Roxy Muñoz (sticksandrox) wrote in shadows_rpg, @ 2017-12-23 12:15:00 |
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Entry tags: | #september 2017, caden, caden x roxy, roxy |
Who: Caden and Roxy
Where: The Boathouse, then home
When: Wednesday, September 20th, Evening
Warning: turns NSFW
Caden generally didn’t use birthdays as an excuse to take the day off from the bar, but seeing as how he had a feeling it would be a slow day, he wasn’t terribly argumentative when Gavin told him not to come in. It was Roxy’s birthday, and they should enjoy it, blah, blah. He was fine with that. He had taken the time the day before to try and find her a pretty decent birthday gift. He liked spoiling Roxy when he had the money, and he’d saved up a little bit to get her a pair of earrings from the local jewelry shop. Caden didn’t buy diamonds often, if ever, but given how many times in the past he had completely blown her birthday gifts, he figured he couldn’t go wrong with jewelry this year. The box was small and velvet, and rather than put it in a gift bag, Caden kept it in his jacket pocket to give to her whenever they finished dinner.
He’d taken her to The Boathouse, which was one of the fancier places in Point Pleasant. He’d refused to wear a suit and tie, however, and settled for a button down with the collar open. These kind of places made him uncomfortable, but Caden was pretty sure Roxy wouldn’t have appreciated being taken to The Lobster Shack.
Toward the end of dinner, Caden ordered another beer. He was counting down the minutes until they could leave and head home so he could have a cigarette. Caden nodded toward Roxy’s plate. “How was your food?” Overpriced for what it was, if you asked him, but he was trying hard not to be a dick about the restaurant.
Roxy, on the other hand, tried to never work on her birthday if she could help it. She had been enjoying herself so far -- she’d slept in late, done plenty of lounging with Caden, then taken a long leisurely bath to shave and get ready for the night. They hadn’t fought at all -- yet was the caveat part of her mind kept tacking on -- and that was nice. Maybe it was fucked up to just hope for peace on her birthday, but it was what it was.
Caden rarely took her out to a nice dinner, so Roxy pulled out all the stops as she was getting ready. She had plenty of dresses hiding in her closet, and she picked one that hugged her curves and dipped low in the front, but still looked classy. She’d spent a lot of time on her hair, making sure it was shiny and curled softly around her shoulders, and that her makeup was perfect. She was six inches taller than normal in a pair of shiny black heels. Roxy knew she was usually dressed like the definition of Frumpy in her day-to-day life, so when she could get gorgeous with a reason, she liked to. Looking good on Caden’s arm was important to her.
She glanced down at her plate as he asked her how the food was, then back up with a smile. Most of it was gone, but she’d tried not to stuff herself. The rest of the evening would go smoother if she wasn’t over-full, she was sure. “It was great,” she answered, lifting her wineglass for another sip. “Yours good too?”
"It was fine," Caden said with a small shrug, glancing down at his nearly empty plate. It had been pretty good, even if he still thought it was too pricey. But they didn't go out often, so he tried not to be too annoyed with it. Roxy put up with a lot of shit over the course of a year, most of which was Caden's, so she deserved to be treated to something nice every now and then. Besides, she looked sexy, so the view definitely softened the blow of how much the check was going to end up being. His beer was set in front of him and the plates were taken away once they confirmed they were done. He was fine nursing his drink until she was ready to go. But now that their food was out of the way, Caden reached into the pocket of his jacket that was hanging on the back of his chair. He pulled out the tiny black box and reached over to set it on the table in front of her with a small grin. "Took me awhile to pick this out. Happy birthday, babe."
Roxy was well trained to be aware of Caden’s moods, and she knew he was toning down his usual assholism to make sure she had a nice birthday. She loved the man, she wasn’t a complete idiot about how he was. Tonight, she was taking that effort as super sweet. It was part of her birthday present, in a way, along with the dinner out and the button down shirt and everything. That and a few orgasms was all Roxy really expected out of him, even though this was a big birthday, but then Caden produced a box. A small, velvet jewelry box. Her heart immediately leapt into her throat as he plunked it down in front of her, and she was suddenly just sure it was a diamond ring. Caden would never, ever get down on one knee and romantically propose, so putting the ring in front of her with some offhand comment like that was just his style. Her face lit up as she picked it up ... then fell again when she opened it. Oh, it was just earrings. Roxy did her best to recover swiftly, putting a smile back on as she looked up at him. “They’re beautiful, thank you baby,” she murmured. They were lovely, if a little plain. Just diamond studs, but Caden so rarely bought her anything nice, she had to appreciate it. Roxy carefully set the box down and started pulling out one pair of the earrings she’d put in earlier so she could stick them in her second holes.
Caden was a man who was sure to put off the air that he Didn't Give a Fuck about most things. People who didn't know him well would assume he was dismissive and indifferent, and maybe not terribly astute. That was fine with him, because he really didn't give a fuck about what people thought of him. But Caden was observant, and he noticed the disappointment that flashed briefly across Roxy's face. Confused, Caden sat back in his chair, his hand still curled around his glass of beer. This place was too fancy to give him a bottle. "What's wrong with 'em?" he asked, even as he watched her slip them into her earlobes. "Figured you'd like diamonds."
