Love Unspoken (10 page)

Noelle nodded and stretched out her hand to touch him. Her eyes
rolled backward. She was no virgin, but not once had she felt the desire to
actually take a man between her lips. Her lack of experience in that area,
however, hadn’t stopped her from fantasizing over the years. God help her, she
desperately wanted to know what it felt like to bring Cole to pleasure with
nothing but her tongue and mouth.

“I want it.”

Callused fingers stroked her cheek as Cole brought the bulbous
tip to her lips, tapping lightly. Noelle drew him between her lips, encircling
the thick rim. She curled her fingers partway, as far as it could go, around
the massive cock. Lids lowered, Noelle chanced a peek at him. She was rewarded
by the expression of sheer pleasure and agony on his face with each pull of her
mouth on the dripping cockhead, lapping up the salty fluids.

Cole was ever so silent except for the few breaths of air that
escaped his lips as she suckled hard, drawing out copious amount of pre-cum
from the dilated opening. When his fingers suddenly twisted in her hair, lifting
her from his enticing shaft, Noelle cried out.

“Why?”

A lazy smile spread across his rugged features. Noelle blushed,
realizing how petulant she might have sounded, like her favorite treat was
being denied. In answer, he pushed her backward on the mattress. His fingers
went to her pussy, lazily caressing her soaked vulva. Cole pressed his lips on
her swollen and pulsating clitoris.

“Do you know what I want?”

She hoped so and thankfully he didn’t keep her guessing. Noelle
turned on her side as Cole held her legs open, staring at her exposed cunt like
a thing of beauty. He laid beside her, his powerful legs facing downward, hips
ever so close to her face, and buried his head between her thighs.

Noelle groaned in anticipation and gazed lovingly at the cock
thrusting toward her face. Wrapping her hands around his waist, she felt the
first divine flicker of his tongue on her sex. Noelle darted out her tongue and
licked along the base of his shaft. Clear fluids trickled from the tip,
coursing down the astounding length.

 So damn beautiful. It sent her spiraling. His cock was swollen,
the broad head a deep shade of red and thick veins visible on the base.

Using the edge of her tongue, Noelle licked away the salty drops
as they fell from the engorged head. At the same time, his mouth closed over
her clitoris. Noelle buried her face into his groin unable to help herself. The
juicy cockhead tasted so good, a thousand times better than her fantasies. How
she loved it. Dark brown hair tickled her nose and the heady scent of his
arousal wracked her body with wanton desire. The tugging sensation on her clit
made her belly coil with heat and her womb tighten. Noelle closed her eyes,
reveling in the sensation.

Heaven help her, Cole was suckling her clit and she never wanted
it to end.

“Cole!” To her absolute joy, he tightened his hold around her
waist and continued sucking to his heart’s content.

Her cunt watered. Greedily, Noelle closed her mouth over his
penis, sucking hard. Oh God. He tasted more delicious than a minute ago. She
would never get enough of him. Noelle rocked her hips into his face, rubbing
her pussy on his mouth, lips stretched taut around his huge cock.

The small room was silent save for the creaking of the bed as
their bodies moved together in a slow rhythm. Swirling her tongue around the
cock hitting the back of her throat, Noelle gazed out of the corner of her
eyes. All she could see was a mass of brown hair between her thighs. Cole had
his face pressed so close to her pussy, indulging in the taste of her.

When his tongue dipped into her moist center, Noelle moaned and
pushed her pussy even more into his face. Sweet mercy, if she could hold his
head there and have him lick her for hours…Her mouth fell open on the thought.
Her jaws slackened around his penis. “Don’t stop,” she pleaded.”

He flexed his hips and pushed his cock deeper into her mouth.
Noelle mewled and gripped his shaft, tonguing the underside then the entire
length down to his large testicles. Flicking her tongue against the delicate
skin she squeezed gently. “Do you like it when I do this?”

She felt his subtle nod against her cunt and Noelle lowered her
head until his sac was above her mouth. She drew the first testicle between her
lips. His cock bobbed above her head, tiny drops of pre-cum splashed onto her
face with each pull of her mouth on his balls. Cole’s mouth remained on her
until Noelle felt her legs tremble. His grip on her leg tightened and she was
thankful for it, grateful he continued the delightful strokes.

