Lets go! 3

It was Super Bowl Sunday and although the game didn't start for two more hours, the bar was already starting to fill up. Shaun, my manager, and Mac, the owner, had worked hard to make Super Bowl a big annual bash and Mac's the most popular place in town to watch the game. It was undoubtedly the busiest day of the year for us; even New Year's Eve couldn't compete.

Shaun and I were in the office he shared with Mac, sitting on the couch where we first had sex two weeks earlier, sorting through cartons of free promotional merchandise the beer companies give to bars for the occasion. Most of the prizes would make their way into customer's hands by night's end, but we always liberated a few t-shirts for the staff to wear. It was the one day of the year Mac allowed us to be out of uniform.

Holding up one of the tiny baby doll t-shirts the waitresses had elected to wear, Shaun wiggled his eyebrows suggestively. "Come on, what do you say?"

I shook my head, throwing a plush, child-size football at him. It bounced harmlessly off his broad chest and wobbled under his desk. "No way. It'll never fit." I playfully stroked my D-cup breasts, smiling at Shaun's frank admiration. "Remember these? They won't squeeze into one of those."

Shaun pulled at the cheap, skimpy t-shirt, stretching it lewdly. "Sure they will." He leaned towards me, planting a softly seductive kiss on my tender lips. We'd done more kissing in the past two weeks than I think I've ever done in my life. "For me?" He batted the thick fringe of lashes which framed his gorgeous hazel eyes.

"You're insane." I laughed, ripping the t-shirt from his hands. "Do you really want all those drunken men out there ogling my tits all night long?"

"Actually," Shaun's grin was cocky. "Since you're going home with me, I won't mind. I'm proud of those curves of yours, you should be too."

I tried to hold back my snort of derision. I'd been working as a bartender at Mac's for four years and during that time had seen a host of Skinny Bitch waitresses come and go; girls Mac hired more for their looks than their ability to actually do their job. And the entire time I'd prided myself on not being one of them, not succumbing to the all too prevalent practise of women in this industry showcasing their bodies to get more tips. I was damn good at my job and both Mac and Shaun knew it. I didn't need to stoop to that level for the customers to like my service and tip me well. Besides, despite Shaun's opinion of my body, I was still at least three inches shorter and twenty pounds heavier than every other woman who worked at Mac's.

"Fine," Shaun acquiesced, recognizing the stubborn glint in my eyes. "But if I bring one home will you put it on for me later tonight?"

He looked pleadingly at me, with eyes like a gorgeous puppy dog. Laughing, I agreed. I scooped up a case of Super Bowl pint glasses, crossing the room to open the door. The din from the bar area was already pretty considerable. It was time to get to work.

"Anything else, boss?" I asked teasingly, throwing what I hoped was a sexy smile over my shoulder.

"Yeah," Shaun stood up from the couch, the flex of his broad shoulders and thick arms as he bent to pick up a pile of boxes left me feeling hot and bothered; apparently, it didn't take much. "When you wear that t-shirt for me later tonight, you're not allowed to wear a bra." Brushing past me while juggling three heavy boxes effortlessly, Shaun shot me a wicked grin.

Speechless, I followed him into the fray.

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When you work bar, an occasion like the Super Bowl is the ultimate test. In a busy establishment like Mac's it often feels like the only people who work harder and are under more stress that day, are the teams playing the big game. Every television was tuned in to the game, every seat taken; customers stood six deep at the bar. Behind the taps, Shaun and I stood alone against the crowd. It was loud, hot, and absolutely insane. I loved it.

Shaun and I had developed a rhythm behind the bar long ago, honed by four years of working together in a pretty small space; but since our personal relationship had changed our working relationship had too. Every accidental brush was electric; every bumped elbow elicited a cheeky grin, every hand on of the small of the back as we passed each other burned through to the skin. We were better, faster, and happier; a good night behind the bar is like the ultimate rush of adrenaline; we were flying high and the tips were piling up. Later I wouldn't remember a single play of the game or a solitary call; the night rushed by in a constant stream of drink orders and the endless clink of beer bottles and pint glasses.

Calling out the orders as he went, Shaun worked the taps while I mixed drinks; he could pour a pint so perfectly it would make a grown man cry. I loved to watch him work; loved the deft flick of the wrist which turned the glass upright, the sudden jerk on the tap to stop the draft, beer perfectly perched at the rim of the glass, glistening and cold, with just the right amount of creamy head. Just remembering the other things Shaun could do with his talented hands made me blush.

