Who: Caden and Shan When: late night, Wednesday, July 4, after this, into Thursday morning, July 5 Where: home Warning: Turns NSFW Status: Complete
Being passed from one man’s hands to another wasn’t a completely foreign feeling, and Shan’s drunk-hazy mind barely registered Caden’s aggravation as he took her from Shane. Her “bye babe” to her friend didn’t quite make it out the door before it slammed shut, but she didn’t mind too much. She would talk to him later, she was sure. They all had each other’s numbers now and he was going to be an investor in her dance studio. All was well. Shan leaned on her big solid man and sighed a bit. He smelled like work -- smoke and beer and vaguely like sweat in a way that she found really hot, and Shan sniffed his shoulder indulgently. “I gotta pee,” she said again, giggling a bit even though that wasn’t really funny.
Caden had seen Shan drunk before but she'd never been delivered to him by some guy who looked drunk - or stoned - himself. A brief glance had told Caden there'd been a driver too. He hadn't been able to tell who it was, but he sure as hell couldn't recall Shane's face. It might have been one thing if she had been out getting wasted with people he knew, but strangers showing up at his house rubbed him the wrong way. "Then go," Caden snapped, moving her in the bathroom's direction before he let her go and returned to his beer. "If you can make it there without falling into something or cracking your head open."
She made a whiny noise of protest when Caden let her go, but Shan managed to make it to a wall to help herself along to the bathroom. It wasn’t a steady journey, but she got to the toilet without falling, so that was good enough. She pushed her jeans down and sat with a sigh of relief, letting her eyes close for a moment. Caden was mad, she could tell, but Shan couldn’t quite figure out why at the moment. She tried to shove her jeans further down her legs to take them off, but they got all tangled up on her shoes and by the time she was done peeing she was stuck. Shan sighed and cleaned herself up. “Caden!” she called, leaning against the edge of the counter at her side. “Pleeeeeease.”
He could hear her whine and instinctively rolled his eyes up to the ceiling. He'd pray for patience if he believed there was anyone up there listening. Carrying his beer to the bathroom, he pushed open the door, half expecting to see her sprawled out in her own vomit, or pee. But she was just sitting there with her jeans around her feet. "What are you doing?" he asked, leaning against the door frame casually and taking another drink from the bottle in his hand. "You know you gotta take your shoes off before the jeans, right?"
Shan lifted her head with great effort and blinked blearily at him. He was there, at least, but he wasn’t helping her like she needed, and that made her even more pouty than she already was. “I can’t,” she said, shuffling her feet around uselessly in the tangle of denim. “My hands’re dumb. Help, please?” Shan pushed her bottom lip out a bit further and gave him an imploring look. Her words felt blurry and slow, but she hoped Caden understood anyway. He listened to drunks all the time, right? He should be used to this.
"Your hands aren't the only thing that's dumb," Caden said, moving into the bathroom and setting his drink on the sink counter. He crouched down to untie her shoes and tug them off. "Where the fuck were you tonight? And who the fuck is Shane?" He was annoyed and angry, because he didn't feel like taking care of a drunk wife who couldn't even get her own fucking shoes off. Now, if he'd been with her and gotten wasted? Yeah, that might've been fun. But working at the bar with drunks and coming home to this just pissed him off.
She couldn’t even really register the insult, only her relief that he was giving her a hand and she didn’t have to keep struggling until she fell off the toilet or something. Not that Shan was very worried about her dignity at the moment, it just would’ve been a pain in the ass. Maybe she could get him to carry her to bed, too. “Shane’s my friend,” she said again, like maybe he hadn’t heard the first time. “I know him from AC, and he’s like ... from here, how weird izzat?” Shan grinned a little, reaching out to stroke her hand over Caden’s short hair while she could reach it. He was so pretty, even when he was mad. “We watched th’ fireworks, then Dragonfly for drinks, and pbbt.” She waved a hand to indicate the rest was self-explanatory. Then Shan grinned. “Why? You jealous?” She couldn’t help but sound pretty delighted with the prospect.
Caden cocked a brow, pulling off her other shoe in the process. Someone she knew in Atlantic City who was also from Point Pleasant? That wasn't weird, it was creepy and immediately put Caden on edge. Point Pleasant was a small podunk town in Maine. What were the odds that Shan would know someone who lived here? It made Caden want to track down the guy and beat some answers out of him. "Yeah, I'm jealous that you went out and got sloppy drunk with a dude who doesn't look like he'd know where to stick a dick," Caden said dryly. With her shoes off, he started yanking her jeans off, since that seemed to be what she was going for before her hands went dumb. "Time for bed."
