#jealous!stuart

The bartender glances up at the man in front of her, pausing for a moment before smiling at him, “Sure thing hot stuff, just give me a second.” Her voice is sugary sweet and she shoots him a wink.

I try to push down the sense of disappointment that’s filling me, I was hoping she had better taste than to be impressed by the caveman idiot next to me. He smirks at the girl on his lap, clearly so fucking proud of himself for no fucking reason and I resist the urge to roll my eyes.

She pulls a bottles towards her, unscrewing the cap quickly and putting it down on the bar before pouring out a full shot of the clear liquor and then sliding it across the bar to him. She quickly puts the cap back on and shoves the bottles back with some others, out of sight.

“Drink up,” she says with a small smirk, and he throws his head back, downing the whole shot without a second thought. He grimaces slightly, staggering up off of his stool.

“As much as I’d love to keep staring at your pretty little fuck me lips, I’m out of here, I’ve got a slut to fuck,” He says in a slur, pulling the brunette up along behind him, “Don’t miss me too much, Dollface.”

She shoots him a glare as soon as his back is turn, mumbling something to herself in irritation and I bite back a chuckle.

“Can I get a Rum and Coke on the rocks?” I ask her and she whips her head up to look at me, “Preferably without the rubbing alcohol added into it.” I add in a low voice and  her eyes widen as she blushes slightly.

“You could tell?” She asks in a mumble and I snicker, which causes her to blush a little darker.

“I could smell it from across the bar.”

“You didn’t say anything, you could have warned him.”

“Why would I do that? He’s trash water, definitely deserved some isopropyl.”

“Did you just call him trash water?” She asks with a laugh and I can feel my face heat up slightly.

“Well yeah, it seemed like a good insult, what would you have called him?”

She slides my drink to me and I take a sip of it, “Off the clock? Probably a cock sucker.” I snort, the alcohol shooting out through my nose slightly and I cough, squeezing my eyes shut as I try to ignore the horrible burning sensation in my nasal passage.

“Oh fuck, I’m so sorry.” She gasps out between peals of laughter.

“Not quite the suave impression I was hoping to make.” I mumble, feeling a bit embarrassed and she smiles at me sweetly, causing my stomach to flip slightly.

“Honestly, you’re the only one in this bar making a decent impression.”

“Really? The nerd boy is making a better impression than all these overaged jock types?” I ask her, quirking an eyebrow at her and she grins and she pours some alcohol into another glass.

“So it would seem. Drink up, nerd boy.” She says with a laugh before sliding another glass towards me, “On the house.”

“Come on Nerd Boy, you’ve been coming here for weeks and you’re telling me you’re still just going to order a ‘Rum and Coke on the rocks’.” She says making her voice rough and low to imitate how I order my usual drink and I find my eyes focusing on the curve of her lips as she pulls them into a grin.

“What can I say, I’m a creature of habit.”

“I have a strict no creatures in my bar philosophy.” She finishes mixing a drink and slides it towards me, “Here, try this one.”

“What is it?” I ask, eyeing the orange red drink suspiciously.

“Sex on the beach,” She says, flashing me one of those winks that makes my heart drop to my stomach and leap into my throat simultaneously, “On the rocks, I didn’t switch it up on you too much.” She adds with a laugh as she leans towards me from across the other side of the bar and I nod absentmindedly, watching as her chest strains against the thin fabric of her crop top, her breasts swelling up over the top slightly and I gulp slightly.

“I see Walt loosened up a bit on the dress code,” I comment, motioning slightly towards her while I take a sip of my drink and she smirks at me suggestively.

“He liked the sudden spike in profit from me getting to wear what I want.”

“I can see that.” I say, shooting a pointed look over at a group of rowdy neanderthals that are ogling at her.

“Jealous, nerd boy?” She teases, winking at the group of guys before blowing me a kiss.

“Of them? Never.” I mumble, downing a bit more of my drink.  

“Good, you shouldn’t be, you’re worth ten of them anyways.”

“You’re just saying that because I always let you con me into helping you close down the bar.”

“You caught me, babes, it’s all secretly part of my wicked master plan.”

