Final Step for BeachHead and CoverGirl

Absolute spoiler scene from an upcoming fic...
Just the smut, only the smut, more smut.. BeachHead and CoverGirl are finally about to make the final step in a motel room...


I do not own the GI Joe universe, although I really wish I owned just one certain character... and I don't make any money from my writings. I wish I did to pay for the comics I buy every month! Long live Hama.


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CoverGirl looked up at the nervous Ranger. "Beach.. why are you so wound up?" She stepped closer and put a hand on his chest. "You're shaking."


"I..." He leaned back as she got even closer. "I dunno.. I just.." He suddenly stepped backwards two or three steps, taking him to far side of the small motel room. "What if.."


"What if what? What if you get in trouble over it? Geez Beach.. we're a thousand miles from the Pit, and no one here cares if we sleep together. Most of them assume we're doing the horizontal mamba every night.. maybe several times a day too from some of the comments I've heard. So what's the problem? I want it.. you want it.. we're both adults.. what's the problem? Don't go with 'frat rules' either. We have plenty of folks breaking frat rules already.. you know how that goes. Don't rub it in anyone's face, and they look the other way. Duke has practically thrown us together. So.. what's the problem?" She stood with her hands on her narrow hips staring him down.


To her surprise he almost fidgeted. "CoverGirl.. " He stopped. "Courtney.. I just.. I don't want.. " He sighed and tilted his head back slightly, closing his eyes for a second. When he opened them again to look at her, his intense gaze startled her. "I don't want you to hurt me."


"Hurt you? You? Seriously? Beach.. I don't know what you think I can do in bed.. I'm not a olympic gymnast and you're almost twice my size.. I'm pretty sure I can't injure you too badly." She ignored the idea that with her training she could indeed put a real hurting on any male.. especially one that planned to get naked around her.


"Not like THAT Barbiedoll!" He puffed his breath out. "I ain't talking injury.. I'm talkin' hurt. Two entirely different things. I don't want.. I don't want ya to wake up tomorrow morning and hate me.." He ducked his head away but not before she had the chance to see the hurt in his face.


She crossed the space between them and cupped a hand around his cheek, feeling him sigh lightly and tilt his face into her touch. It was almost pitiful how much he would enjoy the simplest touch from her. "Beach.. I won't hurt you." He opened his eyes and gazed down at her face. "I wouldn't ever hate you, Wayne. I couldn't." She smiled gently. "I love you, and if you aren't ready.. then we don't have to do anything more." Reaching up, she kissed his cheek softly, lingering a moment until he turned his face towards her to hesitantly return the kiss.


"I'm just scared. What if ya don't like it?" His face turned as she nuzzled under his jawline, a soft sigh escaping his lips as she kissed along his throat.


Her voice was just a whisper as she spoke just under his ear. "I'm sure I'll like it.." Slipping her hands up around his neck, she tugged lightly to draw him down enough to be able to kiss him properly. She ran her fingers up through his short hair, feeling him shiver with pleasure as she let her nails rake across his scalp.


"Aaahhhh.. yeah.." His eyes went all unfocused and drooped half shut. He fastened lips to hers and she responded with some heat, teasing at his mouth with the tip of her tongue while she stroked his head. Slipping a hand down, she wound it around his side to his back, still keeping that careful distance between them, letting him chose when to deepen the contact. He seemed a bit uncertain as to what to do with his hands suddenly, finally placing one carefully on her waist and slipping the other behind her head to cup her gently in place so he could delve into her willing mouth with his tongue.


She let out a soft moan of desire and he broke contact and looked at her with concern. She smiled reassuringly. "You're really good at kissing.." His fingers tangled into her hair and she closed her eyes and tilted her head to enjoy the touch as he stroked through her shining blond hair.


"Yer so gorgeous.." He was staring at her, his gaze flickering between her eyes and across her face and hair to return to her eyes with such a look of wonder that she smiled. "Are ya sure yer meant to be with the likes of me? I ain't exactly a pretty boy."


