. “I need a quick shower, and I need to brush my teeth,” she adds as redness appears on her cheeks.

  I pounce on her before she leaves the bed. I pay her words no mind because I know that I have fallen in love with this beautiful woman, who was made just for me. I love this woman, morning breath and all. My lips meld with hers as I sweep her into a passion-filled kiss.

  Her mouth opens beneath my own, and our tongues tangle wetly and hotly as they play and parry. Noelle moans softly, and her body begins to squirm beneath my own. My lips reluctantly leave hers to capture a budding nipple between my lips.

  I take my sweet time loving on her beautiful, brown breasts and dusky nipples before sliding further down her body to get a taste of her marinated, molten, sweet heat. I inhale the musty, sweet scent of her as if to commit it to memory. The scent of her femininity causes me to lengthen and throb with an unfulfilled need that must be met.

  Noelle squeezes her thighs tight with my head between her supple thighs. She begins to tremble with her orgasm as she screams my name. My tongue scoops every bit of her sweetness into my mouth before I swallow her deliciousness down my throat.