Shan laughed at the idea that Shane didn’t know what he was doing with his dick because the exact opposite was true in her experience. They’d both been super fucked up on various things, but she remembered enough to know better for a fact. “Oh he knows,” she said before she could think better of it. Oops. “He’s stickin’ it in his boyfriend.” Was that a good save? Shan couldn’t tell. “He’s rich too, so m’gonna do a studio and he wants to pay for it,” she added. Maybe that would make Caden like him better. Shan clumsily peeled her shirt up and off of herself and got out of her bra too, since Caden was taking care of her lower half for her. She was feeling more and more ready to fall in bed now, and she kind of wished Caden would get naked and come with her and fuck her to sleep.
Caden's lips curled in disgust. "I don't want to hear that shit," he said, too annoyed with Shan right now to think she knew anything more about Shane's dick. He stood with her jeans and cocked a brow. Her tits might have been distracting but he was too pissed off and aggravated now to do anything more than glance at them. Especially when she mentioned Shane was rich. "What do you mean you're going to do a studio?" If she had mentioned that to Caden in the past, he honestly couldn't remember. "And like hell he's paying for shit. We're not going into debt to anyone." He had money if she wanted money, though he still had no fucking idea what she meant by studio.
Had she mentioned it yet to Caden? Shan couldn’t remember, but her impulse was No. “Nuh uh, not we, me,” she corrected as she hauled herself to her feet with some help from the bathroom counter. Shan flushed the toilet and tried to straighten up to her full height and get some poise back ... but everything kept swaying around her. “M’gonna teach. Dance classes. Get some space, get some poles, and voila!” Shan made a sweeping upward gesture with her arms and almost lost her balance, but she caught herself with a flurry of giggles. “Business! And a place for me, ‘cause I gotta dance, Caden, I gotta, and Cherries is --” Shan made some puking sounds to indicate what she thought of that place. Not that Cherries had ever been on the table since Caden made it clear he didn’t want her stripping anymore. This way she didn’t have to take a single thing off! Everybody won!
Dance classes. Christ. He watched her sway and kept his arms ready in case she really fell. She'd deserve it but he didn't need her cracking her head open or anything. Caden didn't feel like spending all night in the ER. It was hard to figure out what she was saying but he mostly got the gist of it. She wanted to dance - not strip - and teach. It was too much to talk about tonight with her being as drunk as she was, but one thing was for damn sure - no rich, gay asshole was giving his wife money. "We're married, sweetheart, it's we whether you like it or not. And you're not taking that asshole's money. C'mon, you're going to bed." He took her arm to tug her along a bit. "We'll talk about it tomorrow when you're not drunk off your ass."
Shan went where she was pulled, though she bumped into the wall and the door frame before she made it out of the bathroom. “Noo, not asshole, awesome,” she mumbled in a weak defense of Shane. Moving around was making all the spinning worse, and Shan had to concentrate on not falling. She definitely didn’t want to crawl to the bedroom, especially because Caden would probably let her do that instead of picking her up. She’d forgotten all about Shane and her dance studio and pretty much everything else by the time she was climbing into bed where everything was soft and comfy and smelled like Caden. “C’mere,” she mumbled once she’d flopped around a bit, reaching for him. Shan wanted snuggles and maybe to grope him a bit while she was still conscious.
She managed to get into the bed without tumbling and Caden took a breath once she was laying down. He couldn't even remember the last time Roxy had gotten this drunk. Mostly she'd been taking care of his drunk ass. He could admit to himself that it wasn't fucking fun, "Not uh," he said, tugging the blankets from beneath her body to pull them up and over her. "I'm not gonna get into bed when you're barely conscious and comin' home with other men." Not to mention she could vomit and Caden was not about to get puked on. Maybe Shan could hold her liquor but he had no idea what she'd been drinking tonight. "You gonna puke?" he asked, wondering if he ought to get a trash can to leave by the bed.
She was disappointed, but it was muted and fading fast as her body raced toward sleep now that she was horizontal somewhere safe and soft. She briefly considered offering him a blowjob if he would stay with her, but a second later she wasn’t sure she could stay awake through it. Shan’s arm fell with a flop and she muttered something vaguely disgruntled and pouty, but none of it made much sense. She managed to understand Caden’s question and give a negative answer as she rolled over away from him, pulling all the blankets off of her to hug like a body pillow instead. If he wasn’t going to cuddle with her, she would just cuddle her damn self. Shan didn’t feel nauseated, she was just exhausted and ready to be unconscious. They could argue about Shane’s money in the morning.
