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Motorpool Lovin'
By : ladytayla
Category: +G through L > G.I. Joe
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Disclaimer: I do not own GI Joe, and make no money from this story.
Chapter List
- 1-Motorpool Lovin'
- 2-Unruly Ranger Sex
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“Watch yourself, Clutch...” Dusty came walking around the corner of the armored vehicle garage. He kept moving quickly. “Beach is headed this way, and he's on a holy tear of destruction over something.” The desert trooper disappeared without stopping.
Clutch was up out of his beat-up lawn chair in an instant, scrambling to follow Dusty out of sight even as he heard the distinctive stomping of heavy boots favored by one certain ill-tempered Ranger. “Craaaap..” He spun around at the last instant, frantically looking for anything nearby. Spotting a discarded piston, he grabbed it up just as BeachHead rounded the corner.
“Clutch! What the hell you doin'?” Beach's anger was evident in how he bit the ends off each word, his more customary drawl disappearing. “If you are goofin' off around here...”
Clutch shook his head, already walking past him. “”Sorry Sergeant major, I was just taking this over to the Pitt maintenance bays, gotta replace the number three piston in that deuce, you know, work's never done. Love to chat but gotta get this installed...” He hurried to get out of range, feeling the irritated gaze as Beach watched him leaving. “Later Beach!”
“Whatever!”
Clutch sighed in relief as he heard the boots moving away rather than following. Their resident PT master didn't often get really angry over things, but when he finally got wound up, everyone tried to stay out of sight and therefor out of mind. It was just safer. Clutch made a mental note to stay away from this garage for the rest of the day. He knew CoverGirl was working on one of the Maulers that she was determined to salvage.
He paused suddenly. Beachhead was headed unerringly for the building his somewhat volatile girlfriend was working in. Beachhead was also obviously in mood to yell a lot. Clutch grinned slyly and slipped back along the wall to peek around to see the Ranger stomping up towards the side door to the enclosed garage. This could be prime entertainment.
Beach's loud bellow made him wince. “CoverGIRL! Gawd dammit! I told you to rotate the damn tires on the Jeeps! The front tire on my fuckin' Jeep just blew and it was wore clear through on the inside! If you can't do your damn job, you can go the hell back to the PR department where you damn well belong!”
Clutch's eyebrows shot up and he twisted on his heel to leave the area. There was entertainment, and then there was Ground Zero for a upcoming cataclysm. He didn't want to be anywhere within range when the tank jockey blew up. Would-be boyfriend or not, Beach was about to set off one extremely fiery temper.
And she was in the garage with plenty of heavy objects to throw. Yes... somewhere far away would be good, good for Clutch. He sped up his steps.
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Beach was almost to the doorway when he saw Clutch leaving at high speed. His lips quirked upwards just slightly in amusement as he peeled off his balaclava. He'd estimate it would take less than five minutes for the mechanic to get at least a half mile from this area.
“What did you say to me!?”
Beach's attention swung abruptly to the advancing ex-model, his eyes taking in both the slender hips swaying as she strode towards him and the foot-long steel wrench in her right hand. Her cursing left no doubt as to the use she was about to put that wrench to.
Instead of backing off, he swept in too quickly for her to swing on him, scooping her into powerful arms. Before she could do more than yelp in surprise, his lips fastened to hers. By the time he stopped kissing her, she was looking just slightly dazed. “Wayne?”
“I was sayin' I got the greenshirts diggin' a new drainage ditch, and just ensured ain't no one gonna come bargin' in to interrupt us anytime soon.” His hands slipped downward over the firm rounded ass he loved so much. “So get my clothes off, woman...” He dipped his face down to nuzzle under her jawline, tasting the tender skin of her throat and making a soft noise of pleasure.
She tried to make a token protest anyway. “Beach.. I was busy...” His lips nibbled just under her ear and she shivered in pleasure. “Really... I have... you know...” He switched to her other ear and she felt herself melt slightly inside. “Hmmmmrrrrrrr... so nice... I was... really... uuhhh..”
“Ah notice mah clothes are all still on...”
