Age of Angels, page 7
Then again, he felt like he was in heaven. He stepped fully under the hot spray, cleaned up, and enjoyed the moment.
8
Luke returned from the bathroom to see Naomi lying on the bed, her light clothes barely covering her hips. Her thighs were exposed, and her ass ready for the taking.
“Aren’t you cold?” he asked.
She turned to him, smiled, and shook her head before turning away. He glanced back at the bathroom, wondering about what had happened with the demon. Had he in some way done wrong? Of course, he had. But was it evil? Honestly, he already wanted to do it again. He also wanted to take it out right there and start stroking it to see if he could cum all over Naomi. Shaking his head, Luke hated the demon right then. A thought like that couldn’t be his. Right?
Yawning, he stepped over to the bed and paused. He looked down at the floor, debating whether he should give her some space.
Naomi turned to him again. “What’s taking so long?”
He gestured to the floor.“I was thinking that I should be a gentleman.”
“Don’t be silly. Just… Behave yourself.”
He nodded and sat on the bed, then laid next to her. He wasn’t used to sleeping in his jeans and was about to pull them off when he looked over at her and thought better of it. To his surprise, she had shifted and was now facing him. He studied her. Stunning angelic eyes, gold flecks with a hint of blue like the sky on a sunny day. Lips that pouted, almost begging him for a kiss. Her hand lying on the bed so gentle and smooth, calling for his to take it. So, he did.
Her eyes went to their hands clasped together, then back to his face. She seemed to lean forward, but he wasn’t sure. Was she telling him it was okay to kiss her? He went for it and leaned in, ever so gently brushing his lips against hers. She opened her mouth, and his tongue found hers. A gentle moan escaped her lips and then she pushed him away, eyes wide.
“What…?” she asked. “What are you doing?”
“I thought…”
He rolled over, stood, and went to the door.
“You don’t have to leave.” She sat up in bed. Her breasts hung in a way that made him want to cup them and take them in his mouth… There was no way he could stay.
Shaking his head, he said, “I’ll find a place to sleep. It’s for the best.”
The cold air outside hit him like a bucket of water, bringing him to his senses. A quick glance around reminded him that he only had his bike. Not much of a chance of sleeping on that. There had to be other options. His eyes settled on the lobby, thinking maybe that could be an option. He walked over, but paused at the sight of a young woman at the desk. She was watching TV but turned from it to glance at him.
This was clearly not the right option, because she had a devilish look in her eyes. He could almost feel the demon inside of him pushing toward her. With a shake of his head, he went back and opened the door to the room.
Naomi seemed to be asleep, or maybe she was pretending for his sake. Either way, he went back to the bed, grabbed his pillow, and lowered himself to the floor. There was no way he would be able to sleep in that bed with her. He was certain he would either try something or stay up all night thinking about what they should be doing.
Even on the floor, he spent the night overcome with images of her. More than once, he glanced up at the bed and imagined she was staring down at him. One time, his imagination had her standing there doing a striptease, her sexy clothes dropping to reveal that perfect body that he had seen when they first met. He imagined himself against the wall, her head bobbing up and down on his cock, and then him taking her from behind and slapping that petite little ass. He could smell her scent and it tore into him—the beautiful scent of her angelic pussy.
He woke more than once throughout the night with a raging boner, his hand caressing it. The demon and the beauty of her evil face was there, watching and laughing. He had no doubt it was her.
When the sunrise started to show through the opening in the drapes, he stood and shouted in frustration.
Naomi shot up in bed, hands out ready for a fight. “What is it? Where?”
Her eyes settled on his raging boner, visible beneath his jeans. Standing there with his face in his hands but watching her, he didn’t even bother trying to hide it.
He let his hands fall to the side. “She won’t leave me alone. The demon, she’s… Too much.”
“I hadn’t realized it would be so… hard.” Naomi looked at his bulge again and a hint of a smile formed on her lips.
“You think this is funny?”
