Ty

The sound of a door opening somewhere in the distance has me trying and failing to lift my head as the booze sloshes around my skull and numbs out everything.

I’ve had one hell of a week and an even worse day so do not get all freaking sanctimonious on me about getting shit faced. I needed it when those fucking gifts came back looking like a rabid pitbull had taken it’s jaws to them.

I totally hit rock bottom when I opened the card she sent and then the box of chocolates. I laughed so hard when I saw those half chewed globs of spitty brown goo that Blay came running into my office and tackled me for the card.

Having your one and only true love tell you to suck a dirty vagina does not a relationship make. Blay laughed so hard at her drawing of the suggestion-yeah, she has some pretty neat art skills and the guy on his knees, going down on something that….yuck.

It looked like me. She draws well.

Blay took a photo of it and sent it to Tink, who sent it to Mari, who sent it to everyone on her contacts list. Even mom got it. When the phone on my desk rang just as Gray and Rus walked in laughing I knew I was doomed.

“Goodness, she’s really quite multi-talented Tyson. The likeness is astounding.”

I cursed and slammed the phone down because having my mother laugh at me while dad hooted in the background was a low blow. Score to Roxeletta I guess.

That was okay though. I was holding strong. It was the moment I sat looking at those chocolates and contemplated eating every single one that I knew I was in trouble.

Relax. I didn’t. Not because I didn’t want to mind you but because Gray cursed and threw them away because according to him, Rox and Mari are related, and she probably got someone nasty and diseased to chew them for her.

Even then, I was okay. It was when Lizzie stormed into my office, her loud green housecoat flapping behind her that I almost cracked. I’m a man, a strong man with balls and fortitude, but that woman scares the hell out of me.

She breathes heavy when she’s pissed. And Blay is completely right, her eyes are all wrong. Deep and dark and menacing.

“You need to shit or get off the pot you little fool. God help me, I go to all this trouble to get you and Rox together and look at the mess the two of you have made.” She grated, her teeth bared at me threateningly.

I was confused for a beat, but never say that Lizzie Egan doesn’t deliver because she proceeded to school me in the ways of the Catholic Samurai.

“You will stop playing around now Tyson and lock that girl down. Her poor mother is beside herself with visions of spinsterhood and a life spent picking dough out of that girl’s dirty hair. What are you doing?”

“Me? I, uh, I’m trying! Mom visits every day and they have supper at the Crocker’s. I’ve sent Rox every gift under the sun that I can think of and they either come back crushed and shredded or Tink tells Blay that she gave it away to a perfect stranger. Diamonds are expensive, Lizzie.”

I whined a little because everyone knows I’m a freaking tight fisted asshole and that I hate throwing money around on useless shit. I caved though and got her a gold chain with a diamond angel pendant only to hear that a mother of four is now swanning around with a smile on her face.

“Pfft. Gifts! Whoever told your fool self that our girls need all that fancy schmancy stuff. They don’t do diamonds boy, they do indecent acts and spreading terror through the city. They don’t need things, they need the men they love to prove that love unequivocally. You want Rox, you have to dig deep and taste the humiliation.”

And things only got worse from there. I listened as she ranted, raged and threatened me with violent acts that no person with a soul could ever do to another.

By the time she left I was sweating and just grateful to be alive. But I knew something that made me smile too even as I shook in fear. Rox’s family are on board with me coming after her.

That’s good because after three near death misses at a construction site yesterday I was starting to get paranoid.

“Shhht! Be careful of her head for God sakes. She’s already operating under a disadvantage. Marveline will have fits if she gets any weirder.”

I can’t see a thing because I’m pretty toasted, but I could swear I hear Lizzie cackling as a dark blob of shapes creep into my room and something dark and sinister trudges toward my bed.

“God have mercy, this place smells like death.”

“Shut up and move! She’s starting to shake. She only does that if her stomach’s gonna blow.”

“Don’t you sass me you little criminal. I’ll call your mama and have you sweating for mercy. And after I agreed to help you.”

“This was your fucking idea you old bag!”

I’m toasted but I could swear that hiss comes from Ingram, the same woman who threatened to give me a vagina.

“Hmf, placing blame ain’t gonna help us if this one wakes up and catches us in the act. Her mama still has them bite scars from the chicken incident. And I don’t want to be here if she starts snapping. Haul ass Russell. Don’t be shy! It’s just her bra and panties!”

Seconds later I feel a warm weight settle over me and sigh when the heavenly smell of flowers washes through me. Rox.

“Move! I think I saw her toe twitch.”

The ruckus they make getting out of there could wake the dead but I smile as Rox just mumbles and settles closer, rubbing her crotch over my dick.

I’m too bombed to even move but dead to rights the big bastard has enough life in him to stiffen and start sniffing around for his mate.

I fall asleep with a hard on that physically hurts and a smile on my face because while I may not have done any of this, I still count it as a win on my score card.

