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Strip Poker	By : Garnetary Category: +G through L > G.I. Joe Views: 4354 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Hangar Foreplay
- 2-It Takes Two
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Strip Poker
Chapter 2 - It Takes Two
By: Garnetary
Disclaimer: We do not own or profit from the use of these characters. See chapter 1 for additional disclaimers.

Ace entered his darkened quarters, whistling expectantly. His short mission went smoothly but not fast enough as he kept thinking of what the night might hold between him and the feisty tank jockey. He placed a newly purchased bottle of fine wine in some ice to chill before he cleared his small table and set out his poker chips and cards. He took a quick shower and just finished dressing when he heard the tap at his door. He smiled as he looked at the clock. Answering the door, he greeted, "Evening, Runway. You are five minutes late."

Playing the game, Cover Girl explained, "I couldn't help it. I dozed off and then had to…"

Ace interrupted her excuses, "No, no, Sweetheart. You are late and that means you play by my rules tonight."

"If you say so," she cooed, stepping inside the Captain's quarters.

Ace pushed the door shut and immediately wrapped his strong arms around Cover Girl, pulling her into a deep, passion-filled kiss.

"Mmmm," she sighed as she returned his kiss and leaned into the pilot. "We could just skip poker tonight," she whispered seductively.

Ace grinned and wanted to eagerly take her to his bed now but didn't want to rush their first night together. "We have plenty of time, Court. Just relax and enjoy," he finally replied.

"Oh, I'm relaxed and I'm sure I will enjoy," she confidently answered, kissing him again before looking around his place. The poker pieces on the table drew her attention. It was not like the table in the recreation room when the guys played. She felt his fingers reached for the bottom of her shirt as a tingle of want slid up her spine. Suddenly, she pulled away and turned around, scolding, "No you don't, Hotshot. If you wanna play, you're gonna have to wait."

"If you insist," the pilot dejectedly pouted before he remarked, "No shoes. You can leave them by the door."

She smirked at him as she kicked off her shoes revealing her stocking feet.

Ace wished that he would have seen her bare feet emerge from the shoes but mused at her ingenuity. "How about a glass of wine to start off the night?"

"I'd love some," she answered, licking her lips and watching him walk over to the counter. "So, what are your rules for tonight's game, other than no shoes?" she asked, walking to the table and taking a seat in front of the deck of cards; it was obviously his spot. Her eyes scanned the table and chair looking for places for the pilot to cheat by hiding cards.

Ace poured two flasks of wine and carried them over to the table. "Rules? What rules? Anything goes," he smirked.

Cover Girl laughed as she took her flask of wine. "I like anything goes. If I'm in your seat, you're gonna have to move me," she defiantly told him.

"Now that is very tempting, my dear." He tipped his glass towards hers and toasted, "To an eventful night. May the best man…or woman win."

Cover Girl clinked her glass to his and then took a sip of the chilled wine. After a few more sips, she sat her glass down. "Mmmm, very good. I see you not only cheat, but you also try to get your opponents tipsy?" she questioned, arching a brow.

"I don't cheat, Sweetheart, but a little bubbly never hurt the competition," he joked. He watched her, tempted to take her up on her offer to physically move her from his chair. "You know, if I move you, we may never get started on this game."

"So?" she countered, batting her eyelashes and picking up the deck of cards, slowly shuffling them. Her eyes watched his, waiting to see if he protested but amazed that his facial expression did not change. "Do you mind if I deal or would I be stepping in on your domain?"

"You are relentless, Courtney," he murmured, taking a seat beside her. "You go ahead and deal. The rules are…loser removes an article of clothing the first two times. After that, the winner dictates which articles are to be removed."

Pursing her lips together, Cover Girl nodded. "So, my first two lost hands and your first two lost hands, we both independently choose what we remove," she repeated. "After that, it's whatever the other requests."