His hands went to his belt and undid his pants. He was about to pull out his cock and show it to her to make a point. But, he realized that it had to be the demon again. Another shot of frustration hit him, only quelled by Naomi rushing to his side and pulling his hands away from his pants. She put his hands on her cheeks, and then put hers on his. They stared into each other’s eyes.
“What are you doing?” he asked.
“Trust me.” She closed her eyes and started to chant with their hands still holding each other’s face. Then, a wave of gold light flashed from her to him and flung the demon onto the floor. Naomi was on her in an instant, grabbing her by the neck and pinning her to the floor. “There. You need to teach her who’s boss.”
“Excuse me?” Luke stared from Naomi to the demon, Naomi with her stern expression, the demon trying to hold back a laugh. “How do I do that?”
“Grab her by the hair, and I don’t know…” Naomi looked puzzled. An expression that Luke didn’t enjoy right now. “Just show her who’s the boss. Come on, try it.”
“Yes, master.” The demon laughed. “Show me who’s boss.”
Luke really had no idea what to do, but followed Naomi’s instructions. He knelt at the demon’s side and wrapped her hair in his hands as Naomi let go and stepped back. The demon, smiling wide at him, thrust out her hand and grabbed his hard cock over his pants.
“You like it rough?” she asked, her other hand undoing his belt. A second later, she had his cock out and was stroking it.
He stood there holding her hair, feeling ecstatic as she moved her head toward his cock, licking her lips.
All he could do was meet Naomi’s gaze.
Naomi watched the demon’s tongue meet his tip, her chest rising and falling rapidly. Clearly curious, she seemed to be enjoying the show.
Luke looked down as the tongue flipped across his tip. He shuddered.
“Who’s the boss, huh?” He pulled her hair back and thrust her to the ground as he straddled her. His cock was still out, and the demonic urge took him. He grabbed her head with all his strength and thrust his cock into her mouth.
Naomi was kneeling at his side. After a few seconds of this, her hand went to his chest, eyes wide. “Not like this. This is… Her way. I meant…” She grabbed his cock and pulled it out of the demon’s mouth, then realized what she had done and stepped back as if her hand was on fire. “Tell her to stop doing that to me!”
“This is ridiculous.” Luke said. He turned away from the two, stood, and stormed off to the bathroom. The door slammed behind him. A small bottle of motel lotion sat on the counter. He opened, squirted it onto his cock, then stroked hard and fast. It couldn’t have been more than ten seconds later when he shot his wad into the sink.
He looked up to see the demon standing behind him, watching. Slowly turning around, Luke sighed. “I’m going to be drained. Aren’t I?”
“Yes,” the demon replied.
“Don’t listen to her.” Naomi scowled at the demon. Luke’s eyes moved back over to the demon. His mind filled with images of him bending her over and slapping her ass hard, showing her who was master, and more.
He glanced back at Naomi. “This idea of showing her who’s boss? Not exactly going to work.”
Naomi nodded slowly, looked at the demon, and said, “If you’re too weak to reach the church… we’re going to be in trouble.”
The demon laughed. “Oh, are you going to spank me?” She turned around and presented her ass. Luke almost went for it. Before he could move, the angel lifted her foot and kicked. It sent the demon crashing face-first into the shower, laughing. She came up with a face full of blue blood, wiped it away, and flung it at the angel. Then she leaped up and used the bathtub for momentum to fling herself at Naomi.
After tearing the angel’s clothes from her body, the situation escalated into a cat fight. Nice, but only because it was somehow, miraculously, making Luke hard again. He had no idea how that was possible in such a short amount of time, but as the two nude women grappled—and, in the small space managed to knock him into the bathtub as well, cock still out—it was all well out of his comfort zone. And yet, arousing. Less so when he hit his head on the wall, which hurt like a bitch.
Groaning, he pushed himself up, turned to the women, and roared like a lion. Both stopped, turned to him, and laughed.