Caden was used to pouty women, so he didn't think much of it. At least she was home safe and in bed, instead of causing trouble. By morning she would be coherent and understand that they weren't taking a dime from anyone who wasn't family. Since she seemed comfortable enough, Caden turned off the light to the room and left it, ready to finish his beer. He thought he'd probably end up sleeping on the couch just in case she did get sick. He sure as hell wouldn't be cleaning up that mess.
Shan slept like a rock through the night -- a non-vomiting rock, thankfully. By the time her consciousness started to bubble to the surface, there was plenty of sunlight filtering in through the bedroom curtains. Her head was already aching, unhappy with all of the alcohol and lack of water from the night before. Shan had zero desire to get up yet though. Caden had joined her in bed at some point in the night, and Shan instinctively shifted in closer to his warm body, a soft hum of protest against being awake in her throat. His back was to her, so she pressed in close to that broad expanse of skin and slipped her arm around his waist to hold onto him. The night before was thoroughly fuzzy, all she could remember at the moment was Shane and Reza bringing her home and Caden not being happy about it. Or other stuff. Just not happy in general. Shan didn’t want to deal with any of it yet, she wanted to go back to sleep, but her body was waking up enough to remind her it had annoying needs.
Caden crawled into bed in the early hours of the morning after having fallen asleep on the couch. But the couch was nowhere near as comfortable as his bed and since Shan seemed to be doing okay in her sleep, he was more than happy to slip under the blankets that were available to him and pass out. He had no idea what time it was when he felt her slip her arm over him, but he grunted a sleepy response. Of course the previous evening was still marinating around in his mind but it also felt too damn early to get into it... yet. Caden felt like he had made things clear regarding Shane's money so that was that. Sober Shan might not agree but he didn't really care.
She laid there for a while, sleepily pondering if she should start playing with his dick and get some of what he wouldn’t give her the night before ... but Shan’s bladder thought that was a bad idea. Plus her mouth tasted like garbage, and she hated having sex without kissing. So after another stretch of minutes, she pulled away to crawl out of the blankets and shuffle to the bathroom. She made a face at herself in the mirror and swept her hair up into a loose, high bun. Some teeth brushing and a quick shower later, Shan wrapped herself in a towel and went into the kitchen to get the coffee maker started. She had woken up quite a bit and remembered more about the night before, and it wasn’t great. Well, hanging out with Shane and Reza had been awesome, but coming home, not so much. She didn’t want to fight about dumb stuff, she just hoped Caden wouldn’t try to roadblock her completely.
Caden didn't have any intention of arguing or roadblocking anyone. What was said was said and to him, that was it. He felt Shan slip out of bed so he dozed for a while longer until he knew the coffee machine had been turned on. At least she didn't seem to be hungover and miserable.
After climbing out of bed, Caden used the bathroom and then wandered into the kitchen to get some of that coffee for himself. She looked freshly showered and awake, so that was a plus. "No headache today?" he asked as he padded through the kitchen to find a clean coffee mug.
By the time Caden entered the kitchen, Shan was pouring her first cup for the day. She’d heard him moving around and running water, so she knew he was awake. Part of her wanted to jump right into talking about the night before and what her future could be here, but that was probably a bad idea right when he’d just woken up. “Nothing I can’t handle,” she answered as she dumped some creamer and sugar into her mug. There was a low level ache in the back of her skull, but Shan was fairly used to that. Coffee and food would help. She moved out of Caden’s way and went to sit at the table. “How was your night? Was the bar insane?”
He poured himself a cup of coffee and glanced at her before replacing the pot on the burner. "Yeah, I guess you could say that. Had to throw out a couple of people by the time we got to closing." It had been irritating, serving obnoxious drunks all night to coming home to one. Though Shan hadn't really been obnoxious... just clueless, it seemed. Caden walked over to sit down at the table. "Seems like you had a pretty good night, though. Who the fuck is Shane?" He said it without anger or malice, but wanted answers now that Shan was sober.
