#divorced reader

The sight bruises your soul even further. You know people mostly men always say the divorce came out of nowhere, but for you it really did. You were so sure that you did everything right. Even signing up to the gym when he started criticizing your appearance.

A deep sigh escapes your lungs, now what? you don't even realize the first tears that escape.

Suddenly there is a handkerchief being slide into your view. Looking up you recognize your ex-husbands lawyer, Mr. Price. You both didn't really talk, but with a shudder you remember how he had reasoned with the judge to finalize the progress. He could have told the judge the sky was red and you would have doubt your own reality. With an air of authority and confidence his baritone voice had everyone listening.

Gritting your teeth you thought about snatching this stupid piece of fabric and just stomping on it, but you held yourself back because of the look in his eyes. For now you couldn't make out what it was, no one had ever looked at you like that. With a shaking hand you reach for the handkerchief. You don't know if the rubbing of his finger across your knuckles could be accidental.

"Don't cry love, he doesn't know what a good woman he had."

Now this got your attention. You straighten up a little, searching for some words, who don't want to come.

"I know it's hard for a loyal thing like you, i will be in contact." with this he steps cautiously back, like he doesn't want to startled you away.

They’re all dressed like civilians. A lot of jeans and sweaters. If it weren’t for their accents and good looks they would have fit in with the blue-collar crowd. The only outlier would have been Ghost, who was probably grateful for the cold weather outside. It was helped explain away the black mask covering half of his face.

Someone has probably been on your tail for the last month. Ever since you got that email from Laswell explaining all of your ex-husbands crimes.

“How are you doing over here?” The bartender asks, a younger woman whose been your best friend these last few weeks.

Your drink was nearing its end but getting actually drunk wouldn’t be a good idea tonight.

“I’m still nursing, thanks though.” You say, looking back over to the mohawk at the bar’s end.

Philip Graves was never the greatest partner, but he was a good guy. At least you thought he was during your relationship. But body cam of killing civilians is never a good look.

A glass is set down in front of you.

“No, I’m good.” You repeat to the bartender.

“It’s not from me, honey.” She says, nodding towards the crowd behind you.

Graves had left quite a bit of stuff at the house. Among those were personnel files of almost every solider he’s ever spoken to on a laptop you definitely didn’t have the password to. This was how you knew the six men following you. Among these six was Colonel Alejandro Vargas. A.K.A the handsome man at the far end of the bar staring right at you.

Might as well play along. Raising the glass towards him in thanks and taking a sip. It’s a fruity little drink. The kind that girls who can’t shoot whiskey order. It’s absolutely delicious.

“He just told me the ingredients and I made it for him.” The bartender explains when you mention how good it was.

“So a man I don’t know asked to make me a drink with random ingredients and you just did?” You ask incredulous. Although it didn’t stop you from taking some more sips.

The bartender shrugged. “I honestly wanted to see what would come out of it. Sorry about that.”

Great, you’re one ally in here is either against you or just an idiot.

Aside for the six men and one bartender there were five other patrons here. None of them you really knew aside for a head nod. This bar was too close to the highway to be a regular watering hole. It was one of the reasons that you always chose to come here.

You don’t need to look to know that someone has taken a seat on your left.

“I see you enjoyed the drink,” came an accented voice to your left.

It seems Alejandro was a very confident man. You have to be to make it far in any military. But you couldn’t just be confident to get what you want while in the field. You also have to be smart. And when you’re in the field on an unsanctioned ‘mission’? Well, you’re going to have to be very smart.

“I did,” You replied, “Honestly it seemed a bit much to buy a girl you don’t know. Tequila is usually the first choice.”

Alejandro chuckles at that, it almost sounds genuine. Casually, as if he’s been coming here his entire life, he gestures for the bartender. Asking for a beer that the bartender was quick to come back with. Giving you a look as if to say; “get it, girl.”

“No, tequila would be too cheap for a woman like you.” Alejandro says, taking the beer for a long drink.

The bar’s lightening hasn’t been updated since the nineties. Covered with dust and bulbs that went out of stock before you graduated high school. And yet, Alejandro looked absolutely stunning under it.

With his head tilted back slightly you can see the outline of his jaw. How most of his face is hidden by a thin layer of shadow, but that does nothing to dull the effect his smile has on everyone in the room. He smiles like a fox. A predator that doesn’t just want to eat you, he wants to devour you and taste the screams he can force you to make.

“You deserve something better,” Alejandro adds, setting down his beer for emphasis.

When was the last time you were with someone? It’s been at least a few months, maybe half a year already. The last time you got bent was with Graves, and that was hurried in an airport bathroom because he plane leaving soon. Did you even cum then? Not likely, but Graves certainly did.

“Are you married?” You ask, looking at drink you had finished a minute ago.

You can see Alejandro raise an eyebrow when you ask this.

“No, not married.” He says.

“I’m not either,” You reply standing up and taking his hand. “So, there’s no point in holding back.”

