Love Unspoken (14 page)

His cock hardened and the need for her intensified. Damn, he
could already feel the sperm churning in his balls for her. He leaned over and
kissed each breast. What he wouldn’t do for a chance to fuck her like this. He
prayed Noelle could see the need in his eyes and let him take her this way.

“Cole,” she moaned, watching as he reached below and lifted his
shaft toward her breasts. Using the tip, he brushed it against her nipples,
tenderly caressing while stroking the back of his hand against the curve of her
right breast.

“You want to fuck me there, don’t you?”

His eyes closed in relief at her question. He didn’t think there
was anyone on earth able to read him like his Noelle. She pushed her breasts
together and stared at him, anticipation and want reflecting in those vibrant
chocolate orbs.

That’s my girl, he thought. Unabashed and beautiful in her need
for his cock.

Gonna fuck you so good, beauty.
Then afterward he was
going to flip her over and fuck her all over again deep inside her welcoming
cunt.

Placing a hand on her shoulder, Cole lifted his penis and thrust
between her breasts. He held himself there and glanced at Noelle. Eyelids
lowered, her thick dark lashes fanned against her cheek.

 Man, he hoped she loved the way they looked together as much as
he did. Her dark skin was so beautiful around his cock. He gave another thrust,
deep inside the inviting valley, so turned on at the differences between them.
And not just the skin color.

She was his. The most attractive woman he’d ever laid eyes on,
soft and pliant beneath him, gazing with adoration at his penis cradled between
her breasts. She was all his and the knowledge shook him to his very soul.

 He looked down at her as she lifted her gaze to meet his. Her
lips were slightly parted. Cole didn’t need to touch her pussy to know she was
hot and dripping. He pumped slowly, his cock sliding in and out of the tight
passage she created for him with her tits.

Noelle lifted her head, and placed a hand on his stomach,
stroking right above the dark trail of hair. “I love having you on top of me,”
she whispered thickly, her eyes darting between his shaft fucking her tits and
his face strained with the effort not to drive her down into the mattress with
each thrust.

Her breath came in shallow pants. How she loved every bit of it.
Rearing back, he dug his fingers in her hair and pumped again. Her soft sighs
tore through him and Cole growled, as Noelle dipped her chin seeking out his prick.
With each thrust, she darted out her tongue to lick the engorged head.

Dear God. She was hungry again for his cock in her mouth. If he
let her keep that up he was gonna come all over her pretty face the next time
she licked him. He pushed her head back in order to keep his sanity.

“No,” she whimpered, trying to reach up and suckle the tip into
her mouth. “Please, Cole let me taste it.”

His breathing harshened but he kept pumping between her breasts.
It was so fucking hard to deny her. Noelle was spoiled to the core for his
cock. And he loved it. Loved the way her lips pouted ever so slightly as he’d
pushed away her face. Flexing his hips, Cole surged forward and back, fucking
her ripe breasts. 

Jesus, it felt good. He closed his eyes on the verge of giving a
final thrust when his gaze lowered to see Noelle slide her tongue across her
lips, her fingers clutching the edge of the sheet. She was so fucking sweet,
the best thing to ever happen to him and he wanted to give her the world.

Sliding from between her breasts, he kept his focus on her brown
lips, luscious and inviting, calling to him. Knees spread to get a better
access; Cole grasped his cock, brushing the swollen head against her lips. If
he wasn’t so horny and aching to get inside her mouth, he would have blushed at
the sight of his cock so close to her lips.

Her tongue darted out and flickered over the fluid glistening on
his shaft.

Cole blinked. He pushed his cock closer to her, watching as she
licked beneath the rim and slid her warm tongue over the head.

“You like it when I suck your cock, don’t you?” she asked,
dropping a kiss on the tip.

Like. Love. He wanted it every hour of the day.

In answer, he thrust his cock into her mouth before he shamed
himself and came all over her face. Cole groaned inwardly. What a sight that
would make—his cum on her gorgeous face. He thrust harder into her mouth. The
thought didn’t even bear thinking about if he wanted to last.