"Yes, Ma'am. And because you were late," Ace continued, intrigued by her unwavering confidence, "if the winner receives a straight or royal flush, he not only chooses what must be removed but gets to remove it, and it doesn't have to be an easily accessible item."

Immediately cocking an eyebrow in his direction, she commenting, "Interesting punishment. How lucky are you at receiving one of those?" She knew that the odds were stacked high against receiving a straight or royal flush, but she didn't put anything past this poker-playing pilot.

"I have received my share of luck," Ace slyly answered. "Okay, deal them out, Court."

"You got it, Mr. Hotshot." Cover Girl dealt the first two cards. She had two jokers. "Well?" she asked.

Ace watched her smug smile. He tossed in his first chip, liking his hand of an ace and queen of hearts.

Cover Girl tossed in her chip and raised him another one.

"Confident, aren't you?" Ace proclaimed, calling her bet and raising it.

Cover Girl matched his bet and stopped. They weren't playing for cash so why take up the precious time betting when they could keep the game moving, her overactive mind told her. Laying down the face up cards, the bets circled the table again, each raising the other's bet twice around. "Okay, your moment to shine, Hotshot."

Ace smiled and laid down his flush of hearts: ace and queen plus joker, ten, six

She laid down her 3-of-a-kind joker match as she looked at Ace's hand. "You seem to definitely have the luck," she grumbled good-naturedly, reaching up and pulling her hair loose from its ponytail holder.

Ace chuckled. "I see you are quite prepared. You have socks and hair accessories, and you think I cheat?" he good-naturedly quipped.

Cover Girl smiled sweetly as she combed her fingers through her hair. "I am prepared, Armbruster. You should have never warned me. See, I play to win, but if I lose, I want to make you work for your win."

"Touché, my dear," Ace answered, gathering the cards. "Round number two. Just remember, if you lose this one, the next loss is my choice."

"Oh, I remember, and I'm ready for you," she confidently retorted, watching him shuffle and then deal their cards.

After their rounds of bets passed, Ace nodded to his opponent. "You go first, Krieger. Show Papa what you have."

Cover Girl scrunched her nose since she knew she had a weak hand. "Two lousy jokers." She was beginning to think the jokers were jinxing her.

Ace grinned and laid down his full house. "Jokers and nines. What will be your missing article now?"

Cover Girl rolled off a sock, tossing it at him. "Refill my glass, Hotshot, and stop gloating."

As Cover Girl took her turn as dealer, Ace grabbed the bottle of wine and topped their glasses off. His eyes looked over her outfit as he filled her glass. He leaned over and whispered in her ear, "Don't worry. I only have a few pieces to remove."

The feel of his warm breath on her neck sent shivers down her spine. She barely listened to him but diverted her eyes and looked closer at his clothing. "Let me guess. You only plan on losing thrice?"

"I don't plan on losing at all, but if I do, it'll only take four losses," the pilot revealed, planting a kiss on her forehead.

"Ooooh, so tempting," she growled before smiling and pressing her lips to his.

Ace sat the bottle down and trapped her head between his hands, burying them into her thick, soft auburn hair. He kissed her deeply, looking forward to that soft hair sprawled across his naked chest.

The next game revealed each of them with a full house. Ace had 3 jokers and 2 fives; Cover Girl had 3 queens and 2 tens. With glee, she watched the pilot remove his outer shirt. "This time you got those pesky jokers."

As Ace unbuttoned his shirt, he shook his head. "I think you stacked the deck."

"Not me," Cover Girl cooed innocently.

The two Joes exchanged a kiss and then continued to play their game. Cover Girl managed to lose her shirt when she lost the fourth hand and had to remove whatever Ace requested. She was sure that the pilot assumed her bra was under the shirt but instead he found a layered tank top.

He smirked and waited for his next win, which came the fifth round. As tempting as it was to have the longhaired tank jockey remove that tank top, he pointed to her pants. Cover Girl slipped off her jeans. Retribution came when she won the sixth hand, and Ace removed his undershirt.