Glancing over, Shaun noticed my temporary distraction. Shooting me the devastatingly cocky grin of his, he slapped my ass playfully in passing, drawing approving hoots from the few patrons not absorbed in the game. "Pay attention," Shaun growled in my ear. I resisted the urge to pout like a chastised child.

It wasn't just Shaun's sexy way of working which was getting to me. It was hot in the bar, really hot. If the crush of people wasn't bad enough, the steam rolling off the bar dishwasher we used to wash the glassware was. I was glad once again that I didn't need to wear makeup: it would have melted off long ago.

I tugged at the giant, beer-swilling-man-sized Super Bowl t-shirt I'd thrown on for the occasion. On Shaun the same t-shirt looked amazing; clinging to the broad planes of his shoulders, accenting the toned musculature of his arms; on me, it was slightly ridiculous. Even tucked into my favourite pair of jeans it hung down past my ass. The short sleeves grazed my elbows and resisted all efforts to be rolled up.

"Ah, fuck it." I muttered, pulling the cheap t-shirt off in one swift motion. Underneath I wore one of my standard cotton tanks, this one black. The rush of cool air on my arms and neck felt wonderful. I sighed contentedly.

It had grown a little quieter, and glancing around I noticed Shaun, several of the waitresses, and almost every customer seated at the bar staring. "What?" I laughed good-naturedly, liking the appreciative glint in a few of the men's eyes. It was far from being a skimpy tank top, and not even close to the scandalous t-shirts the waitresses were wearing, but it was significantly more skin than I usually showed at work. "It's fuckin' hot in here!" I joked. "Screw off!"

There was a burst of friendly hoots and hollers, and even a few catcalls before the football game drew their attention again. Blushing, I got back to work.

"Hey," I snapped, passing Shaun who stood motionless by the taps, staring at me like he wanted to pick me up and carry me off over his shoulder for a good ravishing. I slapped his ass. "Pay attention."

"I love those tank tops of yours," Shaun admitted gruffly.

Grinning, I fixed several Bloody Caesars. "Thanks. Do you think Mac will care?" I could see the owner's thinning pate of red hair midway through the crowd.

"I think Mac might try to take you back to the office and have his way with you on the couch."

I threw back my head and laughed. For a brief moment, our eyes met and it felt like we were the only two people in the room. And then half-time hit.

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"Hey, Buddy." The guy who beckoned Shaun over was at least 6'5"; young, buff, and good looking in a vain, strutting peacock sort of way. I was halfway down the bar, mixing a tray of assorted shooters for the college kids crowded around table 12.

"She got a boyfriend?" The hulking hunk nodded in my direction. I tried to keep the disbelieving smile off my face. I wasn't sure if Shaun knew I was listening.

"Yeah," Shaun plunked the guy's drink down on the bar with a little more force than usual. "Yeah, she does." He tried to keep his voice lightly nonchalant, but underneath I could detect a note of possessiveness. I couldn't help but grin. Men.

"Lucky bastard," the customer griped, dropping a handful of change on the bar. Taking his drink he melted back into the crowd.

"Damn right," Shaun muttered, watching his rival walk away before shooting me a sexy grin. I shook my head in wordless exasperation at the 'I-told-you-so' look on Shaun's face.

I've never been so happy to see the end of a shift as I was that night. My feet were swollen inside my shoes and throbbed mercilessly; almost twelve hours on your feet with no chance for a break will do that to a girl. The bar had emptied pretty quickly once the game was over, with only a few stragglers staying for the post-game analysis.

It took longer than usual to clean up, refill the beer coolers, and sort out the paperwork. I helped Shaun with the heavy lifting and he helped me with the math. By the time we were climbing the stairs to my second-floor apartment, I was so tired I could hardly walk. Shaun took my keys and unlocked the door, helping me off with my coat and boots. He moved around my apartment with the familiarity of someone who'd been there every night for the past two weeks; which of course he had.

He fed my cat and brought me a beer, laughing as I eased my aching body onto the couch with a groan. "Good work tonight." He clinked his bottle of Moosehead against my own, lifting it in a silent toast before taking a swig. Sighing heavily he sunk onto the couch beside me and stretched an arm across the back; smiling, I nestled into the crook of his arm.

"Glad that's over for another year." I yawned widely.

"Yeah, only a month and a half until St. Patrick's Day." Shaun laughed as I elbowed him in the ribs.

"Don't remind me; green beer and drunken college kids, yuck!"

"It's pouring the fifty thousand pints of Guinness that I hate," Shaun moaned gloomily. "That stuff is a pain in my ass." A properly poured pint of Guinness takes no small amount of skill and patience, luckily for Mac's, Shaun possessed both.