Shan wasn’t terribly surprised that was the first thing he wanted to know, even though she vaguely recalled already telling him that the night before. “He’s my friend from AC, remember?” she said, arching a brow over at Caden. She’d told him about randomly running into someone she knew from New Jersey in the grocery store, though maybe she hadn’t said his name, she couldn’t remember now. Shan had also left out their drug-fuelled night of sexy debauchery, because she wasn’t a complete moron. But surely Caden wouldn’t object to her having friends, for god’s sake, especially one who wasn’t a brand new acquaintance. “The one I saw at the store like a week or two ago?”
No, Caden didn't remember but that didn't mean Shan hadn't told him. "Why is he here?" he asked instead. It still felt strange to him that someone Shan had known in Atlantic City would pop up in this place too. Maybe he was being overly paranoid, but Caden felt like he had reason to be. Point Pleasant was generally a shit show and maybe Aaron and Gavin's misgivings about Shan were resurfacing in his mind now. Shan didn't know about their their side business or anything but he sure as hell wanted to make sure his new wife wasn't trying to fuck them all over.
It was pretty strange that Shan and Shane ended up in the same small town, but she was kind of getting the impression that ‘strange’ was par for the course around here. She shrugged a little. “He’s from here, apparently,” she said. “So ... visiting family and friends, I guess? He said he had some business here but I didn’t ask about it too much.” She paused to study Caden’s face for a few heartbeats. “He’s got a boyfriend and they seem really in love, so he’s not like, after me or anything, if that’s what you’re worried about. I just ran into them at the parade and I was by myself, so we hung out and Shane was nice and made sure I got home okay. That’s all it was.” She didn’t sound defensive about it, just mildly factual -- when she was drunk the idea of Caden being jealous was fun, but this morning it was annoying.
He realized she thought he was jealous, which he was to an extent, but he did remember her telling him the guy had a boyfriend the night before so it wasn't as prevalent as his suspicion. "I'm not worried about him being after you," Caden said, a small hint of amusement in his tone. "But I sure as shit don't want him giving you money for anything." That was the part he remembered more than anything else. Shane giving Caden's wife money for some studio. That wasn't going to happen anymore than the guy trying to steal his wife.
Ugh, he was already making her headache worse. Shan sipped on her coffee and tried not to immediately lose her temper. “Well, are you going to give me the money then?” she asked, arching her eyebrows across the table at him. “Because that’s what I want to do, open a studio. I’m starting to go stir crazy in this house, I need something to do, or you’re really not gonna like me anymore.” Her tone made it sound halfway like a joke, but it wasn’t. When Shan didn’t have some structure in her life, it tended to go off the rails. And yeah this was a boring small town, but these types of places always had drugs if you asked around enough.
Caden had been in enough arguments and fights to know when one was brewing. But Shan didn't immediately tell him to fuck off, so that was a start. "Yeah, I'll give it you," Caden said. Gavin would probably lose his shit, but it was what it was. He could understand getting bored and he sure as shit didn't expect Shan to be some kind of housewife. He had no idea how profitable a "studio" would be, but he'd rather her put her energy into something than end up at Cherries, or worse, the bar. "You're not gonna be indebted to some guy I barely know and I'm sure as shit not going to be indebted to him either. Get your shit together and find some space and we'll talk."
Shan wasn’t sure how it was any of Caden’s business who she accepted money from, considering they hadn’t combined their finances and had no plans to, but she honestly didn’t know how all that business law stuff worked. Maybe they could hold Caden liable if she went bankrupt or got sued or something, just because they were married. The start up money coming from her husband was the easier path, but Shan hadn’t expected him to say yes. Her brows lifted slowly and a cautious sort of smile crept onto his face. “Really?” she asked over her coffee cup, sitting up a bit straighter. If she was getting what she wanted, she didn’t really care to be indignant about him dictating who to take loans from.
Caden was already doing the math in his head but he nodded and settled back in his chair. "Yeah, really. If you need somethin' you ask me, okay? If I say no... then fuck it, ask whoever you want. But you go through me first." He wasn't going to throw money at her just to keep her happy but if she needed something to do in this town, he'd rather she have something he was invested in. He'd have more say, at least. Caden cocked a brow. "You really think there's a market for what you wanna do?" He didn't sound incredulous, even if he felt that way. He just wanted Shan to make sure she wasn't going to flush twenty grand down the toilet on a whim and a bad business plan.
