Noelle's Rock: A BWWM Holiday Romance

by Theresa Hodge

  “You know what looks more beautiful to me than anything in this world?” I ask her as I tilt her head so her lips are level with my own lips.

  “What?” she answers as her eyes darken even more than they had before.

  “You are,” I reply before my lips swoop down to initiate a heart-warming kiss.

  Noelle’s mouth opens beneath mine to allow my tongue instant access to mate with her own. I can taste the sweetness from the sparkling grape juice on her tongue, which makes the sweet cavity of her mouth all the sweeter.

  My shaft instantly hardens and lengthens beneath Noelle’s soft ass as my dick once again jumps to attention. My hardness is uncomfortably harnessed beneath my black dress slacks. It strains to be set free.

  Noelle squirms against my throbbing dick. I suck her bottom lip into my mouth to nibble on her bottom lip. She moans as she strains to get closer to me. My hands roam over her body until they reach the rise of her voluptuous breasts.

  Her nipples grow even harder as I flick a finger back and forth against the harden pebbles of her soft breasts. My tongue craves her to be naked so it can flick back and forth across her nipples. My hand travels down to the hem of her dress.

  Her dress has risen up high against her supple thighs. My hand nudges her thighs apart as my wandering fingers seek the heat between them. I slip a finger beneath the silkiness of her panties. I can feel the hotness like a furnace that radiates from between her thighs.

  I groan in torture beneath her lips as I twirl my tongue hotly with hers before slipping a finger into her heat. Her nectar instantly coats my finger with its sweet stickiness. She moans louder as my finger plunges into her heated cove.

  She grinds her ass against my tortured cock as she strains towards the orgasm that I so want to deliver her. I add another finger to mix with her juices and hook them at an angel to touch her G-spot. I swallow her cries as she falls over the cliff of pleasure.

  My fingers are soaked from her love juices. I have found great satisfaction in giving my angel pleasure. My fingers slip from her wet heat, and I bring my fingers to my mouth to lick off her delectable juices. She watches me in fascination as I lick my fingers clean.

  “I want to taste you,” she says with fiery desire simmering from her warm, brandy eyes.

  My cock jumps against my slacks at the thought of my hardness between Noelle’s plump lips. Noelle looks back at the tinted partition to assure herself we still have privacy in the limousine before sliding from my lap to land on her knees.

  I have become speechless as she slowly unzips my slacks and relieves my stiffness from my briefs. Her eyes never leave mine as her pink tongue encircles the engorged head of my penis. My penis looks almost angry with its need to relieve itself.

  I lose a sense of control when she slowly begins to lick the base of my shaft and rolls her hot tongue around all its sides. I breathe in deeply and expel my breath as Noelle entrances me in her spell. Her tongue once again slides up the length of my hardened shaft.

  Pre-cum seeps forth and slides down my shaft. Noelle’s tongue reaches out and captures it.

  “Mmm,” she moans before swallowing the first drops of my cum. “Delicious,” she adds before placing a gentle kiss on my penis head.

  Once she takes me all the way into her sweet mouth, my head rears back onto the soft, heated headrest, and my eyes close in pleasure to allow myself to feel the full effects of what Noelle is doing to me. The wetness from her mouth as she bobs her head up and down is driving me insane with desire.

  Her hands aren’t idle during the whole process; they add extra friction as she squeezes and twists around my great length. Her hands continuously stroke me in sync to her head movements. My hands find their way to her hair, which she had previously straightened for tonight.

  She takes one hand to gently caress and squeeze my heavy balls. My hips gyrate in an up-and-down motion when she touches my extra sensitive balls. Her hands eventually make their way under my shirt to caress my toned six-pack abs.

  My eyes fly open as she makes the mmmm humming sound in the back of her throat. My eyes once again clash with hers. The heat from her eyes causes me to throb and pulsate as cum rushes up from my balls, readying itself to spill forth like a rushing tide.

  “Stop, Noelle,” I grind out between clenched teeth. “I’m about to cum,” I warn her.

