Open Your Mouth
Adrian
The sky is dark, and heavy clouds threaten rain. It’s been a few days since I begrudgingly returned to Kingsport. I would have stayed in Torhaven longer, but I need to deal with the Alice situation, and I’m scheduled to work a couple of times this week. My job has perks, including a flexible schedule, but I need actually to show up to reap the benefits.
Traffic is light as I make my way across the city. A little more traffic might’ve been welcome, giving me longer to mentally prepare for what will probably be a blowout with Alice. She’d wanted to talk the day I came back. I avoided it, needing time to get my head on straight.
Based on what Ronan said, she’s going to ask about Lex. I’m not entirely sure how I will answer those particular questions. The only thing I know is that it’s time to end things. This was the last mess to handle during the fallout of the night last week. Nate and I had practice the day I came home, and both did an excellent job pretending nothing happened.
Brittney gave me a tongue-lashing, and I had to agree to make my Instagram account public as penance. I’m already up a few thousand followers, and she’s sent me a posting schedule that almost makes me regret punching Nate in a crowded bar.
Pulling into the driveway of the house Alice and I share, I realize this won’t be as clean as I had hoped. Her folks were well off, and when we moved in together, they’d given us a sizeable down payment for this place, but it was still ours. She’ll need to buy me out or sell it. I am not entirely in the position to walk away from the equity we built in the last few years. Plus, the market had exploded, and this place was worth nearly double what we had paid.
Yeah, she’s going to hate me.
I wish I felt worse about that.
I shift the truck into park and flip down the visor. I look like shit: dark circles, overgrown beard—like I’m unraveling. I scrape a hand over my jaw, making a mental note to grab razors on the way back to the hotel. My eyes appear darker due to the dark circles formed over the last 6 days. Delaying this doesn’t benefit anyone, and I need to clear my head.
Movement ahead of me draws my attention, and I see Alice standing at the window. Regarding her appearance, I almost feel guilty for dragging her along for so long. After nearly two years of the guys criticizing me for looking for Lex, I met her. Alice is a lovely woman, but I’ve never been into nice, and Ronan has never dropped how incompatible we are. Since the bar fight, her mother has called me relentlessly. Her brother texted me to offer his two cents — a veiled attempt to encourage me to make up:
“My sister can be so dramatic, man. Kiss and makeup or whatever you do.”
I see her shift back and forth on her feet, eager for me to come inside. I turn the truck off, spit the gum I’m chewing into an empty coffee cup, and climb out of the truck. As I go to the door, the rain starts to fall.
Before I reach the top step, the front door swings open. Her eyes are full of apprehension and hope. This was the endgame for her. It was never the endgame for me. It was always for right now, one day at a time.
The house is warm, and she has so many candles burning. The aroma hits me instantly and makes my head hurt. She hesitates a little before leaning in to hug me. I wrap my arms around her soft curves tightly.
I’m sorry, Alice.
She ushers me into the living room and encourages me to join her on the couch. Wanting to keep a little space between us, I move to the loveseat. Her intentional choice shifts her expression of hope to what I can only assume is sorrow. We are silent for a few moments. Her eyes move from my face to her hands. She’s never been a strong, confident woman. I need to break the silence.
“Listen, Alice—” My voice comes out rough and low.
That’s all I manage before she breaks. Her back hunches inward, hands tangling in her hair, as her breath shatters into ragged gasps. Her sobs are loud, raw—the crying that doesn’t stop when you want it to.
Christ .
She’s also never been great at keeping her emotions in check.
“So what, Adrian? That’s it?” She sobs, her voice shaking so much I barely make out the words.
I search my brain for words that will soften the blow. That will make her stop making that awful whooping sound when she cries. Instead, I rise, move to the other couch, and put a hand on her knee, trying to reassure her that she will be okay.
Affirming my choice to keep my distance, she interprets this differently than I hoped. She lunges at me. Her mouth collides with mine, offering desperate, sloppy kisses.
Ugh .
I resist the urge to throw her off of me, instead gently trying to push her backward. I need to get this out. She shoves my hands away and grabs for my belt, a determined look in her tear-filled eyes. Alice isn’t usually this forward, and she’s never been into oral, but here we are.
“Please, Adrian,” She whispers between sniffles, “let me show you how much I love you.”
This is brutal. On one hand, it’s pitiful enough to kill whatever shred of respect I had left for her. On the other, my body betrays me—my dick pressing against my jeans as she climbs onto my lap.