His hand wandered lazily across my arm, gliding down to brush past the outside curve of my breast. I shivered. Shaun chuckled. "I thought you were tired," he teased. His touch drifted inward, circling my nipple through my tank top, causing it to harden.

"Mmm... that feels nice." I melted deeper into his arms.

"You're insatiable."

I arched an eyebrow. "You're the one copping a feel."

"You're the one with the fantastic breasts."

"True." I giggled.

"Come on," Shaun nudged me gently. "Come to bed. I'm getting too old to fool around on the couch."

I rose unsteadily to my aching feet, downing the remainder of my beer with one enthusiastic swig. "That's not what you said two weeks ago." I teased; the memory of our first night together on the office sofa made me blush.

"Insatiable and incorrigible: you're one hell of a girl!"

"Did you mean what you said to that guy earlier tonight?" I asked, knowing he was following close behind me as I entered my bedroom. "About me having a boyfriend?"

"Hell, yeah," Shaun growled, putting his hands on my hips, turning me to face him, and kissing me thoroughly. "Unless you don't want me to be." His hazel eyes were serious.

"I never said that," I teased playfully; reaching up to trace the hard line of his stubbled jaw.

"Good," he moaned, his eyes flickering shut as I traced the planes of his handsome face. "Cause I already told my Mum about you."

I reached my hands under Shaun's t-shirt; he jumped when my cold fingers met his warm chest. "What did you tell her?" I ran my hands across the chiselled breadth of his upper body, flicking his nipples, drawing a sharp hiss from him.

"I told her I had this amazing girl who was smart."

"Uh, huh." I stripped his t-shirt off, standing on my tip-toes to pull it over his head.

"And funny."

I ran the length of my tongue up his neck, pausing to nibble his earlobe.

"And gorgeous."

"Mmm?" My hands ran down the sculpted heat of his chest, across his abs, and lower to undo his belt buckle.

"Who was damn good at her job."

I slid the zipper down on his jeans, leaning in further to flick open the button of his fly.

"And who is even better in bed." Shaun's breath hitched as I eased his jeans off his hips. "And who is the best damn kisser I've ever known."

"Uh, huh?" His erection tented his boxers. I teased the length of it through the fabric with one finger.

"And who has the most breathtaking tits I've ever seen."

I laughed lowly, reaching into his boxers for his hard cock, caressing it with my small hands, marvelling again at its size. "And what did she say?" I purred, pressing myself against the heat of his bare chest.

"She told me not to fuck this one up."

Laughing, I pulled Shaun's boxers down, enjoying the sight of his erection pointing skyward; it really was a gorgeous piece of work and it was all for me. "I think I'll like your Mum," I predicted, running my hands further down, playing with the soft, delicate skin covering his balls.

Shaun's groan came from deep in his throat. "I'd really rather not talk about her while you're doing that." He leaned in, laced one large hand around the back of my neck, and kissed me hard; the wet, rasping thrust of his tongue made my pussy gush. "And why am I naked and you're not? I think we should make this fair."

"Yes, boss." I laughed, shucking off my jeans and tank top to reveal a black lace bra and panties.

Shaun whistled appreciatively, circling me as I stood unmoving before him. "You're like a Vargas pin-up girl: all sexy-ass, hourglass curves. Never would have guessed that under that work uniform you were a naughty underwear sort of gal, either."

"What's naughty?" I asked in earnest. The ensemble was pretty standard; the panties weren't even a thong.

"It's black," Shaun ran one hand from my hip to my breast, tracing the outline of my body. His gaze was intense. "And I can see your nipples through the lace; in my books that qualifies as naughty."

"You're probably right," I grinned wickedly, unclasping my bra and drawing it off. "I'm feeling pretty naughty. Where's the t-shirt?"

"T-shirt?" Shaun's eyes were glazed over, his erection clearly interfering with his ability to think.

"The little titty Super Bowl t-shirt you wanted me to wear?"

"I forgot all about it." Shaun shrugged his shoulders, gesturing down to his engorged cock. "I don't think we'll need it. Do you?"

I shook my head, smiling. It thrilled me to no end that it was little ol' me who could bring Shaun to such a state of arousal.

"So you're definitely not too tired?" Shaun asked, eying me greedily as my panties hit the floor.

"Well, I'm not going to guarantee an Oscar-winning performance," I teased, reaching again for his impressive hard-on. "But I'll try to make it worth your while."

Shaun's hands clasped possessively about my narrow waist. "Baby," he growled, lowering his mouth to meet mine, "you already have."

I threw myself into the kiss, loving the deep moans Shaun was making in my mouth. His hands cupped my ass roughly, lifting me to meet him. I dug my fingers into the solid flesh of his upper arms, my knees weak. I could feel the hot wetness gathering between my legs.