The now shirtless pilot retrieved the cards as she dealt hand number seven. He bet low and imagined the wheels spinning in his opponent's head. "Okay, Court. Lay 'em down."

Cover Girl laid down a 3-of-a-kind match of aces. "Get ready to remove those pants," she gloated shamelessly.

Ace swallowed hard as he shook his head. "That is a lucky hand." He paused and laid down a ten from his hand. "However," he whispered, "I think this makes my royal beat your Trips." He laid down a joker, queen, king, and ace to complete his royal flush of diamonds.

In awe, Cover Girl gapped at that hand. "No way," she said in shock. "How'd you…That's not…I don't…." she stammered, shaking her head and looking at the pilot. "You planned this, didn't you?"

"Aaww, the cards don't lie. You sat right here and have been dealing right along with me. I think it's time for me to collect on the little royal/straight winner's treat." Ace got up and stepped over to Cover Girl. "Come on. Time to stand."

"But I don't need to stand if you remove my sock," she argued, sticking out her leg so that the pilot could remove her sock.

"Oh no, my dear. I could care-a-less about your sock," Ace scolded, extending his hand and waiting for the beauty to stand.

Cover Girl accepted his hand and felt herself pulled to her feet. Her heart pounded with excitement as she wondered what the pilot was up too.

Ace pulled the tank jockey closer to him, finding her lips and kissing her passionately. Without much resistance, Cover Girl returned his deep kiss and dragged her fingernails across his bare chest and through his black chest hairs.

Ace's hands encircled her waist, feeling her soft hands on his chest. Breaking the kiss, he pressed his lips on her neck, kissing her and listening to her moans. He slipped his hands under her top, feeling her smooth skin again and remembering the feeling from this morning. His hands moved purposely up her chest, surprised to not find a lacey bra this time.

Cover Girl tilted her head back, exposing her slender neck as Ace lavished kisses upon it. Feeling his hands run across her covered nipples, she lifted her arms, waiting for Ace to remove the tank top with shelf bra.

Ace's fingers worked their way around her back and then pushed the built-in bra upwards, freeing her breasts once again into his hands. He gave her one last kiss on the lips before he pulled her top over her head. His eyes fell on her breasts, and he immediately bent down to take a firm breast in his mouth as his hands supported the woman in his arms.

"Brad," Cover Girl moaned deeply, arching her back into him and feeling his bare skin on hers, his mouth and lips tantalizing her breasts. "Game over," she purred, moving her hands down to his jeans and unzipping them, feeling his erection.

"Whatever you say, Runway," Ace whispered, tearing his attention away from her chest and with lightening speed, cradled the tank jockey in his arms, heading for the bedroom.

Cover Girl wrapped her arms around his neck, forcing his lips to meet hers as they moved. The softness of the blankets enveloped her bare back and legs as she was lowered to the bed. With her arms still around his neck and their lips still connected, Ace was forced to join her.

Being able to move his arms and hands again, Ace traced his fingers down her luscious curves. From this morning's foreplay, he knew she was a woman in every sense of the word. Breaking the kiss, he started to trail kisses down her neck and around her collarbone before placing precise kisses down her chest before finding her breasts. His hands caressed them and then moved down her stomach, feeling her arch her back against him again.

Groans of want rumbled deep in her throat. She moved her hands down his back until she met the waistband of his loosened jeans. Effortlessly, she pushed them down bringing his boxers with them. His deep growl aroused her, and she gently stroked his shaft, feeling every inch of him. She squirmed with every touch that his hands made on her skin until they found the tiny strap of her thong. "You're killing me," she moaned delightfully.