It was a challenge not to roll her eyes, but Shan managed. Caden was offering her a good chunk of money -- or at least making the first noises about offering it, they would see if he actually followed through -- and she didn’t want to immediately piss him off. “I didn’t ask him, just so you know,” she said. “I was talking about wanting to teach classes and he wants to learn from me, so he offered. But yeah, I do. There’s gotta be a lot of bored housewives in this town who want to learn something spicy. I mentioned it to your sisters-in-law too, and they seemed interested ... well, Charlie did, I don’t think Mila likes me. But I’m thinking of like, not just pole. I can do a kids’ ballet class, some of those like, workout dance classes, burlesque ... a variety, you know? Diversify. Whatever.” Shan flashed him a smile and got up to slide over into Caden’s lap, one arm draping around his shoulders. “And sometimes we can lock the doors and I’ll give you a private show,” she murmured with a little smirk.
Caden cocked a brow at the idea of any guy wanting to learn how to dance and strip. But he wasn't about to pretend to know what a gay guy enjoyed. He'd rather not even think about it. Squinting briefly, he shook his head, definitely not wanting to think about Gavin's girlfriend trying to dance sexy. It wasn't that Charlie wasn’t hot, but she had that teacher, sweet thing going on and it just didn't fit in his head. "Gavin would have no idea how to handle Charlie stripping or dancing on some pole," Caden said, amused. "And nah, Mila probably likes you fine. If she doesn't, it's ‘cause she's friends with Roxy. But yeah, if you keep it open to other things... that'll bring you more money than giving housewives something to get excited about." His arm slipped around her waist when she sat on his lap. "We don't need to lock the doors," he added with a brief grin. "That'll be my excitement."
At least he was smiling now, that was progress, though Shan wasn’t sure how he couldn’t smile with her on his lap in just a towel. If there was anything that was usually guaranteed to cheer a man up, it was through his dick. Charlie would look excellent on a pole, in her opinion. A lot of guys got off on that wholesome vibe, and there was definitely an appeal around “naughty” teachers. Gavin would probably love it, but she understood why Caden didn’t want to ponder that too much. Who wanted to think about their brother getting horny? The wrong kinds of perverts. Shan shrugged off his comment about Mila -- she wanted to be friendly with the ladies in the family, but she could understand ire toward her if Mila was being loyal to a friend. It wasn’t like they were all gathering for weekly Sunday dinner or anything. “I do like being open to other things,” Shan murmured with a flirty little smile, curling her fingertips through the short hair on the back of Caden’s neck. “What, so you need the risk of getting caught to get excited about me dancing?” She gave a teasing tsk and a little pout.
For the longest time after Gavin and Ollie broke up, Caden and Aaron would talk often about how badly Gavin needed to get laid. But he always seemed too awkward and grouchy for any woman to go near him, so yeah, maybe Caden was happy for his brother. He just didn't want to think about anything past that. Whatever Charlie was doing, it was clearly helping. Gavin seemed like a different person these days. "I didn't say the possibility of getting caught was the only thing that would get me excited," Caden pointed out, ducking his face just enough to nip at her throat. "But it's one thing." He liked to be adventurous when he could and he had a feeling Shan wouldn't mind it. She seemed to enjoy shit like that as much as he did. "You're just not gonna dance like that for any other guys. That's not how you teach it, right?"
In Shan’s opinion -- which she did not plan to share with Caden anytime soon -- all three of the Lucas brothers were gorgeous and probably delightful in the sack, in spite of all the glowering. That might have just been her own horny daydreaming talking, and she had no real desire to find out for herself, she was damn satisfied with Caden in that regard. But Shan loved to facilitate getting other people laid too, so she really did want to teach Charlie. In any case, she was done thinking about anybody but her husband for the moment, because his mouth at her throat sent happy shivers running through her. She did like to be adventurous and she would fuck him in a room full of mirrors with all the lights on and the curtains open if that’s what he wanted. “Not like that,” Shan assured him with a chuckle. “I have to demonstrate stuff, but clothes stay on and it’s not sexy. I’m not gonna have many guys sign up anyway.” She tilted her head and shifted in his lap a bit.
"Clothes stay on? I mean, I guess that makes sense, but also... they don't have to stay on for any demonstrations you give me," he said with a chuckle before biting at her skin. Not too hard, but hard enough. "And fuck, you might have guys sign up, just to come watch you." If that were a serious threat, he'd probably be pissed, but at the moment it amused him more than anything. Probably because Shan was on his lap and he knew she wasn't going to be fucking anyone else. Any guys who seriously came just to catch a glimpse of Shan bending over would probably get a punch in the jaw, courtesy of yours truly. It wouldn't have been the first time Caden got into a fight with someone over his girlfriend. It had happened frequently at the bar.