"We need to lie down," I gasped when we finally came up for air.

Shaun practically tossed me on the bed. "Good idea."

His pleasantly heavy weight pressed me down into the mattress, his hands travelling the length of my torso, teasing the round edges of my breasts. I squirmed beneath him; I didn't want to be teased, I needed to be touched.

My wiggle of impatience made Shaun chuckle; he slowed his caress even more, tracing a path across the sensitive underside of one breast with agonizing slowness; a moan ripped from my throat, my nipples rock hard in anticipation. I tried to grab Shaun's hand to further him along, but he laughed huskily and easily pinned my small wrists above my head with one huge hand.

"You know," he murmured, kissing my ear before moving slightly lower to work on my neck; the soft feathering of his lips made me shiver. "I've been thinking for a while that you are sorely in need of a lesson in patience." He lifted his head to study my face for a moment. I didn't completely trust the wicked gleam in his eyes. "Wait here."

"What are you doing?" I asked, raising myself onto my elbows to watch Shaun cross to my dresser and begin rummaging through my underwear drawer. He pulled out a pair of pantyhose with a satisfied 'ha'. "I don't think those will fit you." I joked nervously.

He returned to the bed with pantyhose in hand. The gleam in his eye was predatory and extremely sexy. My heart beat frantically. Gathering my wrists again Shaun looped the soft length of pantyhose around them, securing me to the headboard with a few smart knots. It was all done so swiftly I didn't have time to argue. "I'd tie your ankles too," he smirked, running his hand down the curve of my thigh, "but I like the way your sweet legs feel wrapped around me when I come."

I was too shocked by the turn of events to say anything. Until we'd slept together I never would have guessed that Shaun had a wicked streak a mile wide. Needless to say, it was a pleasant surprise. My exhaustion had completely fled, leaving in its wake a trembling excitement. I pulled at the pantyhose tying me to the bed, testing the give; I'd never been tied up before, but instead of being frightened, I was so turned on I was leaving a wet spot on the mattress beneath me.

Shaun watched me wordlessly for a time, his gaze greedy as I pulled at my bonds. He looked so different from the man I worked with every day; the man who obsessed with football and joked about customers. The Shaun kneeling beside me radiated masculine sexual aggression, his hazel eyes darkened with lust. Beneath his appreciative but possessive regard I felt sexy, desirable, and very, very aroused.

Shaun trailed one finger down the length of my torso; the contact of his touch made me arch my back off the mattress, the frisson causing me to shiver and moan. Chuckling, Shaun ran the same finger lightly over my entire body; I lay gasping as he traced my facial features, sliding his finger across my freckled cheeks and nose; I licked it as it brushed past my tingling lips.

His exploration continued down my neck, mapping out the line of my collarbone, slipping down to gently torment the pebbled skin of my aureole before skimming too lightly over my hardened nipples. I groaned and pleaded, but Shaun ignored me, concentrating instead on his featherlike caress against the sensitive underside of my breasts.

"Please," I moaned, rising off the bed as best I could, trying to make his touch firmer against my heated skin.

"Please what?"

"Please touch me. Suck my nipple."

Shaun arched an eyebrow, a sinful grin stealing across his face. "Naughty." He laughed, shaking his head. "I knew it." He bent his head to my breast, shooting me a wicked look before laving my nipple softly with the flat of his tongue. The sudden contact made my muscles seize and tore a loud groan from deep inside my chest. "Maybe I should gag you too," he chuckled gruffly into the pale skin of my breast. He sucked on my nipple sharply, dragging a pent-up wail from me. "Then again, maybe not; it's fucking hot when you scream."

Shaun kissed a route down my torso, pausing to flick his tongue in the indentation of my belly button. He kissed along the slight curve of my stomach, the faint protrusion of my hipbones. At the top of the neatly trimmed curls between my thighs he stopped; glancing down I could see his hazel eyes sparkling with lusty intent. "Want this?" He teased, touching me lightly, just a gentle stroke of my curls. "Ask me."

I let the command settle for a moment in my lust-addled brain. I could feel myself blushing, wanting more than anything for him to put his mouth between my legs, but not sure if I had the courage to ask for it. "Shaun." I gasped, hoping and praying he would put me out of my misery and lick my pussy. I was on fire.

"Ask me nicely, Baby and I'll do it."

"Please," I moaned, the word drawn out as I exhaled. "Please, Shaun."

Shaun shook his head, his nose teasing my curls, his breath hot against my wetness. I wanted it so badly I could have cried. "Give me what I want and I'll give you what you want." Shaun's voice was deep, hoarse with desire. It faintly registered in my brain that he was as turned on as I was.