Rolling his tongue across a nipple, he looked up into her beautiful face, finding her eyes closed and a smile on her lips. Leaning up, he kissed her softly and revealed, "I hope not, but this may help remind you of why you should never bet against me." His fingers lazily hooked around the strap of her panties, and he pulled them off her hips. He dragged the tiny piece of material down her long legs, collecting the lonely sock and tossing the items off the bed. He quickly pulled his pants the rest of the way off and then returned his lips to hers as his body covered hers. She was so soft to his touch that he wanted to explore every inch of her. He moved his mouth from her lips to her throat and back down to her breasts as his hands found the juncture between her legs to be hot and wet, waiting for him.

Another moan echoed in the room as she resumed her caresses along his back, down his rear, and back to his firm erection. She curved one of her legs around his waist, giving him better and uninhibited access to where his fingers had begun to explore. She gently rolled her hips as he stroked her. When he began to move his lips from her breasts, she lost her hold on his cock but found her fingers grazing across his muscular abs before his head passed her hands as he continued his downward trek.

Ace began to kiss her inner thigh as one of his hands moved back to her breasts and the other moved to the small of her back. He gently licked his way to her wetness, using his tongue to now stimulate her.

"More," she groaned, his lips sending quivers through her. She dug her fingers into the sheet and felt his hand pushing against the small of her back. She held back as she moaned and cried out his name. Not being able to take much more, her inner muscles began to tighten and she throatily whispered, "Al….mossssst." Her body shook with pleasure as her orgasm rocked through her. She could feel his breath and his last lingering licks. Her heart beat rapidly in her chest, and she gasped for air.

Ace slowly moved his hand from behind her back and started to leave tiny, appreciative kisses on her belly and up her chest. He gave each breast a gentle suckle before he returned to look at her lovely face. Her eyes were half-open, watching him, and that familiar glazed look shrouded them. He slowly caressed her body, moving his hands up and down the length from her breasts to her hips. He could hear her swift breathing and watched her chest rise and fall. "I think I found another weakness," he smugly smirked, looking at her lovingly and not believing that this beautiful vixen was lying naked with him in his bed.

Taking in a deep breath, Cover Girl smiled seductively, licking her lips. "If this is a weakness, then I'm screwed," she half panted, realizing the play on words.

"Only if you insist," Ace replied with a smile, rolling over on top of her and pressing himself against her legs, eager to fulfill her desire. He pushed her legs open and slid in slowly, stopping halfway and watching her eyes close.

"Ace," she hissed, using his codename and wrapping her legs around him. As he withdrew and prepared to thrust again, she rolled her hips to meet him, making his penetration full and complete.

Ace picked up the pace, driven by her fervor. One hand fondled a breast while he buried the other in her hair. Leaning down, he kissed her forcefully as he continued to pump into her.

She tasted his kiss hungrily and continued to grind her hips into his. She met each thrust with her own, keeping her legs firmly locked around his waist. As another orgasm built inside her, she tried to hold it back but he continued to stimulate her with each thrust. "Brad!" she cried out as she climaxed powerfully, clinging to him.

"Oh God, Court!" Ace's voice echoed in the small bedroom, as he came inside her. In a sweaty heap, he collapsed upon her, feeling her ragged breath and mixing his sweat with hers.

The former model felt completely limp as her body fought to replace air into her empty lungs. Her legs slid down, away from his waist, and rested on the back of his legs. She weakly embraced him, feeling his breath blow across her perspiring chest. They lay there in the dark bedroom with only the sounds of their erratic hearts pounding.

As their hearts and breathing began to return to normal, Ace lifted his head and stared into her face. "That was magnificent," he whispered, not wanting to move.

With a contented sigh, Cover Girl nodded. "Yes, it was. But next time," she suggested, "let's just skip the poker game and come directly here."

A weak laugh escaped Ace's lips as he agreed. He slowly pulled out, groaning at the movement. He gave her a kiss and rolled onto his back, collapsing beside her. "But then," he whined, "we miss out on all the foreplay."

Finding a sheet pushed to the side, Cover Girl pulled it across their nude, glistening bodies and rolled over on top of the fighter pilot. "Perhaps. I haven't felt this exhausted in a long time."

