Noelle's Rock: A BWWM Holiday Romance

by Theresa Hodge

  “Noelle, do you honestly think I am that shallow to be turned off by the changes that will occur in your body? I can honestly say that I look forward to the changes during your pregnancy. I even look forward to the midnight cravings you will undoubtedly have. I am here for you in every capacity. I am here for you for the long haul,” I say with my hand against her cheek. “Please don’t doubt my intentions towards you or your baby.”

  Tears appear in Noelle’s eyes and leak down to her cheeks. I kiss every one away as fast as they fall.

  “How did I get so lucky for you to enter into my life when you did?” she asks me with the question in her eyes.

  “We are both lucky because I hit the jackpot when you knocked on my door that night your car went in a ditch,” he says with laughter in his voice.

  “You were mean and grumpy, and you frightened me a bit.”

  “I thought you were a reporter, remember?”

  “I remember,” she replies with a smile on her full lips. “I also remember how you gave me a bogus name,” she attempts to glare at me angrily but fails when I suddenly tickle her belly.

  Noelle goes into fits of laughter as I continue to tickle her.

  “Stop it, Beau,” she finally gasps between giggles. “You tickling me can’t be good for the baby.”

  “In that case, I will stop,” I say before capturing her lips in a hot kiss to make up for me tickling her. “It’s time to eat breakfast. I hope it hasn’t gotten cold from you trying to seduce me,” I say to her in a teasing voice.

  “Who is trying to seduce who?” she asks sitting up in the bed.

  I smirk at her before getting up from the bed to retrieve the food on the tray so we can feast on the breakfast I prepared for us.

  “This looks so delicious,” she says, reaching for a piece of fruit in the clear, glass bowl.

  I watch the way Noelle pops the piece of fruit into her mouth and chews. She even chews sexy. I see a bit of juice on her lip from the fruit. I bend over and lick the juice from her lips.

  “Mmm…delicious,” I groan as my dick instantly hardens.

  Noelle’s eyes travel from my face down to my muscular chest and beyond. She smiles when she sees the tented bottoms of my pajamas.

  “Feed me this delicious breakfast first, and then I will feed it,” she says, pointing at my hardened state.

  “Is that a promise?” I lift a fork to place a bite of scrambled eggs between her lips.

  “I don’t make promises I don’t keep,” she answers me with a heated look in her eyes.

  “You are going to be the death of me. Do you know that?”

  Noelle laughs aloud as I continue to feed her. I use the same fork to bring a bite of scrambled eggs to my own lips. Noelle watches me. I can see the look of desire that flares instantly in her eyes. She picks up a big, juicy strawberry and places it between her succulent lips and leans over to offer me a bite of the fruit that she holds in her mouth.

  My blue eyes clash with her brown ones as lust wars between the two of us. I lean over to take a bite of the fruit that she so temptingly offers me. Our lips mesh together with perfect halves of the fruit inside our mouths.

  Our tongues duel as we exchange bits of fruit and juice. I pull away from Noelle to quickly dispense of the tray before sliding my pajama bottoms off to leave them pooling on the floor.

  “I. Want. You. Now.” I say to her in a guttural voice. “Take. Your. Night. Shirt. Off. Now.” I direct her as I stalk back towards the bed.

  Noelle wastes no time in removing the night shirt. Her now curly hair is like a halo around her beautiful face as she takes in my body. I continue towards her.

  My desire throbs like molten steel as it hardens even more than before. I lie on my back, and my dick points straight up towards the ceiling.

  “Come. Here.” I order her and pull her body across my chest.

  She gasps in surprise when I place her wetness so that it straddles across my chest. She instantly reaches for the headboard to keep her balance.

  “I am ready to feast on dessert,” I mutter against her plush thigh and place a kiss on both thighs. I become delirious as the scent of her heat assails my nostrils. Her scent is like a consolation prize for the addict in me. I have become addicted to the taste, the scent, and the feel of Noelle’s sweet and succulent pussy.