She is breathy. Her hands move too quickly, and I now have a growing concern she will do actual damage when she rips my zipper down. I grab her forearms and lift her back up, pulling her in to kiss me. Anything to distract her from the functional part of my pants she’s about to weaponize against an appendage I am very attached to. She presses herself on top of me, her tongue slipping into my mouth.
Has she always been this bad at kissing?
I can taste the red wine she must have been drinking while waiting for me to arrive, which explains her sloppiness.
I’ve spent the last three years being so gentle. She’s always been so soft and gentle and meek. Since this is the last time, I figure it’s a good opportunity to introduce her to the version of myself I’ve kept chained up for so long. A version she may be more willing to let go of.
I make a quick move, flipping her onto her back and pinning her beneath me. My hand wraps firmly around her throat, not cutting off her air but affecting her ability to breathe.
She gasps, the noise forced, her eyes widening. The tears that were there have dried, but her full cheeks are splotchy and red.
“You want to make me feel good, Alice?” I ask, my voice low. Leaning down to her, I gently bite the spot on her neck that makes her tremble.
She nods eagerly, and I sink my teeth into her skin hard enough that she’ll have a clear bite mark tomorrow.
Her hands hit my chest, and she pushed me back, crying out.
Thought so.
I sit up, a sinister grin on my lips. Reclining to look at her. Her cheeks are flushed, eyes wide, and lips parted. I can see how fast her heart is beating. In the way, her chest rises as she breathes in and out, in the vein running through the spot I just bit.
“Guess not,” I say coolly, pushing back off the couch.
“Wait.” She rushes out, grabbing for my shirt. “You caught me off guard. You can do that. You can do whatever you want. I want this.”
Her voice is unsteady. She doesn’t want me, not really. She just doesn’t want to lose the life we’ve built together. She doesn’t want to start again. This is different. I feel my gaze darken, raking over her in this position. Submissive. Somehow, looking small despite her full figure.
“Do you?” I ask, pressing my knee between her thighs as I lean over her again, the movement sending jolts of pleasure through her.
She nods again, and her thighs fall apart beneath me. I kiss her harder. Biting at her bottom lip hard enough, I hear her whimper and taste the coppery taste of blood. She whimpers but doesn’t protest or push me away again.
I reach down to her jeans, undoing the buttons and pulling them off. I run my fingers over the outside of her panties. They are soaked. She’s never been this loud - breathy, desperate. Moving her panties aside, I slide two fingers in, curling them up, finding that spot that has her back arching.
“Adrian,” she moans, her voice trembling.
I reach for her pink blouse and rip it open, the buttons scattering across the floor. A satisfying sound. She jumps, her hand rubbing her bruised, swollen lip. I swat her hand away from her mouth, gripping her face firmly.
I growl, fixing my gaze on her wide eyes. “You’re going to do exactly what I say when I say it.”
Her fear is palpable, but she nods.
“Say it, Alice,” I demand.
Her voice is shaky when she replies, “What you say; when you say it…”
I press a soft kiss to her lips, soaking in the feeling of controlling her.
“Good girl.”
Standing, I undo my jeans.
“Get on your knees,” I demand.
She slowly slides off the couch to the floor; her eyes are full of uncertainty. Her gaze darts to the cushions on the sofa, and she reaches for one. These stupid fucking decorative pillows she’s crowded the couch with. I’ve always hated these fucking pillows. I knock her hand away and throw the cushion across the room. She jumps when it collides with the entertainment unit, sending a photo of us from her brother’s wedding crashing to the floor.
“No.” I say firmly, “If you’re scared of a little pain, this ends now.”
I pull my cock out of my pants, slowly rubbing up and down the stiff shaft.
Her eyes fall to it, then back to my face. She shakes her head and settles down on the hardwood floor.
“Open your mouth and stick out your tongue,” I demand.
She swallows and does as she’s told, her tongue trembling slightly as it extends.
I lean in close, whispering, “Don’t move. I’m going to fuck your face.”
I can see the saliva pooling in her mouth, and my heart rate kicks up, anticipating her appearance in about two minutes. Fisting my cock a little more, enough for a bead of pre-cum to form at the tip, I push it onto her tongue. Allowing her a moment to savor it before I press closer.
Her lips close around me, and her eyes flutter as I inch toward the back of her throat.
Absolutely fucking not.
I pull back, entirely out of her mouth and out of her reach. She nearly topples forward as she tries to follow me. Her eyes pop open and find mine. I shake my head slightly. Tsking her.
“Eyes on me, Alice. Do not close your eyes.”