"I'm sure, I'm right where I want to be.." She tilted her mouth up and this time he met her lips without hesitation. The deep heat began to build inside her as he pulled her closer with one arm, the other busy stroking down her side then back up again, brushing lightly along her ribs and up behind her along her back. She could feel the warmth from his body right through both of their clothing. She tucked her face into his throat again, kissing and lipping along the tendons and catching the light scent from his recent shower. "I never liked pretty boys anyway." She backed off to give him a saucy look. "I prefer gorgeous men." He blushed and ducked his head. "You're so cute when you act shy."


"I ain't shy." He bent to kiss along her neck, as if to prove he could be bold. Tracing the line of her neck with his tongue, he stopped at the hollow of her throat, kissing there gently. His hands wandered up to wrap up to her shoulders and he pulled her to his body and pressed against her, letting out the softest of moans.


Courtney sighed with pleasure as she slid along his heavy frame, fitting herself to him and tilting her head to the side to encourage him to continue his attentions to her neck. Stroking the all-too-short hair on the back of his head she shivered when he sucked lightly at the tender skin under her ear. "Don't... don't leave hickeys on me.."


"Ah won't mark ya up.." His shoulders bunched up under her trailing hands as she stroked his back. "Oh... jus' like.. that.." She felt him shifting under her touch. "Gawd, Ah love when ya touch me.."


She smiled as she pulled his face in tighter to her neck. "Your accent gets so deep.." He grunted at her. "It's so cute.."


"Grumph.. Ah ain't cute.." His muffled voice seemed distracted from correcting her however as he brushed the hair out of his way. She slipped her hands down to tug his teeshirt out of the waistline of his pants. The instant her fingers found bare skin, he jerked away from her.


"Beach? What's wrong? Did I go too fast?" She reached to stroke his jaw lightly as he blinked.


"Yer hands are cold.. jus' surprised me." He smiled slightly and let her finish untucking the shirt. "Do you want it off?" She nodded at him and watched with appreciation as he dragged it off over his head. "How about yours?" Giving him a warm smile, she twisted to peel off her shirt slowly, listening to his breathing deepen.


She stepped back to him and tilted her face prettily. "Do you like?" He nodded at her. After a moment, she gave a soft laugh. "Well, you can start kissing me again..." He looked startled and reached for her awkwardly.


Slipping his large hands around her waist he bent to put his face into her hair, inhaling the soft scent of lilacs from her shampoo. His hands moved across bare skin and she sighed with contentment and slipped closer to him to run her fingers over his chest, ruffling the curly chest hair and tracing some of the deeper scars.


"Sorry.." His voice sounded embarrassed and she reached to tilt his chin around to look at his face.


"What are you sorry about?" She kissed his lips softly. "You haven't done anything wrong."


He paused to respond to her kissing him then pulled slightly away to answer her. "Jus'.. I'm all covered with ugly scars.. don't think you'd want to be lookin' at them.."


Her fingers walked along the surgical scar running up his lower belly. His copious body hair helped to hide it some, but it's stark white still stood out. "I don't mind your scars Beach. You earned those scars doing things other people couldn't do. Some of them you got from protecting the helpless. How could I mind your scars?" She turned her face to kiss a particularly deep gouge in the hollow of his shoulder. "You're no unmarked boy.. you're a war dog. Battle has put it's mark on you.. same as me." She reached to guide his hand up to her side right next to her breast. "That's my first scar from the enemy.." He stroked the oh-so-soft skin gently with his callused fingers, brushing along the edge of her black silky bra cup. "Do you think my scar is ugly?"


"Noo.." His voice breathed the word out softly. "You're beautiful.. all of you.." Her hand stroked up the back of his neck again, before she used it to gently pull his head downwards to her neck again. "You feel so good.."