Pleasure wracked her entire frame as Noelle opened her mouth over
his prick, sucking hard. Inside her head, Noelle cried out her passion. She
fastened her hold on his length, stroking what was impossible to fit entirely
in her mouth. The engorged tip was pressed exquisitely against the palate of
her throat. Her heart filled with bliss. It could get no better than
this—Cole’s delicious cock so deep inside her mouth, his tongue lashing across
her folds.

And then she felt it. What she had been waiting for, craving from
him for so long. His prick jerked inside her mouth. Anticipation and hunger
sent her blood boiling. Yet, so cruelly, Noelle felt him pulling away, although
his tongue remained on her cunt, laving in her juices.

Mewling in protest, Noelle slid her lips along his cock swaying
heavily in front of her face. A splotch of cum fell onto her lips. His body
tense and his mouth stilled on her pussy.

“It’s all right,” she whispered, stroking his lower back and
stunned that she still held the ability to talk. Her heart ached, knowing he
was worried she wouldn’t accept his seed inside her mouth.

His fingers dug into the flesh on her bottom, holding her to his
mouth as Noelle closed her lips over him once again, taking as much of him as
she could. His cock pulsed above her tongue and Noelle felt her toes curls as
her orgasm ripped through her. Hot, thick ejaculate poured into her mouth and
down her throat. She wanted to weep from the pleasure of it. Below her, a harsh
sound more like a wounded animal split through the air. Noelle froze for an
instant before her heart thundered and her eyes moistened. That horrid yet
guileless sound came from Cole groaning his orgasm. She wanted to hear it a
million times over and God help her, she would.

Chapter
Nine

Cole raised his head from between Noelle’s thighs. He had made
that embarrassing sound. The one thing he’d tried so hard to keep from not
happening with her. It felt like a fucking curse. Of all the tones he could
produce, it was only at the height of ecstasy that his fucked up voice box was
able to function. And now Noelle was probably terrified and disgusted with him.

He looked down at her. Damp, strands of jet-black hair spilled
across her face. Her pretty lips were still locked snug around his prick.
Noelle was so damn sweet. He knew she had tried to take his entire cock inside
her mouth, but couldn’t. Fuck, if she didn’t make him proud. Her pussy was like
the sweetest chocolate and he was glad he had never tasted another woman before
her.

Noelle
, he called to her silently. Cole touched her cheek,
coaxing her to look at him. Her head lifted and those delectable lips parted as
he pulled his softened prick from her mouth.

 Those lovely brown eyes gazing back at him, made Cole swallow
hard. She had heard him, that awful sound he’d tried so hard to avoid making in
front of her.

 Taking a hold of her arm, he hauled her beside him.
“I’m
sorry,”
he signed.
“I didn’t want you to hear that. It was ugly. I
know.”

The best moment of his life, having Noelle in here, pleasuring
and receiving pleasure from him, was about to go up in smoke before his eyes.

Her brows narrowed. “But, Cole, you made a sound.” She tilted her
lips into a half smile. “It wasn’t pretty, but still. Can you make more? Have
you tried it?”

Only a million times. Why else did he have that stupid mirror on
his dresser, because even after so many years and numerous failed attempts,
he’d still held out hope that whatever was wrong with him, would one day fix
itself without rhyme or reason.

He pointed to the mirror and watched as the excitement on her
beautiful face wilted with disappointment.

“Oh, so you’ve tried.”

He turned to her.
“You expected more.”

She drew back and stared at him. “If you believe that then you
must think I’m a selfish person.”

If anyone was selfish it was he. He was withholding information
from her. Hadn’t mentioned to her that he would be leaving at the end of
summer. For Noelle, this room might be excusable because it was just a place on
the ranch for the hands, but if she got a glimpse of his actual home, the main
house and the small guest house he used as his own, she’d probably do what any
other woman accustomed to luxury would do. Turn her nose up and scurry for the
fastest way off the property and out of Elk Basin.