Her hands went to the sides of his thighs, gripping him as Cole
sank his fingers into her hair and pulled back, thrusting with force. He didn’t
want to be rough with Noelle, but her mouth and tongue felt like heaven on
earth. Warm and snug, there was no helping it.

Cole pumped his hips once, then twice, picking up a feral rhythm.
Noelle scraped her fingernails across his thighs, keening softly.

So, she liked having him on top of her. His large cock stuffed
inside her mouth. His movements quickened and intensified. He couldn’t stop
himself, with Noelle’s hands going around his waist, urging him on and pulling
him closer. Cole wrapped his hand around her hair and began fucking and
fucking, thrusting his penis as far as it could go along the passage of her
throat. Her body trembled beneath him on the squeaking bed.

Cole glanced at Noelle, her eyes were teary but gleaming with the
look of lust, uncaring as his balls slapped against her chin with each thrust. From
the sound of her sweet little moans, she was enjoying this as much as he was.
His beautiful perfect girl liked having her mouth fucked and stretched full by his
thick flesh. His cock. Only his.

His balls drew up and Cole growled, no longer ashamed of the
sound he emitted. Noelle’s eyes widened then her lids lowered sensuously. If he
didn’t know any better he’d think the horrible sound aroused her. That glossy
gaze softened on him and her lips cinched lasciviously around his penis,
suckling hard.

Gentling his pace, Cole gave a long thrust, paused, allowing her
greedy mouth to suckle from the tip. Panting hard, he pulled back and plunged
hard hitting the delicate palate of her throat. He threw his head back, seizing
her to him as the first drop of cum squeezed from the tip and slid down her
throat. He drew back just a bit and allowed his cock to slide along her moist
tongue, savoring the feeling of just being inside her mouth. It was a privilege
he would never take for granted, not even if they did this a thousand times
over. Above her tongue, his cock swelled and jerked. Coming. Cole groaned
inside his head, pumping gently in her face as ejaculate spurted from his heavy
shaft into her waiting mouth.

Deep in throes, he curled his fist around her hair and kneaded a
supple breast, slowly dying at the feel of Noelle milking his seed. When the
last of his orgasm ripped through him, reluctantly he withdrew his cock, half
hard and softening from the pleasure she had wrung from him. Glancing down at
himself, he tilted his head and moaned inwardly. Warm spurts of clear semen
spilled from the slit. God in heaven, hadn’t he just given her a thick load? And
he was still coming. He lowered his gaze at Noelle and blushed, feeling like a
boy unable to control himself.

Then he felt her smooth fingers on him. He chanced meeting her eyes.
Through lowered eyelids, she returned his gaze, her eyes slanted with passion
and the knowledge of a woman who knew she could bring a man to his knees. With
the back of her hand she stroked his length. Her eyes remained fastened,
riveted to his prick as if she were silently pleading with him to climax for
her again. Just like that, his cock twitched, not wishing to displease her.
When the final shot of cum trickled out, Noelle leaned her head forward, lush
dark strand falling across her face as she lapped at the clear fluid like a
starving kitty.

She was killing him. With every lick of her warm tongue over his
cockhead and along the length, Cole thought he was going to die of pleasure.

No more
. He needed to regain control. Taking a deep
breath, Cole pushed away her hand and shook his head. He was going to have to
fuck her proper now that she had gotten him hard again. He climbed off her chest
and flipped her over onto her stomach.

“What are you doing?” She lifted her head, trying to look back at
him.

Cole pushed her legs apart and leaned over her back. Holding his
cock, he locked eyes with her and thrust home, seating himself to the hilt.

“Ohhh,” Noelle screamed, the sound echoing across the thin walls.

Bracing one hand on the bed and the other in her hair, Cole
fucked her hard, ramming the entire length of his cock into her sopping cunt.
She was gripping him so damn tight. Her pussy clenching around his shaft,
spurred him to fuck her with all his strength. She needed this as much as he
needed to give it to her, he told himself as the mattress protested and her
body shuddered beneath his large frame.

“Oh God, Cole. More. Fuck me harder. Your cock feels so good.”

He wanted to answer her so badly.
Love your pussy, Noelle.
Love you so damn much it hurts.