And of course Caden couldn’t let it go, because if he did, then he wouldn’t be Caden. Roxy winced internally -- she did not want to start a fight tonight. It was her birthday, and things had been going so nicely. “Nothing’s wrong with them, I do like them, they’re gorgeous,” she said. Roxy’s gaze lingered on the table as she secured the back of the second one. She lifted her hair a bit and turned her head so he could see. “Look okay?” Of course they did, they were diamonds. Knowing he wouldn’t accept the re-direction either, Roxy pulled her wine glass closer and shrugged one shoulder. “I just ... I dunno, saw the box and thought it might be something else.” Her tone and the glance she shot him were significant, like he should know what that ‘something else’ was. “No biggie.” Roxy smiled faintly.
Something else. Caden's brow furrowed in confusion for only a moment or two before he realized what she was implying. He tried not to get annoyed, given the circumstances, but it was difficult. Why were women always pushing for rings, even when shit was going good without them? They had been together for a long time. They lived together. They didn't need jewelry and joint tax returns. He saw his parents’ marriage, and then Gavin and Ollie, and he had no intention of ever going down that route. Granted, Roxy wasn't as batshit crazy as Ollie, but she had her moments. "Not really sure you can say 'no biggie' when you thought that was gonna be a ring," Caden said finally, once he was sure he could get the tone of his voice under control. "You know how I feel about that."
Roxy’s stomach still felt like it had dropped, and she felt that tension starting up in her back and neck. It happened nearly every time she knew he was about to get pissed at her. They were in public and it was her birthday, so maybe it wouldn’t be so bad right away, but Roxy already knew she’d wrecked the rest of the night with her stupid expressive face. She hated that Caden didn’t want to marry her, even though she understood what kind of shitty models he’d had growing up. They were better than that, and signing a marriage certificate wasn’t going to change that. She’d tried to make him understand that she just wanted to really feel like a part of him by taking his name, but kept failing at it. It was hard for her not to see it as the last barrier between them.
“I know,” she murmured, her gaze firmly back on her wine. “It wasn’t like ... an expectation or anything. Just a quick thought.” It had been more than that though, more and more frequently. Roxy had been very aware she was turning thirty, and Caden had gone to the trouble to take her out to a nice place and everything ... But that had been foolish, hadn’t it? Roxy drained the last of what was in her glass, fighting off the urge to excuse herself to the ladies’ room for a quick cry.
In Caden's mind, it had been an expectation, because she had been expecting a ring, and the disappointment that had flashed on her face, even for a second, was enough to tell him so. As much as he loathed his dad, maybe Joseph Lucas was right about some things. Women were never satisfied, no matter how much they had. Caden rubbed the inside of his eye, wishing they could be anywhere but here. He just wanted to go home and have another beer in the comfort of his own home. He didn't want to get pissed, and he didn't want to fight, surprisingly enough. Sometimes when this particular came up, Caden suspected Roxy wanted to fight, because they had talked about this shit so many times and Caden had yet to change his mind. "I thought you'd like them," Caden said, motioning to the small jewelry box. "If you were expecting something else, now you're just going to be disappointed every time you look at them. You know, I tried to do something different, something nicer than usual and it's just not good enough."
“Please don’t do that, Cade. I do like them,” Roxy insisted with some emotion in her voice that had a desperate edge to it. “They’re beautiful, it was very sweet of you. I appreciate them, this ... this whole night.” She made a gesture around them at the restaurant. Really, she wasn’t upset with him at the moment, just herself. They had definitely argued about it too many times, she should know better. But hope sprang eternal that someday he would change his mind, and if he was going to surprise her, tonight would’ve been the night to do it. She did her best -- which was pretty goddamn good, honestly -- to push everything she was feeling down where he couldn’t see it, to crumple it up into a little ball with the rest of the crumpled balls to be ignored. “It was just a stupid thing that flashed through my head when I saw the box, that’s all, okay?” Roxy leaned forward a bit and reached out to brush her fingers over the back of his hand as she glanced at what was left in his glass. “I don’t wanna fight. Are you ready? Let’s just go.”
Since everything was done and paid for, Caden nodded and pushed his chair back to stand. He downed the rest of his beer in a couple gulps. He set the empty glass down and picked up his jacket to slip it on. He really needed a cigarette. Honestly, Caden understood why women wanted to get married. Wedding dresses and flowers and all that unnecessary shit. He just didn't see the point of it, and he thought he had explained himself fairly well to Roxy over the years. But there was something ingrained in women to never let shit go, to always assume they could change a man over time. "Let's go," he said, nodding to the exit. Caden was still feeling mildly annoyed by the whole thing, but what was he supposed to do? He wasn't going to return her earrings, and he sure as shit wasn't going to go out and buy a ring to placate her.
Roxy stood up when he did, a lump making her throat ache. She’d gotten pretty good at not crying over the years though. Most of the time. She slipped into her own jacket, putting the little velvet box that now contained her other earrings into the pocket of it and putting her purse on her shoulder. It seemed like kind of a waste now, getting dressed up and going out and everything. He would probably be sulky once they got home and she would have to swallow back her sadness while she dwelled on the fact that the man she loved desperately didn’t want to marry her. Roxy kept that thought at bay most of the time, but it was hard not to feel the sting tonight. Hands in her pockets, Roxy walked out of the door and into the parking lot with him. To try and redirect herself, she started thinking of something she could do to salvage this.