  She smiles temptingly, with her mouth still filled to capacity with my sleek, hard steel. She sucks me harder and faster and squeezes my balls more firmly. The sexy way she looks at me and the way I look between her plump lips dashes me over the cliff as my hot seed spills from me into the warm cavity of her sweet mouth.

  “Arrgh, fuck…fuck…fuck!” I grind out in a suspended intoxication of pleasure before my naughty little Noelle drains me dry.

  My breathing is erratic, and my heart is drumming in my ears as I try to bring myself under control. Noelle has made me as weak as a noodle. She kisses the head of my now semi-hard cock before tucking it back inside my briefs and zipping my slacks.

  I pull her up beside me and hold her tightly to my chest and rapidly beating heart.

  “You know that you are never getting rid of me, right?” I mummer against the top of her head.

  “Good,” she says softly as she snuggles more deeply into my arms.

  My heart beats even faster with unrestrained joy knowing Noelle wants me in her life as much as I need her in mine. Even with the many fans and the glitz of the limelight, Noelle is the only thing that brings true beauty to my life. Before Noelle, I thought I had everything I could ever dream of. Since Noelle has entered my life, I see what I have been missing all along.

  Chapter 17

  Noelle

  Love Is in the Air

  “Look at that goofy grin on your face,” Shelby says, walking up to my desk to snatch a Christmas cookie from the jar of cookies I baked last night to share with my co-workers.

  “I do not have a goofy grin on my face,” I vehemently deny.

  Just before my best friend Shelby walked up to my desk, my thoughts were filled with intimate thoughts of Beau. That man sure knew how to turn my body inside out just by looking at me with one heat-filled gaze.

  “Yes, you do,” she says before reaching for another decorated Christmas cookie from the glass jar.

  I slap her hand away from the cookie jar but not before she has her cookie in hand.

  “Don’t eat anymore cookies, or you will ruin your lunch,” I scold her like a small child.

  “Good practice,” she says with a teasing grin. “Keep that tone of voice for your baby when it reaches its terrible twos and you will make a great mommy.”

  I look at my blond-headed friend and shake my head at her before I return her grin.

  “We aren’t eating in the cafeteria today,” she says. “We only have about ten more work days before the building shuts down for the holidays, and it can’t come soon enough for me,” Shelby expels with a sigh.

  “Me either,” I agree. “Where do you want to go for lunch? Keep in mind, we only have an hour for lunch, and we don’t need to go anywhere too crowded.”

  “We can go to that little deli around the corner from here. That way, we can walk and enjoy the Christmas decorations,” she replies with glee in her voice.

  “That’s a great idea, and I could use a little exercise anyway.”

  Shelby continues to sit on the edge of my desk and banter away. Her voice begins to fade to the background as I remember the way Beau made love to me on more than one occasion. I can still feel the imprint of his stiffness on the inside of me as I recall how he plunges deep inside my core. The images are vivid as a feel wetness gather beneath my panties.

  I can actually conjure up the feeling of how he feels as he thrusts into me over and over again, as he satiates my pleasure. I can feel a silly grin spread across my lips as I remember him growling into my ear. ”Cum for me, Noelle.”

  The way he growls my name caused me to instantly spill forth cum and coa
t his hardness with my essence.

  “Earth to Noelle,” Shelby’s voice finally penetrates through the lusty haze of my brain.

  She is snapping her fingers across my face to gain my attention.

  “Girl, just as I thought. You have it bad,” she says with a giggle.

  I blink my eyes to clear away the illicit thoughts and grin because I know my friend has me pegged dead to rights.

  “You are right, Shelby. I am so far gone when it comes to Beau. What am I going to do about it?”

  “What do you mean what are you going to do? You are going to relax and let nature take its course. Plus, you are going to fuck the shit out of his fine ass like you’ve been doing,” she adds with a knowing look in her eyes.

  “Shelby!” I gasp.