“Someone call Satan, his daughter is loose in the bar,” I quip back and she grins at me devilishly.

“Where do you think i get my sinfully good looks from?” She asks, biting her lip before shooting me another sultry wink and I gulp, trying to swallow down the lump of nervousness that’s formed in my throat.

“Devil woman,” I mutter under my breathe and she laughs before making her way down to another section of the bar to hustle some tips out of the poor unsuspecting idiots that have been lusting after her all night long.

I gaze after her, my eyes trained on the way her frayed denim shorts that hug her ass like a second skin, and I shift uncomfortably, trying to will away the thoughts of gripping her ass while I have her pinned up between me and a wall.

She leans against the bar, her breasts swelling from the positioning of her arms as she flirts with some sloppy looking fuckboy that can’t keep his eyes off of her cleavage and I clench my jaw, an inferno of jealousy igniting inside me. He splays his hand over the top of hers, leering at her, and I want nothing more than to tear my gaze away and pretend nothing is happening.

I stare at them intently, my eyes scanning her body language. While on the outside she looks like she’s enjoying it, looking a little closer at the more subtle reactions tells a completely different story. While at first glance she looks completely comfortable having him touching her, I can see the slight tense of her jaw, the way she seems to look through him rather than at him, the way her fingers clench slightly onto the worn wood of the bar.

A sense of relief floods through me slightly, along with a hint of smugness that she never has to force herself to endure talking to me, like it’s some kind of chore she can’t be bothered with. I glance back down to my tablet, letting myself focus on some work, attempting to keep myself from continuing to obsess over her.

“I thought they’d never fucking leave,” She grumbles, swiping her ragged towel against the bar roughly, irritation radiating off of her.

“I’m starting to wonder if all bartenders hate their jobs or if it’s just you.” I tease her and she flashes me a withering glare.

“I’m sure the others would hate it too if they had hoardes of scummy fuckboys using shitty pickup lines on them too.”

“Fair enough,” I put my hands up defensively, signifying my surrender and she sighs.

“I like it well enough for the most part,” She mumbles quietly, “I like mixing the drinks, and getting to meet new people, and hear all the crazy stories from people that come to visit from other countries, and not to mention when we get the groups of Aussies and Irish guys because they’re always a good time,” She pauses, smirking at my obvious discomfort at how much fun she thinks the Australians and Irish are, “But the entitlement always gets me. I don’t think I’ll ever understand why  these guys think they can just come in and automatically get their pick of whatever the fuck they want. They have no problem flashing around all this supposed money they have, yet they always try and get free drinks. They only tip well if they think I’m going to sleep with them, and many of them just assume I’m going to let them just fuck me against the bar just because they decided to look at me.”

I nod sympathetically, but I can’t help the image of fucking her against the bar that flashes into my mind. The thought of her legs wrapped around my waist while I slide into her, her back arching up off of the battered bar while I bury my face in her perfect breasts.

“Earth to nerd boy,” She says loudly, waving her hand in front of my face, and I blink quickly, trying to banish the thoughts from my head. “What were you thinking about?” She asks, quirking an eyebrow at me and I can feel my face flush slightly as I clear my throat.

“My absolute outrage at the scummy fuckboys, of course.” I pull my beanie off, running my hand nervously through my hair before fixing my glasses and she fixes me with a stare, not looking entirely convinced.

Silence falls between us, punctuated by the bass vibrating through the walls from the club next door. She glances up at the clock on the wall before throwing down the rag and hopping over the bar.

“Let’s go, nerd boy.”  She says, grabbing my hand and I drop my beanie down onto my now vacated stool.

“Where are we going?”

“Next door, I wanna dance and you, kind sir, are going to keep all the creeps from putting their nasty little hands on me.”

I gulp, trying not to focus on how her hand feels in mine, and silently willing my body to absolutely not start clamming up.

“I’m not sure you’re ready for my awesome moves,” I mumble and she looks over her shoulder to flash me a grin.

“Bring it, stud.”

She pulls me through the door, and down along the alley connecting the bar to the club, nothing but confidence radiating off of her without a hint of hesitation. I take a deep breath, giving myself a silent pep talk, determined not to make a fool of myself.

