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Restrain the Ranger	By : CrystalOfEllinon Category: +G through L > G.I. Joe Views: 1601 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Here it is, dammit. The smut I was challenged to produce by my wonderfully perverted fellow authors. You know who you are…

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“The hell you talking about?” Beach blinked at Covergirl’s feet; since she was currently underneath a Humvee it was all of her he could see. And also thanks to the several thousand pounds of metal between his ears and her mouth, whatever she’d just said had come across as “Mmrfh ung nng ummph.” “You got a spoon? I miss something?”

They were alone in the motor pool; Courtney was working after hours again. Beach Head had long since figured out that this was both a good time to earn brownie points by hanging around and making himself useful by fetching tools. It also regularly provided pretty good viewing; Courtney had a habit of bending over really far to reach engine parts, and interesting things jiggled under her tank top when she was wrestling with particularly reticent bolts. Beach took a great deal of pleasure in the fact that he was the only male who could ogle her without suffering immediate verbal abuse and thrown tools.

Courtney scooted out from under the vehicle and gave him a look of utter tolerant bemusement. “I said that I’ve got the female bunkroom to myself tonight; Jaye’s in Borovia undercover.” She smiled. “And I just got something new that I want to show you.”

He grinned. “Yeah? And whut’d that be?” She liked lingerie, and got new bits of lacy frippery in every so often. And when she got new outfits to show him…well, it spelled ‘Good Night for Wayne.’

Courtney shook her finger at him. “Ah ah. It’s a surprise. You’ve got tonight off, right?”
“Yeah. Duke’s on as officer tonight.”

Courtney smiled that purely wicked grin again. “Oh, I am going to do such terrible things to you, Ranger man. My quarters, right after dinner.”

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Beach barely tasted dinner that night, which didn’t stop him from inhaling a heaping plate of minute steak, mashed potatoes, and mixed vegetables. Courtney ate more slowly, but then she couldn’t put away as much as him. They finished at about the same time, returned their trays, and sauntered as casually as they could up to the women’s bunkroom.

Usually, Courtney and Jaye shared the female quarters. On paper so did Scarlett, but she’d long since moved in to bunk with Snake Eyes, so that wasn’t an issue. Given the omnipresent difficulty for a couple when it came to finding privacy in an active military base, when either Courtney or Jaye were deployed or on leave the suddenly-private bunkroom became the locale of choice for the remaining couple.

Beach locked the door behind them; Courtney tugged off his balaclava, grabbed the shoulder straps of his tac vest, and dragged him down to kissable level.

A few minutes of increasingly heated necking later, she pulled away. Beach, already considering just stripping her clothes off and backing her against the wall, let her go with extreme reluctance. Courtney noted this; she ran a finger down his chest, smirking ruthlessly. “I’ve got a little surprise in mind for you, Ranger man. You just sit yourself down and get all nice and naked and I’ll be right out.”

She vanished into the tiny bathroom. Beach unbuckled his tac vest and pulled his sweater off, then sat down to wrestle with his boots.

Courtney liked to unveil new lingerie with a little bit of fanfare. Given what she looked like decked out in not very damned much silk and lace, he highly approved of and supported this habit. He even more highly approved of the fact that new lingerie and putting on a private show for him got her all sorts of hot and worked up, which meant he got mind-blowingly fantastic sex.

He shucked his pants and boxers and settled himself on the bed. Minutes ticked by. He frowned; it didn’t usually take her this long to get dolled up.

“The hell you doing in there?” He eyed the clock. “We gonna do this sometime tonight?”

“Wayne, you really know how to set the mood.” The voice from the other side of the bathroom door was dry. “Love the ladykilling skills. Really.” The door swung open. “You’re lucky I think big macho Army Rangers are cute.”

Beach had a retort prepared, but then he was staring at her and forgetting how unimportant things like “Talking”, “Thinking”, and “Breathing” worked.

Black leather. TIGHT black leather, hugging every curve of that spectacular body. So low cut that he was honestly surprised that her nipples weren’t peeking out. And a matching black thong. And thigh-high black leather boots with heels that could probably be used as a lethal weapons.

“Brand new.” She said cheerfully. “Just got them. What do you think, Wayne?”

“Unng?”