“Roaring at us with your cock out?” the demon said. “I like it.”
Naomi shoved the demon off and muttered a chant, and the demon vanished as she flew back into Luke.
“Clearly, the best we’re going to get is her inside you and you doing your best to control your lust.” Naomi looked at his cock and shook her head. “Please, put that away.”
The angel couldn’t hide her look of interest, or maybe lust, as she turned and walked out. With a wave of her hand, light flowed around her and formed a new set of clothes. When she spun, the clothes formed into a beautiful dress. She looked at it, shook her head, and moved her hand again. This time, it formed into a gold version of a biker outfit—leather pants, jacket and all.
“Will this do?” she asked as Luke finished tucking himself away.
“Splendidly.” He walked past her and went for the door. “Come on, let’s check out.”
“Hold on a second. Are you annoyed?”
He turned back, realizing then that, yes, he was pissed. “I’ve been throwing myself at you, whether by my own volition or the demon’s, I don’t know. Exposing myself in many ways, and all you can do is… what? Is this rejection? It’s weird when coming from my guardian angel. I get that. I get that you’re supposed to protect me, and not take me, or whatever. But what we’ve done… For me, it was special.”
She pursed her lips.
“I don’t know,” he said, seeing she wasn’t giving him more. “Just, let’s go.”
“Luke,” she muttered, but then shook her head and walked out to join him.
9
Back on the road again, now with Naomi’s arms around his waist, Luke finally felt at ease. There was nothing like the open road to clear his mind, and since he had already orgasmed at least twice in the last twenty-four hours, he was able to focus on driving and the task at hand rather than his libido.
Luke loved the feeling of Naomi’s arms around him as he drove, the way that she squeezed tightly on turns or over bumps. The thought of her promise kept running through his mind, and he couldn’t help thinking of taking her. Over and over those images filled his mind, fueled by her proximity. While he couldn’t smell her because of the wind and helmets, he imagined her scent and the taste of her lips. When her hand started caressing his package, he almost thought it was another one of his fantasies. Then she reached into his pants, hand going to his balls as she whispered, “I hope this is okay.”
He simply nodded.
Her touch was so soft, like a hand covered in lotion without being all gooey. It was like those he had felt long ago, when he was a teenager and girls who had never felt a man before—or teenage boy, in his case—caressed him for the first time. Each touch managed to better understand what he had going on down there. But this was more than that, like she’d been dreaming of it for years and years, and only now finally able to caress him. Her other hand reached out, so that one fondled his balls while the other stroked his now fully hard cock. A shudder ran through him, and he looked around to make sure nobody else was on the road. It was only them, an empty road with trees on either side, green grass going on beyond that and leading up to the hills. If anyone had told him that he was in heaven, he would’ve believed it.
“Maybe we should pull over, take advantage of our time.” He even put on his blinker, but she pulled her hands away so he switched it off again and kept going.
“You know we’re in a rush. If I’m distracting you and we have to stop doing this so that we can make it to the church on time, so be it, but I’d rather we do this while you drive.”
He wasn’t going to argue with that. As much as he wanted to take her, he could appreciate her caresses for what they were. It wasn’t like he had to have sex to feel passion for her and her affection for him.
There was something about the way she touched him that brought him to near orgasm and kept him there while still enjoying her touch. Finally, after he felt like he’d had at least ten orgasms but without the mess, she pulled her hands away to caress his chest. He lowered one hand from the handlebar and put it on her leg. “I want to touch you now.”
“Don’t worry, you’ll have your chance.”
He wasn’t sure what to think about that but nodded, imagining what it would be like to bury his face between her legs, lapping up her heavenly nectar.
They rode all day, and arrived at the church as the sun set over the hills and the old church’s walls lit up orange. They got off the bike, Naomi giving him a quick kiss as she leaned in to say, “You are so hard, so huge. I can’t wait to have you inside me. But… Be gentle.”
He drew a deep breath, his insides about to explode with the excitement and frustration of having to wait.