The loudness of the music hits me the second we walk in, and my eyes take a moment to adjust to the darkness of the club. She weaves us through the throngs of sweaty bodies until she finds a place for us in the middle of the dance floor.

Leaning against me, she doesn’t let go of my hand, choosing instead to rest it on her hip and my hand grips her unconsciously. She sways her hips against me, in perfect time to the beat of the music and I fall into rhythm behind her. My other hand makes it’s way to her other hip, gripping her tightly as I pull her closer to me and she leans her head back against my chest, one of her arms snaking up to grasp the back of my neck.

A shiver goes up along my spine, the feeling of being so close to her is intoxicating. A small bit of courage surges through me and I lean down, brushing my lips against her neck and she lets out a shaky breath. That faint sound of encouragement is all I seem to need before I’m dipping my mouth back down, tracing every inch of her neck with my tongue until I nip gently at the junction between her neck and shoulder. She whimpers softly, a needy sound, and I suck in a harsh breath. I can feel the heat of her as she grinds against me, almost like she’s trying to conquer every inch of space left between us.

“Lemme show you how a real man dances,” Some red headed sleazeball slurs, pulling her out of my grasp until she pressed against his chest, his hands splaying across the bare skin of her stomach where her crop top has risen up. Another surge of jealousy goes through me, watching him put his hands on her. She glances back at me, her gaze slicing through me to the core, and suddenly, the jealousy is replaced with a burning intensity I can’t explain.

“Hands off my girl.” I growl, and he smirks at me.

“She doesn’t seem to be complaining, are you doll face.”

I wrap my hand around her wrist, pulling towards me like she’s nothing more than a leaf on the wind. I fold her into my arm, wrapping it possessively around her waist.

“Back. Off.”

“Look bro, a bad bitch like her doesn’t want some Bing water boy.”

I see red, and before I know it my fist is colliding with his nose and there’s a satisfying crunching sound before blood starts streaming from his nose, “It’s google, bitch.”

I pull her after me, back through the wall of sweaty bodies, and out the door before shoving her against the rough brick wall.

“I  hate seeing them with their hands on you, baby,” I growl, my hands finding their way to her waist as I drag the tip of my nose down the side of her neck, my lips ghosting along the shell of her ear, “I hate seeing how they look at you, like they want nothing more than to fuck you until you’re screaming their names,” I suck a hickey onto her neck, rough and raw, claiming her as mine, “The only name you’re going to be screaming is mine.”

“Stuart,” She whimpers, using my name for the first time I can really remember and hearing it roll off her tongue does nothing to quiet the roaring in my blood.

She wraps her arms around my neck, pulling me tightly against her as her mouth meets mine in a searing kiss, pulling my lower lip between her teeth and I groan against her mouth. I slide my tongue into her mouth, battling with hers for dominance. I wrap my fist in her hair, pulling her head back to give me unrestricted access to the column of her neck as I nip my way down the soft skin. Her head falls back against the brick wall, as she lets of a soft moan.

“Stuart,” She whines, her voice raspy, “I need you.”

“Better get those keys out or I’m fucking you right here against this wall, baby girl,” I groan in her ear and her breath hitches, “Something tells me you’d like that.”

She slides out from where she was pressed between me and the wall, and I lean against the wall letting out a harsh breath while she fumbles with her key ring before the door pops open.

“You coming?” She asks over her shoulder, trailing her eyes down my body and I can feel my cock twitch at the way she bites her lip.

“We will be,” I mumble under my breath, smirking at her, and she winks at me before reaching her hand out to pull me into the dark bar.

I shove her against the now closed door, returning to my mouth’s assault against the delicate skin of her neck, and trailing my hands down her body so I can palm her ass through her shorts.

“I’ve been thinking about this all fucking night.” I groan, gripping her roughly, my hands under her thighs so I can lift her up, my body slotting in between her legs. Her core hot against my abdomen and I shudder at the thought of how it’ll feel to be inside of her.

“I’ve been thinking about fucking you all night.” She moans in my ear and suddenly my khakis are much too tight and I need her even more than I thought was possible.