  I lift her effortlessly to place her already dripping wet pussy over my bearded face. My tongue wastes no time in entering her slick core to get a taste of her ambrosia. My eyes close in contentment as her juices coat my tongue.

  Noelle’s moans turn into sultry sighs as my tongue and mouth make sweet love to her. Her hips are like a dancer’s, as she grinds down onto my mouth and lips. My mouth receives all she gives me…the more she gives…the more I crave.

  The pleasure I aspire to give Noelle brings me immense pleasure in my soul. Her juices continue to drip into my mouth like a running faucet, and I continue to swallow as she supplies her sweetness for my unquenchable thirst.

  Her lusty sighs are like sweet melodies to my ears. I reach one hand towards her full breast to twist a hard nipple between my fingers. Noelle dances faster against my mouth while my tongue plays her pussy like an instrument.

  Her wetness finds its way down my chin as it mixes with my close-cropped mustache and beard. Her love juices supply me with the nutrients that I need to survive as she humps my face under the tutelage of my mouth and tongue.

  “Beau!” she cries out as her body trembles and shakes from my orchestrations.

  “Cum for me again,” I urge her with my lips meshed against her slippery, nether lips.

  Noelle gyrates and grinds against my mouth as I hold my tongue stiff inside her fiery core. She screams her pleasure one last time before she goes limp and slides her way down my chest leaving a trail of her sticky juices, marking me as her territory, which I gladly accept.

  I flip Noelle onto her back but take the brunt of my weight on my forearms so I won’t crush her with my body. Her legs instantly wrap around my waist, leaving me room to plunge into her slick heat. I bury my face in her scented hair as I thrust into her while trying to hold onto the last of my control.

  With each pummeling thrust, I release a pleasurable but torturous groan. Noelle’s heated core surrounds my throbbing flesh, enclosing me snugly in her heated walls. I bite down onto her shoulder, gently but firmly, as I mark her skin with my love bite.

  Noelle croons softly and undulates her hips, matching me thrust for glorious thrust as I pummel inside her fragrant heat over and over, again and again before it becomes too much pleasure for me to bare. A guttural growl slips past my lips as I warn Noelle of my impending orgasm.

  Noelle screams as she releases another orgasm. At this exact moment, my throbbing cock releases my seed deep inside her to splash hotly inside of her walls. My dick jerks and jumps until I have no more left to give.

  My breathing is erratic as I pull Noelle to my side, once I roll over to my back.

  “Woman, I told you, you are going to be the death of me,” I tease her as I try to get my breathing under control.

  I look down at Noelle when I don’t get a response. She is snuggled up against my chest with a satisfied smile on her face and passed out. I place a kiss on the top of her head before covering our bodies so we don’t become chilled. I close my eyes and enjoy the feel of Noelle’s warm body against my own and allow the love I feel for her to fill my soul.

  Chapter 19

  Noelle

  Wintry Wonderland

  Beau, Shelby, Erick and I are walking through the annual Christmas festival the city puts on every year. The cold weather and the snow didn’t stop the crowd from getting out and enjoying the variety of festivities that our city is known for during the Christmas season.

  Beau and I are walking hand in hand. Beau is, once again, in his trademark of all black, and he is looking sexy as all get-out. He has a black cap pulled low on his head while trying to remain incognito amongst the crowd.


  His thick mane of dark hair is hidden beneath the cap, but if any of his fans took one look into his dazzling, smoky, sapphire-blue eyes, they would instantly recognize him as the great Beau Barringer.

  I am feeling happier than I have ever felt in my life being with Beau and my friends. Christmas music is continuously piping through perfectly placed speakers high up on the buildings and poles. Lights are twinkling everywhere with an array of artfully decorated Christmas trees as far as our eyes can see.

  “I’m cold,” Shelby says as she looks back at Beau and me bringing up the rear.

  She winks and smiles at me before pointing to a vendor who is selling hot chocolate up ahead.

  “Who is up for some hot chocolate?” she asks as she pulls Erick with us following along.

  “I have my hot chocolate right here,” Beau teases me as he whispers this softly in my ear.