  “Don’t Shelby me. You know that’s what you were just thinking about anyway. I think about Erick’s fine ass the same way,” she admits and a blush stains both of her cheeks.

  A serious look overcomes my face as I look off into space.

  “Don’t overthink things, Noelle,” Shelby advises.

  “But what if we don’t work out? I am far from the glamorous type and so different from the women Beau has dated in the past. What do I do when he grows tired of me, or what about when my pregnancy starts to show? I will gain weight and become fat, maybe even unappealing in his eyes. What then?” I ask, giving in to my doubts and fears once again.

  “Stop it, Noelle. Don’t find problems where there aren’t any. Beau Barringer may be a rock star, but he is unlike any performer I have ever met. He is down-to-earth and very humble. Remember when he chose you, he didn’t choose you blindly. He knew what he was getting into from the very beginning,” she says, referring to me being pregnant with another man’s baby.

  “I guess you are right.”

  “There is no guessing or speculating about it. I speak the truth,” she adds with certainty in her voice. “So stop doubting and be confident in building your relationship with Beau.”

  “You are right,” I say, feeling my heart expand with the love I feel for Beau Barringer. “I am truly in love with him. The love I thought I had for Victor in the past doesn’t compare to what I feel for Beau. I now know the difference between infatuation and true love.”

  “I am happy for you. You deserve all of the happiness that life can offer you. I never did admit it to you, but I never really liked Victor anyway. I only went along with him for your sake,” she admits.

  “I never knew you didn’t like him. You should have told me. Maybe you could have opened my eyes to see what you saw.”

  “I knew he would eventually reveal his true self to you in time if I was right about him. I didn’t know for sure why I didn’t like him, but there was always something about him that rubbed me the wrong way.”

  “Victor has another child,” I say to Shelby bluntly before I change my mind about telling her.

  I had been holding this secret inside myself because I felt deceived and let down about Victor wanting me to have an abortion.

  Shelby’s eyes widen in surprise and she gasps aloud.

  “What? How do you know this?” she asks as her surprised look instantly turns into a frown.

  “I saw him and this woman with a child a few weeks ago on Black Friday at the mall. You and Erick were out of town visiting his parents over the Thanksgiving holiday.”

  Shelby gives me a disappointed look. I cringe on the inside because Shelby and I never keep secrets from one another. She is more than a friend to me and more like a sister. It doesn’t matter that we are of a different race, the love and bond that we have shared over the years deems us sisters nonetheless.

  “Please don’t be mad that I didn’t tell you.”

  “I am not mad…a little disappointed maybe, but I’m far from being mad. Why did you wait so long to tell me this?”

  Tears appear in my eyes, and I look away.

  I feel Shelby’s hand on my chin as she turns my head to meet her stare.

  “Don’t look away like you have something to be ashamed of. Now, tell me why it has taken you this long to confide in me.”

  “I am ashamed,” I admit. “I don’t want to feel ashamed, but I am. Victor wanted me to abort our child, and then I found out he already has a child by this older woman, who was married at some point. Victor says she was his co-worker, and she was having problems with her husband. He says he only slept with her one time before she became pregnant. Her husband left her because of it,” I say all of this in a rush as a salty tear leaks from the corner of my eye.

  I take the back of my hand to quickly dash the tear away because I am so through with crying over a man who could care less for me or his unborn child.

  “I am so sorry.” Shelby slides off my desk and comes around to kneel beside my chair to embrace me in her thin arms.

  “Guess what their little boy’s name is?” I say into the fragrant scent of Shelby’s hair.

  “What?” She pulls away from our embrace to peer into my dewy, brown eyes.

  “His name is Victor Jr., but they call him V.J. for short. He is the cutest, little, chubby-faced boy. I guess he is one-year-old,” I say with a whimsical sigh.

  “That bastard has kept this child a secret for this long?” she asks in an angry voice. “Victor is as low as low can get. He should have told you about his mess up sooner. I can’t imagine how you felt when you saw them together like that. Again, I am so sorry because you have endured so much growing up.”

