Hotel Sex | By : CrystalEllinon Category: +G through L > G.I. Joe Views: 2887 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
Disclaimer: I don't own G.I. Joe, and make no money from it. I just dabble my perverted little brain in the world occasionally. |
Tommy let her push him back onto the bed, still grinning. Junko straddled him, settled herself comfortably on his stomach, and happily started nibbling on his ear. Tommy sighed.
“Lower…” She obligingly found the spot on his neck, and his eyes glazed over. “Mmm…”
Junko flicked her tongue over the pulse point on his throat, drawing a soft moan, and then straightened up and slid off of Tommy and the bed. He propped himself up on his elbows, one eyebrow rising.
“You were doing just fine.” He sounded disappointed. “Great, in fact. You can come back over here and keep doing that for awhile longer, if you’d like.”
“I want to try something.” She moved over to the counter where the hotel’s complementary coffeepot was sitting. They’d been using it for tea, and Junko liked her tea with honey. There was a plastic squeeze bear sitting next to the coffeepot.
“Ah. Just so long as this doesn’t involve alligator clamps, hot candle wax, or whips. If you want to tie me to the bed, though, I am absolutely okay with that.”
“Nothing that drastic, though I might take you up on that sometime.” Junko picked up the jar of honey and headed back towards the bed. “Lie down.”
Tommy looked at the bottle, then at her. He grinned and obeyed.
He was just a ridiculously good looking man. Junko appreciated the view for a few seconds, and then flipped the top of the jar open. Honey glazed hunk…gods, sometimes she really loved her life.
A drizzle down his chest and stomach, and she went after it with her tongue, paying special attention to any scars she crossed. Tommy twitched. When she reached a nipple and nipped, very gently, he sighed and his hands tightened a bit on her shoulders.
Feeling smug, she kept working her way down his body. He was already hard, and by the time she’d reached his navel he was grinding himself rather shamelessly between her breasts.
Tommy had let his head fall back against the pillow, but when she reached down and curled her fingers around his erection his eyes flew open. Junko, savoring the look on his face, stroked him gently. He shuddered. She smiled more widely and reached for the bottle of honey again.
Another drizzle of honey, and she carefully licked a drop from one testicle. Tommy let out a quiet oath and shuddered in pleasure. Not wasting any more time, she wrapped her lips around him and started slowly sucking off every bit of sweetness. He moaned and threaded his fingers into her hair; she ran her tongue around the head of his cock.
“Good god, woman…” He bit the words out through clenched teeth. Junko wasn’t sure what deity, if any in particular, he was entreating. She flicked her tongue at the very tip of his cock, and he swore under his breath. “Fucking hell…god…do that again…please…ah …” He shuddered violently as she obliged.
She loved being able to do this to him. Not many people could say that they’d ever seen Thomas Arashikage beg, but she could.
She let go and straightened up, which drew a groan of abject disappointment from the man underneath her. But she just drizzed more honey over him and started slowly licking it off once more. Tommy actually whimpered.
Two minutes later, she straightened up and moved to straddle him. There was a sudden blur of motion, and she found herself on her back and pinned by a hundred and eighty pounds of extremely worked-up ninja.
“Not quite yet.” Tommy purred. “I think I owe you some payback for that.”
He reached for the bottle, and smirking like the Cheshire Cat the whole time applied just a bit to a very personal area. She squirmed slightly; it felt…odd.
And he started sliding down her body.
Oh, god.
Then his tongue was finding very sensitive places and her brain completely shut down. She whimpered and squirmed, but he held her still and holy gods of heaven it felt so damned good.
When he finally straightened up again, she wasn’t sure of her own name, where they were, how they’d gotten here, or anything but that she needed him right now. She shoved at his chest; he rolled onto his back and she threw a leg over, positioned herself, and slid down on him.
He let out a breath; she arched her back involuntarily. Mmm…oh, that felt nice. She began to move, very slowly. Tommy wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her down into a kiss.
She moaned against his lips. His hands ghosted down her spine, raising gooseflesh. She broke the kiss, straightened up, planted her hands on his chest, and picked up the pace.
He cupped her breasts, thumbs running over her nipples. She breathed his name as electricity tingled down her spine, and rolled her hips just so…
His eyes rolled back. “Holy…” His voice was choked. She did it again, and this time he breathed her name. “Junko…ah…love, you feel so good.”
She didn’t answer; she was busy concentrating on not losing it on the spot as his hands moved to her thighs and he started moving too. She moaned and let her head drop back, closing her eyes and letting everything in the world but her body and his stop existing.
Before long she was gasping and biting her lip to try and last just a little longer. But then Tommy’s hand moved, and his fingers were finding her clit, and white light was exploding behind her eyes and burning through every nerve and she was screaming his name for the second time in the last hour.
He bucked under her, gasped, and then a violent tremor was running through him and he was crying out too. She rocked against him one last time as they both wound down; he twitched and his grip on her thighs tightened.
She let herself collapse, resting her cheek in the hollow of his shoulder. He curled an arm around her, and they both just lay there and let their breathing return to normal.
Junko finally roused herself enough to reluctantly slide off of him and resettle herself in the crook of his arm. Tommy moved just enough to accommodate her new position.
“You can do that again whenever you want.” He murmured.
Junko propped herself up on one elbow. “Are you falling asleep?”
“Thinking about it.”
“What if I wanted to take you up on your offer and tie you to the bed next?”
He cracked one eye open. “You are an insatiable minx and will be the death of me. At least give me five minutes.”
“At least you’ll be happy when you go out.” She poked him in the ribs. “I am going to fall asleep, but I want blankets to do it under. Move for a second.”
With extreme reluctance, he did so. Thirty seconds later and Junko was snuggling up to a warm, wonderfully muscular side again, this time under the quilt. Tommy rolled over abruptly, rolling her onto her side and fitting himself around her. He draped an arm possessively over her side and made a contented sort of sound. She smiled to herself, shut her eyes, and let herself drop into a deep, satiated sleep.
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