She nods, tongue still sticking out, the first drops of drool falling onto her thighs. Maybe we wouldn’t be where we are if she’d always been like this. I press my dick back into her mouth, holding eye contact with her as I push it all the way to the back of her throat. When I hit resistance, I grab the back of her head.
“Breathe through your nose, Alice,” I instruct before pushing past the resistance, her throat constricting tightly around me. The sensation sends a jolt of electricity up my spine, and I fist her hair tighter.
Her eyes go wide, and her body heaves with a gag. She can barely take it; tears fill her eyes, but she doesn’t pull back.
I move my dick in and out, fucking her throat slowly at first. Watching the drool pour out of her mouth and all over her legs. Her hands are on top of her legs, and they flex as she works to stay still, leaving little white circles around the areas where the tips of her fingers dig into her thighs.
“That’s it,” I groan, “Good girl.”
Her mascara runs down her face as the tears intensify. I pull out enough for her to take a deep breath. Her coughs fill the room.
“Do you want me to stop?” I ask, my tone deceptive in its softness as I give her a moment to gasp for air.
She shakes her head no. Desperation all over her face.
“I’m going to go harder. Show me what a good girl you are, Alice.”
I place my hand on the back of her head and enter her mouth slowly, pushing in. When her nose hits my groin, I pause. When her shoulder relaxes slightly, I take that as my sign. With my other hand holding both sides of her head, I pull my cock out before slamming it back in with force. In and out, in and out. Picking up speed as my pleasure grows.
Snot runs from her nose, her cheeks are black with mascara, and her thighs are so slick with drool that her hands slip from the places they were grabbing onto for leverage. She’s never looked better. I can’t help but imagine Lex in this position. Her dark hair a mess, her full lips wrapped around me. I pull myself back to this moment. To Alice. I owe her my attention.
“You’re such a mess,” I growl, my pace quickening. “But you’re taking it so well.”
I could stop. I could flip her over and fuck her. One final fuck. But I don’t care enough to give her that. I wanted to talk, but she threw herself at me. So, I continue with relentless force. Her chest heaves, body shakes as she gags around my dick. The movement adds to the sensation, and it’s not long until I feel that familiar tightening low in my gut.
I thrust in hard and deep, holding her against me, coming down her throat, and forcing her to swallow. I tilt my head back as I finish. Her body shakes against me. Looking down, I see her eyes still fixed on me, tears streaming down her cheeks.
When I finally pull out, she falls onto her hands and knees. She gasps and coughs, and the surrounding floor is a mess of drool and snot.
I tuck my dick back into my pants and fasten my belt. Moving back to the loveseat, I fall onto it and splay my arms across the back. The room is silent except for her ragged breaths and the radio in the kitchen, playing Creep by Radiohead quietly. Alice remains on her hands and knees, her hair a tangled mess. She doesn’t look at me.
“Alice,” I call her gently, an inviting look on my face.
Her head lifts slowly, her gaze meeting mine. She’s a wreck—her makeup smeared, her cheeks streaked with tears, her lip swollen from where I bit her. I can’t help but smile. She looks beautiful and hopeful as if this one act could have altered our course. I harden my expression before she can latch on to the wrong idea.
“This is over,” I say. My voice is steady and cold. “Sell the house.”
She blinks like she might have misheard me, and her brain refuses to process what I’m saying. Then, her face crumples as the words sink in, and she reaches for the couch to balance herself. Her lips quiver, but I don’t waiver.
“No,” She whispers, her voice cracking. “You don’t mean it.”
I don’t answer, and her expression morphs into anger.
“This is about her, isn’t it?”
I stand, grabbing my keys.
“You’re such a piece of shit, Adrian. Such a fucking coward.”
I don’t bother responding or glance back as I walk out the door.
The sound of something heavy hits the door and shatters. I pause for a moment at the top of the steps. I climb into my truck, fire up the engine, and pull onto the street. As I drive away, my phone lights up. A glance shows me it’s a text from Ronan:
“You better have sorted your shit out. Practice tonight at 9.”
The clock on my truck says it’s just before seven. I have enough time to stop by the station before practice. Pulling to the side of the road a few minutes later, I get the papers out of my center console. I read them over to ensure I have done them correctly, then flip to the last page and scribble my signature.
I’ve been considering this for a while now. The team is busy, the income is decent, and last week’s events have solidified the decision. I put the truck in gear and swing it around, heading to the station to submit my request. My phone lights up again, and Alice’s face appears on the screen. I decline the call and block her number.
She’s no longer my concern or problem.