"Good.. now feel a little more of me.." Her free hand slid along his arm to take his wrist and place his hand on her, leading him to cup her breast gently in his palm. The silk cloth of her bra caught on the rough skin of his fingers and he stopped tasting her throat to look down at her chest, watching her breathing quicken as he moved both hands to cup and stroke her breasts, running his thumbs over the nipples under the protective cloth. She let out a soft noise of desire and he glanced at her face in surprise. "Oh please..."


"Ya like that..." He firmed his hold and playing with the rapidly hardening nipples more, making her pant. "Oh yess.. you like that a lot..." He bent to kiss along her collarbone, moving lower with agonizing slowness. Her soft whimpers as his mouth worked it's hot magic across the exposed upper curves of both creamy breasts encouraged him to continue. He slipped his hands around her to unfasten the clasp on the bra and remove it. When she slipped it off her arms, he moaned at the sight of the almost perfect mounds tipped with tight pink nipples risen up in hard nubs from his attentions. Bending over, he touched lips to the scar that marred the side of her right breast, sucking lightly before mouthing his way over the expanse of sensitive skin. As he avoided touching her nipples she twisted in his hands, tugging at his head, trying to almost force his mouth over either of those hard buds.


"What's wrong? Did ya want me to.." Finally he licked one nipple and she caught her breath and clenched her fingers on his neck tightly.


"Please.. please.." Pressing her hips to his, she rubbed herself rather wantonly along the bulge under his camo pants. "God Wayne please yes.. " Her fingers moved to the edge of his pants, slipping under to stroke at his skin before unfastening the button. "Wayne suck them.. please.. I love it.. "


When he finally drew her in tight and clamped his mouth over her left breast to suckle at it properly she shook all over in a gasping fit of absolute lust. When he finally turned loose, it was only to switch to the other, nuzzling it briefly before repeating the actions, causing her to tremble all over again. Her nails dug into his back as she let out short panting cries. When she could think coherently, she worked his fly open and slipped a hand in to cup at his stiff cock. He groaned and shifted his hips to stroke into her palm several times.


When he stopped and stepped back slightly she took the time to regain her breath as he unfastened her own trousers, sliding them down her hips with ease. She retaliated by working his own pants down. Suddenly he let out a soft chuckle and stepped away to finish pulling his off.


She grinned as she did the same. "No matter how in the mood you get.. there's always that awkward moment of getting your danged boots off before the blasted pants." She sat on the edge of one bed to unlace her boots and kick them off, while he unlaced his extra tall boots with a few choice curses for the amount of time it took. Tossing them aside, he tilted onto his back on the opposite bed to drag the pants off and chuck them aside. Clad in just his OD shorts, he stood back up and approached her just as she pushed her cargo pants aside and reached up for him. "Okay.. now.. where were we?"


"Standin' in the middle of the room neckin' like teenagers.." His reply sounded amused. "..while tryin' to get our clothes off.."


"Ahh.. yes.. I believe there was some attention being paid to my boobage also.. I think you should continue that.." She laid back on the bed and let him put a knee up beside her hip. "Come on.. come on.." She coaxed at him teasingly and he growled softly. "Come on up here little Ranger man.."


He grumbled softly. "Who ya callin' little?" Settling onto his hands over her.. he bent to kiss her lips and missed as she hitched herself further up the bed with a giggle. "What? Now I gotta chase ya?" Instead, he bent further down and went for her nipple again, sucking it gently while she arched her chest up and let out a soft whine. "What do you want? Tell me what ya like best.."


"I love it when you suck at them Wayne.. please.. " He nuzzled at her chest more, letting out a noise like a especially large satisfied cat. "I want to feel you against my skin Wayne.. "


He hooked a finger under the top edge of her panties and drew them downward. "Really? You're sure?" She almost kneed him in the ribs twisting out of the underwear impatiently. "Good gawd, watch those knees of yours.. you'll end tonight fer sure.."


"Oh.. toughen up, Ranger man. You should be able to take a lot of punishment and keep going." She stroked her hands down to his waist and slipped her hands under his shorts to push them down his hips, pausing just to tug them free of his very erect cock. "Geez o'Pete! I take back what I said about 'little'.. how the hell do you keep that thing in those little Ranger panties?"