His voice had gone all deep and husky with desire and she gave up. Courtney slipped her arms around his ribs and tucked her hands into his waistband to begin tugging the heavy sweater free. “Those greenshirts had better be digging slow, Wayne, if they come interrupt...”
“They won't... they got two days of diggin' an' half the shovels they need to dig with.” His fingers unbuttoned her shirt and his mouth slipped down to the soft mounds of her breasts. “Gawd... Ah want you so damn bad...” He groaned as she pushed him slightly away, ducking out of the sweater as she dragged it over his head. “Gawd damn Flint and Jaye bein' on base as the same damn time... sonnabitch but ain't no reason for it.”
Courtney began unbuckling his belt as he went back to using his tongue to admire her skin. “Wayne, that's not fair... Allison didn't ask to break her ankle and Flint just feels guilty over it. They aren't deliberately.... well... you know...” She became distracted as his hands slipped around to her back and tugged her closer.
He snorted lightly. “Ain't deliberately cock-blockin' me? I dunno... awfully convenient how they're always hangin' out in ya'll's room every time I got time to spare.” Her shirt was being peeled off and she helped it along before unfastening his camo pants. “Oh hell yeah... “ Suddenly he made a frustrated noise and straightened up to peer over one of her shoulders at her back. “Gawd damn bra hooks...”
She couldn't help the giggle that made him snort again. “Wayne...” Suddenly there was a 'pop' and her bra came loose. “You better not have just broken another of my bras Wayne!”
He made a rather pleased noise. “Oughta make 'em sturdier...” He obviously wasn't worried over the destruction of the fourth expensive bit of underwear this month. Wayne's attention was focused on the twin breasts he'd managed to free of confinement. “Ahhhh yeah...” Courtney started to tell him off, just out of the principle of it. After all, she paid top dollar for some of these undergarments. It was rather impossible to focus with what his tongue was doing to her left nipple however and she decided that chastising her boyfriend could wait until some undetermined later date.
Courtney pushed at his chest finally. “Wayne... “ A more forceful shove got him separated from her. “Wayne we can't just do it right in the middle ofERRRK!” He'd scooped her up abruptly. She wrapped both legs around his waist, eliciting a happy rumble from him. “Are you listening to me?”
“Nope...” Even as Beach walked through the clutter of engine parts, he buried his face into her neck again, nuzzling and tasting her tender skin. “Too busy to listen...” He turned loose of her with one hand to try to open the storage room door. The knob rattled in his hand.
Courtney twisted slightly using her arms around his neck to balance as she pointed. “The key.. it's in the....”
Beach grunted and lifted a leg to kick the door open. “Ah got it.”
“Wayne!!” She clutched his neck as he leaned to boot the damaged door shut again behind them. “You are impossible.”
He grinned even as he lowered her onto a tarp covered crate. “I'm horny is what I am... “ He kissed her lips, lowering himself over her and busying his hands with stripping away the last of their clothing. “Come on baby...” He made a low rumble as her fingers slid through his hair. “..gawd yeah...”
She smiled and wriggled slightly lower underneath him. “Hmmm.. want a nice suck, Ranger man?” She slipped from under his hands to kneel on the floor and stroked both hands up his thighs as he stepped back. “Give it to me...” He groaned as her fingers wrapped around his cock and stroked it lightly. He was already hard as a rock and panted as her lips touched him. She hummed softly as she opened her mouth to take him in.
“Shit yeah... “ He put a hand to the back of her head and pushed forward into her willing mouth. She worked his shaft with deliberate care, sliding her mouth over it as far as possible before swallowing over and over. As her throat tightened on the head of his cock, he moaned and pumped his hips. Her fingers began to stroke his balls and he reached down to lift her back up onto the crate. “I gotta have you... please baby...” He looked her naked body over with appreciation as she lay back and stretched. His head bent to suck at one tight nipple, making her writhe and whine with need. “You want that cock in you now? Hmmm... want it bad, don't you?” He switched to her other breast, lapping a wet hot tongue around the soft skin before taking the nipple in between his teeth to rake it lightly.