“If you want to use your mouth for filthy things then I can think of something much better than just saying naughty things.” I say to her in a low growl and she flicks her tongue out, licking my lips teasingly.

“Anything for you, Daddy,” she purrs, and there’s a roaring in my ears so intense I have to push back the animalistic urge to slam into her and fuck her hard against this door.

“On your knees, now, princess.”

She slides down my body, in a move that in the best case scenario could be described as practically pornographic until she settles on her knees on the hard floor, looking up at me innocently. I take a few steps back from her, the look in her eye almost predatory, as she crawls slowly along the floor towards me. My back hits the wall as she grins at me, her hands splaying across my thighs before gripping them. She runs her nails up and down my thighs,  the hairs on the back of my neck prickle as a shiver runs down my spine. She presses a few open mouthed kisses up one clothed thigh and then down the other. Her fingers trail along the top of my waistband dipping under it before sliding back out, teasing me, and I can’t contain the whimper that escapes from my mouth.

“You’re being so good for me, baby,” she says, one hand gripping the buckle of my belt, “Letting me tease you when I know all you want to do is shove your hard cock down my throat,” She purrs, looking up at me through her lashes as she palms me through my khakis and I groan at the feeling of her hand against my growing bulge.

She unbuckles my belt, tossing it to the side before popping the button of my pants and pulling the zipper down slowly- never breaking eye contact, looking like she wants to devour every inch of me. She pulls my pants down farther from where they’re already slung low on my hips, pushing them down until they’re around my ankles so she can palm me through the thin material of my boxers and my eyes roll back slightly as she gently applies some more pressure.

“I’ve been thinking about this for so long,” she says in a sultry tone, “late at night when I get off of work, laying in my bed until I can’t help but to play with myself imagining it’s you.”

She kisses me through my boxers and my hips snap forward, desperate for more attention and she grins at me sweetly. “Let’s see what you’ve got for me, baby.”

She shoves my boxers down until they’re pooled around my ankles with my pants. Leaning forward, she sticks her tongue out, slowly licking the underside of my cock and I shudder as I let out a hiss.

She takes me into her mouth slowly, swirling her tongue around me, teasing me and I lean my head back against the wall. She slides me farther into her mouth, working up and down my length and I can’t keep back the low moans that are coming out from the depths of my throat.

“Just like that baby girl, fuck you do this so well,” I moan, my hips thrusting slightly, keeping in time with the pace she’s set with her mouth. I look down at her, groaning at the sight of my length sliding in and out of her lips as she hums around me, the vibrations shooting through me. She wraps a hand around my base, pumping slowly and then faster.

“F-fuck, so good,” I groan again, tangling my hands in her hair as she bobs her mouth up and down along me, hollowing out her cheeks so she can take all of me until I feel the tip of my cock tapping against the back of her throat and I almost come undone and the mere thought of the fact that she’s deepthroating me. She pulls me completely out of her mouth and I whimper at the loss of the sensation of her mouth when she suddenly takes me back in her throat, sliding me in and out quickly.

“Just like that, princess, fuck just like that. I’m so close.” I grip her head tightly as she works her mouth against me until I can feel that familiar pull in the pit of my stomach. “Almost there baby girl, fuck, fuck fuck, I love your pretty little mouth.”

I cum with a groan, expecting her to pull away, my mouth hanging open slightly as she continues to work her mouth against me, before slowly pulling me out of her mouth with a soft pop.

“You taste even better than I thought you would.” She says nonchalantly, winking at me as she licks her lips.

“Well I’m not fucking done with you yet.” I grab her from her position on her knees, swinging her up over my shoulder as I carry her to the bar before dumping her unceremoniously on the weathered wood.

I pull at her shorts, frantic to get them off of her and she arches her hips up so that I can slide them off of her.

“You’re not the only one good with your tongue, baby girl.” I say against the sensitive skin of the inside of her thigh and she squirms a little.

“Do your best, Twombly,” She sasses back a little breathlessly and I smirk against her before sucking a few hickeys onto her thighs. I take my time, slowly working my lips and teeth against every inch of her thighs and hips until she’s covered in bites and bruises.