If word getting around town that a hot woman was giving pole dancing lessons was enough to draw in grown men who just wanted to come and stare? Then this was a more boring town than Shan currently knew. She knew she was sexy and she could dance, but she wasn’t going to be stripping, and if they signed up for a class, they would either participate or get booted out, end of story. She wondered vaguely if she should restrict it to women only and just teach Shane and his boo privately on the side. It was hard to think clearly about much of anything though, because Caden’s lips and teeth on her neck were making her whole body tingle and her mind feel fuzzy. “No lookie-loos, you get on the pole too or get the fuck out,” she murmured vaguely, her hand moving to cup the back of Caden’s neck. Shan dug her nails in just a little as she rocked her hips slowly against him. “Except you, of course.”
Caden chuckled, since he had no trouble imagining Shan kicking guys out who just wanted to ogle her tits. His hand slipped beneath the towel she was still wearing, seeking out bare skin. Most of his annoyance with her from the night before had dissipated, especially since it seemed like her dance idea had more to do with actual dancing and not taking her clothes off. Because he was the only one she was going to be doing that for from now on. Once his hand found her skin, Caden could feel his cock starting to stir beneath his boxer briefs. "And if I decide I want a private lesson, does that mean I get to kick everyone out?" he asked with a brief grin before nipping at her throat again.
Shan tittered a bit. In reality Caden interrupting a class people had paid for just to fool around with her would probably be super annoying -- even if the idea was a little hot -- but she kind of doubted he would. This was pillow talk minus the pillows, and she was happy to gas him up a bit. It was better than him being pissy at her. “I mean, you’ll be the main investor in the place, so ... yeah,” she said with a smirk. Shan slipped her hand between them to tug the tucked part of her towel apart, letting it slip down to her waist. She loved to feel their bare chests together, and the best way to make up was to get naked and enjoy each other, right?
That was true, at least. He'd had plenty of say in whatever it was she was doing, although Caden didn't really think he'd be all that involved. Dance didn't interest him in the least, unless there was nudity involved. And he had a feeling Shan would get annoyed if he tried to tell her what to do, even if it was his money. Caden's hands moved immediately to her sides, smoothing over her skin to her breasts. It felt like he ought to still be mad at her for coming home drunk the night before with Shane, but knowing Shane was gay sort of pushed that irritation to the side. The guy was nothing to worry about. One less asshole to punch in this town. Caden caught Shan's lips in a kiss, his tongue slipping into her mouth. He was close to being fully hard in his boxer briefs so the very last thing he wanted to think about now was another man.
This was definitely going to be her studio, her business -- if she didn’t get any say at all in the Porch, Caden didn’t get final decisions on her studio. That seemed fair enough to her. In any case, those were all things to hash out later. For the moment something in Shan just thought it was hot that he was going to bankroll her idea. She’d had a lot of monetary offers from men over the years, and she’d never really taken advantage of any of them, not wanting to be beholden to anyone. This one was coming from her husband, and that made it different somehow. Shan wasn’t in the mood to pick it apart, she just liked it. She also liked feeling Caden’s bulge grow under her, and Shan gave a moan of appreciation into the kiss as she tasted him back. She slipped her hand down his chest and under the elastic of his underwear to wrap fingers around his cock. After a few strokes, she cradled it against her palm, holding it in place as she rocked her pussy against it through his boxer briefs, the friction sending sparks up her spine.
Caden wasn’t thinking about money or dancing anymore. He was fully focused on Shan’s bare skin, her tits and the way she rubbed herself against his cock. A low groan emitted from his throat and Caden brought his hands up to grope her breasts, his fingers pinching and tugging at her gorgeous nipples. Pressing his face against her throat, he bit at her skin again, wanting to leave a mark there and not giving a fuck if anyone else saw it. He knew she liked it rough… liked it when he left marks and bruises. Needing to touch her in the same way she was touching him, Caden dropped one hand to shove it between her legs, seeking out her clit and giving it a pinch of its own before he began to rub it firmly. She was already wet for him, but that wasn’t surprising. Shan always seemed ready to go whenever he wanted her. And fuck, he seemed to want her all the time, even when she was pissing him off.