  I shudder from his heated words. I think about how he loves to taste me intimately and can’t seem to get enough of tasting me. I look up at him and watch his ice-blue eyes glaze over with heat.

  “Behave!” I say to him because I know we would cut our outing short if I let him have his way.

  He gives me that confident smirk, knowing that he is getting to me.

  “Come on, then,” he says grudgingly. “I will treat us all to hot chocolates,” he says to me before speaking to the man who is selling the drinks. “Four hot chocolates all around,” Beau says.

  “Big spender,” Shelby says with a giggle.

  “Thanks, man,” Erick says. “The next treat is on me,” he offers as we continue our way through the festival.

  I blow on my foam cup of hot chocolate before taking a tentative sip.

  “Ouch!” I say before licking my upper lip with the tip of my tongue, trying to soothe it.

  “Did you burn yourself, honey?” Beau asks as he looks down at me in concern, and I touch my fingertips across my lip.

  I look up into Beau’s eyes and momentarily lose myself in his mesmerizing stare; I find myself doing this most of the time. I can’t get use to how his eyes seem to constantly change colors. His eye color switches to a smoky blue with a hint of sapphire when we are making love. His chameleon eyes hold me captive whether we are alone or in a crowd.

  “Yes,” I say as a tremble goes through my body. I can feel heat building between my thighs and wetness pool in my center.

  Beau’s head descends; my lips part to receive the softest of kisses. His tongue sweeps across my lips before his tongue delves into the moist cavity of my mouth. His tongue tastes of marshmallows and hot chocolate with a hint of sweet cinnamon. I moan beneath the onslaught of his gentle kiss.

  “Are you two going to have to get a room?” Shelby quips as she and Erick wait patiently for us to catch up.

  Beau slowly pulls his lips away from mine. I can see the heated look in his eyes matches my own. He chuckles from Shelby’s statement and takes my hand into his to resume our stroll.

  “Noelle is so sweet that I can’t keep my lips off of her,” he says before giving Shelby a wink.

  “I feel the same about my lovely lady,” says Erick before sweeping a surprised Shelby into a hot kiss.

  By the time Erick lets Shelby up for air, she looks flushed with a dazed look in her eyes.

  “Who needs to get a room, now?” I tease my best friend.

  Shelby fans herself before she replies.

  “From the look of things, we both do,” she says with a laugh. “It’s only around thirty-five degrees, but I feel mighty hot all of a sudden.”

  We all laugh as we continue to enjoy each other’s company as well as the Christmas festival. I am glad that no one recognizes Beau. I don’t want to share him tonight with his fans. I want him to be just Beau my boyfriend and not the performer because this is who I am most comfortable with. When I really get quiet and think about how big of a star he actually is, I become intimidated and unsure of our longevity as a couple. Although I keep these thoughts to myself, I still have them all the same.

  “A penny for your thoughts?” Beau whispers against my ear.

  I look up at him and smile. I make sure the worry is wiped from my eyes before replying.

  “I am just enjoying being with you and taking in the scenery. I am loving this time of the year because I have you.”

  “Keep saying things like that, and I will have to cut this outing short and take you home.”

  “Is that a promise?” I ask, fluttering my eyelashes flirtatiously.

  “That’s not only a promise, Miss Winters, but that is a fact.”

  “Hey, love birds, I am going to separate you two for a while,” says Shelby as she grasps my hand.

  “Where are you taking my woman?” Beau questions Shelby.

  “Not too far, we will stay in sight,” she replies as she pulls me along, leaving Erick and Beau staring after us.

  “Girl, that man of yours is something else. He is sending out so much heat that it will melt this snow before it hits the ground.”

  “He really does.” I had to agree with her because Beau was as deliciously sexy as they came.

  “Look at these homemade wreaths,” Shelby says, changing the subject.

  “Those are beautiful. I think I will get Beau one for his door. He has a Christmas tree but no wreath…This one will go beautifully on his door.”

  “I like this one,” Shelby says, picking up the one that is adorned in white doves.

  “I like that one too,” I agree with her before making our purchases.