Honestly, when they fought, Caden found he would much rather deal with an angry Roxy than a mopey one. He had never been comfortable around emotional women, especially when he felt their self-pitying feelings were unfounded. In his mind, she had brought it upon herself for having expectations that he had never promised her. It wasn't like Caden's desire to never get married was something new, or something he kept from her. But the evening would end poorly if they drove him in stony silence, and he still wanted to get laid, so Caden unlocked the doors to his truck and then moved to open Roxy's door for her. He slipped an arm around her waist and pulled her in close, lifting one hand to brush her hair back behind her ear. "They do look nice," he murmured, his gaze shifting to her face. "You know I love you, right?"
She was mulling over the pros and cons of impulsively suggesting they get a room somewhere else, just to spice things up a bit, when Caden interrupted her thoughts with the physical contact. Roxy blinked and focused on his face, her heart giving a little flutter, because goddammit he could still do that to her. His words did not help the lump in her throat -- it was so rare for him to say the L word unprompted, and she was already feeling raw. That’s why I want to marry you, you fucking idiot, she thought but had the good sense not to say right then. Roxy wrapped both arms around his shoulders and hugged him tight instead, so he wouldn’t see her dumb eyes get wet. Sometimes she really did wish she could be as aloof as he wanted her to be. “I love you too,” she murmured, dimly glad she wasn’t too hoarse. Roxy subtly dabbed at her eyes before she pulled back again. “Let’s swing by the liquor store.”
She still sounded emotional but at least she wasn't crying or anything. The L-word tended to placate her more than anything else, so he didn't mind bringing it out for these kind of circumstances. Caden returned her hug and then smiled a little when she suggested the liquor store. He was never going to say no to that. "Yeah, let's do that," he said, leaning in again to nuzzle his nose along her jaw before he pressed a kiss beneath her ear. "You smell nice," he murmured. "Gonna make it hard for me to get you all the way home before this dress comes off." Maybe he could convince her to park somewhere so they could fuck. Caden didn't mind waiting until they were home and in bed, but it was nice to change things up sometimes. They'd already screwed in the bar enough times that it wasn't as exciting as it once was.
Roxy felt a tingle between her legs at that low suggestive murmur near her ear. It was frustrating on occasion, the way her body reacted to him. He always knew how to turn her on, at least a little, no matter how she was feeling. That and their mutual stubbornness was probably why they were still together after so many rocky years. Roxy gave a low chuckle through her mix of emotions, her hand gripping the back of Caden’s neck a little tighter. “Might be all right for the appetizer,” she murmured. “You’re not getting off easy tonight.” Goddammit, it was her fucking birthday, and if he wasn’t going to propose, he was at least going to fuck her until she was satisfied, even if it took a few rounds. Roxy pulled her face back to kiss him on the mouth. She channeled some of her smothered emotions into it, so it ended up being hard and a bit aggressive, but Roxy knew he wouldn’t mind.
Caden never minded aggressive kissing, or sex. Preferred it, actually. While Roxy smothered her emotions, Caden ignored his completely, unless it was anger, or amusement. It came with being a Lucas, he supposed. His younger siblings were a bit more open than he and Gavin, but they hadn't had it as bad as he and Gavin had. It wasn't anything Caden ever felt like overanalyzing. It was what it was, and he was who he was. He wasn't going to change, and he didn't want to. When they broke apart, Caden turned their bodies and pushed her up against the truck. He was already hard, but felt like he could wait a bit longer if he had to. "You think I get off easy?" he asked, smirking a bit as his hand came up to brush against her throat, his fingers stroking her ear and the diamond earring she wore now.
Sometimes, when he’d really pissed her off, Roxy thought about leaving Caden. Of course she did, everybody did that, right? She never thought about it for very long. And then moments like this happened and reminded her why it was never a very serious consideration. Who else could make her feel like Caden did? Fire licked up her spine, and that tingle between her legs turned into a sweet throb as her back hit the truck. She gazed at him from under heavy lids as her heart picked up a bit of speed. Nobody else would ever understand it, but she liked it when he manhandled her a little, liked how it made her feel small and delicate ... but she could take oh so much from him. Roxy tilted her head a tiny bit, enjoying the feel of his hand on her neck and ear. “Never too easy,” she murmured, a little smirk toying with her own lips. “But you’d better give me everything I want tonight, as many times as I want it.” There was a bit of a challenge there; she knew how to egg him on.
"I think you're just a little too bossy," Caden said, ducking his head down to kiss her throat. He'd lift up that dress right here and now if they weren't in the parking lot of some fancy ass restaurant. He didn't want to deal with any of the assholes on the PPPD, so he figured he ought to keep it decent for a few more minutes. His hand slid up to cover her breast where he squeezed for just a moment as he licked and nipped at her flesh. When he lifted his head to look at her, his arousal was more than a little evident, pressing against her. "We got liquor at home. Let's just go." He didn't want to stop anymore. Caden just wanted to get Roxy home where he could get her out of that dress and on her back.
“It’s my birthday,” Roxy murmured breathlessly as Caden kissed her neck. That meant for at least one day, she should get everything she wanted, right? Right. Except a marriage proposal, but she was putting effort into shoving that desire back where it came from. Buried. Right then she kind of wanted him to bend her over the seat behind the open door of the truck and hike her dress up, but they weren’t exactly in the back of the parking lot. She made a soft sound as Caden’s delectable mouth stoked up her own arousal and that strong hand gripped her breast. She smirked at him when he looked at her and slipped a hand between them to caress his bulge. “I’ll suck your cock on the way there if you let me stop for sangria,” she purred. They didn’t have that at home, and she wanted some.