“Good.” She smiled wickedly. “I’ve got an offer for you, Wayne.”

“Uh?”

She brandished something; Beach, reluctantly tearing his eyes away from her cleavage, recognized it as two heavy-duty zip ties. “I want to tie you to the bed and fuck your brains out, Wayne.” Her voice was a low purr. “You game for a little rough riding?”

Logically, he knew that he was probably getting into way more than he’d bargained for. Logic, however, was one of the functions his brain had just shut down as “nonessential”.

And…well…also, it did sound like it could be kind of fun.

“Rules?” He managed speech with some effort. Her breasts were jiggling enticingly whenever she moved…

“I won’t leave marks. If it gets to be too much, “Ferragamo” is the safe word.”

That made him furrow his eyebrows. “The whut?”

She pinched the bridge of her nose. “If you want me to stop, you say “Ferragamo”. That’s how a safe word works.”

“Oh. Couldn’t ah just say “stop”? Seems simpler.”

“Oh, lord…just work with me here, okay?”

“Okay, but ah don’t see…”

“Shut up and lay down. You’re really a very bad boy to argue so.”

He grinned wickedly as he lay back. “You jus’ now noticed that? And here ah was under the impression that you were a fairly sharp one, princess.”

She stalked over; the stiletto heels made her hips sway even more than usual. She leaned over to take his wrist and secure it to the bedpost, incidentally getting a great deal of extremely nice cleavage right in his face. Beach had been at full attention since he’d caught sight of her; he leaned forwards and ran his tongue along the curve of one breast, tasting the salt of her skin.

She pulled back and slapped him lightly on the cheek. “Did I tell you that you could do that? Bad boy.”

He grinned unrepentantly. She tsked and secured his other wrist, then walked over to her dresser, bent over (which was enough to destroy all of his higher reasoning capability again) and pulled something out of the bottom drawer.

He furrowed his eyebrows again. “Where the hell did you get a riding crop, Courtney?”

“It was a prop for a shoot I did modeling boots years ago. I kept it.” She smirked and climbed back onto the bed, moving to straddle his thighs. She let her fingers run up his legs; his cock twitched, but she didn’t touch it. “Mm…you are so hot, Wayne. Do you want me? Do you want to fuck me till I scream your name?”

“Oh, gawd…” He concentrated on remembering to breathe. “Good gawd, woman…you know I do.”

“Good boy. But you don’t really want it bad yet.” She smirked.

She ran her fingernails up his belly and chest; he made a soft inarticulate sound of enjoyment and arched his hips in an attempt to grind himself against her belly. She scowled and slid out of reach.

“Naughty.” She pinched him on the thigh. “Did I tell you that you could do that?”

Beach twitched at the brief sting. Courtney smiled, leaned over, and traced her tongue over the slightly red patch of skin.

Beach whimpered involuntarily; his skin there was more sensitive than normal, and the teasing trace of her tongue sent an unexpected electrical shock through him. Courtney seemed pleased by the reaction; she smiled and moved higher again, slowly nibbling her way up his stomach and chest. He shivered as she found a nipple and ran her tongue over it. He was already hard, but he felt himself harden still more.

“Gawd, woman.” He groaned. “Gawd…I want you so bad, Courtney.”

“Oh, I bet you do…but do you need it, Wayne? Do you absolutely need it with every fiber of your being?” She straddled his chest and leaned over, keeping her spilling-over breasts just out of his reach. She smirked down at him as he whined in frustration. “I don’t think you want it that bad yet.”

Beach groaned. “You’re an evil, evil woman.”

“Why thank you.” Courtney smiled, then leaned over and opened the drawer of her nightstand and pulled out a can.

Beach furrowed his eyebrows, distracted momentarily. “Whut the hell…”

“It’s whipped cream, Wayne.”

“Ah see that. Whut…”

“Hush up.” She pressed the button on the can, carefully applying a dollop of surprisingly cold white dessert topping directly to his left nipple.

Beach squirmed. “Whut the goddamn hell are you doing, woman? That’s food. Why are you putting food on me?”