“Are you done marking your new territory yet?” She snaps at me, attempting to rub her thighs together to create some friction, and I chuckle slightly as I hold her thighs down and she whines.

“Patience is a virtue, princess.”

“Not one I possess.” She mumbles in irritation and I smirk at her smugly before leaning down and licking a stripe along her already soaked panties and her hips lurch towards me as she gasps.

“Not so sassy now, are you baby,” I ask, pulling hard on her panties until I feel them give way and fall in tattered scraps away from her. “Fuck, princess, you look delicious.”

She whimpers as I lean down towards her, letting out a slow, long breath, loving the way she squirms as the cold air hits her soaked core.

I drag my tongue through her folds, flicking it against her clit and she moans. Her hands are in my hair, pulling at it roughly and I groan against her core which only makes her moan louder and pull harder. I circle her clit with the tip of my tongue before flattening it against her and she grinds herself against my face. I can’t get enough of it, the taste of her is absolutely intoxicating and I could spend hours here with my face buried in her cunt tracing lazy patterns against her with my tongue.

I slip my tongue inside of her, lapping at her greedily and she arches her hips up as she rocks them against me. I slide a long finger into her, and she lets out a filthiest moan I’ve ever heard that always makes me stop what I’m doing, completely entranced by it.

“Don’t you dare fucking stop,” She growls threateningly and I’m happy to comply, sliding another finger into her before hooking them up into her and hitting that spot deep within her.

“Fuck.” She whimpers, “Stuart, baby, fuck please don’t stop.”

“What’s my name, baby?” I ask her, looking at her as she grasps at her own breasts, palming them through her crop top as I work my fingers in and out of her.

“Baby,” she whimpers, “Stuart, please.” She adds.

“Not quite princess,” I say, my fingers slowing their pace slightly causing her to hitch her breath.

“Please let me cum, please Daddy, please,” She begs, and I lean forward quickly to suck on her clit. Her hips slam up against me as she clenches around my fingers, screaming my name as her thighs quake beneath my grasp. I keep working my mouth and fingers against her lazily, under the shaking subsides before slowly pulling away from her.

“How was that, for a nerd boy?” I ask, winking at her, and she raises up slightly, leaning back on her arms to look at me.

“I need you inside of me now.” She says, her eyes dark with lust and I bite back a groan of my own.

“Anything you want, baby girl.” I pull her by her thighs towards me until her ass if just barely on the bar before lining myself up with her still dripping entrance.

I swipe my cock through her folds, teasing her, before sliding my length into her. She moans, arching her hips to meet my slow strokes.

“Fuck baby you feel so good, so fucking tight.”

“Holy fuck,” She whimpers, rocking her hips against me. I lift one of her legs, hitching it onto my shoulder so I can deeper into her and she moans loudly. “F-fuck baby, right fucking there.”

I draw slow circles on her clit with my thumb, watching is awe as she begins to shake and writhe underneath me.

She’s panting, the rapid rise and fall of her breathing making her tits look beyond fantastic and I can’t resist the urge to suck a few more dark bruises onto to them before pulling her nipple into my mouth.

She whimpers as I pull away, before moaning as I take the other in my mouth, my fingers still working against her clit as I slide in and out of her.

“I’m so fucking close,” She whimpers, her nails digging into my back as she tries to pull me closer to her until my hips are slamming against hers.

Without any warning she clenches around me, her nails digging so roughly into my back as if it’s the only thing anchoring her as she screams my name again. My strokes are becoming sloppier, the sound of my name on her lips like a chanted prayer tipping me over the edge until I’m falling with her, completely consumed by the sensation of her.

I thrust slowly, before gripping the bar so I don’t collapse completely on her and she slides off of it shakily.

“Well, fuck.” She says simply, and all I can do is chuckle in response before pulling her in for a searing kiss. We finally pull away from each other when I feel like my lungs are going to burst from a complete lack of oxygen, not that I think I’d mind that much.

“So, how do you feel about round two back at my place?” She asks winking at me and I smirk at her.

“Like it was even a question, maybe next time I’ll order you on the rocks.” I retort, nipping at her shoulder and she giggles.