[FM] Reclaimed my boyfriend’s cock in a bar bathroom after he made me jealous

Henry and I had only been dating two or so months when the events of this story took place. We hadn’t started using labels, but our chemistry was undeniable and we got along like a house on fire. That being said, every once in a while, when I realized we had spent a whole weekend together or his number took over my phone’s recent call list, my old twinges of commitmentphobia would return and I would start to pull away. He always called me out when it happened, I would apologize, and we would fall back into our routine.

On the night in question, I was “finally” introducing him to my grad school friends at a happy hour near our school. I say “finally” because he had been bugging me for weeks, wanting to put faces to the names and stories. My grad school friends and I are close, frequently going on adventures together outside of working hours, and their approval has always meant a lot to me. We are in a small field and have almost all known each other since the start of the program, with many late nights in the library leading to embarrassing mornings. I know almost everything about them and they know almost everything about me. So I was pretty fucking nervous. But the timing made sense, with Henry staying with me that week because of a conference in my city and an already-planned program-wide happy hour that Thursday. I didn’t have a way of getting out of it without hurting a whole lot of feelings, so I sucked it up.

My friends and I were already at the bar when Henry showed up, looking good enough to eat in his fancy suit, his tie slightly loosened around his neck and his top button undone. His face lit up when he saw us, giving a goofy wave and squeezing past patrons to get to our table. He pressed a chaste kiss to my cheek and then went around the table shaking hands. “So this is the famous Henry,” my friend Tony crowed, standing up to give him a hug and thumping him on the back the way guys sometimes do, “We were starting to think you weren’t real!”

Henry laughed good-naturedly, taking the hug in stride. “I promise I’m not a paid actor.”

“That’s just what a paid actor would say,” my friend Elizabeth chimed in.

I rolled my eyes, internally relieved that nobody was hazing him or acting cliquish. I sipped my beer and stayed quiet, knowing anything I said would be twisted against me with the whole team plus Henry ganging up to rag on me. “You must be pretty special, Henry,” Tony said, “we’ve never met one of her boyfriends before.”

I choked, spraying beer down the front of my blouse. Henry passed me a napkin, a knowing look in his eyes. “That’s because I don’t have boyfriends,” I coughed, emphasizing the S.

“You know, you’re the first guy she’s been serious about,” another friend, Mary, shouted, too drunk to realize her volume was more than sufficient to carry over the din, “We usually stop hearing about them after a couple of weeks.”

My cheeks burned while Henry laughed it off, knowing me well enough to not push it. “She’s lucky I made time to come meet you all in the middle of my rotation of beautiful women,” he joked, draping a heavy arm around my shoulder.

I smiled up at him, thankful that he was keeping the mood light. We were interrupted by the appearance of another classmate, Amelia. “Hi!” she said with her usual bubbly enthusiasm, shaking his hand with both of hers, “You must be the boyfriend!”

She looked at me expectantly. “Um, yeah, hi Amelia. This is Henry, the guy that I’m seeing,” I stammered, intentionally correcting her word choice to nip this whole “boyfriend” thing in the bud.

Henry looked down at me, amused. “The guy you’re seeing?” he mouthed.

I ignored him but felt my face flush. Amelia continued, unfazed. “We’ve heard so much about you! You guys are such a cute couple.”

“I’m going to go get another drink!” I announced loudly, almost knocking my barstool over in my haste to get out of that conversation.

I could feel Henry’s eyes burrowing in the back of my head. Straightening my shoulders, I ordered two G&Ts and slapped my card down to close the tab. They’re Henry’s favorite drink, and I figured the evening would be more tolerable if he were tipsier and less capable of calling me out. I signed the check, giving an unreasonably large tip to assuage my guilt over the way I was acting about Henry. The bar was somehow more packed as I made my way back to our table, a drink in each hand. Stopping short, I took in the scene.

Amelia has laughing hard at something Henry had just said, her hand resting oh-so-casually on his forearm as her breasts shook with mirth. “What’s so funny?” I asked, plastering a smile on my face and sliding one of the drinks over to Henry.

“Inside joke,” he said, a knowing smile playing on his lips as he raised his glass in an appreciative cheers and winked, “you wouldn’t get it.”

I knew Amelia would never knowingly flirt with someone who’s taken. She’s just a bubbly, friendly person! And I absolutely HATE being one of those women who sees other women as competition for male attention. But in that moment, I could have screamed.

