New Joint Project Ch 7

Luke pulled up to the hotel, or what the GPS said was a hotel. When he looked at the row of matching small buildings and the neon flashing sign out front that read ‘enjoy the best time of your life’, he knew this wasn’t going to be the fancy experience he had hoped for. When he imagined making a move on her, he thought of a nice hotel, maybe some kind of theme to the rooms that made it all sexy and romantic. Not that Naomi was in any way making him think that was a possibility, but still. 

If it did happen, and considering that he couldn’t get his mind off her pussy, he really hoped it did… If it did happen, he wanted it to be somewhere nice. The low moan of disappointment that escaped his lips gave her an indication of what he was thinking. She patted him on the shoulder, got off the bike and removed her helmet.

“Hey, come on.” She gestured to the building. “It wasn’t like it’s going to happen, anyway.”

“Who said I was…”

“Luke, I’ve known you all your life. I’ve seen you go through your phases… I’m not judging. I’m saying I know what you would like. In this scenario.”

“It’s not gonna happen?”

“Just a room for the night. Nothing more.” She looked at him, smiled, and shrugged. “It’s not like we know if it would work, anyway.”

“I’m sorry? I don’t know what you mean. I guarantee it would work.”

“Not your penis. I mean, the whole action. Angel, after all.”

“You have the equipment. I’ve seen it.”

“Sort of, except that I don’t know if anything can go in there, really.” She glanced down, suddenly looking curious, but then shook her head. “I think that demon in you is really affecting me now that we’re in this situation. Come on, let’s check in and focus on the mission. Or whatever.” 

She headed off for the hotel—or rather, motel—reception office, leaving Luke to stare after her. He pretended not to watch her ass, pretended not to be imagining taking her and bending her over right there. Of course, he wanted that, and if the demon was involved in any way in this lustful moment, it was only to fuel the flames. 

Shaking his head, he locked up the bike with the helmets, then followed her into the motel to check in. It was going to be a long night.

They checked in easily enough, but as soon as they were in the only room that had been available—which happened have one king size bed—the sexual tension became a tad overwhelming. Luke once again had a raging boner. Naomi glanced at him, her eyes darting between his and his crotch, then went to the bathroom and closed the door behind her. A long silence followed.

“Do you even use the toilet?” Luke called after her.

“No.”

“So… What are you doing?” Luke moved two steps toward the bathroom, considering opening the door to offer release, maybe the two of them getting in the shower and having some fun. He closed his eyes and shook his head, waiting for a response.

After a few more moments of silence, Naomi replied, “I’m going to sleep in here, I think. Or maybe… I dunno.”

“Can’t you simply disappear? Go to heaven? Wherever you are when you’re not around me?”

“I’m always around you,” she replied. “Guardian angels become invisible. Sometimes we float around and stuff like that. Lately, the whole floating around thing is easy, ever since the change in the afterlife.”

“I see.” He glanced at the bathroom door one last time, then went over to the bed and threw himself onto it to stare up at the ceiling. One hand made its way down to the front of his pants, found his cock, and started stroking it. 

His eyes were still closed. He started to imagine Naomi, but then her shape transformed. Horns appeared, then blue-and-white skin with black streaks… the demon. She stroked his cock, working through his hand. He opened his eyes and rolled off the bed, landing right in front of the bathroom door, which was now ajar. Naomi stared out at him, and quickly shut it.

“Did you see…?” He stood, hand on the doorknob as he waited for a response.

“I might have been watching.”

“It wasn’t me.” He opened the bathroom door and saw her sitting on the toilet, hand between her legs. “Oh…”

She pulled her hand away and brought it to her mouth, her tongue flicking out and tasting her finger. She eyed him with guilt, and said, “Do it again.”

“Excuse me?”

“Touch yourself. For me. I want to see it.”

Licking his lips, Luke tilted his head. His overwhelming urge to please her took over, and without a second thought he undid his belt, unzipped his pants, and then pulled them down, underwear and all. His hard cock stood erect, veins bulging, head as large as it ever got. He started stroking it, eyes on her, watching as she watched him with lust and hunger. And then her dress was out of the way and her hand was between her legs, fingers moving in circles and rubbing vigorously. He moaned, stroking slowly now, licking his lips at the sight.

Suddenly, she was up and moving to him, then grabbed his cock in her hand and stroked hard and fast. Her lips met his. Her tongue tasted of honey, and her scent filled his nose with each inhale, bringing him into a trancelike state. The ecstasy of her touch sent warm tingles through his body. His breathing intensified, each breath harder and louder. 

Without warning, she pushed herself away from him and stared at her hands in horror. She had already touched him before, jacking him off. But now, it was like she was losing control, doing things she hadn’t planned. 

“Don’t stop…” He took a step toward her, nearly tripping with his pants around his ankles. “Please.”

She bit her lip and shook her head. “I can’t do this.”

“Yes, you can.”

Determination filled her eyes and she repeated, “I can’t.”

She stormed past him. He glanced over his shoulder to see her crawl into the bed and pull the blankets over her head, as the door closed. 

Ensuring the door was closed, he turned on the shower. She wasn’t going to do this. It needed to be done. He wasn’t about to get blue balls and be stuck in pain. 

The steam from the shower started to take on a womanly shape. Then wings and horns appeared, and he understood what it was. When that shape of steam knelt before him and took his cock in her mouth, he didn’t feel one ounce of guilt. The demon’s head bobbed up and down on him, and all he wanted was release. 

He grabbed the shower bar, moaning as he let the demon take him. Finally, release. The demon vanished as his cum shot all over the shower wall, washed away by the water. He stood there, feeling the aftershocks of pleasure, but also regret. Regret that it hadn’t been Naomi, and regret that it had been the demon. He didn’t know what that would mean yet, if anything at all, but knew it had to be wrong on some level. 

Then again, he felt like he was in heaven. He stepped fully under the hot spray, cleaned up, and enjoyed the moment.