Ace lifted his hands and brushed her hair out of her face as she looked down on him and straddled his body. "Either that or you've been making love to the wrong men. I told you I always win."

Cover Girl smiled and leaned down to kiss him. "I like winners," she sensually admitted, pressing her lips against his. A renewed strength began to soar through her.

Ace returned her kiss passionately, surprised at finding the energy to do so and also surprised to find himself being pinned to the bed…not that he minded.

"Mmmmm," she purred, kissing his cheek and then trailing her kisses down his neck and chest as she scooted backwards. She felt a new erection forming and grinned.

This time, Ace groaned as she stimulated him. He could feel her sleek body slither away from him. "I think you are going to be the death of me, Krieger," he uttered the words, which sounded familiar as he remembered her speaking them earlier.

"I just don't like to lose," Cover Girl simply answered before returning to kissing his chest. Her hands found his shaft and after a few meaningful strokes from her hands, her lips and mouth covered it as she teased him with her sensual movements. Her tongue rolled over and around his penis, suckling it vigorously.

Ace tried to keep his hands buried in her hair but found himself arching up towards her, clenching his hands into fists and grabbing the sheets under him. Her tongue did things to him, and he groaned loudly as he appreciated her attention to him. After a few more strokes and licks, he grunted with satisfaction and contentment as her torturous mouth left him and started to kiss his abs, working their way back up to him.

With slow, careful moves, Cover Girl moved up his chest, nipping and licking his nipples. Her hands dug into his shoulder blades as she massaged his muscles, her soft skin sending shocks through him. She once again straddled him, bracing her arms on his shoulders and feeling his shaft press against her legs. With a grin of mischief, she looked into his piercing eyes and lowered herself back onto him, so that the tip was lightly pressed against her vagina.

Ace growled at her teasing and quickly placed his hands on her breasts, kneading them firmly but not roughly and rolling his thumbs over her sensitive nipples. He begged her to complete her game so that he could roll her over and assault her once more.

She slowly moved away from and then back to his penis, reading the pain growing in his eyes. His hands on her breast caused her to moan, and she slowly slid fully onto him, welcoming the feel of him inside of her once again. She moved partially up and then returned to envelope his fullness once again. The glassy look in her eyes met his pained one, and she leaned down to kiss him.

Ace quickly wrapped his arms around her and devoured her kiss viciously, an animalistic move that shocked the tank jockey. He neatly rolled them over and broke the kiss, beginning to pick up his rhythm.

Cover Girl cried out in surprise at the forceful thrusts but met him thrust for thrust, eagerly and quickly. "Oh dear, Lord!" she screamed as she climaxed violently, leaving no breath left in her body. She wheezed as she gasped for air.

Ace achieved ecstasy as Cover Girl fought to find air. He crawled up beside her and braced himself on his elbow, slowly stroking her face and wiping the hair away from her sweaty face. "Are you okay?" he asked worriedly.

She looked at him, thankful that he had not lain on her chest. She seriously thought she might die if any additional pressure to her lungs or chest was added. Slowly nodding, she closed her eyes and swallowed, feeling his gentle caresses on her face and bringing her breathing under control. She felt like she just ran ten miles in two minutes. Her heart thudded wickedly inside her chest, but her lips formed a gratifying smile.

Ace leaned over and kissed her forehead, still touching her face and brushing her hair away from her. When her breathing began to even out, he kissed her softly on the lips and retrieved the tangled sheet. Lying back down on his back, he slowly pulled her to him, cradling her lovingly and kissing the top of her head as he felt her heartbeat slow. Cocking his head, he looked at her flushed face as he arranged the sheet across them. "I think you have a fever," Ace whispered.

Finding her voice, Cover Girl answered, "I think you caused it." She curled up against his warm body and immediately drifted off to sleep. Her bed partner continued to smooth her damp hair down until he succumbed to sleep.

~Reviews and feedback welcomed. Thanks for reading. We may add chapters to this as new ideas present themselves to us.
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