Henry leaned in closer to her and whispered something in her ear, his eyes staying locked on mine. He was playing a very dangerous game. Amelia tipped her head back in laughter, smacking her hand against Henry’s pec. It lingered for a second too long. My hand gripped my drink so hard I wouldn’t have been surprised if it shattered.

For the next half hour, I sucked it up as Henry goaded me, his flirting clearly going over Amelia’s head but effectively reaching its intended audience. To an untrained outsider, he simply looked friendly, but I knew what he was doing. I was startled from my glaring silence by a hand on my shoulder and turned to see Tony’s handsome face hovering right behind me, his dark skin flushed from the alcohol. “Hey,” I said coolly.

“Are you really going to take that lying down?” He asked, nodding towards Henry and Amelia.

“I don’t know what you mean,” I lied, crossing my arms over my chest.

Tony laughed, his breath smelling like rum. “You know he’s just trying to make you jealous. Go claim your boyfriend.”

“He is NOT my boyfriend,” I hissed.

Tony rolled his eyes. “You spend all your time together, you’re not hooking up with anybody else, we all love him, and, MOST IMPORTANTLY, you’re clearly fucking crazy about him. He’s your boyfriend.”

I opened my mouth and shut it again with a snap. Fuck. I glanced over at Henry, making brief eye contact with him and giving him a sheepish smile. I looked back at Tony. “Thanks.”

“Yeah yeah fuck you too.”

He pushed me gently towards Henry. I walked over and stood beside Amelia, leaning across her and raising my voice so they could both hear me. “Do you mind if I borrow my boyfriend for a sec, Ames?”

I could practically feel the surprise and triumph emanating off of Henry. “Of course!” cried Amelia, taking a step back to allow me to cut in.

Sweet sweet Amelia. She had no idea that Henry was using her natural friendliness to make me jealous. I laced my fingers through Henry’s and pulled him along behind me as I wound my way through the crowd towards one of the single stall unisex bathrooms. Glancing around to make sure none of the bouncers or other employees could see, I opened the door and let Henry slip inside ahead of me. I closed the door behind us and immediately locked it, my hand fumbling for the light switch. The dim fluorescents didn’t illuminate much, instead mainly serving to cast spooky shadows across the walls and floor.

Henry stood there, a smile on his face and his arms folded across his chest. “Your boyfriend, huh?”

I blushed in spite of myself, furious that that one word still held so much weight for me. “I’m sorry I’ve been so weird,” I blurted out, “I was really freaked out that we were moving too quickly, and I acted like an asshole.”

“Yeah you did,” he agreed, walking towards me and rubbing my arms with his warm hands, “but it’s ok.”

I tilted my face upward, standing on my tiptoes. He rolled his eyes, smiling, and closed the distance, pressing his soft lips against mine. I wrapped my arms around the back of his head and opened my mouth to him. His tongue instantly took advantage, penetrating my mouth with deliberate slowness in sharp contrast to the fast, thumping beat playing outside in the bar. He pulled me closer, my breasts pressing hard against his pecs. After a moment of slow, tantalizing kissing, I pulled back. “I — I really care about you, Henry.”

He kissed me softly one more time before disconnecting, a devilish grin on his face. “I know.”

I smacked his chest lightly, but he caught my hand and brought it to his lips, pressing his lips into my palm. “I really care about you too,” he whispered.

I pulled his face back down for a searing kiss, my hands going to his pants. He let me unbuckle his belt and unbutton his pants but stopped me, one hand gently circling my wrist, when I went to unzip his fly. “What, are we going to fuck in a dirty bar bathroom?” He asked rhetorically.

“Yes. Absolutely.”

His face was incredulous, but his eyes darkened when he saw I was serious. His lips devoured mine and his hands came down to cup my ass, lifting me off the ground and setting me down on the sink. I pulled my pencil skirt up around my waist, yanked my panties to the side, and spread my legs for him to stand between them. His hands made quick work of his fly and boxer briefs, his hard cock out and almost at my painfully wet pussy before he stopped. “Fuck. I don’t have a condom,” he whispered regretfully.

I wrapped a hand around his dick and pulled him towards me. “You don’t need one.”

A shocked, delighted smile spread across his handsome face, his eyes crinkling adorably. “Is this one of those ‘boyfriend perks’ I’ve heard about?”

