Noelle's Rock: A BWWM Holiday Romance (8 page)

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.

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 dreaming,” 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.

“Beau,” Noelle moans as I slide up her body and enter her wet heat.

“I love you, Noelle,” I groan as I begin thrusting inside her in earnest.

Her walls grip me so snugly that I have to fight back from cumming too soon. She wraps her thighs around my back to imprison me between her thighs. Our bodies dance as one as we war our way towards fulfilling each other’s desires to the fullest.

“Ahh! Beau, I am cumming.” Noelle’s sexy cries send me over the edge with her as I release my hot seed, like lava, into her fiery heat.

My hands cup her rounded ass cheeks to pull her closer as I thrust into her one last time as we simmer in the afterglow of love’s ecstasy.

*

We step outside the hotel later that day. Charles is meeting us out front so that I can get Noelle back to her apartment, and I am going to meet the band later after I see Noelle safely home. I have Noelle glued to my side as I spot Charles across the way.

“Mr. Barringer, can you tell us who this lovely lady is that you have on your arm?” A reporter steps out of nowhere to hold a tape recorder under my nose. Behind him is a cameraman filming us as we try to walk towards the waiting limousine.

I look down at Noelle, and she has the “deer in the headlights” look on her face. I pull her closer to my side and hold up my hand to shield her from the bold reporter. “I am sorry about this, baby. Just keep your head down and ignore them. This is par for the course for these tabloid reporters,” I assure her as I thank God it is just one reporter and a cameraman so far.

“Mr. Barringer, when did you decide to get jungle fever?” the bold reporter says with a chuckle.

I clench my jaws tight as I try to control my temper. I don’t want to let Noelle see me lose control, but I won’t let anyone disrespect the woman I love by reducing what we just shared to mere rubbish.

Noelle gasps loudly and stiffens at my side. I have had enough of this reporter, and I will not allow him to demean what Noelle and I mean to each other any further.

I can see Charles moving the limo closer to us. He puts the vehicle in park and trots over.

“Get Noelle inside the limo, Charles. I have to handle this reporter.”

“Yes sir, Mr. Barringer.”

I let go of Noelle’s hand and urge her towards Charles. Once she is inside the safety of the limo, I turn my attention to the sleazy, tabloid reporter who is out to make a buck. I glare at him in anger before I knock the tape recorder out of his hand and stomp it with my booted feet.

I jerk him by his collar and lift him off of his feet. “Don’t you ever disrespect the woman I love. You got that?” I growl out between clenched teeth as I fight to get my temper under control.

The journalist’s face turns red as I release him. He stumbles and almost falls down before he rights himself. I turn towards the cameraman and stalk towards him with intent. The cameraman outweighs me by maybe a good sixty pounds, but I have the advantage of height and quickness. Plus, my anger sends adrenaline through my blood.

“Turn the damn camera off,” I growl to the cameraman as I come face to face with the short, burly man.

The nervous looking cameraman seems to back off quickly and shuts the camera off. “I am your number one fan, Mr. Barringer, and I am just doing my job,” he says nervously when my expression doesn’t change. “I will be in the van,” he says to his partner as he high-tails it out of there, leaving the furious reporter behind.

“That was uncalled for. You will hear from my lawyer, Beau Barringer,” the reporter continues to fume as he sputters with indignation.

“Yeah…yeah,” I say before reaching into my back pocket to remove my leather wallet. I grab five large bills and drop five hundred dollars in cash at the reporter’s feet. “In the meantime, buy yourself another recorder, but stay far away from me and my woman. You got that, buster?” I say to him so there will be no more misunderstandings, before walking off to join Noelle and Charles in the limousine.

“Sir, I thought you were going to punch that reporter good. I haven’t seen you this angry in a long time,” Charles says as he navigates into the busy evening traffic.

“Are you alright?” I question a flustered Noelle.

“I am fine,” she replies softly. “Today makes me realize that reporters will be following you everywhere just because of who you are. When we are alone, everything seems so normal. How do you live like this without any sort of privacy?”

“It was hard at first, but I got used to it. But what I will never get used to is obnoxious reporters like the one we just ran into.” I reach across the leather seat to enclose her hand in mine.

Noelle looks down at our intertwined fingers and sighs. My heart plummets because I feel she is thinking too hard. She finally looks back at my face, and a sad look enters her golden eyes.

“Don’t say it. I don’t want to hear whatever doubts you have about us,” I warn her with a sinking heart. I feel what she is going to say before she even says it.

“Beau, please don’t take this the wrong way. I just want you to think about what I am going to say. I am pregnant with another man’s child. We seem to forget that fact when we get caught up in our little universe. I will start to show pretty soon, and I don’t want to worry about a reporter popping out of the bushes every time we are together…I think we should end things now before I get hurt in the cross fire of your lifestyle. I have to concentrate on having a healthy baby and being the best mother I can be.”

I reach over and unbuckle Noelle’s seatbelt to pull her into my lap. I hold her tight and squeeze her like I never want to let her go. “I don’t give a damn if you are pregnant by another man. You are my woman now, and I don’t ever want to hear you talk that way again. This baby,” I say as I place my hand across her stomach, ”is a part of you. Therefore, I will love your baby and be there for you and your baby because I love you. Do you hear what I am saying to you?” I add vehemently.

Tears form in the corner of Noelle’s eyes and leak down her cheeks. I kiss away each of her warm, salty tears with my lips. I am who I am by profession, but this part of me,” I say as I place her hand over my rapidly beating heart, “belongs solely to you. I am not going anywhere, so never try and push me away again. You got that, sweetheart?”

Noelle stays quiet for a moment as her eyes search mine deeply. I implore her with my eyes and with my soul to agree. I can’t walk away from my angel, and I can’t let her walk away from me. After an intense moment, she finally speaks.

“I got it,” she replies as she gives me a watery smile. “I love you, Beau Barringer. Things happened so fast, but I really do love you.”

My heart soars at Noelle’s declaration. I capture her lips beneath my own as my heart rejoices at our new-found love for one another. Now that she has finally agreed to be mine, my soul sings and wars no more.