An occasion hadn’t happened yet where the lust wasn’t mutual, and Shan was enjoying the hell out of having this kind of chemistry with someone. Caden just knew exactly how to turn her on, whether it was on purpose or just came naturally. His rough hands and teeth sent hot sparks shooting through her body, and Shan quickly melted into the arousal that blocked out everything else. She loved being a mindless animal with him, they were fucking good at it together. Her free hand moved to the back of his neck, nails biting into the big muscle there while she let her head fall back to give him all the room he wanted. She moaned and wantonly rocked against his hand, her core getting hotter and wetter by the second. Shan squeezed Caden’s cock, a little too engrossed in the pleasure he was creating in her to get him freed and inside of her. “Fuck, I want your cock,” she breathed, tugging on him a little.
Caden felt like he had gotten lucky with Shan. Roxy had always liked rough sex but he knew a lot of women were dainty and preferred making love, but Shan was just as wild as Roxy had been... maybe even more so. She didn't care when his hands were bruising, or pressed against her throat. If anything, it seemed like she got off on it as much as he did. His cock was throbbing with need but Caden was finding it easy to ignore it the longer he focused on Shan's pleasure. She was so goddamn wet, it was going to be like sliding into a hot, slick heaven when they finally got to that point. Which was going to be real soon because he wasn't sure how much longer he could take the foreplay. Caden grunted some kind of response to her words, his spine on fire with arousal. Reaching down, he worked his boxer briefs down just enough to free his cock before he tugged Shan closer to his body. "Take it then," he said hoarsely, already positioning her over him.
She whined in the back of her throat when he took his fingers away from her pussy, but Shan knew it was to make way for even more pleasure, so she couldn’t really complain. She moved where Caden’s strong hands directed her, rocking her hips for a couple of strokes against the hot skin of his erection before the tip caught in the right spot and Shan sank down around him. “Fuck,” she groaned, the word drawn out as Caden’s cock filled her so deliciously. She’d always been an adventurous lay, but something about him made her feel wild. He flipped the switch inside of her that turned her brain off and made the rest of her hot and squirmy and like a needy animal. Shan gripped the sides of Caden’s neck, nails digging into his skin as she kept her face close to his, her hips jerking into motion immediately. She felt breathless with pleasure already as she started to ride him hard, toes pressed into the linoleum floor beneath them.
Christ, she was sexy and he cursed loudly as soon as he felt her slick heat surround his cock. His hands gripped her hips though she didn't really need any guidance. They hadn't been together long but Shan knew exactly how to fuck him. The sting from her nails only enhanced everything else and Caden's brain was essentially static as he drove his cock up into her the best that he could from where he was sitting. Unable to help himself, Caden pressed his face to her throat, licking and biting her skin as his hands slid around to grope her ass. He might have forgotten - mostly - about her adventures the night before, and maybe her friend Shane was a fag, but Caden still felt the natural, carnal urge to mark Shan, to let people know she belonged to him. So he bit harder than he normally might have, wanting to leave a mark behind for everyone to see. If she got pissed, he didn't really care. She was his wife and she needed to know that as much as anyone else.
Shan felt so far from pissed at the moment, she could barely remember what any other emotions felt like. Caden’s teeth and his strong hands both hurt so fucking good. Her body shuddered under the bites, the warmth that rushed in after the initial sting amplified the incredible pleasure she was getting from the hard thrusts of his cock. She held the back of his head as if to keep him right where he was, not giving a single shit how badly he marked her up. Shan wanted him to claim her, make her his own, scare everyone else away with his fierceness. It was a deep instinct that she couldn’t put into words in lucid moments, but she felt it throughout her entire body at times like this. Shan cried out at a particularly hard bite, her hips moving with more frantic need, driving him into her body hard as her clit rubbed against his body, all of her completely lost in him. She could already feel her orgasm coiling tighter inside of her, but she tried to push it back, greedy for as much of this as she could get.
Caden groaned against her skin, reveling in the feel of her breasts crushed to his chest and her hips pumping so frantically, driving him crazy with need. He wanted more leverage, to drive himself deeper but he could feel the tensing of her muscles beneath his hands and he didn't want to interrupt the orgasm he knew she was about to experience. Instead, he reached up with one hand to tangle his fingers in her dark hair, yanking her head back until her throat was more exposed to him. He bit at her skin again, not bothering to be gentle with her hair in his hand. Caden wanted to leave her sore all over the damn place, to make her feel him even when the sex was finished. It was probably fucked up of him, but there was a part of Caden that wanted to remind Shan of his strength too, to let her know that he could give her this much pleasure, but he could also hurt her if he really wanted to.