Turning toward the church, he felt a kick inside him as the demon tried to resist.
“She doesn’t want to go in there.” He took Naomi’s hand. “Is this going to hurt?”
“Her? Yes.” Naomi squeezed his hand and started walking with him toward the church. “You? I’m not sure.”
He had meant for the demon. The thought that it might hurt him to enter with her hadn’t occurred to him. Now that he knew he was in for some pain as well, the idea of getting it over quickly so that he could move on to the lovemaking was prevalent in his mind.
“How is it that we’ll be able to enter this church, when we couldn’t enter the other?” Luke asked.
“This is the one, don’t worry. It’s all been arranged.”
Luke and Naomi entered the church, and that first step through the entryway sent a spasm through Luke’s leg. He stared down at it for a moment while considering taking his next step, then tried. An invisible force immediately threw him back and out of the church. Naomi turned to him and knelt at his side with her hands on his chest. Her lips moved in prayer. After a moment, she waved her hand over his eyes and then nodded.
“Let’s try this again.” She held out a hand for him.
“You’re certain?” He wasn’t sure he was ready for those spasms again. Pain already filled his belly like he’d been kicked in the balls, and he didn’t doubt that somehow the demon had accomplished that move while inside him.
He took Naomi’s hand, and a wave of relief washed over him that caused the pain to vanish. This time when he stepped into the church, it was more like a slight shock. Distant shouting sounded in his head as the demon protested. The building seemed empty as Naomi led him to the pulpit. Once they were there, she cleared her throat and a heavenly light fell upon them.
“Angel? Angel, whose name I have forgotten, Angel who is like an Oracle?” Naomi turned, looking around and up at the heavenly light and frowned. “Anyone?”
“What is that, some sort of communication system?”
She nodded. “More like a beacon. Spotlights calling to anyone nearby.”
“How long does it take?”
“Should be immediate, honestly.” She sighed, went over to one of the benches, and sat. Pulling her arms around herself, she pouted, and dammit, that was the cutest pout ever. If it wasn’t for the fact that she was an angel and he didn’t feel right about fucking in the church, he would’ve tried to take her right there. It wasn’t like there was anyone around to see, and judging from what she was saying about the heavens, things weren’t the same there right now. Meaning, maybe nobody would see them. Not even God.
That didn’t change the fact that it still felt wrong, and he was sure she would have many issues with the idea. So instead, he went and sat next to her.
“What now?”
“You mean, if nobody shows?” She reached out and took his hand again, giving it a tight squeeze. “I don’t think…” She perked up and then turned to her left, where a moment later the door opened. There in the doorway stood an old man. He didn’t wear a priest’s vestments or anything like that, simply a brown weathered sweater and creased pants. He looked at them through rimless glasses, his white hair combed over to the side. After a moment, he turned back into the doorway. “You can follow me.”
Naomi stood. “That’s him.”
“Him?” Luke stood with her.
She simply nodded, then dropped Luke’s hand as she followed the old man through the door. Luke jogged to catch up, realizing that around this Oracle of an angel, they apparently weren’t supposed to hold hands or really talk about anything. Maybe it was the idea of being quiet out of respect. But it felt wrong to him, because he needed to know what was happening. Entering the back room, he saw that the old man had a cot, some ropes, and—to Luke’s surprise—a massive broadsword. The old man saw him eyeing the broadsword and smiled. A twinkle of gold appeared in the man’s left eye.
“You seek me, child of the heavens?” The old man eyed them, waiting for an answer.
Naomi stepped forward. “We have come for your guidance, Oracle.”
“In what way?” the old man asked. And suddenly, as a kick hit Luke from inside, the old man’s eyes darted to him and went wide. “Wait a moment, you’re him. You’re the one with the three guardians. But… something is off.” He stepped up to Luke, tilting his head as he assessed the man. “Where are the other two? And… Am I right in my assessment that what you have inside you isn’t one of them?”