-

This wasn’t the kind of bar that you hook up in. It’s a one stall bathroom that you couldn’t imagine getting on your knees in. Not that it was completely filthy but because the walls were thin as paper. Being able to hear everything that happens makes it a pretty awkward spot, it also made it perfect to declare to the world that you were now free of Graves.

Leading him by the hand Alejandro followed you into the bathroom. His mouth on yours when the door was fully shut. The wood straining against your combined weight when he pressed into you.

He kisses with his teeth. Biting onto your bottom lip; starting roughly, almost drawing blood, before going slower. Kissing you gently as quickly as he pulled you to his body.

“Fuck, you’re good.” He mumbles, letting his tongue explore into your mouth.

“Thank you. More.” You demand, wanting tongue not dialogue.

His hands are hot, almost boiling, as they slide down the back of your pants. Skipping the bases and going straight to cupping your bare ass. His dull nails digging into the soft cheeks, almost painfully. But you aren’t stopping him.

It’s still hard to say whether Alejandro knows you know who he is. It’s confusing, but you shouldn’t even know his name. He didn’t give it to you before being pulled into the bathroom. At the same time you didn’t give your name either. You were two strangers who knew eachother, fucking before deciding if you’ll survive the night.

Like a dance Alejandro walks you backwards. Gently stepping with his hips doing most of the guiding. Pressing his crotch into yours until the bathroom wall is against your back.

“I’m going to taste you, okay? Is that okay?” He pulls away to ask.

His eyes, already brown and beautiful, are dilated from excitement. They’re still staring at your lips, waiting for your answer.

“Yeah, but you don’t-if you don’t want to you don’t have to.” You say, that need to please stronger than the urge to take.

Alejandro gives you the predators smile. He might have given you the illusion of control, but it would always be his mouth on your throat. He proves this now, kissing and dragging his teeth over the pulse point of your throat. It draws out a moan, but it’s mainly a distraction. A way for Alejandro to sneakily open the front of your pants without making a show about it.

“Oh, but I want to.” Alejandro whispers, his warmth leaving as he kneels down at your feet.

Cold air instantly creates goosebumps on your thighs. Alejandro pulling your pants down to your ankles. Getting your right boot off without a second thought. Doing so quickly to free only one of your legs from the pants. He only need one, just one to lift over his shoulder and allow his access to your pussy.

“Oh, fuck.” You whisper, hands in dark hair.

“That’s good, but that’s just a start.” Alejandro says, and it’s impossible to tell if it’s supposed to be a warning or a promise.

There’s no warmup, there’s no teasing. The only foreplay you get is the moving of your underwear. Sliding it over to make room for his tongue.

It’s a powerful touch, one that sends a feeling through your body like a gun shot. It’s more surprising than pleasurable. The wall meets your head when throwing it back, groaning out in appreciation and also wanting something more than just surprise touches.

Your leg is moved up over his shoulder, your heel digging into his back.

From your entrance to the clit Alejandro licks his way through your body. He does so slowly, flattening his tongue as he goes back and forth.

The initial build in your body takes a few seconds. Again, it’s been a minute since you’ve gotten someone to down on you. That Alejandro did so without hesitation, even bringing up the idea, made this so much better. It makes you desirable, needed, a precious person that Alejandro didn’t want to share with anyone.

His hot breath on your lips, his hand on your thigh, tongue sliding in built in your gut. Warmth and electricity grow from your clit, through your stomach, and against your breasts. It’s moving so quickly that your brain has probably been affected by the pleasure that runs through your body.

“Okay, okay, yeah. Oh please!” You started to beg, rolling your hips with his licking.

His fingers slide through the spit and wetness. Two digits penetrating you with solid pressure that keeps a steady pace back and forth. He moans at the tight feeling, making sure you knew just how much he appreciates the feeling.

“Alejandro, fuck!” You call out, wanting the entire world to know who was doing this.

You don’t feel the bit of hesitation when Alejandro hears his name. Mainly out of confusion (fake identities were decided in the car) but also out of almost panic. He didn’t know much about the ex-wife of Philip Graves, only that you were key to revenge.

And what better revenge than making your enemies wife cum hard?

Your head practically bangs against the wall. Pleasure taking complete control in a feeling that can only be described as cold. It tightens in your gut, it presses your breasts, fogs your brain, and forces your mouth to call out for a god you might not even believe in.

He doesn’t stop when you start crying out. Keeping with the rhythm that started the orgasm and adding a squeeze to your thigh. His non-verbal way of saying “make the world hear, baby. Be so loud that Graves will hear your orgasm from hell.”

Eventually the orgasm has to leave. When it does your drained, wobbly, almost forgetting where you were and who you were with. Only looking down at Alejandro’s (wet) face reminded you of the mistake you had just made.

“How’d you know my name?” He asks, a smile on his face as if he was the one on top.

There is an illusion of confidence you’ve been using since learning the truth about Graves. It’s carried you through the divorce, the secrets, and everything else that has come your way. But looking down at Alejandro, being given the best tongue in your life, it made that illusion dissolve.