She gasped when he pulled her head back, loving that uncomfortable strain in her neck for reasons she could never explain. He was biting hard enough to bruise, her scalp was burning already, and it made her pussy throb deliciously. Shan braced her hands behind her on Caden’s thighs, arching her back as much as she could as she wantonly bounced on his lap, trying to get him deeper, harder, until that tension burst inside of her. She cried out and her hips shook, grinding down against Caden’s cock as her body clenched rhythmically around him, the pleasure so intense she felt almost launched out of her body. He knew just how to move to drag it out for her too, and Shan lost all track of time and space for a few blissful moments while she shuddered and whimpered.
The sweet throb of Shan's pussy around his cock was as close to experiencing heaven as Caden would probably ever come and he was more than okay with that. It sent fire licking down his spine, drawing a strangled curse from his lips as his balls pulled tight against his body. Being on the chair still made for an awkward position and without thinking, he gripped Shan tight and stood, immediately placing her on the edge of the kitchen table. There was no waiting for her to get comfortable before he began to pound mercilessly into her body. His hand gripped her throat, squeezing as he pressed his forehead to hers, grunting with every thrust of his cock. It was impossible to slow down, nor did he want to. Shan's body was his now and when he finally fell over and spilled into her pussy, there was a carnal sort of satisfaction that Caden found in all of it. He didn't want kids but goddamn if pumping her full of his seed didn't feel fucking amazing.
Shan was all Caden’s to move wherever he wanted her, and she was flying so high on her orgasm, she barely noticed for a couple of seconds that he did just that. But then he was fucking her for all he was worth, and it just rocketed her pleasure skyward again. Shan cried out in pure ecstasy, holding tight to Caden’s shoulders while he pummeled her body, her eyes only opening when she felt his strong hand at her throat. “Yes baby, take it,” she whispered, not even sure if the words were clear or not with the strain against that merciless grip. Shan got another, smaller climactic peak when Caden came, her pussy throbbing wildly around him as her dark lashes fluttered. She felt like she could melt right off of the table, only held up by Caden’s grip on her neck and his body pushed up against hers. She didn’t want a baby either, but there was something carnally satisfying about feeling him empty himself into her.
Caden was beyond grateful that Shan wasn't one of those women who shied away from rougher sex. Roxy hadn't either, so he figured he'd gotten pretty lucky with both women. He kept his body pressed to Shan's until all of the throbbing began to dull and Caden felt like he finally had the energy to move again. Pulling back from her so she could stand properly, Caden released her throat, slipping his hand into her hair instead while he kissed her. Most of his irritation from the evening before had dulled at least. He just hoped Shan knew better now than to come home late, drunk and with other men, gay or not.
She clung to Caden with her legs, hiking them up higher on his hips to keep him from getting too far away yet while she kissed him back. Shan’s hands slid down his sides and back up to his arms and shoulders. She hummed her satisfaction against his mouth, his pissiness the night before more or less forgotten. Sex was the best way to make up from anything, in her opinion. Shan smiled in between kisses, rubbing one of Caden’s hips with the inside of her thigh. “Mm, I like being married to you,” she murmured, her fingers tracing their way around to his broad back. “Do you like being married to me?”
The question prompted Caden to cock a brow as he studied her. It was hard to say no when his cock was still tucked inside of her heat, but it wouldn't make much sense to say no anyway. He hadn't really wanted to get married, ever... even when he'd proposed to Roxy. But life had other plans and here he was, with a ring on his finger and a wife. Thankfully Shan made it easy. There was no talk of kids and she wasn't nagging the shit out of him on a daily basis. So... "It's not so bad," Caden conceded with a faint, wry smile. He nipped at her lucious lower lip once more before carefully pulling away from her. "I know you already showered, but... wanna join me anyway?"
That was high praise coming from a man like Caden, and it made Shan feel giddy-happy. It was probably stupid and just from all the post-coital hormones flowing or whatever -- it wasn’t like this was a real marriage and he loved her -- but it was still nice to feel. She let him pull back this time, her legs sliding down his until her feet were on the floor again, still smiling. “Mmhm, you got me all messy again,” Shan answered breezily. She picked up the towel she’d been wrapped in and carried it with her as she started to pad toward the hallway, feeling nicely sore and content. They could have some cleanup, some breakfast, and then figure out what the rest of the day held.