  “Hi, Noelle,” I hear a familiar voice behind me as I reach for my shopping bag that contains my wreath.

  I turn and look directly into the face of Victor.

  “What the hell are you doing here, Victor, and why are you speaking to Noelle?” Shelby turns and mean mugs Victor.

  “Well, let’s see Shelby,” Victor says, returning my friend’s hostile look. “First off, the last time I checked, this is still a free country. Therefore, I may go anywhere I damn well please. Secondly, I am speaking to Noelle and not you, unless by chance your name has changed to Noelle,” he says with a smirk.

  “Ha, ha,” she says, but no humor is in her voice. “Go away, Victor. Noelle wants nothing to do with you after you did her the way you did. I am so angry with you.”

  I can feel that the tension between my best friend and Victor is about to escalate, so I decide to intervene. I didn’t expect to see Victor again until the papers were ready to sign. Since he was the one who suggested I have an abortion, I have never thought of this baby that I am carrying as ours.

  “I can handle this, Shelby, but thank you,” I say to her with an I got this look. “What do you want?” I ask Victor.

  “You look good Noelle…real good,” he says as his eyes take in my body from head to toe. His eyes finally rest on my slightly rounded stomach that can be seen clearly beneath my fitted sweater, which matches a pair of colorful leggings and my leather, black, knee-length boots. “You being pregnant with our baby becomes you.”

  “You do mean my baby, don’t you?” I ask him, ignoring his compliment.

  “No, I mean our baby.”

  “Victor, I don’t have time for your games. Let’s not pretend that you want to have any part in this baby’s life. You clearly asked me to get an abortion. Tell me if I am wrong,” I continue in an exasperated tone.

  Victor looks off into the distance as if he is in deep thought before he speaks.

  “Noelle, I made a mistake. I am sorry I ever let those words escape out of my mouth.”

  Shelby grunts beside me. I know she wants to speak, but I hold up my hand to silence her. Her eyes hold the look of an angry tigress. I know she is ready to tear Victor to shreds with her words.

  I look around before looking at Victor once again.

  “Where is your girlfriend and child?”

  “Samantha…Sammy left me,” he stutters as a pained look flashes across his face. “And she took little V.J. with her.”

  “W
hat do you mean she left you?”

  “Her husband wanted to reconcile with her and make their marriage work. He even told her that he is willing to accept V.J. into their family, even though he knows that I will still be a hands-on father to my son,” he says this with sadness lurking deep in his eyes.

  “Aww, I see. So, let me see if I can get this right. Since Samantha…Sammy, or whatever you call her, has abandoned you…you are now ready to be a father to my baby,” I say, feeling resentment build inside of me.

  “Samantha leaving me isn’t the only reason I want to be a present figure in our unborn baby’s life, Noelle. The last time I saw you on the Friday after Thanksgiving…I have been feeling some type of way. I will say again that I am very sorry that I suggested you terminate this pregnancy. I don’t know what got into me.”

  “You know exactly what got into you,” Shelby finally speaks after holding her words in for so long. “You thought you had your little side-piece family all wrapped up into one neat bow. You didn’t want the additional responsibility of raising a child with Noelle, so you abandoned her and this innocent, little life growing on the inside of her. You are nothing but trash and lower than low in my eyes,” she lashes out at him with her spew of carefully orchestrated words.

  “For a white girl, you sure are acting ghetto,” Victor threw the insult at Shelby.

  “Stop it, Victor. Your remark isn’t even called for. Shelby is not only my best friend, but she is like a sister to me. If you insult Shelby, it’s just like you are insulting me, so don’t go there,” I warn him.

  “I’m sorry,” he says, throwing the apology Shelby’s way. His mouth apologizes, but his eyes still hold an unapologetic look.

  “Whatever.” Shelby throws up her hand in dismissal.

  “You know what, Shelby, this is between Noelle and me. You can stay the fuck out of it.” Victor doesn’t try to hide his anger and frustration.

  “Like Noelle says, we are family, and her being my family makes it my business.”

  Victor lets out a cruel laugh.