If they had been anywhere else, Caden might have already had her bent over into his truck. He was feeling horny and impatient, but the wait would only make everything feel that much better. And what kind of man would he be if he turned down a blow job for sangria? "Deal," he murmured before reluctantly pulling away from her so she could climb into the truck. His jeans felt restricting and uncomfortable as he walked around the truck to get into the driver's side. The liquor store wasn't too far from Seaview, so he headed off in that direction, careful to drive safely as not to catch the attention of any cops patrolling the area. At least the whole 'engagement ring' business seemed to be forgotten. He wasn't sure he could have handled an evening of arguing about marriage again after spending as much money as he had on those earrings and dinner.
Roxy had taken her coat off before she climbed into the truck, for more freedom of movement, and she waited until they were out of the parking lot and on the road. After making sure there were no police cars directly around them, she turned and got on her knees in her seat. Roxy leaned over and kissed his cheek, then his neck, but she wasn’t going to waste too much time. Bending over the console in the middle, Roxy undid Caden’s jeans and pulled his cock out. She kind of loved giving him road head -- any head, really, but road head especially, for the edge of danger to it. With a faint moan, Roxy swirled her tongue over the sensitive head. She loved the taste of him, even when he wasn’t fresh out of a shower. Intent just to tease and not get him off, she licked him for a moment or two before she took him fully into her mouth and sucked lightly.
Caden had to force his eyes to stay open, rather than rolling back in his head the way they threatened. Roxy's mouth was always akin to heaven in Caden's mind and he lowered one hand to the back of her hair, threading his fingers through her hair just to touch her while he kept the other hand on the wheel. He kind of knew she wouldn't suck him to completion, but he was okay with that. He wanted to fuck her hard and deep before he actually blew his load. Caden was up for going multiple times in a night if he could, but he also wasn't seventeen anymore so it took longer to get it up in between rounds. "Goddamn," he murmured, trying not to press his foot too hard against the gas pedal.
Having Caden’s cock in her mouth was one of the few times Roxy really felt the power balance shift in her favor, and she adored it. She enjoyed the act itself too -- the weight and texture against her tongue, the way he started breathing when she was doing a really good job -- but a lot of it was knowing he was eating out of the palm of her hand. Even when it turned rough, the most sensitive part of him was still right there between her teeth. She controlled his pleasure. It was an incredible turn on, and Roxy felt the fancy panties she’d put on earlier get even more damp in the crotch. She moaned around him again, louder this time, and flicked her tongue against the underside of his cock as she slowly bobbed her head a bit. Roxy slipped the hand she was holding him with further into his pants to cup his balls and squeeze gently. She knew anybody in a tall enough vehicle who passed them could probably see the tops of curves of her ass through the passenger window, and that was a turn on too.
As powerful as it felt for Caden, having his cock in Roxy's mouth, he was well aware of how it was really Roxy who controlled what was happening. He could pull her hair, guide her, thrust into her throat, but none of that mattered if she decided she didn't want it. She could turn the tables in a split second. It had never come to that. She always knew exactly how to drive him crazy with her lips and her tongue, and the way she moaned sent intense shivers down his spine, causing him to shift slightly on the seat in an attempt to keep from pumping his hips up against her mouth. Cursing breathlessly, Caden hated the fact that they were coming up to the liquor store. He didn't want her to stop, but he also couldn't drive any slower without drawing attention to the truck. The pleasure had already intensified with the feel of her hand squeezing his balls and Caden gripped the steering wheel more tightly, his knuckles turning white. "Baby, if you don't want me to come yet, you've gotta stop," he groaned, hating every word of it.
God, that gravel in his voice did things to Roxy. It made her want to keep going, but she definitely didn’t want him to be useless to her for the rest of the night, so she knew she had to heed the warning. She pulled off of Caden’s cock, but slow and deliberate, then gave the head another soft lick. Roxy sat up and glanced out of the windshield. They were almost to the liquor store, good. She turned back the right way in her seat, then pulled the skirt of her dress up to hook her thumbs into the elastic of her panties. Grinning a bit, Roxy squirmed and pushed them down her hips and thighs and finally off. As Caden pulled into the parking lot, she leaned over again and nuzzled at his ear, bringing her damp panties over to press them against his hardon. “Feel how wet I am for you?” she murmured to him, giving his cock another firm squeeze. Roxy let out a tiny giggle and pulled back, leaving her underwear on Caden’s dick. “I’ll go in,” she said.
Caden watched what Roxy was doing the best that he could while still keeping his eyes on the road. When he parked and she pushed her panties against him, he released a noise caught somewhere between a laugh and a groan. He watched her leave the truck with a soft shake of his head before deciding it was probably best to zip it up rather than sit in the parking lot with his dick hanging out. Caden sighed and slipped Roxy's panties into his jacket pocket to keep before he tucked his dick away. It was uncomfortable, but necessary. And this was ten times better than arguing over engagement rings. Caden found marriage completely unnecessary, but he was also of the mind that their sex life was still as amazing as it had been when they first met solely because they hadn't gotten married. Roxy would probably disagree, but that wasn't a discussion they needed to have anytime soon. Preferably ever.
It felt pretty sexy, walking around the liquor store with no panties on under her dress and people milling about around her. She looked fucking great and she knew it. In Roxy’s opinion, their sex life had stayed good because they made it good, and no piece of paper or name change was going to wreck that. It was an argument for another time though, tonight was staying good too. She bought her wine and a small bottle of Caden’s favorite good whiskey, and sauntered back to the truck, a little extra sway in her hips. She climbed back into the truck and glanced down at Caden’s crotch, a little disappointed that his cock was put away but pleased that she could still see how hard he was under the denim. She flashed him a sweet smile. “Thanks babe,” she said, meaning the liquor store stop.