"Practice.. a lotta practice.." He shifted to thrust into her grasp a few times, closing his eyes and sucking in deep breaths. "Gawd.. " He pulled away from her hand and settled lower to stroke it along her thigh. "Do ya like that?"


"Oh yeah.. yeah.. " She tugged his head down to her very neglected feeling chest again. "But you can multitask.. " His chuckle was cut short as his mouth closed over the hard nipple, his hips moving slowly to stroke himself along her soft thigh over and over. He groaned into her flesh and she shook and panted, crying out louder as the heat inside built to a unbearable level. "Beach please.. please, I'm ready.. now.."


He lifted up to hover over her, gazing at her face. "Yer sure?"


"I swear.. if you back down now, I will knee you in the nads.."


"Ya know.. that does sorta kill the danged mood.. I wouldn't suggest it."


"Beach!" She gritted her teeth. "Please!"


"Call me Wayne.. Courtney.. please?"


She whimpered as he slipped his cock further up her thigh and spread her legs. "I want you so badly Wayne.. right now.."


"Alright.." He rubbed the swollen head of his cock across her wet hot opening and groaned with the need for it. When he began to slide in, she panted and shook under him. "You want that Courtney?" He let himself down onto an elbow to suckle her breast again, stroking just the head of that rock hard cock in and out repeatedly until she writhed under him. Finally he gave in and thrust in slowly, driving himself into the wet folds until he hit her limit. Backing out, he slid in just a little deeper. "Gawd woman.. yer so tight.. so hot.." He continued to fill her vault over and over with hot hard pleasure until she was arching into every thrust and moaning his name into his ear.


"Wayne.. oh god Wayne please.. oh yeah.. harder.. Wayne please.. yes.." Her cries rose in pitch slightly and he shifted himself to really thrust into her hard, banging her deep inside. She could feel his body shaking as he pleasured her. His own deep groans into her chest made her shiver and clutch him to her tighter. He settled to thrusting those last few inches over and over driving her along to the edge of sanity until the waves finally broke over her and she hit an orgasmic peak, shaking and bucking under him as he finally stiffened his back and shoved himself that last bit into her, feeling her clench around his cock in a delicious way, then he was lost in the same wave as he began to come. His panting cries finally stilled as he released. He propped his weight on one elbow and shifted to thrust a last few times.


"Gawd have mercy on me.." He took a few more breaths before he could stop panting. "Yer gonna kill me if it's like that every time.."


She smiled as her breathing slowed finally. "Oh but what a way to die.. that was worth all the waiting.. god but it was, Wayne."


He gave her that endearing smile that no one ever got to see. "Yeah?"


"Hell yeah. For a guy who hasn't had hardly any sex, you are horribly good at it. I hate to think what you'll be like with a some experience under your belt.. so to speak.." She smiled as he lifted off of her and settled onto his side to watch her.


"I dunno.. guess we'll have to find out with a lotta tryin', huh?" He mock-leered at her.


"Oh I see! Give it up once and now you'll have an appetite for it all the time, that how it works?" She twisted herself to face him, the light sweat on both of them beginning to dry.


"I dunno.. I'm the inexperienced one.. remember?" Beach hitched himself up further on the bed and then abruptly rolled off onto his feet to drag the covers free. He held them up for CoverGirl to climb under herself before he slid in with her. "You don't mind me sleepin' here, do ya?"


She cuddled up to his chest and sighed contentedly. "No.. I want you sleeping right here." He relaxed and shifted to his back and tugged her up onto his chest, wrapping one arm halfway around her. Letting her shift about until she was comfy, he drew the covers up over them both and sighed heavily. "Are you sleepy Beach?"


"No." He lied. "Why?"


"I'm sleepy."


"Okay.. then go to sleep." He was silent for a moment and when he spoke again it was in a bare whisper. "You won't hate me.. right?"


"No Wayne.. never."


"M'kay..."


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Told you.. sheer smut.