*************

Rox

Oh. Oh yes.

The feeling of warmth and pressure on my nipple makes me moan in pleasure and push closer, the need for more strong as I feel the scrape of teeth and luxuriate in the zing that travels from my breasts all the way to my clit and sheath.

“Hhhm.” I moan, wanting more, no needing more as I crack my eyelid and see a dark head of hair on my chest right before that mouth starts sucking with a force that makes me gush my pleasure.

I’m not yet fully awake but I recognise that smell, recognise the rumbled growl as Tyson sucks at my nipples, teasing, licking and making me writhe with pleasure.

I should struggle and kick his ass but as I wake fully and come to terms with the very real and confusing fact that I am in fact in bed, in Tyson’s apartment with his mouth on my boobs and a hand sliding between my legs, all I can bring myself to do is open wider and let him feel the arousal pooling in my sex.

“Fuck Rox.” He moans when his fingers slip into my slit, the digits slick with my juices as he pushes down over my opening and brings it up to rub at my clit.

It feels so good. Sooo good when he starts massaging the little bundle, alternating between the little nub and stroking down to my opening, dipping in a fingertip before starting all over again.

“Ty.”

I gasp and push in closer when he gets serious and pushes a finger deep into me at the same time he pulls my nipple into his mouth and sucks hard.

Heat, passion. That tingling, throbbing ache that starts building feels so good I can’t do a thing but bump my hips up, taking more of his finger as I pull on his hair to make him suck me harder.

Ty groans and seems to lose some of the control he’s been showing because I feel him snarl out his victory and then he’s thrusting another finger into my wet heat and fucking me with it. Hard. Deep. Over and over again.

Wet sounds fill the room along with my moans and his growls of possession and it sounds so dirty it makes me hotter.

“Yes. That’s it baby, use me to get off. Oh Rox, God baby you’re so wet you’re soaking my hand.”

I get even wetter at that and do just what he wants, pumping my hips and screaming when he reaches deeper and finds my spot, those magical fingertips rubbing me so perfectly I feel my belly clench as tingles start sparking deep in my womb, radiating down to my sex where he’s pleasuring me.

“Ty. Oh, yes.” I moan, when he pumps harder and bites into my nipple, sucking at the sting as the pressure increases.

“Need you to come Rox. Fuck shit.” He growls when his words make me do just that, my sex clenching so hard I bow up and scream his name to the heavens.

Pleasure hits me, reaching a peak and just exploding all through me as I gasp in a silent breath and shatter on his hand, flooding it with my orgasm.

I’m so high on the climax, so tight and filled with it I don’t feel him move until he’s over me and thrusting into my still clenching depths, making the orgasm spiral higher.

It’s so strong and deep I cry out again, this time into Ty’s mouth when he rears up to kiss me, taking my mouth with passion. Sucking my tongue into his mouth. Letting me have his.

He’s so dominant and just…in control that I have to come down from my orgasmic high to realize he hasn’t moved, is just thrust all the way into me and holding still, waiting for me to look at him.

When I do, it hurts because he’s smiling. Tenderly. With so much emotion in his eyes it makes my throat ache just looking at it.

“I love you.”

His whisper is bittersweet because I don’t want those words now, not now after I promised myself I wouldn’t do this with him again. Sex is fine. It’s body parts and sweat and moments. The emotions are scary and I shy away from them instinctively as Ty smiles his acknowledgement of my silence and kisses me softly.

“I can wait Rox. But just so you know, this?” he says, making me gasp when he pulls out until only the crown of his shaft is filling before slamming back in deep. “This I won’t give up. This is mine.”

And he proves it to me as he starts a strong rhythm inside me, going deep with slow, forceful strokes that hit into my cervix and make the pleasure just a little painful the way I like it.

I’m sweating and clutching at him, tightening my sex as he keeps driving into me slowly, forcefully, showing me that he’s in complete control of the moment.

And I don’t want it any other way, I think as his sweat coats my skin and the tang of his arousal fills my nose. I like the hard, deep pressure as he claims every inch of me. I love the growling sounds he makes as he kisses me and uses his fingers to pinch at my hard nipples.

I scream out my approval when he lifts my leg and hooks it over his shoulder, sending him deeper still.

“Mine. Mine. Mine.” He roars as he pumps into me, the slapping sounds of our flesh meeting echoing around us as I pump up into him, taking my pleasure.

This isn’t sex. I know it can’t be because as Tyson drills into me, his balls slapping me with every impact I feel owned. Claimed. And so fucking hot from the forces me to take all of him while he takes all of me.

I come after an eternity of begging for him to finish me and almost lose it when he lunges in deep one last time and yells, filling me with his hot seed.

Shoot. I guess this one’s his.

And from the grin he gives me as he flips me over onto my knees and latches his mouth onto me-I should not have screamed and rotated my hips dammit-he knows it too.