Caden grunted a soft response and immediately shifted the truck into reverse and then drive so they could get the hell home. If it hadn't been Roxy's birthday, he probably would have just fucked her in the truck already, but he didn't need her pouting over that too, so home it was. Hopefully without catching a ticket for speeding. When he finally pulled into their small house at Seaview, Caden turned off the truck and walked around to meet Roxy at her door. "You gonna drink that all tonight?" he teased, nodding to the wine bottle in her hand. She could drink it once he was finished with her, at least. Caden wasn't sure he had the patience to wait while she had a glass of that stuff with how on edge he was feeling.
Roxy knew she wouldn’t get very far into the bottle before Caden was pulling her clothes off, but that was okay with her. She’d told him she was going to get her fill, and if that meant waiting for an hour or so while she had some wine and he got it up again, so be it. The night was still young. She was smirking as she slipped out of the truck. “Mmhmm, all of it. And you’re gonna have to hold my hair back while I puke and cry,” she teased back. “Happy birthday to me, right?” Roxy fished the small whiskey bottle out of the paper bag and offered it to him. It took him longer to come when he was drinking, as long as he hadn’t overdone it and couldn’t stay hard at all. It was a fine balance. Roxy grinned and headed toward the front door.
Caden took the bottle of whiskey with a raised brow, but followed Roxy toward the house. "Let's do what we can to avoid the puking and crying, huh?" He would much rather hold her hair back while he was fucking her from behind and she was screaming with pleasure. Caden moved past Roxy to unlock the front door and push it open for her. He set the bottle of whiskey down on the table and took off his jacket, more interested in Roxy than he was the alcohol. Tossing his jacket on the nearest chair, Caden reached out to slip his arms around her waist to pull her close. "I'm tryin' to decide if I want to take this dress of of you, or leave it on."
She of course had no intention of getting that drunk, Roxy hadn’t been that drunk in years. The wine with dinner was already making her feel a little loose, and maybe just a couple more glasses would put her in that perfect place. She’d shed her own coat by the time Caden pulled her in, and Roxy grinned as she draped her arms over his shoulders. “Not like there’s anything under it anymore,” she murmured. She knew he was antsy to get started, and maybe having the first round bent over the kitchen table or the back of the couch or something would be kind of hot. They could start there, at least, see how it went. “You like it, though?” she added before giving him a little kiss.
Caden hummed his approval and moved Roxy back against the nearest wall. He honestly didn't care where it happened, or where they ended up, as long as he got his dick inside of her as soon as possible. Caden kissed her, flicking his tongue against her lip to gain access to her mouth. His hands slid down her body and gripped the sides of her dress to start pulling it upward as he kissed her. He needed to get rid of his belt, but he just wanted to touch her first. All those curves and hot, slick flesh waiting for him. Hopefully they were done talking for the night, unless it was dirty and during sex. You never knew with women.
Roxy always loved it when he put her back to a wall, and he knew it. She parted her lips with a soft sound, her hips pushing forward against him a bit. The sensation of her dress sliding up to expose her skin to the denim of Caden’s jeans gave her a little shiver. Tongue stroking against his, Roxy slipped her hands between them to start unbuttoning his shirt. He didn’t have to get rid of all his clothes, she could feel he was too impatient for that, but she wanted to get some touching in too. Her man was sexy as fuck, and Roxy never got tired of running her hands over him.
Caden didn't mind Roxy unbuttoning his shirt. He let her do her thing while he kissed her, trying not to press his entire body against hers so she would have room to actually get his shirt unbuttoned and off. He still wasn't willing to keep his hands to himself and Caden slipped one under her dress and between her legs. He pressed his thumb against her clit immediately, using another finger to stroke her along her heat. She was wet for him already, but not nearly wet enough. He'd get her there. His body may have been in a hurry, but Caden wanted her as crazed as he was. It was her birthday, after all.
After years together, Caden knew just how to touch her ... though honestly, that had been the case from almost the beginning. They’d clicked sexually in a way that Roxy had never had before, and it was still electric. Maybe the only thing about their relationship that had gotten better. Kissing him with even more hunger behind it, Roxy got his shirt apart and pushed it off of his shoulders. As her hands ran over his chest, she hiked one leg up against Caden’s upper thigh. The effort of balancing on one heel almost made it hotter somehow.
Caden didn't want to stop touching Roxy, but he didn't want the nuisance of his shirt hanging off of his body, so he released her just long enough to shrug it off to the floor. In a way, he agreed that their sex life had only gotten better while everything else... well, it was what it was. The relationship wasn't perfect, but what was? His hand slid back between her legs and he slipped a finger deep inside of her while his thumb pressed against her clit. His cock was rock hard and straining uncomfortably against his jeans. He would alleviate that in a second, but for now he wanted to get Roxy as hot and wet as he possibly could before he fucked her brains out.
That thick finger inside of her drew a more needy groan out of Roxy, getting mixed up in the breathy kiss. She rocked her hips against that touch, her flesh tingling and swelling and just getting more sensitive. She’d had vague plans to make him go down on her, or at least make him take her to the couch or something so she didn’t have to stand while all this happened, but those plans were swiftly fading out as pleasure and desire took over everything. Her body had always been insanely responsive to his touch, and Roxy was starting to want nothing more than his stiff cock filling her up more than his fingers could. She had to break the kiss to catch a better breath, and whine-moaned his name on the exhale as a wave of pleasure ran through her.