Shifting forward, he let his cock rub along her wet opening, stimulating her most sensitive spot and coating himself in her juices. “Oh please Wayne... please...” By the time he slipped inside her, she was tight and hot and wanting the sex every bit as much as himself. Her long drawn out cry of pleasure mingled with his own deep groans as he stroked into her hard. She arched under his mouth as he lipped along her throat, hands tweaking hard little nipples and making her shudder over and over.
“Oh gaawd... “ He felt her tighten around his cock in that rhythmic shaking pleasure, almost forcing his body to follow in a release of orgasm. Even as both bodies jerked near mindlessly together, his voice breathed into her ear. “I love you... so much...”
After, when she was panting and trying to get the strands of her hair out of her mouth, Courtney nibbled his ear and purred happily. “I love you too.” He made a pleased noise and rolled himself to the side to stop crushing her beneath his weight before she asked. “Mmmm, Wayne. We need to do this way more often.”
“Yes. That. Definitely yes.” He let out a huge sigh. “Do I gotta repair the door?”
“Yes. You broke it, you fix it.”
“Dammit.” His face went all wicked. “If I fix it, do I get another romp in the hay?”
“Wayne.” She tapped his nose playfully. “There's no hay in here, only greasy engine parts.”
He tugged her over his muscled thighs. “And greasy engine parts turn you on... so lemme grease you up all over again...”
“Wayne!” Her voice turned surprised suddenly. “Wayne... again?” She hitched herself forward and straddled his waist. “Hmmm... agaaaain...” Courtney stroked herself on his growing arousal. “I think I should get Flint to cock-block you more often.”
His hands guided her down over his erection. “Please don't... unnnghhh... yeah.. do that... ride it...” His hips rose up to meet her as she rocked back onto him. “Fuck me woman... hell yeah...”
She moaned softly as he hardened fully inside her, pushing herself down onto him harder and harder as she rode his cock. “Oh god yeah Wayne...” She threw her head back, tossing the blond hair over her shoulder out of the way.
He gazed up at her nakedness, reaching up to palm the lightly jiggling breasts. Watching her ride him like a sex toy never got old, and damn but she was coming on him already... he groaned and pumped himself into her as she writhed and whimpered in the throes of orgasm again.
This time she lay over him like a slender sweaty blanket. He smiled into her hair and ran his hands over her back gently. “That was great... I think I like the motorpool. We always have great sex in the garages.”
She groaned and pushed one hand away before it started to wander too much. “That's it. No more. Damn Wayne... you get me so horny.” She rested her chin on his chest and grinned up at him. “We can't be having sex in here like this. We're going to get caught. And then you're going to implode of embarrassment.”
“Like you wouldn't?” His hand stroked over her skin, evading her swat. “Yer such a hussy. Know what I'm gonna do next time?”
“Wait until we have time in a private place to make love to me like a proper gentlemen?” She slipped off him and began searching for her clothing.
He got up and plucked up his own shorts. “Naw. I'm gonna put you face down on the engine of yer Wolverine...” His voice was suddenly by her ear as he wrapped powerful arms around her from behind. “..and I'm gonna fuck you hard until you scream my name over and over...”
The image filled her senses and she sighed and felt herself melt into his embrace. He kissed her neck gently. “Wayne...” she breathed his name out softly.
“Next time. Get your clothes on... wouldn't want someone catchin' you all undressed...” He chucked her shirt at her as he began pulling his sweater back on.
“You....” She narrowed her eyes at him. “You big tease.” He smirked at her as she quickly dressed. She held up her ruined bra to examine the clasp. “And you owe me a new bra!”
“Hmmm...” He looked at it. “I'll buy you some new ones.”
“More than one?” She slipped her shirt on and buttoned it.
He was opening the door as he answered. “Might as well buy you several.. I don't intend to stop rippin' 'em off you...” The last thing she saw of him was the smug grin just before she flung a handful of bolts at his head.
“Oh we'll just see. Two can play this game.” Even as CoverGirl headed back to her engine overhaul, she was plotting for the future. A game where both people won... not a bad game to play indeed.
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Motorpool Lovin'	By : ladytayla Category: +G through L > G.I. Joe Views: 2857 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own GI Joe, and make no money from this story.

Motorpool Lovin'