  “I will be fine…My baby will be fine,” I assure her.

  “You are damn right because you have me, Erick, and now Beau. Plus, mom has already hired a designer to design your baby’s nursery. She wanted it to be a surprise for your Christmas gift from her and dad, so don’t tell her I have ruined the surprise,” she says, wiping a tear from my cheek.

  “I won’t. I promise.”

  “Let’s forget Victor and forget that he is the sperm donor to this sweet, little baby you carry,” Shelby says, placing her hand over my now slightly rounded stomach.

  “I’m up for that,” I say. “He promises to sign the papers giving me all rights to my baby.”

  “That is the best thing he can do for you and the baby. I can promise you that this little boy or girl will never have to suffer anything as long as god-mommy is around,” she declares.

  My stomach takes that moment to growl aloud. Shelby stands, grasps my hand, and pulls me to my feet.

  “Grab your coat and purse. Your baby is ready to get fed,” she says with a laugh. “I am treating you to lunch.”

  I grab my coat and purse and follow Shelby down the hall to her office, where she can get her coat and handbag before we take the elevator down to the first floor and out the building into the cold, winter air.

  We make small talk while walking the few blocks to the deli. We admire the festive decorations along the way. Shelby and I drop some money in a large bucket as the Santa for the Salvation Army rings his bell.

  My spirits lift with each wintry breath I inhale. I feel so much better since Shelby and I talked. I know that when Victor signs the papers giving up his rights to my baby, it will be the biggest gift I can ask for, now or in the future.

  Chapter 18

  Beau

  Christmas Gift

  Just let her sleep, my inner voice tells me as I watch Noelle sleep so peacefully with her head against my chest. She is just as beautiful to me when she is sleeping as she is when she is awake. Her mouth is slightly open, and she snores softly in her sleep. I even find her snoring adorable.

  My hand traces the slight roundness of her stomach beneath her night shirt. My heart swells with love for her and her unborn baby. I promise myself that I will be here for Noelle and her little, innocent baby every step of the way.

  I realized from the very beginning, when Noelle confided in me about her situation, that she comes as a package deal: To love Noelle will mean I will have to love her baby as well, and I don’t have a problem with this at all
.

  I want to be in Noelle’s life for the long haul. Noelle means just this much to me, and I hope she realizes it, if not now then in due time. I untangle myself from Noelle’s grasp to ease out of the bed.

  We have been spending more and more time out here at my getaway home than in her apartment, especially on the weekends. I take one more look at my sleeping angel before heading to the bathroom to shower.

  After my shower, I head downstairs to prepare breakfast for Noelle and me. I prepare cinnamon toast, sausage links, scrambled eggs, and fruit. I pour a glass of cold milk for Noelle and orange juice for myself before putting everything on a tray to take back upstairs so my lovely lady and I can eat breakfast in bed.

  I set the tray down on a table before walking over to a still sleeping Noelle. Her pregnancy has been causing her to sleep more lately. I ease my tall frame onto the bed to place a soft kiss onto her pliable lips.

  My tongue slowly enters her parted lips as I kiss her awake, intimately. Noelle’s eyes slowly open to stare into mine. I pull back and smile down into her exquisite face.

  “I couldn’t help myself,” I say to her. “You look so adorably tempting when you sleep. I couldn’t let the chance past me by without kissing you awake.”

  Noelle’s drowsy eyes stare into mine as a smile appears on her lips. Her hand touches my face as she traces my jawline. I capture her hand in mine and bring it to my lips to kiss the palm of her hand before tracing kisses towards her inner wrist.

  “You can wake me up with as many kisses as you like. I will never grow tired of your kisses.”

  “And I will never grow tired of your sweet kisses or your delectable body.”

  A frown appears on her beautiful face all of a sudden. My hand touches between her brows to smooth her frown away.

  “Why are you frowning, my love? I can’t have you frowning on my watch,” I say to her in a serious tone of voice.

  “As the months go by, my body will change. How will you feel about me then?” she asks me with uncertainty in her eyes.