Caden figured they had plenty of time to do all sorts of things to each other before they were both spent. It was Roxy's birthday and he doubted she was going to let him go to sleep after one go. He was okay with that too. Right now, though, he didn't think he had the patience to stop and move them both to the couch. The sound of his name on her voice sent a fresh surge of arousal straight to his cock and Caden groaned, rubbing his thumb harder against her clit. He used his free hand to start undoing his jeans again, but when that wasn't getting the job done fast enough, he released Roxy and jerked her around to face her against the wall. He got his jeans unbuttoned and unzipped and yanked Roxy's hips back to him before pushing her dress up over her ass. Cursing in appreciation, Caden gripped one ass cheek with his hand, squeezing forcefully before running his fingers back down to tease her opening. "Love it when you get this wet for me," he murmured.
It was a confusing feeling sometimes, the way Roxy liked to be manhandled. She was a bigger girl, but Caden was strong and solid and she enjoyed it when he pushed her around when they were having sex. On occasion it seemed like that enjoyment seeped over into the other times he pushed her around, giving that angry darkness some jarring bright highlights. Roxy hated herself when that happened. She hated even worse that Caden knew that if he touched her the right way when they were fighting, it could turn to fucking pretty easily. Too easily. Right then there was nothing but lust though, electric heat shooting through her lower belly when he forcibly turned her around. Roxy spread her legs some as he hiked her dress up and braced her hands against the wall. The grip on her ass and his words made her throb a bit, and she arched her back further. “It’s ‘cause I need you to fuck me so bad, baby,” she replied, putting the bit of needy whine into it that she knew he liked. Caden liked to be begged for things, and honestly sometimes Roxy didn’t even do it on purpose. She just needed him that bad.
In Caden's mind, there was always a fine line between love and hate, just as there was a fine line between sex and violence. Their relationship was complicated, and probably fucked up, but the only two people who understood it were he and Roxy and they were the only two who mattered. Right now, there was just the carnal urge to take his woman and make her scream and throb around his cock. She knew exactly what he liked, exactly how to rile him up to where he couldn't think anymore. Caden knew she liked what he did to her, every second of it. The way her body always responded to him was enough proof. With her legs spread, her feet still wearing those fuck me pumps, Caden lined his cock up to her body and plunged deep inside of her. He groaned as all that wet heat gripped him. Grabbing her hip with one hand, and twirling her hair around his other fist Caden wasted no time as he began to fuck her hard, unable to pace himself as much as he wanted this to last. He wanted to get her screaming, and he knew exactly what it took.
Caden’s fingers had felt good, and she loved what he did with his mouth, but there was nothing like his cock. Whenever Roxy heard the term ‘made for each other’, she thought about Caden’s dick, and how good that first thrust always felt. She admittedly liked a little pain with her pleasure, and the way he pulled on her hair as he rammed himself home put her right on the edge of orgasm, just like that. She pushed a bit against the wall to keep from slamming her face into it, her mouth falling open in a wide O as heat licked up her spine. It only took a couple of thrusts to knock her voice loose, and a couple of seconds later Roxy was crying out with every breath. She pulled a bit against the grip he had in her hair, just to feel that sting, and part of her hoped he left bruises on her hip. It was animalistic and carnal and fucking hot, and Roxy belonged to Caden more in these types of moments than any other time.
He knew she liked it when he pulled her hair during sex, and Caden tightened his grip on the silky strands even when she pulled away from it. Caden kept a firm grip on her hip to keep Roxy in place, aware of how easy it could be for her to fall in those heels if he got too rough. If he had the willpower to stop, even for a second, he might have just pushed her down to the floor, but Caden was caught up in it now and he wasn't going to let her go until he'd emptied his balls into her. He drove his cock into her harder, deeper, his own shallow breaths turning into harsh grunts as the pleasure shivered down his spine. "Fuck," Caden groaned. He tugged her head back by her hair harder. "Your pussy feels so fucking good, Rox."
It was like another state of consciousness, the place she slipped into when they were together like this. Roxy was normally a stubborn sort of woman, willful and proud. Caden knew that, it caused plenty of problems between them. She worked hard and competently ran their household, such as it was. But when her man was pulling her head back by the hair and pounding into her body and saying filthy shit in her ear? She was on a whole other planet, as a completely different woman. Submitting to Caden and letting go of everything except what her body wanted was liberating in a way. It was at least an incredible release. Roxy’s hands flexed into fists where they were braced against the wall, and her noises got louder and louder as her pleasure got more and more intense. She practically convulsed as it peaked, her climax racking her body as she let out a shriek. She bucked back against him, and the restraints to her movements -- standing in heels, Caden’s grip in her hair and on her hip -- just made it feel that much better, like a complete surrender.
Caden could feel her body squeeze and throb around his cock and with his teeth bared, he pounded into her through her orgasm, unrelenting. He wanted her to feel him still between her legs in the morning, when this was all said and done. Sweat dripped down his back from his body's exertions and after a moment, he slowed and reached around to grip one of Roxy's breasts through the material of her dress. He knew he could have let go then and rutted into her until he'd had his fill, but he wasn't quite ready to be done yet.