He wouldn’t be able to blame her. What right did he —a lowdown,
speech impaired, white cowboy have to dream of a woman like Noelle taking up
residence with him in some country-ass town, worse than Copper Mesa, where
she’d probably feel and look out of place.

“Is that what you think of me, Cole, that I’m disappointed you’re
unable to speak?” She brought her legs together and he noticed the subtle way
she placed both hands over her tits, shielding herself from his view. He wanted
to pull her hands away and roll her onto her back with her legs splayed wide
for his viewing, but he couldn’t. The only way he could get her to understand
was to reach onto the damn night table for the pen and paper he’d learn to
carry with him at all times.

He did so and began scribbling. He disliked doing this, each time
he had to pull out the paper and separate himself from everyone else.

A woman like Noelle needed someone strong. Sure he had the
physical attributes more than covered, but she also needed a voice. Someone who
would stand up for her, and let people like her father know it was unacceptable
to treat her the way she was being treated.

It pissed him off to no end, the way her father had spoken to her
and how she accepted it as if she had it coming to her. He hadn’t expected that
from her and to be honest, he sure as hell didn’t want to see her putting up
with taking shit from anyone. She was a thousand times better than that and
deserved the best, not just from her father, but from him too.

The knowledge that there was only so much he could do for her was
painful to admit.

Cole ripped off the piece of paper and handed it to her. Her eyes
scanned the words.

Noelle. This is a big thing between us. No, I don’t think
you’re selfish, beauty. Just look, instead of holding you in my arms and
talking to you, I had to separate myself. If you stay the night and the lights
are off, there won’t be any quiet talking or laughing with me. Never.

He had drawn a line below the word ‘never’ to emphasis his point.
I can’t stand up for you sometimes like I would prefer. I’d never allow
anyone to harm you, but I can’t give you a voice, beauty.

She lifted her gaze to his and smiled softly. “I don’t need you
to stand up for me. You or anyone.” Noelle tried to widen her smile but he
could see the pain behind her eyes. “Even if your friends who don’t like me
tried to hogtie and haul me off the property if they found out about us.”

Cole knew she was grossly exaggerating yet he couldn’t help but
shoot her a deadpan look. If anyone dared so much as lay a hand on her, he knew
he would go insane and cause bodily harm to the fool.

She moved away and lay on her back. “Do you have a problem with
me being black?”

Cole frowned. If he did, would she be in his bed with him
thinking of nothing but ways to make her happy and stay with him?

She smiled at his reaction. “I can’t change that and I wouldn’t
want to. You can’t change who…how you are either, it’s you. Cole. That’s all
there is to it.”

She made it sound so simple.
Could
it really be that
simple? The way she put it. Not for once did he see the color of her skin as a
slight against her. He only saw her as Noelle, the woman he cared for. Could it
be that easy for her to deal with his shortcomings?

Cole felt her hand on his stomach. He twined his fingers with her
before signing,
“What is this?”

“What is what?”

He pointed between them.
“Us. Is there an us?”

Noelle looked away for a second, then said. “You’re the first
person in seven years to see me naked. The only person that I’ve allowed to get
this close to me.” She swept her hand across his fingers. “You’re mine and you
have to know by now that I want to be yours.”

The sweetest words in the world. Nothing else, none of the
worries could compare to the way her words made him feel.

He kissed her forehead and his chest tightened even more when she
said. “Cowboy, you know what? I think Mr. Somerset might have splurged a bit on
this mattress.”

Cole grinned and lifted an eyebrow. Noelle leaned into him. “It’s
starting to feel really comfortable. Making me sleepy.”

His heartbeat sped. She wanted to stay with him. He’d never spent
the night in bed with anyone before. Noelle being his first made it all the
more worthwhile and special.

He tugged on her hand and brought her up beside him onto the
pillows.
“You look good in my bed.”

“It feels good.” She scooted closer, cuddling into his arms.

By the time Cole glanced down at her again, she was fast asleep.
Lying in bed, he was content to simply watch her. She’d said no one had seen
her naked except for him in years and innocent as her words were, he had to
bite back his hatred for whoever the man or men were.