I was fairly certain I was blushing from head to toe. Shaun waited patiently, paused just above my pussy. Every muscle in my body was taut with expectation and screaming for release. My bound hands fuelled my excitement. "Please. Please lick my pussy." The words ripped from my throat.

"Good girl," Shaun said softly, spreading my trembling thighs with his large hands. Leaning in, he gently licked the smooth outer lips of my labia; I could feel the slickness of my juices lubricating his path. Our first night together Shaun had admired my tidy bikini wax, liking the bare skin of my pussy below and the small patch of curls above. Knowing he liked it so much, I'd kept the grooming up. I loved the feeling of his tongue and fingers against my bare pussy just as much as he did.

The voracious sounds floating around the bedroom could only have come from me, but in my pleasure, I could care less if the neighbours heard. Shaun's attention to my pussy was driving me higher. He flicked his tongue teasingly against my clit before plunging it deep inside of me, licking my hot walls, thrusting in and out. I was so soaked I could hear the scandalous wet noises coming from down below quite clearly. Shaun teased me for a time, keeping up the enthusiastic drive of his tongue into my pussy. I could feel the creeping advance of my first orgasm; my breath hitched greedily. Shaun must have sensed my impending orgasm too because he pulled back, watching my face intently.

"Fuck!" I yelled, pulling ineffectually against the pantyhose that tied me to the headboard, wanting to hit something in my frustration. I could feel the ripples of my not-quite-orgasm fade away into nothingness. My body cramped with need. "Shaun!"

"Didn't I tell you this was a lesson in patience?" Shaun teased; the wicked little grin back on his face.

"Are you going to make me ask for that too?" I yelled, irritated by my need to come and my inability to do anything about it. At first, being tied up seemed sexy, in my frustrated state it just seemed cruel. "Fuck's sake, Shaun."

Shaun clucked his tongue disapprovingly, laughing into the musky space between my legs. I hated that his breath was a small thrill against my raging clit, hated that he had all the control and I had none, hated even more than it still aroused me so damn much.

"You're so cute when you're angry," Shaun smiled, blowing a stream of hot air against the wetness of my pussy lips. I writhed at the faint sensation, growling deep in my throat. "Maybe I'll keep you like this."

It took all my willpower to bite back the rude retort which hovered on my lips. My entire being was focussed solely on my need to come; I didn't want to ruin my chances by mouthing off to Shaun. There was only so much torment I could take. I changed tack, batting my eyelashes at the man between my thighs, moaning as seductively as I could.

He laughed, seeing right through my ruse. "I love you like this," Shaun teased, reaching his hand up to lightly trace the swollen bud of my clitoris. My hips came off the bed. "You're so sexy right now." I could feel the light touch of his hand as if from far away. The pinprick of an orgasm was building again; frantically I tried to keep my breathing regular, my limbs still. If he didn't see it coming, he couldn't stop it.

"Your body is amazing," Shaun continued, drawing his fingers through my wet heat, hesitating at the opening to my core. The fluttering of his fingers made me crazy. I bit my lip, trying not to betray how good he was making me feel. "I've never seen anything like it. You're gorgeous." His free hand ran along the curving length of my waist and hips. "You're like one of those sexy, naked ladies in a Rubens painting."

I laughed through the haze of sensation he was creating with his fingers. Trust Shaun to say something silly at a crucial moment. I was hardly in the mood to discuss art.

"Mind you, I'm sure they didn't ever get this wet." His fingers slid effortlessly through my slick juices before teasing again at the entrance to my pussy. "I don't ever think any woman has been this wet." Three fingers slid easily into me; I cried out at the gratifying fullness. Laughing, Shaun bent his head, but not before giving me a roguish wink. Wordlessly I watched as he placed his lips to my clit and sucked.

I exploded, screaming his name.

Vaguely I was aware of Shaun rising up and stretching out beside me, reaching up to undo my bonds; his warm hands caressed my body, his breath a hot sigh against my ear as he whispered endearments I couldn't quite understand in my ecstasy. I could feel myself floating, the waning spasms of my muscles fading out into a blissful calm.

"What about you?" I murmured drowsily, curling up against the comforting heat of Shaun's body; aware of the steely length of his erection pressed between us.

Shaun kissed the top of my head. "Don't worry about me. You can owe me one."

"Alright," I sighed, already feeling the contentment in my body morph into sleep. "But payback is a bitch."

"Hell, yeah," Shaun replied huskily

The last thing I remember hearing before drifting off was his deep rumble of laughter.