With a groan, Caden pulled out of her and used both hands to turn her around to face him. He gripped her tight and began to move them both away from the wall to the couch. He could have probably taken her down the hall to the bedroom, but the couch was closer and he just wanted her on her back. While they moved he kissed her hard and deep, but mindful of where they were going. Without ceremony, Caden pushed her down onto the couch and grabbed her feet to yank the heels off. He tossed them to the side, listening to them land with a thud somewhere near the television while he finally discarded his jeans and boxer briefs to get them out of the way. Naked now, he spread Roxy's thighs and knelt down until he could bury his face between them, his tongue coming out to stroke her clit and taste her juices.
The rough fucking just made Roxy come harder, her body clenching around him as tight as it could. Caden always knew how to extend her orgasms, and just as she was getting to the point she literally couldn’t take any more, he was pulling out and turning her around. Roxy clung to him, still out of breath as their mouths crashed together again. She moved with him, trusting absolutely that he was guiding her to the right place, and thankfully not too clumsy on her heels. A tiny breathless giggle escaped her as she fell back onto the couch, and she grinned a bit as Caden tugged her shoes off and tossed them. Her dress was uncomfortably bunched up around her waist, but it seemed like way too much work to try and get out of it at the moment. Instead she watched Caden strip the rest of the way and let out a shaky breath when he dropped to his knees. Roxy held her legs wide, her full bottom lip catching in her throat as she watched him descend on her. The very first touch made her twitch, and she muffled a moan, one hand moving to rub over his head.
He knew she was sensitive after an orgasm but he didn't much care. He flicked his tongue over her clit before sucking on it, one hand releasing her thigh to slip two fingers inside of her. She was still so soft and hot and wet. Caden groaned against her pussy as he curled his fingers inside of her. He always loved the taste of Roxy after she'd come. It made him want to give her another orgasm, and then another... if he was in the mood and feeling generous, of course. Which, right now, he was. It was her birthday and if he ended it on a high note for her, she'd forget about everything else that had happened that night. At least for awhile. One thing Caden had learned about women was they never forgot anything that could be used in an argument in the future. "This is what you wanted, isn't it," Caden murmured, looking up the length of Roxy's body as he flattened his tongue against her and licked slowly.
It bordered on too much, but Roxy happened to like that near-uncomfortable tense feeling of her nerve endings going crazy. Her body twitched and flexed under Caden’s tongue, the pleasure sharp in her lower belly. It didn’t hurt that Caden was so fucking good with his mouth, and he knew exactly what to do to her to keep her aroused, even after she’d just come hard. She let out a shaky moan as his thick fingers delved into her, the sensitive flesh loving the rough feel of calluses and big knuckles. Her fingers pressed into his head as she let out a few breathy whines, eyes cracking back open at his question. Caden looked so fucking sexy down there between her thighs, she moaned and bit into her bottom lip again, nodding. “Yes,” she breathed. “God ... make me come again baby, fuck, your mouth feels so good.”
Caden knew the Lucas boys weren't good for much. They were pieces of shit to most of the people in this town and their main source of revenue came from a bar. Not exactly upstanding citizens with a marvelous success story. But if there was one thing Caden knew he could do, and do well, it was this. He'd had plenty of women before Roxy and one or two after, before the two of them had gotten serious about each other. Aaron might have been the one with the reputation, but Caden had never had a problem getting a woman to scream with his face was between her legs. "C'mon baby... I wanna taste you again." He pulled Roxy's clit between his lips and sucked hard as his fingers began to pump in and out of her body. His cock was aching to take her, to get his own fill, but he forced himself to be patient. He knew exactly what Roxy liked, and exactly what he wanted, and it would be well worth the wait once the night was done.
In Roxy’s experience, most men weren’t that great at oral. Sure, everybody was different, but Caden was one of the few who had actually listened to what she liked. It was good luck that their tastes matched up so well, but Roxy had never had a boyfriend who put as much effort into it as Caden did. She hadn’t even known just how multi-orgasmic she could be until him. Her pleasure ramped up again rapidly as he worked on her, her legs shifting in closer to his head while her breathing got more labored and whiny. Roxy’s hips started rocking, pushing herself against Caden’s mouth in more and more desperate motions. Those fingers were relentless, and it was fucking perfect. Roxy’s second orgasm hit her hard, and she let out a strangled cry as half her body lifted up off the bed, her fingers digging into Caden’s head.
There was always a sense of smugness that soared through Caden when he managed to get Roxy off more than once. It was just another way he reminded her that she'd never have it as good with anyone else as she did with him, ring or no ring. He groaned against her flesh, pressing his tongue firmly against her clit through her orgasm. As her tremors in her body began to subside, Caden lifted himself from between her legs and placed a knee on the sofa as he brought her legs up and around his waist. Caden wasted no time taking hold of his cock and pushing himself into Roxy's body. The wet heat that surrounded him caused him to shiver just once before he rammed himself home. His hands gripped her hips and he lifted them up from the couch to meet his hard thrusts. No way did he want to wait now and Caden kept his intense gaze on Roxy's face as he fucked her, soft grunts starting to escape his lips.