I bit my lip and nodded, rubbing the tip of his cock up and down my wet cunt. Henry leaned one hand against the wall behind me and pushed his hips forward slowly until just the head of his erection was inside me. He kissed me deeply as he thrust the rest of the way up my dripping pussy, letting out a deep moan as he bottomed out. He dropped his head to my shoulder, breathing heavily. “I’m sorry. I need a minute. I haven’t gone raw in a really long time.”

“It’s that magical girlfriend pussy,” I whispered, giggling.

Henry’s hand slapped the wall behind me as he groaned, making me flinch. “Fuck! When you laugh your pussy tightens and I just—“

He let out another long, low groan. I ran my fingers lightly through his hair, trying and failing not to laugh at his predicament. Eventually he got himself under control and pressed hard kisses to my neck and chest before straightening and standing upright. “You good?” I asked, one eyebrow raised mockingly.

“Absolutely not,” he laughed, but he began thrusting in and out all the same.

Both his hands pressed against the wall behind me to hold him upright as he rolled his hips forward and backward, his arms framing my face. Pleasure raced up my body as I brought my hands up to grip his forearms tightly, locking eyes with him and moaning as I saw just as much pleasure reflecting back on his face. “You feel so fucking good,” I moaned.

He leaned down and kissed me again, moaning into my mouth as the new angle allowed him to fuck me deeper. I held on for dear life, loving the sounds emanating from Henry’s throat and the slapping noises of our bodies meeting with every thrust. He changed up the pace, undoubtedly to prevent himself from cumming too soon, and began grinding against me instead, his pelvis putting pressure on my clit with each long but shallow movement. “Whose pussy is this?” He murmured.

“Yours,” I whispered, barely capable of speech.

“I asked whose pussy is this?” He growled, placing a hard bite to my ear.

“Yours!”

My moaning reached an unbearably high pitch as I felt a clitoral orgasm build and almost break. I kissed my way down his jaw and buried my face in his neck. “I’m so fucking close! Please don’t stop.”

He kept the exact same movements and speed. Less than a minute later, I was cumming hard, my moans bouncing off the walls and my fingers digging almost certainly painfully into his forearms. Henry rode through my orgasm, his own moans joining mine as he began thrusting again. “I’m going to cum,” he groaned, his voice strained, “where do you want it?”

Wordlessly, I pushed him off me, slid down to the floor, and knelt in front of him, opening my mouth for his cock. He shoved it in roughly and began fucking my face, only pumping a couple of times before his thick cum shot down the back of my throat. I swallowed it immediately and then brought one hand to grip the base of his cock. I pulled my mouth back slowly, swirling my tongue around and up the slit to lick up the remaining drops of cum. His hips spasmed once, my movements slightly overstimulating his sensitive head.

Henry helped me up, breathing heavily, and pulled me into a tight embrace, kissing me passionately. Some guys are weird about kissing you after you swallow, but not Henry. His tongue wrestled mine slowly, his hands wandering up and down my exhausted body. Eventually we untangled, giggling and stealing a couple more kisses as we focused on breathing and slowing down our heart rates. “So that’s what it’s like to fuck your boyfriend, huh?” I murmured, biting my lip.

“It will only get better from here on out. I promise.”

“Mmm I’m going to hold you to that.”

Henry tucked his cock back into his boxer briefs, refastening his pants and belt while I adjusted my panties and pencil skirt. I turned around to look in the mirror and saw a sexed-up wanton slut looking back at me. “Fuck.”

I washed my hands and swiped under my eyes to clean up any smudged makeup before tying my sex hair back in a messy bun. It would have to do. Henry dropped kisses along the meeting of my neck and my shoulder, making eye contact with me in the mirror. “You look perfect,” he whispered.

“You’re just saying that because you want the world to know you claimed me.”

“I’m not the one who got jealous and dragged you in here. You claimed me, baby girl.”

Fuck. He was right. With one final searing kiss, we turned towards the door. We slipped back into the group at our table. Nobody said anything, but Tony gave me a knowing look and a wink while Elizabeth snickered. “SO,” I shouted, “who needs a drink?”

“I think I need a smoke,” joked Henry, barely loud enough for the people immediately around me to hear.

Tony cackled. “Welcome to the group, buddy.”

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