Cole grabbed her hair and lifted her head to press his lips to
her nape. She rubbed her ass against him and her cunt felt like heaven, pulsating
around his cock. Her pussy was still so small yet she fit him like a glove,
molding perfectly around his cock from the amount of times he’d fucked her in
the past weeks.

Cole pressed his lips to her slender neck and closed his eyes. He
wasn’t going to last. He pumped harder just the way she liked it, rough with a
big cock slapping inside her.

Come on, beauty, come with me.

He heard a muffled cry and felt her legs quiver. She was pressing
her face into the pillow to stifle her screams. Cole lifted his head and in one
forceful thrust, he slammed home hitting the walls of her cervix. Burying his
face in the hollow of her neck, his muscles lagged as hot semen rolled up his prick
and ejaculated into her. He thanked God with every fiber of his being that he hadn’t
orgasmed before her. Noelle’s pleasure meant more to him than his own, than
anything else in this world.

Afterward, when the pounding in his chest settled to a faint
lull, he climbed beside her and slid his arms around her waist, drawing her to
his side.

“Did I hurt you?”
Cole
signed, after reluctantly
moving his hand from her hips.

She cuddled into him, throwing her arms around his shoulders.
“You could never hurt me. I love everything we do together. I…” She broke off
and gave him a small smile then kissed his lips instead of finishing what she
was about to say. What he hoped she was on the verge of revealing. He wouldn’t
rush her about this or anything else. Not when he hadn’t offered up any words
of love or commitment. How could he, when he feared the possibility of running
her off because he had nothing else to offer?  Worse, he still hadn’t informed
her that he would be leaving in a few weeks. He would have to do so soon, but
he hated that in telling her, it would make the impending separation all the
more real.

His chest tightened with guilt as she leaned her head on his
shoulders. He really needed to do better. He was bone tired but he no longer
felt it. Being with Noelle just made him want to work even harder. He wanted to
fix up the ranch and make it a place she’d be proud to visit or, dare he hope,
live with him one day.

Chapter
Thirteen

Another day of house hunting. Sighing, Noelle climbed into her
car and turned the engine. She had hoped to find maybe a small house to rent,
since there were virtually no decent apartment buildings until the next town
almost forty-five minutes away. That was out of the question. The distance was
too far from Copper Mesa. She would be too far from Cole. Unacceptable. For so
many years she only had herself to think about, throughout all the wrongs and
then it was about her seeking forgiveness and allowing herself to become lost
in the process of trying to please her parents. But now, she had someone else
to think about. Cole. Not just him, their relationship…and what it would mean
when she told him the real reason her father had a lack of respect for her.

Cole was bound to be disappointed and shocked. The only thing
that gave her hope was his incredible treatment of her. Always caring and
tender as if she was the most precious thing on earth. Cole would understand
and Noelle knew he would be able to get over it and not make her feel dirty and
disgusting.

Noelle tilted her wrist and glanced at her watch. Time was
catching up on her today. She still had to finish up on work, first a stop over
at the Wayland Ranch, a couple miles from her home and then on to Mr.
Somerset’s place.

Minutes later, Noelle arrived across town on the second largest
cattle ranch in southern Colorado. Mr. Wayland, the widower and owner of the
ranch, always took these visits as an invitation to sit down to tea and coffee,
when all she wished to do was retake the man’s order for cattle feed.

Normally, she’d indulge the old man for the sake of her job and
keeping up appearances but today she wasn’t about to put up with it. In and out
then over to the Somerset ranch. Maybe if she was brave enough and in the mood
she would finally tell Cole the truth of why she was getting the cold shoulder.
After all, the worst was over. She’d weathered the storm so to speak. Her
father, mother, everyone on the ranch knew about her relationship with Cole and
she was thrilled about it, proud that they all knew she belonged to him and he
to her.

So what if her father hadn’t spoken to her beyond reminding her of
her duties to the company and the family? Fine by her. If he wanted to continue
seeing her as his druggie daughter who doesn’t know how to run her own life,
there wasn’t anything she could do about it, except try to find happiness away
from him with someone who wouldn’t judge or make her feel like a piece of shit
for falling off the tracks.