After the waves of pleasure had died down, Roxy felt warm and floating and boneless, and her body was easy for Caden to move around where he wanted her. Her legs clung to him out of pure instinct, since her head was swimming and blissfully blank, almost stoned on pleasure. Feeling Caden’s cock brush up against her swollen, sensitive flesh as he lined up in the right spot made her shiver, and Roxy’s eyes opened a bit more. She let out a soft cry as he pushed fully into her, her pussy contracting around him in another wave of pleasure. She was going to be sore as hell tomorrow, but it would all be worth it. Roxy looked up at him, her lips parted and her eyes dazed, small whimpers coming out of her with the harder thrusts. Her hands were free, and she knew Caden was a fan of her tits, so Roxy dipped into the front of her dress and pulled her breasts out of her bra cups, tucking all the fabric under them so they were nicely exposed. Then Roxy licked her fingers and reached down to lightly rub her clit, just to wring all the pleasure out of this that she could.
She knew exactly what he liked and Caden's gaze drifted down to her exposed breasts, watching as they quivered and shook with every thrust of his body against hers. Fuck, she was sexy. He loved it when she was still an active participant in sex, even after she'd come twice. Her pussy was still so hot and tight and Caden tightened his grip on her hips to keep her in place as he pumped harder, deeper. Sweat was forming at his temples, but he felt no desire to let up his assault on her body. The carnal urge to bury his cock deep and empty his balls inside of her was overwhelming and not one he was used to denying. It was her birthday, but he was claiming her, as he always was during sex. With a loud grunt, Caden released Roxy's hips and grabbed her wrists, pushing them up over her head against the sofa as he leaned over her and began to fuck her again, his face buried against her neck as he let his body take over completely.
Roxy kind of loved it, how intense and animalistic Caden got when he really got into fucking her. Which was pretty much every time. He’d never treated her like she was breakable, or, on the other hand, too big to be maneuverable. Roxy knew she wasn’t any petite little thing, but she was flexible, and they got into all kinds of positions. She let out a when as he pulled her hand away from herself to pin both of them over her head, but that was hot too, so Roxy didn’t complain much. She shifted her legs up a bit more to cling to Caden’s sides, her knees pressing into his ribs as his hips went wild. She felt delightfully crushed with overwhelming sexual energy, and Roxy let it carry her swiftly toward another peak. His pubic bone pounded nicely against her clit in a way that hurt but felt good at the same time, and within a couple of thrusts Roxy was moaning again. “Fuck me baby,” she panted near Caden’s ear. “You’re gonna make me come again, ohmygod.”
Caden lifted his head and caught her lips in a crushing kiss. It didn’t last more than a couple of seconds given how he was breathing, but he rested his forehead against hers, his hands still wrapped tightly around her wrists. If she was going to come again she better hurry the hell up because Caden was far too close to the precipice to wait for her. She got hers -twice - so he didn’t feel too cut up about it. All he could feel and think about was how hot, wet and tight she was around his cock. With a low guttural groan, Caden pushed deep inside of Roxy and came. His entire body tensed as he pulsed inside of her. He’d never see heaven, he knew, but this feeling was pretty damn close to how he imagined it.
It was times like this that Roxy was really grateful for how sensitive her body was. Caden’s body pushing against hers as he sank himself deep and those strong pulses of his cock at such a good angle got her so close that it only took a couple of rolls of her hips to push her over. It was a quieter, more suffused orgasm, but her body still gripped and throbbed around him. Roxy bit her bottom lip and let out a hum of pure indulgence, feeling like her whole body was glowing for a moment. She rocked her hips against him just a bit to drain every last drop out of them both, then stilled and opened her eyes to peek at him as a lazy grin crossed her face. “S’a good round one, papi,” she purred, nudging her nose against Caden’s head.
Round one. Caden snickered softly. At the moment, he wasn't sure he could move let alone get it up again for more. But... given some time, and maybe a nap, he'd be game for it. He had his face buried in her neck again and was trying to decide if he wanted to stay there or try and find the energy to make it to their bedroom. Finally, with a soft grunt, he hefted himself up onto his hands and carefully pulled back from Roxy. "If you're expectin' more, then I'm gonna go rest my eyes and everything else. Coming with me?" He leaned back and reached for her hand to help her up.
Roxy eventually would’ve rolled him off of her anyway to go to the bedroom herself. Her dress was still bunched up uncomfortably tight around her, and she wanted to get that fucker off and clean up a bit and then snuggle down into bed with a glass or two of wine and maybe the TV on for a while. It was her birthday, so she got to watch whatever she wanted, and if Caden was napping that meant he wouldn’t bitch about it, so that was good. She knew just how she would wake him up too, when she was ready for more. Roxy took his hand and got up herself with a soft groan. Her body felt pleasantly warm and a little sore and it was perfect. She rose up on her toes to kiss him one more soft time. “Be there in a few minutes,” she murmured. “Gonna clean up and get myself a glass.”
Caden returned her kiss and nodded. He didn't have to discard of any clothes and he didn't feel like picking up the clothes that had been tossed around the floor. He just wanted to flop into bed and sleep for a bit. He didn't mind at all if Roxy wanted to drink some wine in bed and watch tv. Caden tended to be a deep sleeper, so he wasn't concerned with her keeping him awake. "Happy birthday, babe," Caden murmured, brushing some of her hair back behind her ear. The earrings did look nice, and he hoped she'd appreciate them even if they weren't a ring.
“Thank you, love.” She smiled softly and gave him another nuzzly kiss before she pulled away. She was beyond ready to be comfortable, chill, and then get fucked to sleep. Rings weren’t even on her mind at the moment, and while it might cross her thoughts again when she took the earrings out, Roxy knew the disappointment would fade off into the background like it always did. It wasn’t the easiest life, being Caden Lucas’s woman, but he made it worthwhile. To Roxy, anyway, and hers was the only opinion that mattered.