Courtney flicked his hip with the end of the riding crop; he jumped and she did it again, not quite hard enough to really hurt. Strangely enough, the slight sting, coupled with the very hot woman sitting on his chest and the throbbing in his groin, actually sent a pleasant little electrical shock through him. He shuddered slightly. “God, you really are hopeless…I should have gotten a gag for you too. It’s going on so I can lick it off, silly.”

“Oh.” Well. That was okay, then.

She leaned over and started doing exactly that. Beach moaned as that warm, clever little tongue traced over sensitive skin. His cock twitched, and he found himself unconsciously thrusting upwards. Unfortunately, there wasn’t anything there to grind against; he groaned in frustration.

“You like that, don’t you?” She purred. “Here’s something else you’ll like.” She sat back, and undid the hooks and eyes that kept that bustier on. Beach let out a breath as the tantalizing piece of leather was dropped to one side, giving him an absolutely spectacular view of perhaps one of the finest sets of breasts in the known universe. Courtney smiled and wriggled out of her thong too, the motion making her breasts bounce enticingly, and then settled herself back on his chest.

She was wet. He could feel it. She was wet, and warm, and he COULDN’T TOUCH HER. He whimpered again. “Baby…gawd…please…”

. “Ooh. Do you feel how hot I am for you?” She purred. “Big hot Ranger…Would you like it if I sucked on that big hard cock next?”

Oh, holy… “Yes. Oh please…Gawd, you’re so sexy, Courtney. Ah want you so bad…”

“Mm. How bad do you need it? Ask nicely for what you want and I’ll think about it.”

“Oh gawd…you’re tormentin’ me here. Please, baby. Please suck my cock.”

She hummed in approval. “Oh, you said ‘please’. Good boy. And since you begged so nicely…”

She slid down and settled herself comfortably, then slowly licked him from base to tip. Beach bucked his hips involuntarily. She repeated the motion, and he whimpered, pulling against his restraints.

Finally her lips closed over him and she gave one long, slow, careful suck. Beach groaned and gritted his teeth, willing himself not to come on the spot. She did it again, even more slowly; his world contracted to the hands and mouth working on his cock.

But then she let go; he whimpered, but then realized she was just moving up to straddle him. She slid down on him, and her back arched. “Ooh…oh, you feel good, Wayne. How does that feel?”

‘Fantastic’ was the only word that came to mind. She was slick, and hot, and tight, and he honestly couldn’t gather his thoughts enough to form an intelligible response. He just rocked against her, sliding even deeper, and gasped.
And then she rose off of him. Beach cried out in frustration and pulled against his restraints, wanting nothing more than to roll the woman underneath him and have his way with her. The plastic creaked, but the straps held.

“Ah ah.” She tweaked a nipple; he jumped and whimpered. “You’re to just lay still. I’m going to ride you until I get off. You’re not to move until then, and you’re not going to come until then. Because otherwise I shall be very disappointed in you, and you don’t want that, do you?”

Oh, Christ…he whimpered again and shook his head. She settled back down on him-slowly-and he gritted his teeth and concentrated on not moving as she began to move agonizingly slowly on him.

“Oh. Oh, yeah…” She sighed and sped up slightly; Beach bucked involuntarily. She froze in place and tweaked his nipple again. “Bad boy. What did I just tell you?”
“Ohsweetjesus…”

“No. I told you not to move. If you can’t listen, I’ll just have to punish you.” She reached for the riding crop and smacked him in the chest. “Bad boy.”

If he pulled a little harder, he was pretty sure he was going to break the headboard. “Oh gawd, Courtney…”
She started moving again. “Ooh…oh god Wayne…god, you’re hard. You’re loving this, aren’t you? Oh!” Her head dropped back. “Oh god…oh!”

Beach strained against the ties, threw his head back, and bit his tongue until he tasted salt and copper, but didn’t move. But then she was clamping down tight around him and crying out, and he bucked and then he was coming hard enough to set black spots to dancing in his vision.

After a few minutes of twitching and groaning and winding down, she cut the zip ties holding him to the bed. He caught her around the waist and settled her against his chest.

“You’re a crazy kinky little grease monkey.” He murmured. “Be the death of me yet, but ah love ya.”

“You like it and you know it.” She snuggled into him. “Love you too, Wayne. That was so hot. Maybe next time I’ll let you tie me up.”

He grinned.
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