JamieHawke
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New Joint Project Ch 6
🕑 Added 2020-04-07 13:00:03 +0000 UTC
When they finally pulled up to the large church, he eyed the ancient architecture and beauty of the stone walls. A well was outside, near a statue of an angel. It looked quite different from the angel whose arms were wrapped around him right now.
“What is it?” he asked at a groan.
Naomi had removed her helmet, too, her eyes roaming over the building. “I was wrong. This isn’t it. It’s so much farther away… Going to have to find somewhere to sleep tonight. Go there tomorrow.”
“I… see.” His mind raced with what that could mean. “Let’s hit the road, then.”
“Still…” She held her head.
“Your head’s hurting?” He put a hand on her forehead, checking for temperature.
She laughed. “I’m a guardian angel—I don’t get headaches. Or fevers. Something is attacking me. Making my memories… scattered. I’m getting a sense of tracking… something feels off. We need to rest.”
An uneasy feeling came over Luke, and he put a hand over his chest. “The demon. She’s been affecting me, too.”
Naomi nodded. “Of course. It makes sense, but I thought… Oh.” She shuddered, arms held tight around herself. “In the past, there were always three of us. I’ve never, I mean… I’ve never had to defend you against demons by myself.”
“And before me?”
“I don’t remember a time before you. If there was one, it’s gone from my memory.”
He nodded, for some reason feeling comforted by that statement. It wasn’t like she was his girlfriend, but the idea of her being with anyone else, especially a guy, rubbed him wrong. He glanced at the church and shrugged. “Can we stay there?”
She frowned. “Does one stay in a church?”
“Not usually,” he admitted.
“And with her inside you,” Naomi ran a hand over his chest, stopping with her hand over his. “I don’t think it would work. I mean, I don’t think we would even be able to enter.”
He considered that, glanced down at her other arm still around his waist, then let his eyes slowly rise to meet hers. “So, we get a hotel?”
“I think we have to.” Her eyes looked at him innocently, but after a second they widened. “Don’t get the wrong idea. Whatever’s going on in your mind, I will assume is because of the demon, and forgive you. Please, do try to restrain yourself.”
He nodded, unable to stop his mind from imagining the two of them in a hotel room. Images of them rolling around on a heart-shaped bed filled his mind, and images of the same in a hot tub, her hand on his cock, slowly caressing it, then pumping faster and faster. He started thinking of the two of them on the bed, him tossing her around, sheets tangled up with their limbs, the sweet taste of her pussy as he buried his face between her legs.
“Luke.” She stared at him. “Stay with me. Her other hand, the one on his waist, suddenly jerked over and grabbed the tip of his dick through his pants. Her eyes went wide and she withdrew the hand.
“I’m confused.” He glanced down, then back at her.
Her eyes were wide with horror at what she had done. “That wasn’t me. Maybe because I’m using my powers to contain her, and I’m feeling weak… But that wasn’t me.”
“If it was, you wouldn’t have to be ashamed of it. I mean, you have free will, now…”
“Stop it. I am an angel. A guardian angel, and yours.”
“I’m saying…”
“You’re saying that it would be okay for me to want you. For me to act on that. But what we aren’t accounting for is that it might be the demon saying these things. Maybe the demon who would entice me to do this, and the next day I would regret it. You might regret it, and we would both resent each other.”
He wanted to believe that wasn’t the case, that they could leap off the bike and take each other right there. As the thought hit him, though, he knew the demon was probably at least partially behind it. He had to laugh, because never in his life had he considered that lustful thoughts could have anything to do with demons. Now, he started to think how absurd the idea was, except that he knew that such actions would dissuade them from their task. So, it made sense that the demon would want him thinking this way.
He lifted his helmet and put it back on. “Let’s hit the road.”
“Yes, let’s.” Naomi put her helmet back on, wrapped her arms around him, and held tight.
He couldn’t help noticing the way her hips were tight against his, her breasts pressed against his back, and her heavy breathing as they rode.
And ride they did, as fast as he could without having to worry about the police. On long stretches of road when he knew it would be fine, he reached well upward of ninety miles per hour. He was letting his sexual frustration out via the road. People often called some motorcycles crotch rockets, and now he understood why Although, this one wasn’t exactly a crotch rocket, as it allowed for less leaning forward. For once, he was thinking of something nonsexual. Passing a large billboard for a nearby diner that had a sign for beef stroganoff, he had an overwhelming urge to feed his desires with delicious creamy pasta and meat.
“Hungry?” he asked. “We’ll need to eat before we find a hotel. We don’t know if they’ll have food there, and if we’re weak… We might succumb to our desires.”
“My thinking exactly,” she said, and gave him a tight squeeze.
